Chapter 461: The real murderer (part 1)

"what……"
Heliga rubbed her eyes-to make sure that what she saw was real and not an illusion caused by over-worrying over the past two days.
After putting down the Mafia members who were patrolling at the door without making any noise, Heliga simply did nothing and broke into the inside of the ruins. The ditches lay across the flat ground, and the red liquid emitted miasma and flowed slowly, like poisonous blood. These eight achievements are the sewage discharged from the production of "true knowledge," Heliga thought, covering her mouth and nose, and quickly passed this section of flat ground with an extremely unpleasant smell.
Not far from the winding ditch, it looked like a cell and prison area. Although old but thick walls separate the unarmed people and imprison them in different rooms-a closer inspection reveals that they are all civilians, there are business people in suits, and there is also a comedian in casual dress I am afraid that they are the victims of "Rubacher" distributing "true knowledge" medicine among the people.
"Cut." Heliga was not surprised when he saw Gunz, the miner who was silent in the corner of the room-he just didn't expect the opponent to move so fast, the front foot himself just convinced the mayor to take Gang He was sent to the hospital for treatment. After less than a day, he saw Ganz with a dull look in his eyes in the barren land of this wilderness area.
"..." After thinking about it, Heliga finally pulled out the cloak and hood he had been wearing and put them on.
He is not a guerrilla, and the lives of these civilians are not his biggest concern. If you let them go now, they are likely to be shocked, making Joachim wary. If he were allowed to escape, it would be more than worthwhile. Therefore, after the psychological struggle, he decided to bypass the prison area without making a sound.
He tiptoed and made no sound-Heliga easily walked around the cells, and when he was about to leave, he heard a scream.
"Huh?" Heilijia followed the reputation and found that there was a cell in the corner that he had neglected. Unlike the ordinary cells in a series, this cell obviously has undergone additional reinforcement, making it impossible to escape.
Heliga walked over slowly and watched from a distance. The other party did not seem to be able to find himself hidden in the darkness, but Heliga could easily see the person in the cell-the old face, the potbellied President Marconi.
"It really didn't take much time..." Heliga couldn't help but sneered. Compared with these rusty and almost unusable ruins and the foul-smelling drains, the Mafia was deeply involved. The boss must be able to provide any help to himself.
"Hello, President Marconi." Making up his mind, Heliga decided not to make a sound, until he appeared at the door of the cell, Marconi was startled, and then he saw the appearance of the person.
"You...who are you?" Marconi's fat body curled up in fear and suspense, looking very funny.
"You don't need to know who I am... You just need to know, I can let you out now, or you can choose to leave you here and let you fend for yourself-and I choose to save you or don't care about you, it just depends on you next Do you understand the answer?"
"I... I understand." Marconi rolled his eyes, and the person in front of him had never seen him. Although he didn't know if he was trustworthy, he seemed to have no choice at all, "What do you want to know?"
"You have to think clearly-I know all the little calculations in your mind. "Rubacher" obtains drugs from unknown sources and distributes them to the public to test side effects, and how you and officials from major parties have The evidence of improper dealings has all fallen into the hands of the police department-the evidence is conclusive, I think just a little bit of a procedure, a strong chain of evidence can allow the judge to bypass your statement and directly convict-you have to think Understand. "
"Goo..." Marconi swallowed, and the other party didn't seem to scare him. Before he was arbitrarily brought here by the members of "Rubacher" who had taken the drugs and became abnormal, he had not had time to deal with the various evidence and materials that had just been brought back from the warehouse, so he was confused. Towed away confusedly. Therefore, those things have fallen into the hands of the police who noticed that "Rubacher" was wrong. Although there are still many things, Marconi wants to complain uncontrollably, but he also understands that Rubacher will be completely finished in the Clos Bell area after this battle. For him, the only way out now is to quickly escape from the place of right and wrong of Crossbel, find another autonomous prefecture, use his connections in the mafia circle to rebuild strength, and wait for a comeback.
"Okay... I'm glad we reached a consensus." Seeing Marconi's transition from panic to calmness, Heliga knew that he had figured it out, and nodded in satisfaction, "As I just said, I have mastered it. A lot of information... Whether it's your affair with the "DG Order" or something else-I will ask you the first question first. The remnant of the "Holy Order"... Is he lurking in the St. Ursula Medical School? "
"That's right! That associate professor of psychiatry named Joachim Joanta! He sold us "Zhenzhi"! ...I only know that he and Speaker Harutman have a very good relationship...No, not so much that they have a good relationship...Rather, the speaker is a little afraid of him. "At the beginning, Marconi was very anxious, but he hesitated when he talked about his relationship with Speaker Harutman, "I also..."
"I found this too." Heliga thought to himself, but without interrupting Marconi, he could see that Marconi was really scared, so he was racking his brains to dig out some others from the depths of his memory. Things you won't know.
"Yes...Yes, I have seen the doctor several times, at a banquet held by the speaker-he said that he was recommended by the speaker to join the St. Ursula College of Medicine to work... and because of this to the speaker I am very grateful. Although he said so on the surface, and at the banquet he also pretended to be very respectful to the speaker, but in fact, I once saw what he and the speaker were saying after the banquet. The speaker looks very scared..."
"When is this happening?" Heliga asked calmly.
"Just a few weeks before the "Black Auction", the speaker at the time sent someone to inform me that the eldest lady who said it was "IBC" was very interested in the few boutique dolls at the auction because "IBC" was for the speaker As a very valued partner, he asked me to think of a way to make these dolls at auction and make them something that can only be purchased by "IBC"... I was about to go. Discuss this with the speaker, and then I see..."