Vol 3 Chapter 191: : Kill [guarantee second]

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Du Di'an did not speak, silently smelled the smell of Barton's three people. When they walked out of the Moulin Rouge, they immediately pointed to the girl's wet coat and then turned away.
The white cat mask girl squats and squats, and can only wait in the same place.
Du Dian squeezed into the crowd, bypassed the girl's sight, left the ballroom, and went outside the Moulin Rouge. She soon saw a carriage with a Milan family flag parked on the side of the road, sitting in front of the carriage. A coachman and two knights are waiting for their young master.
The light in the ballroom was dim, so the girl didn't notice the difference, but the outside was bright. Du Di'an knew that it was difficult to get through the eyes of the two knights in one coat. When the mask was taken off, take off the jacket and squat. As they watched the street, they quickly descended the steps and came to the carriage in the other side of the street, pulling the door and getting on the carriage.
"Come." Inside the train, Barton saw Du Di'an on the bus and asked, and his look was a little nervous. "What should I do next?"
Dudian did not speak, looked at Vincand, who was fainting next to him, and walked to Kruen, who was sitting outside in the driver's seat: "Leave here first and go to Muir Street."
"Wuer Street?" Kroen was shocked. There was a site at the trial site. Seeing that Dudian did not explain, he did not ask again, raising the whip and drove away.
The streets of Muir are far from the streets of Lido. They arrived two hours later. On the way, Vikande woke up, but just recovered his consciousness and was stunned again by Du Di'an. ↑△小↓△..m]
Du Di'an found a remote alley. When the left and right people were few, Weikande helped to get off the bus and patted his back. Even if someone noticed it, he would only think that a few drunk aristocrats had shaken the wine. I want to vomit on the side of the road.
After entering the alley, Du Di'an took Vikande to the deepest part of the alley. It was far from the road, and the chances of being discovered by passers-by were low, and the pedestrians on the roadside would not be too harsh.
Holding Vikande in a comfortable side-lying position, Du Dian covered the lighter garbage in the alley, first to avoid being seen, and second to keep his body temperature, to prevent premature being Wake up.
After doing this, Du Dian turned and left the alley, and the passers-by who had passed by had already gone far, no one would stop and watch others vomiting, so no one noticed that two people went in, but only one person came out.
Back in the carriage, Du Dian put on Wikande's coat and said to Barton and Joseph: "You are waiting here. If he wakes up, he will fake porcelain and attract the attention of passers-by."

What is it like porcelain?
Barton was curious.
Du Dian snorted, explained it and taught a few methods.
Barton and Joseph came to realize it and wrote it down.

Get attention?
Joseph asked.
Du Di'an said: "He feels ashamed, and you leave, you don't have too much entanglement. He wants to leave, the purpose is to let others notice that he appears here."
Barton and Joseph looked at each other and nodded. "Know it."
When the two got off the carriage, Du Dian said to Kruen: "Go to the 6th Street in Muir."
Kruen did not ask much, fully assumed the role of a driver, driving the carriage.
"Before the 12th." Du Dian pointed to the direction.
The carriage quickly stopped in front of the No. 12 house on No. 6 Street in Muir. This is a small manor with a lawn behind the fence. There is a chic and elegant small in the middle of the lawn. There is a huge fruit tree on the side of the fence. Fruit.
Du Di'an smelled two smells in the house, and another familiar smell. This is the smell of Hollett. This house is also the home of Hollett.
Wearing a mask, Du Dian stepped on the door and knocked on the door. After a while, the door was pushed open. A beautiful woman of about 30 pushed the door open and saw Du Di'an wearing a mask at the door. She was shocked and surprised: "you are?"
"The person who came to investigate the trial." Du Di'an whispered: "You need to borrow your husband's relics."
The beautiful woman glanced at him with a puzzled look, but still said: "Please come in."
Du Dian nodded, put on the slippers and went into the child, looked around and figured out the structure of the house. Another smell was in the upstairs room, the little son of Hollett.
"What do you want?" The beautiful woman who closed the door and looked at Du Di'an, she always felt a little weird, and looked at Du Di'an with suspicion.
Du Dian looked back at her and whispered: "Mrs. is your wife's most precious relic?"
The beautiful woman glanced at Dudyan with amazement and said, "You, you are not the person at the trial office?"
Du Di'an said: "What happened to your husband, he used his own life to make up for it, but he made up for it, and because of his death, it brought me a little trouble, so I can only bother you to help him. Fill in this hole."
Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman squatted back, stared at her eyes, and looked at the masked figure with horror. She did not expect her murderer to kill her husband, but she stood in front of her body. Gently shuddering, and afraid of anger, said: "I, my husband has any enmity with you, why do you want to kill him, you devil, you are not afraid of trial sanctions ..."
Du Di'an did not wait for her to continue to say more, quickly shot, grabbed her mouth, whispered: "I will give you a happy, not as painful as your husband, pleading for me to kill him." After that, the arm twisted and slammed, and the neck of the beautiful woman broke.
Du Di'an was gloomy, and her body was slowly lowered to the ground, ready to go upstairs quietly. Suddenly I heard the lightly distorted sound from the building, the footsteps were slight, and the face was a bit ugly, he stopped. Turned around and grabbed the rag on the table, rubbed his fingers across the chin and lips of the beautiful woman, then touched the necklace in the pocket and threw it on the ground in an inconspicuous place.
After doing this, I was about to leave. Suddenly, the twisted voice wandered to the stairs, and the head came out from there, shouting, "Oh!" It seems to be a mischief, and it jumps out in horror.
Du Di'an's body was stiff and he was opposite to him.
This is an eight-year-old child with a short linen hair and a naughty smile on his face, but it has solidified. The mother who fell on the living room has a strange figure wearing a mask in the living room. The head slammed, some blank, and squatted in place.
Du Di'an's heart was filled with countless thoughts. The first reaction was to kill people. But soon, he remembered that he was wearing a mask, and his heart was relieved. He looked at the boy and saw a trace of struggle in his eyes. Or turned and flew away, opened the door, put on shoes, and grabbed the slippers that I passed through, ran to the outside carriage, and let Kruen drive away. (To be continued.).