From Prisoner to Si Chen

After sending the thank-you gift, Miss Sparrow hurriedly said goodbye and left.

Everyone just thought that she was worried about being discovered by the police station and didn't dare to stay outside for too long, so they didn't care.

After she left, Mr. Oystercatcher also did not stay long, saying that the clinic had many cases to deal with today. However, Miss Seagull did not leave. She called Gillan, sat on the sofa, and took out a long aluminum box from the satchel at hand.

"Mr. Snow Owl, these are the two 'mercury batteries' you entrusted me to acquire."

She placed the box on the coffee table and opened it, revealing two silver cubes the size of apples inside.

When Jilan saw this, he felt happy.

He picked up the two "mercury batteries" and checked them. After confirming that they were correct, he took out his wallet, took out 21 "10" Caesars, and handed them to Miss Seagull.

"Thank you, you helped me a lot, Miss Seagull."

Jilan said solemnly.

Miss Seagull's beautiful eyes were wandering, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

She took the stack of gold foil banknotes, said you're welcome, and then said with a smile:

"Just say thank you? Nothing else?"

"Other...what?" Jilan was puzzled.

"Why don't you buy me a drink and watch a movie with me?"

Miss Seagull smiled, pushed her hair behind her ears, held her chin with one hand, stared at Gillan and asked with interest.

Ji Lan was slightly startled.

"Whatever Miss Seagull wants to drink, I asked old Jerry to help buy it. As for the movie..." He said, and couldn't help but think of the time when the other party hid in the utility room and watched a movie that night. "How about forget it."

Miss Seagull's smile faltered.

She seemed to remember what happened that night, her cheeks suddenly turned red, and even spread to her ears, feeling embarrassed, ashamed and angry.

"Just watching an ordinary movie!" Miss Seagull said angrily, and suddenly felt that her explanation seemed redundant, so she stood up, grabbed her satchel and walked towards the door as if she was running away, leaving a sentence at the same time:

"Oh, a man who doesn't understand the charm..."

Until I walked out of the apartment door.

Miss Seagull, who was standing at the door, stopped and felt the cool breeze blowing in her face, feeling mixed emotions.

She put her hand on her fair and tender left cheek and recalled that she used the name of her father, Councilor Farid Beri, to put pressure on the Ministry of Engineering. After getting two mercury batteries, her father gave her one in public. slap.

"Aleviya! How many times has this happened?! Can you learn from it? Why do you always disobey me and always fool around outside, using my name to cause trouble everywhere!"

Her father's serious and angry voice still echoed in her ears.

"Don't forget, you are still engaged to Congressman Eric's son. Don't cause any more bad reputation. If this thing gets messed up, get out and work in the cleaning department!"

Miss Seagull's face grew colder, she gritted her teeth and took steps forward in a depressed mood.

The tall and graceful figure gradually blended into the crowd on the street.

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No. 18, 2nd block, Horst.

In the Lewis family's single-family apartment, the atmosphere in the living room on the first floor was quite depressing.

A white-haired old man in a high-end black suit was sitting on the sofa with an expressionless face. Opposite him were four young men and women standing upright. They lowered their heads and dared not speak.

In the silent living room, there seemed to be an invisible and intangible icy air flowing through the room, which made the four direct descendants of the Lewis family feel shivers down their spines.

Finally, the old man spoke:

"A distinguished guest from the capital is coming soon. You should receive him politely first, and then deal with Kurt's matter after this matter is over..."

His voice was indifferent and low, with a majesty that could not be disobeyed.

"As for Kurt's funeral, it will be held tomorrow evening, when night falls, and Pa will be in charge of the whole process... Remember to go to the 'Chamber of Commerce Branch' in Braque City to register your brother's death certificate, and then ask for it again I hope that the church’s pastors and church officials will help conduct the funeral, and the order must not be wrong.”

"Yes, father." Pa lowered his head and said solemnly.

Leighton Lewis lowered his eyes, crossed his fingers into fists, and recited like a prayer:

"Shen 'Ms. Snow', who symbolizes September, is also the 'goddess of justice'. His scales will weigh everything in the world. The Louis family is his most devout believer. Although Curt Louis has passed away, there will be reciprocity. Something...I hope it will be the death of his murderer."

After the old man finished speaking, he closed his eyes and said again:

"Exchange of equal value, praise the God of Salt."

The four direct descendants of the Lewis family also crossed their fingers into fists, closed their eyes, and prayed in unison: "Exchange of equal value, praise the God of Salt."

The living room was silent for more than ten seconds again.

Only then did Layton loosen his fingers and raise his head.

It was at this time that the sound of the iron gate opening was heard outside the apartment, accompanied by the sound of a carriage bell ringing.

Not long after, a middle-aged man who looked like a butler strode over and whispered in Layton's ear.

"Follow me to greet the distinguished guests." Leiton nodded and said to his children.

"Yes, father." Four young men and women responded quickly.

Everyone walked elegantly and walked out of the apartment unhurriedly.

At a glance, he saw a rectangular covered carriage parked in the yard. The door was opened from the inside, and a tall and thin middle-aged man walked out holding a short top hat, stooping and stepping on the carved metal pedals.

This man had gray hair and was wearing a close-fitting black tuxedo with red edges. The collar was tied with a bow, and the cuffs were made of thick white patterned cloth and decorated with horn buttons.

He was carrying a curved black oak cane and walking on thick-soled leather shoes.

Mr. Leighton showed a rare smile, stepped forward to greet him, took off his hat and stretched out his hand:

"Mr. Charles, welcome to Brak City. I would like to welcome you on behalf of the Louis family."

"It's been many years, Mr. Layton."

The middle-aged man also took off his hat, smiled and stretched out his hand to shake Leighton's hand.

"Please come inside, I'll ask the servants to prepare meals and tea for you in advance."

Layton raised his hand in vain.

"Thank you." The distinguished guest named Charles smiled and thanked him.

Immediately, a group of people entered the apartment.

After a while of greetings, Layton and Charles sat opposite each other on the sofa in the living room, while the four direct children of the Lewis family stood behind their father and remained polite and quiet.

"How is the old earl?" Leighton poured tea for the distinguished guest with his own hands and asked casually.

"Mr. Earl Maxwell is very healthy, but now he has retired to recuperate in his old age. The Farhan family is now headed by Mr. Ramon..."

Ciel took the tea cup and thanked him quietly.

"Mr. Ramon Farhan is a respectable figure. I remember when I was still in the capital, I often heard news about him and his brother. The two brothers were also known as the upstart twin stars of 'Muse Siti'... Mr. Ramon will definitely inherit the mantle of the old count and lead the Farhan family to new glory."

Layton complimented politely.

But he felt confused inside.

Because the Farhan family is a count family, it naturally follows the empire's tradition of primogeniture, but Ramon Farhan is not the eldest son, but the second son of the old count.

Now that Ramon is in charge of the Farhan family, Layton is a little surprised.

But these messages all come from the mouth of the third-generation butler of the legendary family, "Shar Farhan", and they are definitely not false.

"Alas, Mr. Ramon's brother, Mr. Walter, passed away due to an old illness the year before last."

Ciel sighed sadly.

Leiton was startled and thought to himself that it was no wonder. At the same time, his face showed sadness and he apologized:

"Feel sorry."

Ciel regained his composure and waved his hand.

As a former high-level executive of the Capital Chamber of Commerce, Layton naturally had extremely high emotional intelligence. He quickly changed the subject and talked with Ciel about some of the recent major events in the capital.

This included tensions between the Bremen Empire and the Owena Confederation.

"It is difficult to judge whether the war has really started, but Mr. Ramon and the top people in the capital have a consensus, that is, the Federation may not be bluffing this time... and the Imperial Military Department has also been prepared early, if the Federation unilaterally tears up the agreement , and if they start a war without permission, they will also pay a heavy price."

Ciel said calmly while drinking tea.

Layton nodded. He also heard this information through the secret channels of the Chamber of Commerce.

"Mr. Charles, the current situation between the two countries is unclear, and Brak City is located in the forest area on the border of the empire. Why do you have to travel thousands of miles to come here? It is really risky." He asked.

Charles hesitated for a moment and then answered in a deep voice:

"To be honest, Mr. Layton, I came to visit you when I first arrived in Brak City. It's not just to reminisce about old times, but I also want to use the power of the Lewis family to do a little favor."

"Help?" A smile appeared on Layton's wrinkled face. "Of course there is no problem. I have always admired the old count. If there is anything I can do to help, I will do my best."

Charles nodded and took out a quick-developing photo from the lining pocket of his tuxedo.

He handed the photo to Layton and said solemnly:

"Please also ask Mr. Layton to help me find this person."

Layton took the photo and saw a young man with blond hair, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Then Ciel's voice sounded in my ears:

"His name is 'Guilan Iros' and he is currently wanted by the police. I hope Mr. Layton can find him before the police do."