Durin's Diary

Chapter 231 No Matter
Du Lin got up early in the morning and left the room. He went downstairs and stood at the door waiting for the newsboys to deliver the newspapers.

Soon, the first newsboy arrived.

The front page of the Farol Revolution Herald said in large black letters what Dulin least wanted to see.

At 46: this morning, Roy Corleone, loyalist Northern Zone secretary, was assassinated on a train at the age of .

Du Lin took a deep breath. He was doubting this world. It was normal for some people to regard faith and belief as more important than life. Some people were just so crazy and noble.

But why are these people the ones who died, while those who really should have died did not die?

Putting the newspaper in front of Mrs. Lin's desk, Du Lin sat on the guest chair, lit a cigarette for himself and pointed at the newspaper: "Madam, can you help me find out who killed him?"

"No problem, but it will take time. The incident took place in Sidney United. I need to contact local acquaintances. This kind of assassination will definitely leave clues, and I believe the Sidney police will not be blamed for this." Mrs. Lin lowered her brows. "Excuse me, I need time."

"I understand." Du Lin nodded. He knew this very well. The problem now was to find the person.

There is a saying in the assassin world: If you have the life to make money, you must have the life to spend it.

Dulin wants to use the blood of the murderer's family to warn anyone who attempts to continue to harm the Corleone family.

Even if there is only one Turin left in the Corleone family, anyone who harms the Corleone family will be destroyed.

Once the mastermind behind the murder is discovered, Du Lin will make his life miserable.

die?

To the murderer, it was a mercy to him.

But Du Lin is not good at showing mercy to others.

The old assassin is only good at making people die and live in pain, from which they can never escape.

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After climbing into the cordoned area of ​​Sulem Forest Farm, Royce Haze came to the side of Inspector Melissa.

"The retrospective mage has confirmed that the killer is a Crimson Society raider. Eleven of them arrived, but only two escaped alive. They've already recorded the footage, and they're confirming the attacker's identity. Duke Elsh is currently in the city." At this point, Chief Inspector Melissa glanced at Royce and asked, "Where's your henchman?"

"I rolled down the stairs while chasing a thief yesterday. The doctor said it would be best for him not to move for a month." After saying that, Royce looked towards the door of the carriage.

A young man in a gray suit leaned against the wall of the carriage. He had only fired three shots from his revolver. Beside him lay a man in a black robe, a member of the Crimson Society.

Three crossbow arrows were nailed into his chest, and his left eye turned into an endless blood hole. Through this hole, he could see the scenery behind him.

The damage caused by the heavy rapier is such that there are at least seven masters in the Crimson Society who can kill people with such a heavy rapier. They can even deflect bullets with the rapier in one hand.

"Come with me, old dog," Melissa said, climbing the ladder.

Royce offered a hand to help, then climbed onto the carriage.

Entering the corridor, two more men in black robes lay on the ground. Their blood was almost completely smeared on the carriage floor. Not far away, a young man in a gray suit was nailed to the wall with a dagger.

A sawed-off shotgun lay at his feet. A bomb hung from his chest, but the fuse had been severed.

Walking deeper into the carriage, Melissa stopped in front of the bodies where they were struggling and eventually stabbed each other with daggers.

"Are there such young people in our Sulem Forest Farm?" Melissa asked without turning her head.

"Two gold soles a month, what can you expect young people to fight with? This is the Crimson Society. You'd better call the special operations team, Inspector." Royce sighed as he looked at the young man with anger frozen on his face.

"But they couldn't even get a single silver soli, yet they fought for their secretary to the bitter end. Sulem Forest Farm calls itself the Emperor's hounds, but we feel inferior to these young men. It's truly shameful." Melissa glanced at the nearby area, where a young man's neck had been slashed by a heavy rapier, his aorta bleeding staining the corridor red. His left hand clutched the wound, his right gripping a sawed-off shotgun. Beside him lay three black-robed men, completely unprepared for the close-range attack. His death was well-deserved.

Everyone here fought to the last breath.

Further back was a damaged carriage where an explosion had occurred, and the area was covered in blood and flesh.

Walking through the sea of ​​coagulated blood, Melissa looked at the middle-aged man leaning against the tailgate of the car.

Royce knelt on one knee on the ground, stretched out his hand, and drew the holy emblem of the original creator on his chest.

"I never knew you believed in the Prime Creator."

"The idiots in the Background Investigations Division have been sitting there doing nothing but eating their fill. Even the Director believes me when I say that. Do you believe me?"

"I believe it, I do." Melissa said as she lit a cigarette for herself.

It was given to her by the kid Du Lin. It is a herbal cigarette that can treat lung injuries. Everyone who has used it says it is good.

Royce looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. His body was covered with wounds. His opponent was much stronger than him. His subordinates fought desperately to create a chance for him to escape, but he was covered with wounds. Blood coagulated into an abstract sea under his body, but he never thought of opening the car door behind him.

"Inspector, as of today, the Corleone Family has had eight secretaries, three night watchmen, and one secret keeper... and perhaps there will be more in the future."

"There will definitely be more. Many more people will die because of his death. Let the retrospective mages hurry up and find the real culprit. The Duke of Ai Ersh may not kill us, but our majesty will definitely kick us out of the forest. I remember how long it will take for you to retire."

"Two years, seven months, and nineteen days. If I don't have my pension, I'm screwed." Royce stood up.

He and she heard someone calling them.

When they got off the train, they saw a child with red eyes.

"Mr. Du Lin." Chief Inspector Melissa spoke first.

"No, it's Mr. Poole Corleone, Mr. Roy's eldest son." The police officer who brought the child over corrected with embarrassment.

"My brother and I look pretty much alike." The child then looked toward the carriage and said, "My father... is he in there?"

"Yes, please don't go there no matter what. Your father...he died in the war." Royce said as he reached out and lifted Poole's hand and placed it on his forehead.

Melissa glanced at the police officer, who nodded and walked away as if he had seen nothing.

"That's good. My father told me that as a Corleone boy, I should not be afraid of hardships, sufferings or darkness, and I should not be a coward." When he said this, the big boy burst into tears.

Melissa thought of her distant relative, who was said to be dead.

And now, the father of this child is also dead.

It is normal for people to die when there is a conflict of ideas.

But why were they the ones who died?

Why do those who should die not die? They live to a ripe old age and enjoy long and blessed lives.

But these young people, their superiors, and their good relatives who should have lived a good life died like this.

She looked at the old detective in front of her. The old man looked a little lost today.

This is really unlike you, Comrade Royce, who is determined to live a life of idleness and wait for death.

(End of this chapter)