Chapter 659: Flanking

   Chapter 659
   "You mean, my brother and that wine merchant?" Sheila asked.
"Yes," Thales nodded and explained calmly, "On the face of it, Dagoli Moss is a central-collar wine merchant, but secretly, he is serving your brother. Of course, he is also stealing from your brother. Money is full of private pockets. Until the secret branch finds him, use this to instigate Moss."
   "Well, no surprise."
   "What I know is that the Kingdom Secret Service sent Moss back to the Emerald City, asked him to find your brother, and proposed to come to me to be a double-sided undercover agent, and the result..."
"As a result, my brother was unexpected on the first day and arrested Moss in public." Sheley bit his cigarette holder, exhaling a puff of cigarette, and said vaguely from the corner of his mouth. ?"
   "Thank you for reminding me again," Thales frowned. "But that's the problem."
"what is the problem?"
"Moss just found me, and was arrested before he even had time to attend a banquet or something with me," Thales said. "It stands to reason that when Moss and me get together longer, the relationship will be closer. Get in touch more, and arrest Moss again. The count of crimes will dampen my reputation and make me more difficult to defend. Why is Jain so eager to start?"
  Hile's eyes rolled: "Maybe because that wine merchant used to serve him, my brother is worried that he knows too much, so he's better?"
"Maybe."
  Thyls showed a thoughtful expression:
   "Anyway, I was caught off guard by this one. In order to stay in the Emerald City at ease, I had to reveal a little secret to Jen."
  "A little secret?"
   Thales nodded:
"I tell your brother that Moss is a spy for the secret countermeasures. He is used to provoke my relationship with him. As for the fact that I was sent to marry you, this is the king’s conspiracy to take the Emerald City. , Annexed the South Bank collar."
   Xilai hummed softly:
   "In other words, you betrayed your Majesty and Secret Section to pick yourself up?"
  Tales’ complexion does not change:
  "This is for the overall situation, they will understand, besides..."
  You should count the number of times they betrayed me.
  Thyls thought unhappily.
   "Besides what?"
   Thales returns to the current conversation:
  "After several days of trial and error, I found out that Jane had a thorough knowledge of the kingdom’s situation and his own situation."
  Thyls thought of the words Jen said to him at the battle banquet, and his expression became solemn:
   "As early as when the marriage letter arrived at Kongming Palace, Jane guessed my father's plot against the Emerald City, and guessed what the Fuxing Palace sent me to do."
  Hile showed a suspicious expression: "Are you sure?"
"He rushed to Wing Star City deliberately for this purpose and used a plan to curb the ambitions of the Fuxing Palace," Thales said affirmatively. "The worst time, he just sent a sword and almost killed two lives at the royal banquet. Come on, the imperial conference is very troubled."
   "Sounds like his style," Hillay nodded, her expression changed, "Wait a minute, but that means..."
"Yes, Jayne knew everything from the beginning," Thales said coldly. "He just kept acting with me, "What? Your dad actually wanted to harm me? What? You opposed your dad? That's too. Okay, Thales, let's give up our misfortunes and cooperate!'."
   Xilai looked at him disgustingly: "How many brain-dead stage plays in the Temple of Dark Night have you watched?"
   Thales coughed awkwardly:
"Since this is the case, with Jayne's suspicion and suspicion, he must have been suspected that the wine merchant who had served him as early as when Dagori Moss first found him and offered to approach me. Keze has turned against it."
"So that's the case," Shelay said suddenly, "So, my brother made up his mind to arrest the wine merchant on the first day he got into your team, so as not to let him play the role of secret spy, but also to destroy it. Your reputation."
  But Thales shook his head:
"too fast."
   "What is too fast?"
  Tales took a deep breath:
  "According to what I know about Jen, if he really suspects that Moss is a spy for the Kingdom Secret Division..."
  Hilee reacted: "Then my brother should be quiet, and let the wine merchant approach you, let Moss pretend to report back to him, and let Moss be a self-righteous spy?"
  Tyles nodded and said:
   "In order to know yourself and the enemy, wait for the opportunity, make the most of the value of Moss, and in turn discover the actions of the Kingdom's Secret Science and the Fuxing Palace-it seems that you also know your brother well."
  Hile narrowed her eyes:
   "But my brother didn't do this. On the contrary, he arrested the wine merchant."
   "And just a few hours after Dagori Moss met with me," Thales said, "and let the Emerald Legion be fully armed and count the crimes in public."
  The prince solemnly said:
  "This is tantamount to abandoning this chess piece directly: even if Moss is immortal, he will be imprisoned, can no longer appear in front of people, can no longer produce value, let alone use him to spy on the secret branch or the Fuxing Palace."
   Xilai understands:
   "So, this pawn, which could have been valuable, was abandoned by my brother too quickly."
  Tels nodded, deeply suspicious:
   "Too fast is not in his interest."
  
   "Our investigation has encountered obstacles."
  In Thales’ lounge, Mallos’ brief summary made His Royal Highness black.
"First of all, Commuto. He tried to find acquaintances he knew in the Security Department as before. He wanted to get the file of the Dagoli Moss case and learn about his previous activities in the Emerald City, but Moss died. After that, the relevant case files were sealed, and..."
  Malios did not continue, but looked behind him.
  Kong Muto coughed, took a step forward, and continued embarrassingly:
"What's even more strange is that my friend in the Police Department just tentatively raised a mouth, and was warned by Shangfeng, saying that he shouldn't ask. This made him scared to death and refused to disclose it to us. News...I think it’s hard to dig from the line of the Security Department anymore."
  Obviously, someone does not want them to find the answer.
  Tels coldly, rubbing the puppet bear in his hand expressionlessly:
   "So, is the clue broken here?"
  Malios turned his head, and on the other side, Wiya moved forward excitedly:
  "Fortunately, Your Highness, thanks to the management regulations of Emerald City, the file retention system of various departments is quite complete."
  "Documents? Keep files?" Thales narrowed his eyes.
  Huiya nodded:
"There is a filing file in the City Hall: A few days ago, the Security Agency blocked an intersection in the Dianjin District, saying it was a search for fugitives, but the signature was unusual. It was the Security Director himself, who happened to be arrested at Moss. On the next day, the staff sent were all security officers related to the Moss case."
  Thyls' eyes lit up:
   "So it must be related to Moss... But how did you know that there is this filing?"
  Speaking of this, Huai Ya's smile stagnated, and her voice went low:
   "There is a new clerical officer who came to the city hall for internship and met at the dinner. He is... He has an uncle who works in the capital, who happens to be in the Department of Foreign Affairs, so I am willing to make it easy for us."
  The Department of Foreign Affairs...
   Thales was a little silent: So, it was Gilbert's blessing.
   "Very good, then what?"
   "Morgan and Oscarson went to the intersection," Mallos took, "The blockade has been released, but..."
  The watchman looked behind him.
Oscarson stepped forward, staring at the cute bear in Thales's hand carefully, tremblingly: "There is a place where gentry and wealthy businessmen gather together, Your Highness, so the police department must report to the city hall for searches, but the problem is... …"
"The place has been'cleaned up'," the veteran Morgan couldn't stand it, and he was murderous. "The neighbors around, the guards at the door, the vendors selling snacks on the street, and even the coachmen who often run the road were all caught up. After saying hello, all of them were very secretive about the words'brewer, fugitive, or arrest', as if someone would come to inquire if they were right, no one was willing to speak."
  
There are still people watching around the intersection,
Oscarson added, taking a nervous glance at Morgan,
It should be the local police officer, or even the Emerald Legion, we, we finally got rid of them.

  Fuck you, Jayne.
   Thales sighed:
   "So, the clue is broken again?"
   "Not at all," Oscarson started. "A coachman said that he pulled a man who looked like that Moss a while ago and watched him enter one of the mansions."
   Thales' expression moved: "Really?"
   "Wait," Wiya couldn't help asking, "but you just said that everyone around was greeted and no one would say hello?"
   Morgan glared at him and snorted coldly, "Yes."
   "Why is that coachman willing to speak?"
   "It's our civility and politeness," Oscarson took the conversation quickly, "Ask him nicely, and he is willing to speak."
  Wiya squinted her eyes and looked at Morgan’s arm:
  "Morgan Pioneer, why are your fists and knuckles bruised?"
  Morgan hid his hands calmly, and said coldly:
   "I just practiced boxing today, facing... the sandbag."
  Everyone suddenly came across.
   "You mean," Huaiya said suspiciously, "Practice boxing in a civilized, polite, and good manner?"
  Morgan’s eyes are like a knife, full of murderous intent:
   "Have you asked enough?"
   "Anyway, Your Highness," Oscarson interrupted quickly and rounded up the conversation. "We ask, well, the mansion that Moss visited belongs to a wool merchant named Diop."
  "Wool merchant? Diop?"
  Thyls groaned:
   "So, Moss visited this Diop, and then?"
  Malós nodded: "Mrs. Diop said that on the day Moss was arrested, her husband left home early, but he did not return for a long time, and he still has nowhere to go."
  The prince frowned suddenly:
  "The clue is broken again?"
  Malios gave a low cough: "This is not necessarily true."
   "All right," Thales sighed, "Which supernatural guardian of the Star Lake is this time?"
  Malios looked at his subordinates, his expression was rarely...unnatural.
   "Guardian Danny Doyle, he learned through unconventional means," the watchman tried to truthfully stated, "Mr. Diop, he has a mistress outside and another residence."
  Tels was taken aback:
  "You mean D.D. What unconventional way?"
  Malyston took a moment, seeming to blame Thales for not talking too much, but he continued:
   "As far as I know, Mr. Diop's wife, she has a green eye for Guard Doyle, and she was persuaded by Doyle..."
  Blue eyes have added...
  As soon as this remark came out, the Star Lake Guards booed "it really is so".
  Tyles narrowed his eyes.
  Everyone talked about each other, yin and yang talking weirdly: "I don’t know how D.D'convinced' her..."
   "Of course I use my mouth..."
   "That is, D.D's eloquence is better..."
   "Where did you persuade that?"
   "In a warm and cramped bedroom?"
   "Mr. Diop has no opinion on this?"
   "Mr. Diop doesn't know..."
   "It's better not to know, right?"
   "Quiet!" Mallos had to maintain order, "We are talking about business!"
  Tyles rubbed his forehead and reacted:
   "Wait, where is D.D?"
   "I'm just about to talk about this, he and the Glover Pioneer volunteered," Mallos frowned, "Go to the residence of Mr. Diop's mistress first to find out information."
  These remarks caused everyone to whisper in a weird manner:
   "噫......"
   "Why is he so active..."
   "Grab the power, this is..."
   "It must be for that mistress..."
   "Could it be because of Mr. Diop?"
   "Then who knows..."
   "But he also brought zombies..."
  "Three people, it's more fun..."
   "Are you talking about pinching back and forth?"
   "And Mr. Diop, that's four people..."
  "Why do you like Mr. Diop so much..."
  But in the inexplicable discussions, Mallos keenly noticed:
  Prince Thales frowned.
  
  "Then have you ever thought that Moss was arrested so quickly because my brother was too afraid of secret science?"
  Hile asked: "He doesn't want to take the risk of using this chess piece, cut off the hand of Secret Branch from the root, and stifle the conspiracy in the cradle in the first place?"
   "It is possible," Thales nodded, "but this way, he is too slow."
"Too slow?" Hille asked in confusion, "You mean, if my brother is so afraid of Secret Science, then he shouldn't let Moss see you at all. He should do it the first time he doubts Moss. Killing or arresting, so as not to sprawl?"
"Yeah," Thales said, "This is what I don't understand: If Jain still wants to use Moss, then he will abandon Moss too quickly. If Jain is the Secret of Dread, then he It seems too slow to arrest Moss again."
  "Then maybe, his mentality is between the two, he wants to use Moss to give you a cruel, but also afraid of the secret science in the dark, don't want to give them a chance?"
   "Maybe, barely makes sense," Thales sighed, "until last night."
  Hile exhaled a puff: "Moss is dead?"
  Tels nodded.
"No matter who did it, a sensitive secret spy died in his prison. Jen should be more vigilant and suspicious, and pursue it," the prince showed suspicion, "but he came to instruct his men. Forged evidence and even the time of the case, I tried my best to cover it up, saying that it was not to affect the feast. Secondly, after I found out and pointed it out, he followed my words and tried to convince me that this was done by Secret Science. Death is just a misguided, saying that Moss may have been used by Secret Science to provoke contradictions-but this was originally the story I made up a few days ago to win his trust."
   "Unless Jen did it himself," Sheila frowned. "There is a problem behind that wine merchant."
   Thales nodded in agreement:
   "In this way, I probably pieced together another set of truths."
  Thyls gently rubbed his hand, with a spirit in his eyes:
"In the beginning, Moss went to Jen and made the latter suspect that the wine merchant had been instigated by the secret team, but Jen was confident that he was not afraid at all, but pretended not to know, so he would let Moss come close to me in order to get the most out of it. Interests."
"But when I arrived at the Emerald City, Jayne suddenly discovered that there was a problem with Moss. This made your brother change his mind and decided to abandon his original plan and arrest Moss on the street, even after he went to jail, he couldn't chase after him. Give up, to kill his mouth."
  Hile frowned: "What's the problem with Moss?"
   Thales shook his head:
"I don't know. But since Jane can safely let Moss approach me, he must have thoroughly investigated Moss before, and it must be something that can change his mind. It must not be an old thing of old bad millet, such as Moss getting his own pockets. Or the wine business is losing money or something."
  Hila nodded clearly:
   "And it must have happened after this wine merchant arrived in the Emerald City, maybe even before he went to find you?"
   Thales nodded: "Exactly."
  "It is the secret branch of the kingdom."
   Xilai pondered for a few seconds, sure and authentic:
   "No matter what problem Jen finds from Moss that makes him so gaffe, it must have something to do with Secret Science. This is the only explanation."
   Thales agreed and solemnly said:
   "I think in the case of Moss, maybe the Kingdom Secret Division and your brother, they have been fighting back and forth for several rounds in an invisible dark place."
  Hile remembered something, her expression changed slightly:
   "Wait, so you sent someone to track down Moss?"
   "I have gone, right when we were talking."
   "Let them come back."
   "Okay—what did you say?" Thales was surprised.
  I saw Xilai shook his head:
   "If there is a problem with Moss, it really makes my brother so jealous... Trust me, you can't find anything."
   "Are you sure?"
  Hile affirmed:
  "First of all, you are outsiders. With my brother's control over this city, you can't hide any of your actions from him..."
  "Secondly, if your subordinates are lucky and find clues, then it will be even worse. With my brother’s character, he will do whatever it takes to..."
  Thyls frowned:
"What's the meaning?"
"it means……"
  Hile took a deep breath and said seriously:
   "Your men, they are in danger."
  
   "We are a step late."
  In a luxurious mansion, D.D followed Glover into a room full of blood and tightly drawn curtains.
  "This should be the wool merchant named Diop and his mistress. They have been hiding here these days until..."
  Glover frowned and looked at the man and woman who had been dead on the bed for a long time.
  Behind him, D.D leaned against the wall with a pale face and took a deep breath.
   "Have you never seen a dead person?"
   "I have seen it, it's just..." D.D gritted his teeth and forced himself to look at the pair of corpses on the bed, "They didn't even have to kill her."
  Glover calmly opened the curtains, and the light shone into the room: Diop's expression was terrified before he died.
  "It’s not ‘them’, it’s ‘him’."
"he?"
   "This technique was done by the same person." Glover grabbed Diop's wrist and observed it carefully. "Stop the target and break the wrist, just like Moss in prison."
  "The only difference is that in order to avoid the target's struggle, Moss probably died after being knocked out, and this..."
  Brother Lofer looked at Diop’s expression, then looked at the red-stained bed sheet, frowned:
  "Diop was tied to the bed, unable to move, and could only watch himself bleeding and slowly dying."
   Feeling the life leaving the body little by little.
  D.D finally adjusted, and resumed normal breathing:
"Why?"
   "I want to guess, for torture," Glover looked at the wound, "In this case, he will answer whatever you ask."
   "No, I mean, why kill him?"
   "Like Moss, this wool merchant must know something."
  Dangling.
   There was a muffled noise from upstairs, which surprised the two of them.
  D.D took a deep breath and lowered his voice:
   "You just said, shall we be late?"
  Glover stared at the ceiling, holding the hilt of the sword, his knees slightly bent, and quietly stepped out of the room:
   "It seems that he hasn't left yet, he is still searching upstairs."
"what should we do?"
   "There are two stairs in the corridor, you left and the other right, we blocked him upstairs."
D.D, who followed him out of the room on tiptoe, changed his face: "Really? What if he jumps out of the window? How about I call for some support..."
   "He's going to run, we don't have time," Glover narrowed his eyes. "Just remember, you still have a few percent of your swordsmanship—now!"
  The voice fell, and Glover took a step forward and quietly touched one of the stairs.
"Oops!"
  D.D whispered: "Glover!"
  But the matter was over, Doyle had no choice but to follow Glover's arrangement, stepping quietly, and touching the stairs on the other side.
  Daddy really missed him.
  D.D pressed against the wall, and cursed in his heart as he stepped:
   Staying beside the prince, what kind of "food and drink" work is this!
  He quietly went up to the second floor, and what appeared in front of him was a dark corridor.
  D.D swallowed: I am not afraid of the dark.
   just now.
   "It's really fast," a strange voice rang through the wall, cold, hoarse, and ominous, "Big guy, are you a prince?"
  D.D was surprised at first, and immediately reacted:
  Oops, the enemy found Glover!
   "Huh, those who hide their heads and reveal their tails," Glover's voice sounded, apparently no longer hiding his figure, "Are you looking for wanting to be seen, or are you too ugly to be seen?"
  Doyle hurriedly increased his speed, went to meet Glover, and prepared to strike back and forth.
  The enemy smiled sadly:
   "So, you are the royal guard, right?"
  But D.D hit a wall before running a few steps!
Hold!
  Doyle understood, and cursed in his heart:
  After going up the stairs on both sides, the two sides are not connected to each other!
  And Glover...probably still waiting for him to "flip back and forth"?
  The situation is urgent, D.D gritted his teeth and ran back!
  Fuck your grandma’s zombie! What a bad idea, go to your mother's back and forth!
  "How much did Iris give you?" Glover said from the other side of the wall.
"enough."
  The voice fell, and the clash of weapons suddenly sounded, with the roar of Glover!
   Obviously, Glover has already fought the enemy.
   "Glover!"
  Doyle was ignorant of being spotted by the enemy, and yelled as he ran to remind him of his position:
   "Glover's Guard Officer?"
  Fortunately, Glover is considered the best man around the prince, um, maybe except that Aaron?
  But soon, the sound of the hand-to-hands stopped.
  Glover’s roar no longer came.
  D.D's heart tightened.
   "Glover?"
No way?
   "Karen Glover?"
  But Glover did not answer.
  "Zombie?"
  D.D roared:
   "Glover? A zombie on a grassy horse!"
"answer me!"
  Glover still did not answer.
  Doyle became more and more anxious, he rushed up the stairs where Glover had walked in two steps, and rushed up the corridor on the second floor.
   rushed into the darkness and the unknown.
  (End of this chapter)