Chapter 163: : bail application [second more]

"Is it you killed?" The old patriarch of Fulin was a little wrong.
"You should know that I have a festival with Bailin." Du Dian chuckled: "The consortium should not notice me a little junior hunter when investigating. If you go to investigate, you should be able to find out. When they were performing their duties, I happened to be temporarily dispatched outside the wall, in conjunction with Greeley to hunt the black weaver."
The old patriarch of the Flint listened attentively. When Dudian mentioned Gloria and the black weaver, he immediately recalled the big events that happened that year, and the two incidents overlapped.
"You, you were not a junior hunter at the time, you can only count as a trainee hunter newcomer, how can you kill Bailin, she is an intermediate hunter!" Fulin patriarchs can hardly believe in authenticity.
Du Dian glanced at his desk and smiled. "If you have read the recent newspaper, you should know the news that the court of the trial, Hollett, died."
The old patriarch of Fulin stunned and suddenly stared at him.
"Yes, I killed it." Du Dian smiled.
The old Fringe patriarch couldn’t help but say: "He is the deacon of the trial, you, why are you killing him?"
"The main thrust of my imprisonment was his trial book." Du Dian smiled and said: "I told you these two things, just want to tell you, if I want, your Ryan family will be tonight. Completely destroyed, please be sure to believe this!"
The old patriarch of Fulin shrank slightly and looked at Du Di'an with a sly look. After a long silence, he suddenly became a little tired, and the old face infiltrated a lot of sweat, no longer able to cover up the trembling of the body, and slowly sat back on the chair. , said: "So, I have no choice?"
Du Dian touched his chin and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Well, it seems that there really is no, unless... you choose to maintain the noble character of the nobles, persist in fighting against the criminals, and then gloriously be destroyed. In this case, perhaps in the annals of later generations. On the top, it is not a ancestors of the Ryan family to leave a glorious record."
The old patriarch of Fulin smiled slightly and said: "You don't have to dig at me. You can escape from the thorn flower prison. I know that you are not a simple character. Maybe the Bailin team is really killed by you. Anyway, you The strength to kill my old man is still there. Even if I want to keep my own life, I will promise you. However, if the deacon of Hollet is really killed by you, the trial will surely catch up, even if I take you Bail out, you will be jailed again, and will be executed immediately!"
Dudian smiled: "You don't have to worry about this, I have to deal with it."
The old patriarch of the Flint couldn't help but glance at him, and he stopped talking. He finally resisted the inquiry and said: "Since you have your own plan, I don't say much. It is just that the Hongyeshan mine has been difficult to mine. Almost a waste mine, even if it is sold out, it is difficult to sell high prices."
Du Di'an smiled and said: "The mine is like a human being. Just dress it up a bit, even if it is difficult to see, you can see it after you dress it up. What do you do? I don't think I need to elaborate."
The old patriarch of Fulin glanced at him deeply and said, "I know."
Du Dian walked slowly to the desk and said: "It's not too early. You can now write a bail book and let the servant go to the trial office to submit a bail application."
The old patriarch of Fulin changed his face slightly and stared at the boy carefully. He finally sighed in his heart and said, "I can probably believe that Bailin is really dead in your hands." In the middle of the letter, I put ink on the quill pen and started writing.
Dudi looked quietly. After a while, the bail was written and the coat of arms of the Ryan family was covered at the end.
"Tomorrow, I will find a way to sell the mine and raise money to help you take care of it." The old patriarch of Fulin closed the letter and sighed.
Du Dian nodded and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry too much. When you get things done, I will send you a big gift."
The old patriarch of Fulin smiled bitterly and said nothing.
After a while, after Du Di'an was hiding, the old patriarch of Fulin called the housekeeper, handed the letter out, and told him to go to the trial center overnight.
Du Di'an hid in the dark to observe carefully, in case the old man of the Flint secretly transferred the letter to the letterhead. When the housekeeper left, he smelled the letter that was stained with the old man's head and was transferred to another person's hand. The horse left the castle.
When the door closed, Du Di'an came out from behind the door and said to the old Fulin leader: "It's not early, I will go back to sleep first, I wish you a good dream. This is a wonderful start."
The old patriarch of Fulin laughed and he was destined to lose sleep tonight.
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The second day after the body of Hollet was found.
In the office of the Warden of the Bronze Prison Inside Fort.
A black armor figure hurriedly pushed in the door, swept away, and saw Jones behind the desk, asking: "The warden, I heard that you have news of criminals?"
"Not bad." Jones saw him coming and threw a letter to him on the table. "This is just the news, the trace of the devil is exposed, and the location is in the business district."
The black armor youth quickly unpacked the letterhead and went on a tour. He couldn’t help but change his color.
Have a debut of Hollett? Isn’t he in a slum, how can he go to the business district again?

Jones said: "He had previously gone to the slums, and it is likely to be deliberately exposed in the direction of your search, so that you can find him hiding in the slums and ignoring searches in other areas."
Hearing his words, the black armor youth only felt a slap in the face, and his face appeared angry, saying: "You mean, we were played by him?"
Jones said indifferently: "From the moment he escaped from prison, it was like playing around with us. Now, you immediately dispatched people to the business district to search his tracks. I believe your nose, looking for the entire business district, will definitely be able to take him. dig it out!"
The black armor youth looked gloomy and looked at the letter in his hand. He suddenly said: "There are only two steel nails on the top. This steel nail is not exclusive to our prison. It can be forged in some blacksmith shops. Will it be just a coincidence? If I were him, when I was wanted, I tried my best to lead the people we searched to the slums. It’s unreasonable to make such a thing in the blink of an eye and expose my whereabouts. Is this not a waste of previous plans? Already?"
Jones glanced at him and said: "Even if he doesn't do this, you have been searching for so many days in the slums, but you still haven't found his shadow. Sooner or later, you will shift your eyes to other areas. He should know this. There will be exposure, and we will know that we will search in the past. The purpose of doing this is to know where our search team is and want to hold our nose."
The young black armor can't help but say: "Since you know this, why should I go?"
Jones sighed and said: "This is no way. Even if I know the idea of ​​this little devil, I still have to jump in. After all, what is dead is a trial deacon. The biggest suspect is the jailbreaking devil. If we don’t do something, how can the trials and nobles trust our prison?

The black armor youth was silent. After a while, he said: "I will send some people to the past, and then send another part of the staff to the residential area to find."
Jones nodded: "Yes, I am also doing this, but this time the investigation of the business district, you must come forward, otherwise there is no way to explain to the trial."
"I know." The black armor youth nodded slightly.
"Just escaped, I thought I would take a point, find a corner to hide, and the result is that I am so smashing the hole, it is just going to make trouble." Jones pinched his fingers and blinked: "Wait to catch this little devil, I have to peel off his skin a little, and then add chili water to make him feel uncomfortable!" (To be continued.)