Chapter 41 Behind the Scenes

In the St. John Empire or the entire continent, the mortality rate of the police officer profession is very high, because they are not only facing ordinary thieves, criminals, etc., many of the people they will face are extraordinary people and madmen. , only relying on the revolvers in their hands can only bring a little comfort to their hearts, but cannot bring them complete safety.

But extraordinary people don't like working for nobles. They don't like restrictions and they don't like so-called aristocratic etiquette.

The nobles are afraid of the various reasons that come with becoming extraordinary beings, so they don't even think about becoming extraordinary beings. There are only a very few alternative guys.

Cologne, Smelika Street.

In a two-story villa, dim yellow light shone from the window onto the lawn outside, and the female moans coming from inside proved that the owner was not asleep and was very busy.

A middle-aged man with blond hair, brown eyes, and extremely handsome features walked out of the room with his nightgown half-opened. His face was still a little rosy. He picked up a glass of red wine on the table next to him and tasted it. .

Suddenly his eyebrows raised upwards and he frowned tightly. He felt that a puppet he had used a magical item called the Ring of Sin, combined with his ability as a dramatist to control the dead, to temporarily influence a puppet disappeared. This is a more important piece in his plan.

A hint of anger gradually appeared on the blond man's handsome face, but it wasn't just anger that surfaced, there were also flesh sprouts protruding from his face, squirming tentacles and stretching their bodies. .

After a while, red flesh buds gradually covered the blond man's face, and then quickly receded like a tide. Suddenly, his young and handsome facial features suddenly disappeared on that face, replaced by a face full of wrinkles. His face was covered with abscesses and looked disgusting.

This is his previous stage, a name called the actor's ability to change his appearance.

He held the red wine glass hard with his palm, and with a crisp "click" sound, the wine glass broke.

The red liquid inside spilled on his body, and he said a name from his mouth hoarsely and playfully, "Haidenmund", and then his body merged with the shadow behind him inch by inch, and disappeared into the night. .

On the soft big bed in the room, a beautiful young woman with a good figure was sleeping. She was completely naked, but her eyes were dull, her mouth was slightly open, and only her heart was still beating at an increasingly fast pace. It was beating slowly, and it was obvious that it had lost its life.

Time quickly came to 12 o'clock in the morning. After Al and Krens woke up another police officer, they temporarily found a relatively new taxi in the name of the Cologne City police officer and took the missing The police officer of life carried it up.

The carriage was not a small space. At this moment, the three of them were silent when facing the police officer who was lying quietly. No one knew what to say.

Krens took out the clown mask that Ron had dropped on the ground from his clothes, and the grinning expression on the mask seemed to be mocking everyone.

In the end, it was the rugged Director Al who spoke first to break the silence at the moment: "Krens, you can collect your reward at the patrol station tomorrow. Although we didn't see his body, it's OK that Ron no longer exists. Thank you so much for this incident."

Karens, who slowly exhaled, nodded in response to Al's affirmation. After a moment of silence, he vaguely reminded Al: "Mr. Al, Ron's death may not be the end."

"It's not the end! Isn't he already dead? What do you mean by that?" Another police officer next to him asked excitedly, perhaps because the death of his colleague stimulated him.

Listening to his questioning tone, Al glared at him sharply, indicating to him that Kerens had just helped us.

Krens, who understood all this, did not blame the other party. He thought to himself, "Their goal is the good luck hat on their head, or more, and John Randall. It seems that there are still many people who can't see it." The enemy he arrived at, the person behind the control of the black-robed puppet, and Ron's resurrection after his death, this is definitely not an accident."

Kerens, who quietly made a decision in his mind, felt that he should not continue to be so passive. He should take the initiative to do something, but his current strength was far from enough.

Kerens stretched out his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrow that was a little painful from thinking. He smiled at Al and said that he didn't care. He was silent all the way, and Al did not open his mouth to continue asking the question just now, although he also wanted to know.

The carriage was very stable and drove very fast in the night without any pedestrians. Unknowingly, the carriage stopped at the intersection of Saco Street and Valco Street. After getting off the carriage, Krens took off his hat. Top Hat bowed to Al, and then watched the taxi go away.

Because the patrol station was in two directions from the pocket watch shop on Valco Street, Krens could only choose to get off the carriage at a relatively close distance, which could save a lot of time.

Da da da!

Ten minutes later, with the sound of Kerens' footsteps on the gravel-paved ground, the wooden plaque filled with too many words appeared in front of him again, making it look particularly crowded.

But what surprised him was that the doors that could no longer be closed had now been replaced by a pair of brand new red wooden doors. The door handles and edges of the door frames were also inlaid with metal for reinforcement, giving people a sense of security. It feels like it's very sturdy, and it seems to be to protect against someone, ahem.

At this moment, Kerens, who had just stretched out his arm to push the wooden door, thought of an embarrassing thing. He did not have a key, which made him stunned. He hesitated whether he should close his arm or not. return.

Finally, he stretched out his arm and tried to push the wooden door gently.

Crunch! , the wooden door was accidentally pushed open, and it didn't seem to be locked.

"Mr. Hayden, aren't you afraid of being stolen?" Krens complained about his employer in his mind and walked in quietly.

Then he closed the wooden door tightly and was very careful not to make any sound, fearing to disturb Mr. Hayden who should have been asleep.

In a bungalow building on a small street in Siyalu, not far from Varco Street.

"Lord Lucius".

Four people, both men and women, wearing rough linen clothes, crossed their hands on their chests and saluted the person sitting on the sofa in front of them.

Lucius held a cigarette in his hand, nodded gently, blew out a puff of smoke from his mouth, and slowly said, "Is there any result?"

The four people looked at each other, as if they were asking about their companions, but what they received was silence as they looked at each other. They couldn't help but lower their heads, a little afraid of the person in front of them.

Seeing the silence of several people, Lucius's eyes shot out two cold lights, and he said in a gloomy voice: "You should understand what will be waiting for you if you can't find it!" .

Hearing Lucius' threatening words, several people shuddered in unison. Thinking of the tragic situation of a certain companion who violated Lucius's order, they immediately knelt on the ground in fear and begged for mercy in unison: "Please Lord Lucius, forgive us."

Looking at the people on the ground, Lucius's eyes flashed with disgust, and then he slowly exhaled a breath and said in a calm tone: "You seem to be missing one person."

After hearing Lucius's words, several people lowered their heads lower, and the only woman among them said in a clear voice: "Lord Lucius, Ron is not back."

"Ron", Lucius muttered, remembering the information about Ron in his mind. His obsession with life made him accidentally become the lowest messenger of God.

"Haha", Lucius sneered in a low voice. He felt that his poor patience was being wasted bit by bit by these idiots in front of him.