Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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Hot spring area, No. 55 Chestnut Street, in a gray-blue three-story building with gardens, lawns, and stables.

The band in the corner played a soft melody, the master Bono here. Holding a glass of golden champagne, Goodwell walked among the different guests, communicating with them about the aftermath of the chemical plant explosion, trying to avoid his own responsibility to the greatest extent and obtain generous compensation from the insurance company.

Sometimes he chats with the wives of government officials, sometimes with his own lawyer, and sometimes finds important people in other links of this matter to communicate.

He is like a natural banquet animal, quick-witted and powerful in such an occasion, his dark blue near-black eyes and thick brown whiskers around his mouth are shining with the light of the crystal chandelier.

After whirling around an unimportant guest, Bono Goodwell came across Travis. Everett.

The superintendent of the Candide Market area was not in uniform, wearing a black suit and a blue bow tie, and also holding a glass of pale gold champagne in his hand.

"Superintendent Everett, you have to protect me during this time!" Bono said. Goodwell smiled at Travis. "A lot of people died in that explosion, and I'm worried that their relatives will do something drastic," Everett said.

Everett pushed his black-rimmed glasses, smiled and said: "This is the hot spring area, I can't control it, and after I enter this street, I can clearly feel the frequency and intensity of the police squad patrolling. It's a lot higher than normal."

"Well, didn't you hire a lot of bodyguards? There's nothing to worry about. Those who died were ordinary workers, and they couldn't threaten you. Besides, they don't even know where you live."

Everett half-joked: "If the injured and their families who had to leave the hospital early because they couldn't get compensation soon because of the accident and went home to die knew that you were still having a banquet and Serving guests with lots of good wine and a small symphony orchestra, they could really lose their minds and drag you and your family into the abyss.”

Bono. Goodwell said with a sneer: The banquet has nothing to do with compensation. I have to abide by the law and wait for the judgment. "Superintendent Everett, if I go back to the market area to deal with things, I hope you can send two or three policemen to protect me."

Everett nodded slightly: "This is my duty, but I need to remind you that the family members of several police officers work in your chemical plant."

He was putting pressure on Bono for his subordinates. Goodwell, I hope they can get compensation as soon as possible.

Bono. Goodwell nodded silently, not paying too much attention. The banquet lasted until the wee hours of the morning, and among the remaining scents, Bono. Goodwell and his three children embraced one by one and went up to the third floor.

He loosened his tie and went back to the bedroom with his wife.

With a snap, the gas sconce is lit, Bono. Goodwell's eyes suddenly froze.

He saw someone sitting in his favorite easy chair.

The man leaned forward slightly, although he was sitting, but looked at Bono and Goodwell in a posture of looking down.

He was wearing a gray-blue worker's uniform, a dark blue peaked cap, and white bandages wrapped around his face, revealing only his blue eyes and two nostrils.

Bono. Startled, Goodwell was about to open his mouth and shout for help.

But before that, a semi-illusory crimson flame crow had condensed behind the visitor who "had come to the door" and flew out, hitting Bono right in time. Goodwell's teeth.

There's a soft bang, Bono. Goodwell's mouth became scorched black, and two teeth fell out. The pain made his expression completely distorted, and the scream was blocked back.

At this time, both he and his wife were hit by a sharp dagger against their vests.

Franka and Jenna had already come out from behind the door, closed the bedroom door smoothly, and restrained the targets respectively. One of them was wearing a black robe with a hood and leather armor, and his face was hidden in the shadows. A man's linen shirt was paired with a brown jacket, dark brown trousers, and strapless leather boots. A silver-white metal mask with eyes exposed.

Franca supported Bono with her other hand. Goodwell, lest he roll over in pain.

Lumian kept his sitting position unchanged, smiled and said, "Mr. Goodwell, it was just a warning, otherwise your mouth would have been completely blown apart, instead of just losing two teeth and being a little injured."

Bono. Goodwell's wife finally came to her senses and asked in horror, "Who are you? What are you going to do?"

"Who am I?" Lumian laughed, "You can think of me as your father."

After speaking, he glanced at Franka.

Franka immediately took out the Veritaserum that Lumian had given her before the action, and poured Bono. Goodwell some.

While waiting for the effect to play out, Lumian said with a smile: "Mr. Goodwell, I really didn't expect to meet you so easily and have a friendly exchange with you. You let me down a bit."

You haven't even gotten a gift yet!

Bono. After being forced to drink the "Veritaserum", Goodwell said bitterly, "What do you want to do? I have a lot of money in my safe, and I can give it to you!"

Hearing these words, Jianna felt a surge of anger ignited from her chest and rushed to her head.

She suddenly raised her left foot and slapped Bono. Profile of Goodwell's calf.

If it wasn't for the wrong position between each other, she would have wanted to attack this **** between his legs!

Fuck, take your money to the grave!

Bono. Goodwell's body tilted, and he felt that his bones were cracked.

His instinctive scream was blocked in his mouth by the sudden condensed frost.

Lumian nodded approvingly to Janna and waited for Bono. Goodwell calmed down a bit and said, "I want to know why you blow up your own chemical plant."

Bono. Goodwell's expression changed, and he blurted out, "How do you know?"

Before he finished speaking, he wished he could raise his right hand and slap himself.

Faced with this kind of problem, shouldn't we deny it first? Why did you say what was on your mind?

"Yo, it's very frank. I just cheated you, but you admitted it directly." Lumian nearly let Bono down. Goodwell said in a tone of cerebral hemorrhage.

Jenna had the feeling of her soul leaving her body again.

Although after Lumian's analysis, she was already mentally prepared, but when she heard the answer, she still couldn't believe it.

How can there be such a bad person?

That destroyed hundreds of families!

After regaining her senses, Jana clenched her teeth tightly.

She was afraid that if she slackened a little, her whole body would be ignited with anger, and she directly directed it to Bono. Goodwell slashed.

No, hundreds of dollars!

Goodwell's wife was also looking at her husband with astonishment and fear.

She had thought the explosion at the chemical plant was a simple accident.

Lumian looked at Bono indifferently. Goodwell said: "Why did you do that? It has something to do with someone in the office of Mr. Hugues Artois?" Hearing the latter question, Bono. Goodwell could no longer control his expression, showing a mixture of shock and fear.

After drinking the strange liquid and "admitting" that he had arranged for the explosion in the chemical plant, his psychological defenses had actually collapsed. At this moment, he was full of thoughts of dragging people into the water to help him share the guilt: "It was Rhone and Ti Burt! They are Hugh. The secretary and assistant secretary of Congressman Artois." They have been hinting to me that the chemical plant has been in disrepair for a long time and may explode at any time. It is better to find a way to get the insurance compensation I bought before. Hugh. Councilor Artois will also use the excuse of building factories, developing the economy, protecting factory owners, and fighting for reconstruction funds and special compensation funds for me.

[In view of the general environment,

"They always say that everything decays, and so does my chemical plant, so there are all kinds of problems. Instead of waiting for it to explode by itself, it's better to exchange it for more benefits." I went to find it again yesterday morning. up

They, for some reason, turned their heads and were persuaded by them. When the explosion really happened, I felt scared and went to the congressman's office three times.

"They told me it would be fine."

What an idiot, not even a follower of evil gods... Affected by extraordinary abilities? When Tybalt saw my disguised Bono, Goodwell was also talking about decay. What exactly did they want to achieve? Lumian thought for a while, and was about to ask about the details of the conversation, when the sound of a bell being pulled suddenly came from the gate of the iron fence outside the lawn.

Lumian quickly exchanged glances with Franka, both guessing;

At this time, I came to visit Bono. Goodwell also politely rang the doorbell either by his friend or by the official investigator!

Without words, Lumian stood up, and Franka tacitly put away the dagger.

Seeing their actions, Jenna also reacted.

She took a diagonal step, raised the dagger, and thrust it hard into Bono. Goodwell's shoulder.

In the sound of barking, blood spurted out, Bono. Goodwell snorted.

Jian Na didn't stay any longer, and rushed to the window opposite to the main entrance.

On her dagger, black flames ignited and quickly extinguished in several places in the room.

The three jumped out of the building one after another, climbed over the iron fence behind the garden, and disappeared into the distant night.

The three-person team composed of Angoulême, Valentine and the half-breed Yin Mule saw Bono in the bedroom who had just finished bandaging and his mouth was blackened. Goodwell.

The factory owner said angrily, "Officer, I was almost kidnapped by three gangsters!"

Angoulême glanced at the scene, smiled and said: "We will investigate this matter later, and now it is mainly your problem."

"My question?" Bono and Goodwell were startled.

Angoulême nodded slightly: "Let's confirm your beliefs first, and then talk about your visit to the congressman's office on the morning of the chemical plant explosion."

Without enough evidence to take drastic measures against the Congressman and his staff, the "purifiers" turned their investigation to Bono. On Goodwell.

Bono, whose psychological defense line has been breached, and Goodwell turned pale when he heard such words.