"Master Carlo, let me ask you again... Are you sure no one has gone down there?"

A chubby middle-aged police chief pointed to the ditch, and asked old Carlo seriously again: "Last night, our straightening personnel found footprints here—"

"Not really, Sheriff

Carlo shook his head: "I've been watching. Ever since some workers found the body, they came to inform me. Then I asked them to seal this place, and no one was allowed to go down until you came... what else? Is it

"Could someone sneak down?"

Year p, the sheriff asked again unwillingly.

He was very upset in his heart—the footprints were so distinct, someone must have sneaked down and touched the corpse. But Carlo Grimaldi did not cooperate with his investigation at all, just a cold attitude of "Have you checked it out? Can you leave? Can you leave now?" However, he couldn't say much. Because he is just an ordinary police chief who has just been promoted... And Carlo's brother, Messer Grimaldi, is the police chief of their police station. Although in terms of relationship, the other party is only half a level higher than him. But the other party happened to be his immediate boss...

Why is that old Messer still not dead?

The sheriff sighed, brow furrowed.

He could see it. Messer sent Zi 2 here on purpose.

There are a total of 17 corpses here, including the Viscountess Grieve who disappeared three months ago, and the famous explorer and gourmet writer Zhili Dun who disappeared last year...these two are all and these 17 corpses The dead eyes gouged out and intertwined with each other can satisfy the curiosity-seeking psychology of the boring people, and the attention it has attracted will certainly not disappear within a few days. According to the formal case-solving process, he should lock up all the relevant people and question them one by one. At the same time, investigators were sent to carry out a blanket search... But this kind of serious case over the years is definitely not something that can be solved by this method. Therefore, Mr. Sheriff's wealth and life are already in Messer's hands. If he locks Carlo up forcibly... It would be nice if he could get something straight out, it would be a great achievement, and he could even tear Messer off. But if he can't get straight, Messer will definitely use himself as a question, throw the responsibility that cannot be solved in this county case on himself, and take the opportunity to fish Carlo out.

Just say that I and a few police officers foolishly destroyed important clues and so on... This can't deal with big people, but it's enough to fool the masses.

In this way he became Maisel's shield. Even if the director has to bear the responsibility, it will never be too much, so now he dare not investigate Carlo at all, he must give Messer a face. And because he had never imprisoned Carlo, Messer did not dare to transfer someone directly to the higher authorities. After all, if a Zhicha is transferred, life will be difficult for him and the director. Naturally, he was going to be blamed for the lack of supervision, but since Carlo, who was the main responsible person at the time, hadn't been straightened out, Messer had no way to get him out at that time. Even if Carlo has nothing to do with this incident, if something else comes out by the way, it’s okay to send him in. So he doesn’t touch Carlo now, or even investigate the workers. time. If the case can be dragged out for a month and no similar incidents will occur during this period, then this case can be changed from a "serial murder case" to an old case with a vicious influence." As long as the murderer can understand the seriousness of the problem, Rain... They can also touch the fish and play it down.

"So Mr. Sheriff, can we continue construction here?

Carlo once again reminded lukewarmly: "You have already transported all the corpses away, and it is time for us to work... If you need, I can have someone dig that piece of soil for you and bring it to you." Go." That's it.

The cellar chief sighed, and chose to be on the safe side:

"You can go to my brother Messer first. I think he will give you some new directions for investigation." But in the ears of the sheriff, the words were almost mocking. He gritted his teeth and gave up on entanglement with Carlo. It's just that I respect the old man's virtue - he advised himself in his heart.

After the sheriff left, Carlo frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy.

He just lied.

Because old Carlo knew whose footprints belonged to...it was his own.

Of course, these corpses really had nothing to do with him. It's just that he had just buried a crystal ball nearby. These thumb-sized crystal **** are very magical because of Francesco's order. He's going to build this stupid boy's underground railroad. Because it won't work if you don't do it. The two brothers had already sold their lives to the Pazzi family long before their prosperity.

They used the Pazzi family's money to study the books, and the jobs they found later also used the Pazzi family's connections. It can be said that these lunatics spent a lot of money to lift them to this position with their talents and natural backgrounds.

The Patsys have been doing this for forty years. There are many people like them... Some of them feel that their wings are hardened, so they want to go out and do it alone.

Without exception, they "unfortunately encountered an accident" or "weirdly disappeared". It was... And this was also agreed, because the positions of those corpses were exactly the same as the crystal ball that went down in one of him!

So Luo Hu panicked. He was worried that these crystal **** would be discovered by the police, and after being straightened, his master would be drawn out. So after the crowd was dispersed, he sneaked down alone and began to search for the crystal ball. But what confuses him is. Those crystal **** that looked like crystals and bones seemed to have melted, no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find them. So he had to get out again. Maybe the crystal ball is deeper underground. Carlo thought so.

Since the Patsys would let him build the subways, maybe they would sink to their place under the blueprints. But here comes the question again...how did it get through the ground and the bodies?

Carlo was contemplating, urging the workers to continue working with a straight face

However, he didn't notice that a man wearing a long windbreaker and a hood appeared not far behind him at some point, and walked slowly towards him. It was as if he didn't exist in this world, and no one noticed his existence. And the moment he passed by Carlo. Carlo's body froze immediately. As if he had caught a bad cold, his whole body began to shake violently, and he exhaled tremblingly, and the cold white mist came out of his mouth and nose, and his eyebrows and eyelashes were instantly stained with "May the roses be in the sky" Blooms on your cross, Master.

Between confusion. Carlo vaguely heard the last prayer—it was a hoarse voice, but it always made him feel a little familiar, but Carlo's thinking stopped here.

Wait until the hooded man passes by him. Carlo's body remained stiff in place, staring blankly at the front.

Because of his former severity. No one dared to look at him. It was not until three or four minutes later that the prisoner with a stupid face ran over and asked him for instructions on the next step. But when he saw Carlo's face, his whole body seemed to be hit by a hammer. The fat all over his body trembled. As soon as he fell to the ground, his face showed fear, and he screamed sharply like a young woman who had encountered wrongdoing.

I saw that Carlo's hair, eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with a layer of frost, and the eyes on his face disappeared, leaving only two deep red blood holes. Two tears of blood slid down his face. Drips from chin.