Chapter 1411: The Rooked Boy
This is a lively city. For a small country like Toliba, this is considered one of the liveliest cities in the country. Neon magic lights, the constant flow of people, and all kinds of laughter and laughter, this is the most glamorous street in Mitikas, and it is also the most prosperous street that sells money. The sound of dice... the pure beauty under the street lamp; the sound of shouting... heavy makeup in the corner... all kinds of unrelated scenes can be seen here.
"Hey, where are we going to drink later?" Two drunken and dazed young men were surrounded by a group of women, staggering down the street.
"Young Master, do you still want to drink? Why don't you go to bed early." The woman was wearing revealing clothes, her eyes were frivolous, and her chest was already pressed against the so-called Young Master's through a thin layer of silk. The white-haired young man's arm was on.
"No, no, I haven't drunk enough...I haven't drunk enough yet. No one is allowed to leave today if they don't drink and are happy...No one is allowed to leave, do you hear me!" The white-haired young man was drunk and confused. His eyes couldn't see the road in front of him clearly, and he almost hit a street light.
"Hey, hey, hey, young master, please be careful, I can't bear the responsibility of breaking my head." The young beauties in cool clothes quickly supported the white-haired young man, almost using their bodies to support the white-haired man and moved forward. .
After hearing this, the white-haired man became furious: "What? There is still... something that dares to block my way, tear it down for me! Damn it, you dare to block my way. Hey, I said Shit..." Before he could finish his words, he knelt on the ground and vomited wildly.
The black-haired man was already drunk and unconscious. He hugged a girl's slim waist and lay his face on the girl's stomach, soundly sleeping. He murmured from time to time, as if in response to his companion's words, but also in response to his words. Moaning alone.
After vomiting for a while, the white-haired man sobered up a lot. When he got up and saw the appearance of his companion, he pointed and laughed: "Cessanil, look how drunk you are? Get up, hurry up. Get up, I haven’t had enough. No one is allowed to sleep until I’m satisfied.” He pointed at the beauties and said, “Come on, wake him up.”
Wow~! A bucket of ice water filled with ice cubes was poured down, and the black-haired man who fell on the ground suddenly jumped up.
"Hahahahaha...hahahahaha..." The white-haired man laughed heartily: "Looking at your virtue, you really amused me to death."
The black-haired man shivered and flew up. He kicked the white-haired man to the ground.
“Ah, young master.” The beauties exclaimed, but the white-haired man was not angry. He just sat on the ground and laughed non-stop.
"Smile, smile, laugh at your sister, where are you going to play?" the black-haired man said angrily.
The white-haired man got up from the ground with the help of the beautiful woman: "Can you still play when you are so drunk?"
"Are you kidding? Am I drunk? I'm not drunk. There's a bar over there. Let's go and drink." The black-haired man's drunken body fell backwards into the arms of a group of beauties, and then walked towards the bar in front of him. Went.
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On the other side, in the largest mansion in the city center.
"What!? Mayor Khalid was killed?" Joseph Paul jumped up from the sofa in surprise.
Binks recounted the process of discovering Khalid's body, and added: "This case is related to the serial murder case in the manor of Sir Lurkav Kobochin. The murderer should be the same person. ”
Paul sat back on the sofa and nodded: "Sir Copperchin is my friend. I have heard about the unfortunate events that happened in his manor, but I don't understand why the murderer did this?"
Binks said: "I can only say that the case is still under further investigation. The murderer's motive for the murder cannot be completely determined at present. It is only speculated that it may be a vendetta."
"Oh. How can I help you? please Just say it."
Epsilin said: "That's right, we found out that the last place where Mayor Khalid appeared was in Mitikas, for the purpose of meeting Mr. Joseph."
Paul slowly lit a cigar, blew out a smoke ring and said: "Yes, Mayor Khalid did come to my house, and he also had dinner at my place. We had a lot of conversation at that dinner. Huan.”
"What happened after that?"
"After that, he took his people and left. Originally, I wanted to arrange a place for him to stay that night, but he refused. He said that he had already arranged a place to stay. The place, oh, is the Sausage Dog Hotel not far from the city hall, so I didn’t insist.”
“Then you never saw Mayor Khalid again?” Ellie. Si asked. Paul took another puff of cigarette, leaned on the sofa and said slowly: "Yes. I originally wanted to see him off the next day, but when I arrived at the hotel, Mayor Khalid had already left. I was still a little angry at the time , but thinking that his schedule was very full this time, that’s why Leave early. I didn’t expect that he would be killed. This is really hard for me to believe.”
Alice asked again: “Have the mayor told you? Where is he going next?”
Paul thought about it and said: "It was mentioned at the dinner table that we were going to Vasiliki to visit the smelting factory there and learn about the latest smelting and freezing technology in the field."
Binks said: "This is the same itinerary arranged by the mayor, but we got news from Vasiliki that the mayor did not go After passing over there, it seems that the place where the accident occurred is between this city and Vasiliki.”
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In the bar, there are tall small round tables and silver steel pipes. , the swaying plump buttocks, and the provocative dancing postures of the dancers constantly seduced the lustful eyes below the stage.
"Take off, take off, take off, take off..." A sharp whistle blew, and with the booing crowd, the word "take off" was shouted in unison to the beat of applause.
The atmosphere was very lively, and the dancers were also very excited, shaking their hair and twisting their waists to make people angry. The men above started to take action. The dancers were reserved and protected the few clothes they had. The hands on their bodies did not affect the rhythm of their dancing at all. Even if the fragile clothes were torn, they were still happy on the stage. of indulgence.
"What's so interesting here? Come on, let's go. Young Master likes to watch, go to the hotel and we'll dance slowly for you to watch." The beauties booed and eagerly urged the white-haired man to leave.
The white-haired man was unwilling to leave and said: "What do you know? What I like is this lively atmosphere. I will see what's the point of you jumping around when I get to the hotel."
The beauties were unhappy, pouting and sulking.
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The street outside the bar was as busy as usual, but at this time something strange happened below the street.
"Hey, who is this person? He carries a coffin everywhere at night."
"Oh, why does he look so ugly? Is he sick?"< br>
"What is he doing? He is nervous and has so many chains tied to his body. Is he an escaped prisoner?"
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All kinds of comments were made about this peculiar figure, with its rickety body, high protruding cheekbones, and sunken eye sockets. Those slow and heavy steps, each step was the same size, and this rhythm was repeated with each step. This feeling was not good. Everyone who passed by him felt heavy with his pace, like the hands of time, slowly moving toward death.
“Oh, who is it!”
A big man without eyes bumped into this man without eyes. The big man stumbled, as if he had hit a piece of cold ice. It was as thin and hard as iron, and the angry man was about to hit him with his fist.
The rickety young man seemed to be unaware of everything around him, just repeating his own pace monotonously, moving coldly in one direction.
The fist raised by the big man could not be punched down, and there was a feeling in his heart, which made him very uneasy. As a last resort, he spat bitterly, then turned and left, while the boy carrying the coffin was still moving forward in the rhythm of his death.
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(End of this chapter)