Durin's Diary

Chapter 107 An unexpected helper

"Baron Carol Irving." The boy's father extended his hand to Du Lin somewhat embarrassedly.

"Doolin Lily Elsh." Doolin stretched out his hand and shook hands with him, thinking that the Alvin family was really wealthy and powerful.

He nodded very sincerely: "Thank you for your tolerance towards my child Bell." "He is a bad person who stands up for his battle pet." Du Lin replied with a smile.

"It's great that you think so. Let's say goodbye here." Mr. Carroll said happily, said goodbye to Du Lin, and then took his little boy away - the boy still hasn't woken up, it can only be said that the stick just now really worked.

Du Lin watched them leave. The reason why he didn't kill the boy now was simple, because Bishop Salor was still watching him.

The old man had previously only suspected that Dulin was involved in Harold Nash's death, so he pushed the silly boy Cork out.

But Durin only killed Cork in the duel and had no intention of attacking Louis.

So he was not sure of Du Lin's identity, after all, old Ish was standing behind Du Lin.

But if Du Lin killed Karl without hesitation today, with the vision of this old man, if he still dared not confirm that Du Lin was the murderer or the mastermind behind the previous killing, he would not be worthy of being a bishop.

At that time, if he had asked Louis to pay more money to get forgiveness from Tony's family, he might have been able to escape.

Can money buy back a life? Maybe, but Du Lin thinks it's unrealistic.

If the blind witch really brought the news of forgiveness, then Durin would naturally show mercy.

But before that, Mr. Louis had already found a way to die.

So just like Du Lin said, there is a long way to go.

Du Lin was about to leave, and just as he turned around, he heard gunshots not far away, so he quickly ran towards the flower bed and jumped over it - it was true that there was a bulletproof lining, but the bulletproof lining was not 100% bulletproof, not to mention that there was nothing above Du Lin's head.

When you hear gunshots nearby, the first thing you should do is find cover instead of standing there stupidly. Remember, stray bullets don't recognize people.

The gunshots were very dense, but they ended quickly. Du Lin heard that there were at least four revolvers, and one of the gunshots was very familiar. It was a shotgun, and it was a Du Lin Type 11.

Such dense gunfire made Du Lin think of Lord Tommy Irvine and his family.

Thinking of this, Du Lin stood up and ran towards the college gate. At this time, a Gintama roared past the college gate.

Du Lin only had time to see clearly that everyone in the car was wearing a mask before he watched the car turn a corner, disappear from his sight, and become a mere existence in Du Lin's memory.

Standing at the gate of the college, Du Lin looked at the carriage - it was Baron Carol Irving's carriage, the whole carriage was riddled with bullet holes, and Baron Carol Irving had died while leaning against the wheel; his son fell to the side with a pool of blood on his chest, and it was obvious that he was not going to survive; and his mother, the petite lady, fell on the sidewalk, a revolver bullet pierced her neck, and she was not yet dead, but she pointed in the direction of her child.

Du Lin knelt beside her and saw the pleading in her eyes. Out of respect for a mother, he gave her a treatment and then ran to her son.

The boy was hit by a shotgun shell in the chest and is dead as hell.

Du Lin turned his head and found that the lady's hands were limply placed on the street, an anxious expression frozen on her face, and she had already passed away.

Mrs. Salin, who came over, choked up and hugged Mrs. Irving. She seemed to know her.

Du Lin turned his head to look in the direction Gintama had left, and finally, he sat down on the edge of a nearby flower bed. A killer isn't a butcher, nor is he a psychopathic murderer. Killing is based on timeliness and principle—killing the target is their job; killing anyone outside of their target is unnecessary.

And now, a mother who loved her child died in front of him, which made Du Lin a little sad - he saw the last tenderness in her eyes, which was the most ordinary and greatest emotion of a mother.

It’s a pity that everything is over. Someone really wants to kill the Alvin family.

Kel'tsit stayed with her master, silently walking until a car pulled up nearby. The shrill sound of brakes made Durin look up, just in time to see Fisher and his men jump out of the car.

It's you again.

Du Lin sighed.

It’s really curious what kind of secrets the Alvin family has.

………………

Fisher was also sighing, because the head of the secret police discovered that whenever someone from the Irvin family got into trouble recently, this little guy named Dulin would appear at the crime scene as if possessed by some mysterious force.

Then he discovered that the crime scene was right at the entrance of the college where this little guy studied. Fisher felt that if this guy was not there, then there would be a real problem - how could a curious creature like a prairie elf who had nothing better to do not go out to watch the fun?

As for the suspicion - there are hundreds of students in this college, and there are a similar number of shop assistants, store managers, passers-by and residents across the street who saw Du Lin running out of the college gate after the assassination was completed.

If Du Lin is really to be suspected, then this should be the most refuted false accusation in history.

After hearing what Du Lin had to say, he couldn't help but take out a cigarette and looked at Mrs. Salin. Old Ish's mistress had stopped crying and told him the other side of the story like a true teacher: "Carl Irvin just transferred to our school today. He and Du Lin had a Keynesian duel."

Fisher was stunned, and then he seemed to have heard the funniest joke of the year: "Then why did he die here?"

The implication is that Bell should have died in school, not here.

After all, the average 35% mortality rate of the Keynesian Duel Method is no joke. The younger the duelists are, the greater the probability of death in the Keynesian Duel Method.

"I only cast a burst of wild laughter." Du Lin said as he signed his name in the witness column.

This made Fisher sigh. He reached out to take the bullet casing collected by the Investigation Department. Like before, it was a bullet fired from the military revolver of the Eastern Elf Territory. This 10mm revolver had very good lethality and ballistics. A mortal would basically be dead if hit by one or two bullets on the body.

"By the way, boss, we also collected five shotgun shells this time." The subordinate from the investigation department took out another shell bag.

Fisher took the bag, pulled out the cartridge cases, and examined the position of the primer. The cross-shaped mark left by the firing pin impact—the standard firing pin of a Durling 11 shotgun—made Fisher sigh again. He took out the cartridge cases and handed them to Durling. "Young man, these are the bullets fired from your gun."

"..." Du Lin took out two bullet shells and examined them, then shook his head: "I made guns for innocent people to protect themselves. I didn't expect that a madman would use it to kill people, and I can't stop it."

Fisher nodded and put away the shell - just like what Du Lin said, if this thing could be blamed on him, then every blacksmith and weapon shop owner in the history of the world should have died a thousand times.

He, the grandson of a blacksmith, should not live in this world.

"Investigate it again carefully and don't miss anything." After saying this, Fisher took out a lighter from his pocket. He was very curious.

Why would those young people find Carol Irvin and his family and take action so quickly?

Did someone in this academy inform the assassin?
Fisher was shocked by this speculation because he had heard that the Palace of Worship was selecting talents from the Art Academy to make a documentary for His Majesty.

But soon, he calmed down again.

These young Northernists seem to be solely responsible for purging the traitorous families.

That's all right then, isn't it?

Whether it is killing traitors or reducing the power of the nobles, everyone has the same goal and it coincides with each other.

(End of this chapter)