Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 217 Southern Continent

The Indian ambassador, Jean-Martin Becker? The Indian ambassador to whom the Zmanger Party was loyal?

Klein's eyes widened slightly, his eyebrows raised, and he instantly perked up. He lowered his head, his gaze wandering over the words.

"At 9:27 PM on September 9th, Intis Ambassador Backlund Jean Madan was found missing from his villa in the suburbs of Backlund, and his whereabouts remain unknown.

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Miss Sophie, Miss Emil, Mr. Deasy, and several other guests testified that they saw Ambassador Backram go upstairs with a young woman between 8:20 and 35:9, and that they did not see him again. It was not until : that the Loen military arrived at the banquet and discovered that Ambassador Backram had disappeared from the villa.

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For reasons of national security, the military cannot reveal too much information to our reporters. Gentlemen from MI9... We have learned that Ambassador Backlund has likely committed serious crimes in Loen, endangering the safety of Loen and its people.

Captain Heywood of MI9 promised that MI9 would arrest him as soon as possible..."

Klein withdrew his gaze and subconsciously tapped the table with his fingers. As soon as he curled his right hand slightly, the soft touch of the bread in his hand was transmitted to his skin, bringing his thoughts back to reality.

Because of the previous action, two dents were pressed into the bread. Klein picked up the bread with a slightly clumsy movement and stuffed it into his mouth.

Although this newspaper publicized Bakerlund's guilty remarks, it did not actually point out Bakerlund's specific crimes. It simply avoided the issue by using the excuse of "protecting state secrets and security."

But Klein, who had sufficient intelligence, knew that Ambassador Backlund was actually conducting espionage operations within Loen and that he was a spy.

"The Loen Kingdom's news censorship system is very strict," Eve's voice suddenly came, her slow tone carrying a hint of mockery. "Any negative news involving the Loen Parliament, the royal family, or the military will be suppressed, and reporters will be arrested for defamation, even if the report is true. Therefore, only reports that are in line with the royal family or the parliament will appear in the newspapers."

In other words, these newspapers were the mouthpiece of the royal family and Parliament.

Klein sensed a hint of sarcasm and dissatisfaction in Eve's playful words. After careful consideration, he roughly guessed the reason.

He once mentioned to himself that the South Continent rebels' propaganda in the North Continent was strictly suppressed by the Loen officials. Due to political struggles, some reports unfavorable to the parliament or the royal family might appear in the newspapers, but regarding the South Continent rebels, both sides stood on the same side and were determined to erase their existence.

In an instant, Klein thought of many things: his seemingly distant past life, the disguised book of the Northern Continental Army's crimes, the skinny child handing out the booklet, and the people from the Southern Continent who came to the Northern Continent to make a living...

"That Mr. Hunter, um... Meursault, once served Ambassador Bakerland." Klein paused for a few seconds, recalling the stranger's name. "I remember he was from the Southern Continent. How is he now?"

Klein looked up at Eve, somewhat curious about how she would treat the "hunter" who came to the Northern Continent, pledged allegiance to the people of the Northern Continent, and yet was also harming ordinary people there.

"If the southern continent were peaceful, then Meursault would just be a small-time gang leader in Loen. I would probably hand him over to the Loen police or kill him directly. The final result of both scenarios would be the same. But..."

Eve paused for a second, her fingers tapping lightly on the table. A rhythmic tapping sound emanated from her fingers, and a slightly ethereal female voice sang slowly, like a clear spring flowing from a mountain stream:

"The devil rushed into the flock,

Lamb, lamb, two legs,
Can't run, can't fight,
There are small holes all over his body.

The little lamb cried and looked for the big lamb,

Under the trees, in the water, on the ground,
The little lamb cannot seek the big lamb,
Under the trees, in the water, on the ground. Crows flew into the flock,
The devil rushed into the wheat field,
The little lamb weeps, the big lamb weeps,
The lambs began to eat the lambs.”

After the song ended, Eve reached out, picked up Klein's coffee, and held it in front of him. "There's no bread or coffee there. In some places, there's not even tree bark or grass roots."

"War, hunger, and chaos have made life in the southern continent difficult. Unimaginable tragedies are a daily occurrence in the southern continent."

Is this a nursery rhyme from the Southern Continent... Klein pursed his lips, speechless. He had come across this kind of nursery rhyme on the internet in his previous life. They always had the word "horror" in front of them, but such horror was commonplace back then.

Eve looked up at Klein, whose expression was slightly dazed. After a long pause, she slowly exhaled, "I just want to survive."

"Crack!"

Eve placed the coffee back on the coffee tray. The porcelain cup collided with the white tray, making a crisp sound that woke Klein's thoughts.

Klein's chest rose and fell, and a bitter feeling welled up in his heart. However, he remained undeterred by his emotions and noticed the flaw in Eve's words. "But Meursault no longer falls into the category of 'surviving,' right?"

"Yes, so he should be thankful that he still resents Intis, to whom he serves, and also thankful that he is a Beyonder."

Eve stood up, her goose-yellow skirt swaying with her movements, creating folds like waves. "Otherwise, he would have become a corpse."

"Now, not only has he survived, he has also had a chance to become stronger."

Eve walked step by step to the window. The half-closed curtains could not completely block the sunlight. The sunlight penetrated through the gaps and scattered on her goose yellow dress, as if the sunlight was broken into stars and scattered on the hem of the skirt.

"War is the best nourishment for the hunter."

Eve turned around, and He smiled, raising His right hand with His thumb and index finger extended, making a "gun" gesture.

The girl raised her hand slightly, pursed her lips, and then suddenly opened them.

"boom!"

The sound of gunfire rang out, and it seemed as if it would never stop, lingering in Meursault's ears. Bullets kept flying from behind, forcing him to hide behind the cover in embarrassment.

Meursault also fantasized about returning to his hometown when he first arrived in the Northern Continent. At that time, he thought that he could live well in the Northern Continent with his own strength, and even save some money to open a factory in the Southern Continent. However, reality gave him a hard slap in the face.

In order to survive, he joined the gang and became a thug. Although he was promoted along the way, he finally pledged allegiance to Ambassador Bakerland.

It seemed as he had thought at the beginning, he lived well in the Northern Continent with his own strength, but he no longer dared to think about how he would return to the Southern Continent.

But now, also to survive, he returned to the Southern Continent in a form he had never imagined.

He was brought back to the southern continent by Sherlock Moriarty, who once again displayed his strange and powerful abilities in front of him. Meursault only felt dizzy for a moment, and then appeared next to the battlefield.

A gun, two loaves of bread, and three clips of bullets—that was all he had left him.

(End of this chapter)