Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 439 Sixteen. Last Lesson

  The noisy casino, people gathered around the gaming table and shouted something.

   They consciously avoided a pool of fresh blood extending outward in front of the door. But people started passing by after a casino thug came over with a bucket and mop to wipe off the blood.

   A strange face walks into the casino. There have been many new faces recently, and the thugs at the door just stayed on his face for a short time, and ignored them after confirming that they were not the guys from the inspection team.

  Like other gamblers, this gloomy figure exchanged chips, but only a few shillings. He turned around and walked to a gaming table, and threw 1 shilling chip on the gaming table and bet big.

   Neither the figure nor the chips can attract the attention of others, just like most of the people at the gaming table.

   Soon, the dice box was opened, and the value of the three dice was small.

The    figure lost 1 shilling.

   At this moment, in the shadows of the corner of the casino. The bald-headed man's voice sounded beside the flickering pipe, and was washed away by the surrounding noise.

   "Recently, there have been more stunners like this... It will make the residents of the Li District doubt the credibility of the casino..."

  The strong bald man is talking to the owner of the pipe, but the sound of the owner of the pipe is not enough to break through the noisy cage.

   But at a certain moment, there was a brief moment of silence in the casino, and the words of the owner of the pipe became clear.

   "The poor come back. What they fear is not death, but poverty."

At the same time as the    voice fell, a familiar exclamation erupted in front of the gaming table in the distance.

   "Go and see how-"

The    hustle and bustle made a comeback, and the conversation was drowned out again.

  The bald-headed strong man walked out of the shadow, and before he got close, his subordinates already told him what happened.

   Another outsider guessed the kill.

   said that, and looked at the thug who was squatting beside the door with schadenfreude—he was about to mop the floor again.

   But maybe this unlucky lucky guy isn't as stupid as he was...probably.

  The center of the hustle and bustle—the guy who made thousands of shillings from the poker table was surprisingly calm. If it wasn't for his ordinary sackcloth clothes, and his skin not sickly pale, people would think he was some nobleman or a rich man who came to play.

After exclaiming   , people consciously got out of the way, and looked at the man with blank eyes to exchange the chips.

  Everyone present knew what was coming.

   But most people don't say anything.

  Because what he took was the money of the inner district and everyone's money.

   It was as if it had been agreed that when the man walked to the door, he was blocked by the bald-headed strong man with his subordinates.

   "Someone said that they saw you steal the chips, we want to confirm." The bald man replied lazily.

   Everything seems to be a replica of ten minutes ago.

   "Which guest?" the man asked in confusion.

   The bald-headed strong man looked playfully: "I don't think we will give you a chance to remember that person. In short, let us search your clothes and everything will be clear."

   "Of course." The man nodded.

   "Uncle Klein, your lunch!"

   At this moment, in the back row near the door, a middle-aged man with a stubble beard was startled by the sudden shouting of the child, and took the lunch box wrapped in cloth angrily.

   The little boy shyly raised his head and stared at the middle-aged man until he had to wave his hand away: "No tip for you today, two **** out-of-towners almost stole all our money!"

   "Okay, I wish you a lucky day." The little boy pursed his lips, and suddenly heard a fierce voice from inside the human wall: "Maybe it was swallowed."

what happened?

   The little boy looked around on tiptoes subconsciously, but he was too short, he could only see rows of trousers, and one had a big hole!

   The little boy finally came up with a solution: he squatted down, and through his legs, he could vaguely see what was going on inside.

   "You want to go to the hut with me to check?"

   He saw a man and said, for some reason, that man made him feel very uncomfortable.

   And he seems to see himself, but how is this possible? He didn't look at it again, and squatted behind the crowd again.

   "I have better attention." The fierce bald guy on the opposite side said: "Open your stomach."

   The little boy blinked, and suddenly, his ear was lifted by a rough hand: "I didn't go to school and came here!"

   The little boy who was trying to struggle heard a familiar voice, and quickly begged for mercy: "Aunt Susan! I'm just here to deliver food to Uncle Claire!"

   "Hmph... I don't care why, hurry up and leave with me." The little boy was carried down the steps of the casino by the ears of the strong and fierce Aunt Susan. The man inside was saying, "I also have a better mind..."

   What happened after that, the little boy couldn't see or hear.

   Being carried by his ears and walking out dozens of meters, the little boy suddenly broke free when Aunt Susan was unprepared, and ran to the school not far from here with his backpack.

Approaching the school, the little boy slowed his pace, lowered his head to straighten his wrinkled clothes, smoothed his hair that was blown by the wind, and tried his best to look clean and tidy. A log cabin of any distinction.

  The little boy came a little late, and his classmates were already sitting upright behind the tattered desk with respect for the classroom.

   Returning to his seat, he noticed a line of words written on the blackboard.

  【Last Lesson】

   "What does this mean?" the little boy whispered to little John next to him.

   "Mr. Fardwin said today is the last class at school... It won't be held in the future."

"why!"

   The little boy shouted subconsciously, breaking the silence in the classroom.

   Before little John could say anything, Mr. Fadwen, the teacher of this school, walked in. He was still wearing his white-washed shirt and linen trousers.

   "Then everyone already knows."

   Mr. Fadwin sighed as he looked at the students who were much quieter than usual.

   "All facilities not related to production and operations will be closed tomorrow, and today is our last class."

   murmurs and sobbing rang out among the dozen or so students.

   Mr. Fadwen wanted to say something, but several figures suddenly appeared outside the door and called him over.

   Indistinctly, Mr. Fadwin's voice entered the classroom.

   "Can't let me go first... Is the situation so bad? No I can't go, there are still my students here... But I haven't had time to say goodbye... Okay, thank you."

   A few minutes later, Mr. Fardwin returned, his face much older.

   "Teacher, will you stay?" the little boy couldn't help standing up and asked.

   Those cloudy dark blue eyes didn't dare to look at the little boy, Mr. Fadwin said, "I'm sorry, this class is over, the school will be closed soon, go back and tell your parents."

  Suddenly, the distant ringing of the church bell came from outside the window. Mr. Fadwin's face turned pale, turned to face the blackboard, and waved to the children without looking back.

   "School is over, let's go."

   (end of this chapter)