Kingdom’s Bloodline

I know.

I knew this day would come.

Ever since that verdict was handed down eleven years ago, I knew that this day would come.

I left home when I was young, gave up my family fortune, devoted myself to studying knowledge, and only wanted to live in a study until I grew up. I never imagined that I would be lucky enough to put my knowledge to use, manage the world, and benefit the people. The sunset has been so kind to me, and I have no regrets in my life.

However, personnel affairs are complicated and entangled, and it cannot be explained through study.

For more than forty years, I have been the Grand Inquisitor of the Emerald City. I have experienced wars and peace, and I dare not slack off in my actions. I dare not hide my private interests in public service. However, anxiety and pain still torment me all the time. Whenever I put down my judgment, Hammer, taking off his official robe, still couldn't help but think about it over and over:

Every time I review a case, do I thoroughly investigate the facts of the case and make no omissions?

In every trial, am I detached, neutral, and impartial?

Every time I speak, do I think clearly and explain appropriately?

Every time the hammer falls, am I worthy of my oath and original intention, not only protecting the interests of the weak, but also restraining the arrogance of the strong, upholding fairness, and not failing the law?

Have I ever misjudged a case over the years? Have you ever wronged a good person? Contributed to oppression and exploitation?

Have I ever let friendship and loyalty, hatred and anger, interests and gains and losses, cloud my judgment without me knowing it, or pretending not to?

Or is it that for many years, I have just deceived myself with my righteousness, concealed myself with my official position, intoxicated myself with power, took shelter under the law, and made excuses for my personal likes and dislikes and self-righteousness?

Is the city of dreams that Leinster and I, along with so many ambitious colleagues, we have built together, still just wishful thinking?

If so, if strife and destruction are inevitable, then is the future woven with blood and fire, conflict and death the eternal destiny of all the people in the city, and even the mortals in the world?

If this is the only way to achieve the so-called civilization and progress, then are the so-called justice, morality and law just tools that we use to unite ourselves and gather public support? Its meaning is to deceive the public, to maintain power, and to serve the rule. Its value is worse than nothing. Is its meaning clear or obscure?

So what are the differences between what we have learned and how we use it, and the spears in the hands of soldiers, and the saddles and harness on horses?

Where is the boundary between justice and public interest? Where are the people who have the authority to interpret them?

But I am old.

The thinking is no longer quick, the logic is no longer clear, the values ​​​​are gradually outdated, and even more so, there is no hope of finding answers to questions.

Only when I progress further and study deeper will I be able to finally solve my confusion and benefit the world.

All the evidence from the old cases are here, and all the strange controversies are there. Although there are thousands of threads, capable people should be able to sort them out. Even though they are intricate, a virtuous master should be able to clarify them.

But don't commit more crimes and harm innocent people.

When I left office, I was reviewing 29 posthumous cases, 15 pieces of administrative affairs, 6 unanswered official documents, and 10 letters to be read, all of which were numbered and categorized, and I left a note on each to recommend someone to take over. If there is anything wrong, please let me know. Colleagues, please be more considerate and take care of Bi Ersan.

The remaining wealth of the family includes a large house donated by the Duke of Leinster in the past, several fields, a collection of more than 13,000 books, 206 gold deposits in the Wang family bank, and 30 gold in cash.

The house and fields were returned to the Emerald City, and the books were donated to South Bank and even the Stars Have Their Own College.

(The ten-volume book "The Doctrine of the Way" was borrowed from the Dean's study of Longkiss College before I left office, and I took it with me to the stars. It has not been returned after many years. If Dean Angus Jérôme is still in office, he will also No need to pay it back.)

The money is entrusted to the eldest son and the eldest daughter respectively. My son is upright and prudent, and my daughter is decisive and vigorous. Now that we have established a family and a career, we should put aside the past grudges and work together to make things right.

The housekeepers and servants at home should be treated as before if they are retained, and treated generously if they are not used.

The gardener in the front yard is 70 years old. He met an evil master in the past and became disabled. The servant girl in the back yard is 50 years old. She was abducted when she was young and does not know her hometown. Well, you should treat her like a relative, support and provide for the elderly, and don't slack off.

When I leave, no matter what the situation is, my children, servants, students, peers, and even close friends, who have been favored by old friends, do not need to pursue any recourse, let alone seek revenge.

During my funeral, firstly, I must not inconvenience the public and waste money; secondly, I must not make unreasonable remarks about the situation and disturb the public; thirdly, I must not accept public or private condolence gifts; fourthly, I must not violate the law and hinder the governance of the city.

My body does not have a coffin, no tombstone, no niche box, it remains to be hung, no belongings are buried with it, and no gold is left to cover my eyes. I kindly ask all the ministers in Mingye to follow the old rules of the stars, cremate them into ashes, and share their wives. The niches are scattered on the south bank.

Back then, I took a boat to go to my post, and the Muhai sea was a harsh test. There were constant storms and waves on the way, and the newlyweds got seriously ill again and again. Now I ride the waves back, and the girl should return my love. The waves become songs, and the ocean currents become sampans, sending me and my first wife on a long journey home.

If you think about your children, your concubine will always be between the sea and the sky.

As for my soul, I don’t expect to see the angels of heaven, nor do I expect to find a wife or old friends. I just hope that the ferryman will be fair and fulfill his duties. Although there is no bribe in the form of funeral money, but because of my usual generosity towards others, I can sail the boat smoothly. Get to the shore quickly.

I have written thirty-one volumes and entrusted them to my students and friends. If they are useful, keep them; if they are useless, discard them.

Jade is kind to me, so I work hard to repay it. I help Iris, but he should remember Jade.

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A native of Meng'an City, a lifelong bachelor of dragon's kiss college, a citizen of Emerald City, the beloved and husband of Lenise Brennan, Johnny Brennan, leave a message

My successor, please listen to what I have to say:

You have been given great power, so you must act with caution, trembling, and vigilance day and night.

You have been given great power, so when greater power comes over you, you have the responsibility to withstand the pressure to protect the weak and defend fairness.

You have been given great power, so when you lose it, you must be persevering and decisive, and never look back. Don't be greedy, deceive yourself, and others, so that you lose your mind and fail the trust entrusted by Jade.

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After reading this special suicide note, Thales put down the letter and looked at everything in front of him:

A slightly messy desk, documents scattered on the floor, overturned seats, broken wine glasses, stained carpets - and the murder scene marked with chalk after the body was removed.

"Be careful! Step slowly and move slowly, especially the evidence that is separated by numbers. Don't disturb the scene!" Mallos' command sounded.

In the early morning, people were coming and going in Judge Brennan's residence and his former office and study. From time to time, cries and questions could be heard. That was a team of people dispatched by the Star Lake Guard. The local vigilance officer and the Emerald Guard were With the help of , carefully investigate the crime scene:

Conmuto dealt with the security officers with a smile, and comforted the children of the Brennan family who came over and cried hoarsely after hearing the news, trying to find out some information;

Glover observed the layout of the entire study and whispered to Morgan about where the murderer might have broken in;

D.D and Itarriano were lying next to the desk, flipping through the papers on it;

Paul stood in front of the broken window, squinting and looking out the window. Opposite him, Rolf stretched out his hand expressionlessly, feeling the cold wind coming from the window;

Miranda knelt on the ground intently, not missing any clues on the carpet, occasionally getting up and pacing back and forth, measuring the distance between different places.

It is said that the incident happened late at night.

As usual, Judge Brennan left a light on in his study and worked overtime to process documents. However, the gatekeeper, night watchman, gardener and servants in the mansion, including the neighbor's family living next door, all At the same time, he fell into a deep sleep, and even the housekeeper who went to remind his employer to go to sleep fainted in the corridor, still holding the tray of late night snacks in his hand.

According to the interrogation, most people inside and outside the mansion had nightmares or sweet dreams of varying degrees. The scenes in the dreams were so vivid that it was difficult to tell the truth from the false. When they woke up, some people were afraid and some were ashamed.

But when the housekeeper woke up leisurely, realized something was wrong, and called someone to open the locked door that received no answer, Judge Brennan had already collapsed in the study, losing his breath forever.

It is said that when he died, his eyes were wide open and his expression was painful. The large floor-to-ceiling window in the study was violently smashed, and the door was wide open, leaving only the cold wind.

"Violent break-ins and murders make people drowsy, and it's hard to tell the truth from false dreams." Thales frowned and turned to the broken window. The biting cold wind came and hit him directly in the face. "The evil whispers, again 'He' did it?"

The Duke spoke and the whole place fell silent.

Mallos waved his hand and gently asked the security officers and guards to take the weeping housekeeper and the children of the deceased ("He has found justice for countless people, and please, Your Highness, must find it for him.") Leave the room, leaving only the Star Lake Guards.

"It looks very similar," Miranda stood up from the ground. She nodded, knowing exactly who the person His Highness was talking about was. "It's a pity that there are no witnesses."

"Could it be someone else?" Glover turned around and asked.

Rolf by the window clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, but he only stared at Thales and flipped his hand:

[No, it’s him. 】

"How do you know?" Thales asked.

Rolf touched his heart:

【intuition. 】

Everyone looked back and forth and frowned. Miranda checked back and forth, but was still confused about the riddle between the mute and His Highness. D.D was on the other side, imitating Rolf's gestures, shaking his head from time to time, as if he had gained something.

"In any case, the body has no obvious external injuries and has been sent to the Security Department for examination. I believe the results will be available soon." added Conmuto, who is responsible for communicating with the security officer.

Thales lowered his head and looked at the letter in his hand again.

"Then what's going on with this suicide note?"

This suicide note was written casually, full of the owner's regret and sadness, relief and liberation. It is full of mysteries, but it is also thought-provoking.

Conmuto coughed:

"A few days ago, Mr. Brennan gave a key to his most trusted student, saying that he had been ill recently and would hand it over to His Highness the Prince as soon as he was unable to perform his duties."

"I?"

Thales couldn't help but be stunned:

"what?"

Commuto pointed to Brennan's desk, which was filled with countless documents:

"I was about to report to His Highness. Brennan's students came over after hearing the news. They cried and opened the safe in his study with the key. On the top were the arrangements and work handover documents after the death of the inquisitor, and personal letters. , in the middle is this suicide note, and the following..."

"Sunset, this is," D.D, who leaned in front of the desk, couldn't help but start flipping through the documents, and exclaimed as soon as he opened his mouth, "the original case file of the assassination of the Duke of South Bank!"

Everyone was shocked.

Mallos looked at Thales, who pondered for a while and nodded.

So several members of the Xinghu Guards stepped forward and carefully spread out the documents found in the safe one by one and inspected them individually.

"Be careful, these papers are quite old." Mallos picked up a scroll and reminded everyone.

"But it's still well preserved." Glover spread out a document.

Everyone was at a loss, assigning tasks and reading documents under the command of Mallos. For a while, they could only hear the sound of pages turning and scrolls rolling.

Only Thales was sitting there, repeatedly reading the suicide note left by the Grand Inquisitor, his face unchanged, but his mood was complicated.

[The evidence from the old case... is complicated, but a virtuous person should be able to clarify it...]

Thales held the letter tightly, and from the characters shown in the text, he recalled old Brennan's voice and smile, as well as the brief but profound impression he had when he first arrived in the Emerald City.

As the most respected old judge in Emerald City, he left these things to me, the most critical key to the current political storm in Emerald City.

An outsider who has nothing to do with the Emerald City and may even have evil intentions towards it.

Why?

Thales' eyes were dazed, and he gradually fell into a trance.

After a few minutes, Miranda broke the silence.

"So, Brennan was one of the presiding judges that year, responsible for Viscount Sonar's brother-murder case."

Toledo flipped through the documents one by one, his expression becoming more and more suspicious:

"And these documents include the attendance sheet, case records, and investigation logs of the Security Department... as well as arraignment archives, exhibits and testimonies, case closing reports... the court documents sent to the trial hall, the judges' discussion records, and There are all the documents exchanged in Kongming Palace, even the weather and harvest records of the Emerald City, land transactions and asset records..."

"Exactly what we need to investigate old cases now." Mallos looked at Thales thoughtfully.

Everyone looked at each other with mixed emotions.

"Some are transcripts and copies for archives, and some may even be originals." Herald Toledo carefully inspected the paper, handwriting, and seal of each document. "This judge, he violated the rules and took these things." Put it in your safe and keep it privately for more than ten years? "

"Why?"

"Like that defense attorney Srimani," Glover said with emotion, "After the incident in Emerald City, Brennan had a hunch that it would be his turn, so he made preparations in advance."

"Far earlier than Slimani," Miranda added, "these documents are from more than ten years ago... When Sona committed suicide, as soon as the case was concluded, Brennan knew that one day someone would come to his door. Come, look up the old cases, and prepare for a rainy day."

D.D scratched his chin.

"So, when Viscount Sonar was convicted of brother-killing... was there really a problem?"

"He is the seventh one - Lausanne II followed the list and found them one by one," Miranda confirmed, "This matter is far from over."

"That damn Bloody Iris, who is called Federico or Federake?" Morgan said fiercely, "Lausanne II belongs to him. This must have been his instigation. Even if he is imprisoned - go back and beat him up." He knew it right away!"

"What if someone else instigated it," Paul, who was silent, suddenly said, "Be aware that Federico is just a pawn."

Everyone froze.

"enough."

Mallos laid down a witness document:

"Guard Officer Conmuto, tell the Security Department that these are important evidences for Your Highness's arbitration. We will pack them all up and take them away. We will take a closer look when we return to the palace and we must not let go of every clue."

Thales listened to their inferences, looked at the suicide note in his hand, and frowned more and more.

Dong Dong Dong - Rolf knocked on the table, attracting everyone's attention.

Glover came over, followed Rolf's fingers, took out another bundle of documents from the safe, and spread it on the table: "It's not just the case records, Your Highness, look at what he left on the upper floor of the safe."

"What's this?"

D.D came over and picked up the top few letters.

"Oh, this is a love letter he wrote to his wife when he was young. It's a thick stack, touching and disgusting. Ah, it's so good."

Doyle smiled complicatedly and immediately looked at the next few letters:

"There is also the letter of renunciation written by his father. It seems that someone is not getting along with his family. He has left his huge ancestral property aside and left home. The reprimand letter from the dean of the college seems to be a sign of reprimand to Brennan. Helping students protest against the punishment of oppression in the Dragon Kiss College system, ah, it seems that he can't get along with his boss... There are also thank-you letters from the students, um, at least he is very kind to the juniors... Of course, the most important thing is, oh, here!"

D.D paused and showed a stack of letters to everyone.

"These are the letters that the Duke of Leinster wrote to Brennan when he was still studying at Dragon's Kiss College in the Principality of Anrenzo?" Miranda opened one of them.

"Almost every letter contains intense discussions between the old Duke and him, back and forth, involving history and current affairs, law and jurisprudence, city construction and governance systems, talking about everything, and at the end of each letter The old Duke expressed his sincere greetings and sincerely invited Brennan to take up a post in the Emerald City. "

Paul opened letter after letter, read them hastily, and passed them on to the next person:

"Looking at the date, it should have lasted several years."

"So, unable to resist the kindness, Brennan was moved and set off for the Emerald City." Glover took one of the long letters and worked with everyone to reconstruct the life trajectory of the murdered judge.

"Oh, I would be willing to change jobs with a high salary. I work less and earn more, but I'm still respected." D.D sighed, and then reacted to the strange looks from everyone. His face turned pale, and he waved his hands to deny it. "Well, I can't." It’s not about me, Your Highness, I am very satisfied with my current job! Your leadership is good, and Xinghu Castle is comfortable and pleasant...I was talking about this old inquisitor just now..."

But Taylor's attention was entirely on Brennan's suicide note and ignored his excuse. Rolf patted another bundle of letters into D.D's arms and held them together with his lengthy explanation.

At this time, Miranda, who was reading the letter, suddenly said:

"And even when he arrived in the Emerald City, his correspondence with the old Duke never stopped, and his tone was the same as that of a close friend for many years."

"Everyone, look, this is Brennan's official appointment certificate as the judge of the Emerald City. It has the old Duke's autograph and seal on it." Niexi picked up a picture frame in surprise, which contained a neat and gorgeous page of documents. , stamped with a conspicuous fleur-de-lis seal, "it seems that he valued it very much, framed it, and carefully preserved it over the years."

"The greatest blessing in life is to meet a close friend to be useful," Paul sighed, "and he has taken advantage of both."

"Not entirely," Niexizai held the frame carefully and studied every line on it. "The old Duke is not the only one who signed the appointment letter, there are also others at the bottom."

Following his finger, everyone came closer to take a look:

"Viscount of Gonghai City, Sona Kevindir?"

Nixi nodded, feeling proud.

"So, Brennan's appointment was approved by Sona, and they have a good relationship?" D.D scratched his chin, wondering how much His Highness had taken into account what he had just said about "high-paying job-hopping."

"Quite the opposite."

Everyone turned around and Miranda showed the two letters in her hand and handed them to everyone.

"Looking at these two letters, it seems that Brennan once worked with Viscount Sonar and cooperated in the trial of a peasant riot case..."

"Uprisings, riots," Morgan muttered, "Before the Year of Blood, the kingdom was full of uprisings."

Miranda glanced at him and continued: "It seems that Sona insisted on sending all the prisoners to the gallows as a warning, while Brennan advocated that the accomplices should not be punished and the principal offenders should be exiled. The two sides argued and opposed each other, which almost affected the development of the Emerald City. political operations.”

D.D took the letter and frowned while reading:

"And the old Duke criticized Brennan in a rare and severe way... He said that Viscount Sonar was neither ruthlessly disregarding human life nor ruthless and indifferent to the people, but that extraordinary methods had to be used in extraordinary times... He also told Brennan not to say anything else.' "If Sona takes power, there will be a big disaster on the South Bank..." He will also reprimand his younger brother, let him know more about the sufferings of the people, and respect the authority and professionalism of the Grand Inquisitor..."

"We are not close friends. As a foreigner who has traveled thousands of miles to serve, he dares to criticize the Lord's biological brother. This Brennan is really good." Paul thought thoughtfully.

"Not only is he kind," Mallos said with rare emotion, "He is also loyal."

Miranda picked up the third letter:

"In the end, it seems that the old Duke gave in and gave the order, imprisoning the principal in the Bone Prison, and fined and sentenced the accomplices, forcing the two of them to compromise and get back together - at least on the surface."

Brennan's letters were reviewed one after another.

"So to sum up, Brennan has a deep relationship with the old Duke himself, and is even close friends, but his relationship with Sona is not good, even bad, and they often have different opinions. When they criticize each other, they need the old Duke to mediate. ”

D.D smiled sarcastically:

"And don't forget, back then, it was Brennan who was in charge of trying Sona's brother-killing case."

"Take these letters with you," Mallos said firmly. "There must be a reason why they are left here - Your Highness?"

Everyone was quiet for a while and all looked at the prince.

Thales frowned.

Originally he was troubled by the predicament in Emerald City and tried to reach a compromise with Zhan and let him go on this case in exchange for stability, but now that this case has come out...

"What's going on outside?" Thales said slowly, putting away Brennan's suicide note, "How does the entire Emerald City view this murder?"

Mallos glanced at him and hesitated to speak.

Miranda, Paul, Glover, D.D, Nishi... everyone looked at each other and did not dare to speak. Finally, Mallos coughed:

"Judge Brennan is highly respected, Your Highness, and people...are concerned."

Okay, got it.

Thales automatically filtered out the embellishments in Marius' words and sighed helplessly:

"Very good, so now the Emerald City is excited, everyone is paying attention, and everyone is in danger..."

Everyone looked at each other.

"In addition, the situation is getting worse day by day. I want to take a careless look and not pursue the old cases... it is impossible."

Let alone reaching a compromise with Zhan.

What a coincidence that it happened at this time.

Thales shook the Gurtaksa in his pocket and thought about what kind of difficult day he would have to spend. At this moment, Konmuto came back to report.

"Your Highness, the autopsy report from the Police Department is here. The preliminary judgment is: Brennan... eh, died of poisoning?"

Thales was stunned.

"What?"

Everyone was also surprised: "Take poison?"

"What kind of poison? Where is the poison?" Mallos' expression changed.

At this moment, D.D's voice suddenly sounded from across the desk, full of surprise:

"Oh my God, this is the 646 classic limited-edition wine from the Principality of Anrenzo! It was specially brewed to celebrate the wedding of the 'three beauties' of the Guest family! Ah, look at the pattern, this bottle is from the West Ersa version!”

Under everyone's surprised gazes, Doyle excitedly opened the wine bottle on the table, put his nose close to it, and sniffed the aroma of the wine intoxicatedly:

"He actually drank it secretly! Tsk tsk, considering the price of this wine on the market, you say this old man is not corrupt, but I don't believe it anyway-"

Taylor's expression suddenly changed!

call! call!

In a flash, Miranda was dexterous and rushed ahead of everyone. The figure turned over the desk in a flash and snatched the precious wine bottle from D.D's hand!

"Hey, no, I'm just going to smell-"

On the other side, Glover's figure pressed down like a hill and knocked Doyle to the ground!

"idiot!"

Miranda's face was livid, and she put the cap back into the wine bottle through her gloves, pressed it tightly, and then slammed it back on the desk!

"What, what's wrong? Is something wrong?"

D.D, who was pressed to the ground, realized something was wrong.

Mallos's eyes moved, and Custa took out a piece of cloth with great experience and wrapped the bottle of wine tightly.

Miranda snorted angrily, carefully but quickly taking off her gloves, throwing them to the ground, and carefully wrapping them in cloth.

D.D looked at the movements of the female swordsman, then looked at the bottle of wine, his eyes widened:

"Took poison! You mean, the poison he took was in this wine!"

Everyone didn't answer, just looked at him with strange expressions.

D.D's complexion changed greatly. He quickly took out the handkerchief from Glover's pocket and blew his nose desperately, as if he wanted to blow out the aroma of the wine he had just breathed in. At the same time, he rolled and crawled to break away from the suppression, as far away from the bottle of wine as he could. Far.

"Go and see him," Thales frowned, "Then remember to punish him and let him remember it for a long time."

Mallos looked gloomily and nodded.

"Okay, don't cry. Just smell it. It's okay with this amount. It's just scary." Itarriano followed the order and stepped forward to check D.D's nose. "Do you know how lucky you are? If Conmuto comes a little later... stop picking it, it will bleed!"

Ignoring D.D's grateful sigh that he was lucky enough to survive the catastrophe, Thales returned to the present and looked at the bottle of wine wrapped in cloth:

"So, old Brennan was not murdered by Lausanne II, but committed suicide by taking poison in his study?"

Marius also frowned, and everyone looked at each other.

"No, I think Lausanne II is indeed here."

Miranda put on her new gloves again, thoughtfully:

"But for some reason, he failed to grasp the experienced and experienced old judge."

Everyone looked at the female swordsman.

I saw Miranda walking slowly, walked to the opposite side of the desk, and patted the fallen guest.

"Based on the traces in the room, I think that after Lausanne II activated his superpower and broke in without any hindrance, he came to Brennan's study and sat in this position, opposite the desk, and began to work on old cases from that year. Interrogate old Brennan.”

Miranda walked to the bookcase and measured the distance:

"Perhaps because of overconfidence, he felt that an octogenarian with no power would pose a threat to him, so Lausanne II did not even tie Brennan."

"With his powers, it doesn't matter whether he is tied or not." Morgan said unhappily.

"Chivalry." Mallos said suddenly.

"What?" Miranda was stunned.

Mallos looked toward the door.

"Except for Brennan himself, no one in the entire mansion was injured. There were no traces of blood or fighting. Even the watchdog fell asleep." The watchman narrowed his eyes. "This shows that he did not embarrass or torture Brennan." ”

Thales' eyes moved when he heard this.

"impossible!"

On the other side, he almost died young, so the unwilling D.D blew his almost dry nose over and over again, while saying angrily:

"I still remember that innocent mistress, her expression before she died - he tortured her and let her blood bleed dry on the bed just to torture her lover."

D.D blew his nose again before returning the handkerchief. Glover suppressed a look of disgust and gestured kindly that he could keep it for himself.

"In the end, the old man taught a murderous beast who kills classmates first and then innocents," Doyle said glumly, putting his handkerchief back in his pocket, "Fuck the knight."

Listening to these words, everyone had different thoughts. Thales coughed:

"Mira?"

Miranda nodded, continued pacing, came to the desk, and pointed to an empty wine glass on it:

"The old inquisitor woke up and understood what happened when he saw Lausanne. So while calmly dealing with the killer to buy time, he walked to the bookcase and opened the bottle of poisonous wine that had been stored for many years in advance. "

Everyone looked at the wrapped bottle of famous wine in surprise.

Paul tutted:

"Knowing that you are doomed, why don't you just kill yourself?"

"It's really cool." Morgan's evaluation was concise and powerful.

"More than that, look here," Miranda walked to the corner and pointed to an empty wine glass lying in the corner, "the second glass."

Thales' eyes changed.

"Yes, Master Brennan," Miranda sighed and looked at the two cups on the table. "He not only drank by himself, he even tried to invite the killer to drink with him."

Everyone was shocked.

"Sunset above, this old man is not only smart, but also a tough guy." Morgan couldn't help but change his color after hearing this.

Glover looked at Brennan's fallen position and shook his head:

"It's a pity it didn't work out."

"No, he succeeded!"

Unexpectedly, it was D.D lying on the ground, looking at the second wine glass carefully with disgust and caution:

"These are glasses, and there are lip marks on both glasses - the killer must have been drinking!"

D.D’s eyes shine:

"Lausanne II, he is poisoned! Deadly poison!"