Chapter 161: : on the name

A few days later.
The Muir Street Trial Office received a report. In a secluded street in a jurisdiction, there was a highly rotted body immersed in a wooden barrel. The first to find the corpse was a nearby neighbor.
In the long-lost fine weather, the rotten smell on the body exudes and exposes the body. When the people at the trial station rushed to the scene, they suddenly saw a scene of sorrow. The highly rotten corpse was sitting in a wooden barrel with his hands folded together. He seemed to be praying, and there were two steel nails running through his chest.
The person at the trial site recognized the costume of the corpse at a glance, and was the deacon of the trial.
It is like a deep water, and it makes a big splash.
After identifying the identity of the corpse, all the divisions of the entire business district were alarmed.
As the top four forces independent of the nobility, the military, and the outside of the Holy See, this is the most serious trauma and provocation that has been suffered in the trials in the past five years. For a time, each trial has included this case in the highest executive ranks. .
On the second day after Hollet’s body was found, another highly decomposed corpse was found in a sewer outside the courthouse. After identification, it was the driver of Hollett.
The investigator sent by the trial found the owner of the cottage in the first place. This was a slightly fat middle-aged man who was scared to collapse when he was brought into the interrogation room of the trial.
"At 8 o'clock on the evening of the 17th, where are you?"
"At home, it was heavy rain, I stayed with my family."
"I heard that your house is rented out. Do you remember the appearance of the lessor?"
"I don't remember. He was wearing a hood and kept his head down. It was too dark. I didn't pay much attention to it, but I remember his body was thin."
"Did you have seen his identity card when signing the lease contract?"
"I asked him, but he said that he didn't bring it to him. Later, he said that he only rented it for a week and gave me ten silver coins. I will rent it to him."
"Hey, see what the money opens."
In the homeowner's investigation, the information obtained by the trial was extremely limited. The only thing that could be confirmed was that the murderer of the crime was a male, and this was a planned and premeditated assassination.
However, the death of a deacon, the trial will naturally not be willing to give up, the body and the scene are closely guarded, the trial transferred two senior trial knights responsible for reconnaissance of the information left behind by the murderer.
The first thing that caught the attention was that the two steel nails were sent to the trial center for inspection. It didn't take long before they found two kinds of blood on the nails, one is Hollett, the other is unknown. Blood.
Although it was impossible to find the murderer from the blood side, the trial found that the source of the steel nail was quickly found in the thorn flower prison.
In addition to the steel nails, the trial site also found a few rose petals on the scene, so the flower beds and flower shops in various places on the streets of Muir were strictly investigated.
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In another part of the business district, the town of Yade.
A carriage drove in and parked in front of a hotel. A pale-skinned teenager came down from the car and held a red rose in his hand and entered the hotel.
Hey~!
The door opened.
"Dean?" Joseph in the room saw Du Di'an at the door and was pleasantly surprised: "Come in, you are finally back."
Dudian entered the room. In the spacious room, Joseph was alone. He asked, "What about Barton and Kruen?"
"They went to collect intelligence and they will return soon." Joseph saw Du Di'an holding the flowers and was surprised: "How to change one."
"The previous ones withered." Du Dian smiled and poured himself a cup of hot tea. After a while, he smelled that Barton and Kruen appeared in the range of perception. Soon, the two returned to the hotel.
"How?" Du Dian asked the two.
Barton and Kruen saw Dudian, and there were some surprises, like finding the backbone. Upon hearing this, the two looked at each other and Barton said: "We have asked about these days, from the butcher who killed the pigs to the bosses of the shops, and they said that the Ryan family is a declining little noble. The patriarch is Flint Ryan, who is 62 years old this year. His wife died very early. He has four children. The eldest son is forty-eight years old and has three children. They are all married..."
Du Di'an listened to the two men.
"Because it has already fallen, the Ryan family has only two teams of knights, each with ten people, and about thirty people, a total of fifty people. And I heard that many of these knights are not regular knights, and they have not received glory medals in the Knights' Hall. Only the old patriarch loves the face, recruits some trainee knights into the formation, expands the number, and looks good on the facade."
After a while, all three will know everything.
Du Dian nodded slightly and thought about a little, then he got up and said: "You are waiting for me here, I will go out."
"Where?" Barton could not help but ask.
Du Di'an smiled: "Visit the old patriarch."
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The night is coming.
In the old castle on the high outside the town, the lights are bright.
The knights and crickets are guarded throughout the castle. Day-to-day caretaker work is extremely boring. The scenery that repeats forever is already tired, and the guards know that even the most stupid thief will not run here. To hunt for treasure, it is tantamount to looking for water in the desert and looking for fire in the sea.
The guards stood together, chatting about the interesting things they heard recently, passing the time, only hope that the night could pass earlier.
In the huge restaurant of the old castle, the old patriarch of Flint sits on the long table chief, and the two rows sit with their children and grandchildren. One of the older granddaughters is handing their child to the nanny and let her Bring to breastfeeding.
The huge chandelier hangs on the top of the dining table, and the oil lamp is yellow, which is the lamp oil used by ordinary residents.
After eating dinner, the children each got up and bowed to the old Fringe patriarch, returned to their rooms to rest, or play.
"Grandpa, the last time I opened the store on Wall Street that you mentioned, how are you thinking about it?" When other people walked around, one of the twenty or so young people asked the Fulin patriarch on the chief seat. Road.
The old patriarch of Fulin slowly looked up at him and frowned. "I have investigated it. Although Wall Street is prosperous, the store rent is too high. The copper and iron that you think are too low, and the profits are too low. Not enough, let alone make money to subsidize households."
The young man’s face changed slightly and he hurriedly said:
Grandpa, my heart is not a broken iron. It’s all my hard work to find a good sword forging by master craftsmen. It’s a good price, as long as you borrow my money to rent the store. It’s definitely not profitable!

"You are too small." The old patriarch of Flint sighed: "You should first investigate and investigate other items in similar shops near Wall Street. If you think that your things can be higher than other stores, come back to me. Don't be a fool, they are all fine."
"Grandpa!" The youth hurried.
"Houston, not rude!" The middle-aged man next to him yelled.
The young man bowed his head and sullenly lowered his head, threw the fork in his hand and turned away.
The middle-aged man was busy talking to the old Fulin leader: "Father, don't be surprised, this child is not sensible, and the temper is a little impatient."
"He is still young, and he will understand after a few more years of hard work." The old patriarch of Fulin sighed and said nothing. He picked up the crutches at the table and got up and went back to the room with the help of the maid.
Holding the stairs back to the room, the old patriarch of Fulin gently coughed up with his chest, and the middle-aged maid next to him quickly took the medicine bottle from the container and handed it to him.
The old patriarch poured out two red pills and swallowed them. The cough was slightly relieved and waved to let the maids retreat.
After the middle-aged maid retired, the old patriarch of Fulin slowly walked to the desk at the side with a cane, lit the oil lamp, took out the magnifying glass in the drawer, and flipped through the books on the table.
"The patriarch is so interested." Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded from a dark corner of the room.
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Today, the original three, after eating dinner, the body is not very comfortable, leading to the second is even later than usual, the third is reserved until tomorrow, tomorrow four more compensation, forgive me ~ (to be continued.)