To Four Thousand Years Later

Eero was trembling, and obediently followed Leonardo, returning from the same path. As for the three corpses here, Leonardo just piled them together and left them alone.

How many corpses are hidden in the streets of Florence. No one can count. Even if someone finds the body, most of them are worried about their own safety and will not call the police. After all, if the police want to receive a report, they need to pack the body in a body bag and take it to the police station directly. Mortuary, waiting for colleagues who professionally dispose of the bodies to send them to public cemeteries or crematoria every three days. It's fine if it's a fresh corpse. At most it is tiring. But if it's that kind of old...they still have to speak their noses all the time, and endure the smell of rotting and fermenting corpses that makes people want to vomit.

If this is not part of a big case, one can imagine the painful and distorted eyes these policemen will give to the informant when they are taking notes. At that time, the reporter will naturally not get any good looks.

The less trouble, the better. For most ordinary people, it is almost impossible for them to call the police for the dead body of a passer-by, unless it is because the smell of rotten business has entered the window.

Ju, since the opposite side is organized and premeditated to kill him or frame him...then the person who died at his hands will naturally have an explanation. Regardless of whether Leonardo hides the body or not, Ma Zhu, who should be found, will come. But I still have to talk to Francis about this matter... After all, he doesn't have the confidence to turn the table at any time like Leonardo.

You may not believe me when I say it, but I can call a carload of bosses from all over the world to come and beat you with just a snarl jpg—what do you expect? "Leonardo noticed that Arrow had been trembling. He couldn't help laughing: "I said, I always mean what I say.

But no, no, nothing. "

Arrow hesitated. Still nothing. He just lowered his head and followed Leonardo, and re-entered Master Verrocchio's room through the main entrance.

"Leonardo! Why did you just jump down before? Do you know how uneasy... Francis saw Leonardo coming in through the main entrance, and couldn't help but greet him and shout loudly.

But when he saw Arrow who was trembling behind Leonardo, he suddenly froze for a moment.

"No...Ro?" Francis' voice suddenly softened and became weak.

He shook his head again and again, and slowed down his pace: "No no no no no

He walked up to Arrow, grabbed his chin with his hand, and forced his head up.

...Aero? he asked softly.

Arrow didn't answer, just looked away.

Leonardo next to him said in a deep voice, "That's right. His name is Arrow."

"Close the door, Leonardo." Francis said to Leonardo, grabbing Arrow's chin and staring into his eyes.

Leonardo responded and closed the front door of the master's house. Hung up the lock by the way.

Francis was furious for a moment and pushed Arrow against the wall.

"It's you, Arrow! It's you!"

Francis cursed and punched Arrow in the face.

Arrow was hit so hard that he fell backwards and fell against the wall. The back of his head hit the wall, showing a painful expression. Francis punched him in the stomach. The punch was so heavy that Arrow clutched his stomach and began to retch.

But before he could vomit, Francis kicked him in the face and turned him over.

"I never expected that.

Francis' voice became cold and viscous.

It was like a half-melted ice cube, unbearably piercing.

"stop fighting!"

Arrow couldn't bear the pain, and couldn't help shouting: "Brother Francis, stop beating!" "How dare you call me big brother!"

Franston was furious: "I paid for your father's burial! I also paid for your brother's education! Without me, you would have starved to death in the black area, do you know that?!"

"I know! I remember it all."

Arrow screamed, curled up into a ball and shouted loudly: "But I'm not the only one! Brother Francis, I was also forced!"

"then who are you."

Francis kicked two more times, and gradually calmed down a little.

He grabbed Arrow by the collar and pinned him against the wall. With his left hand, he pulled out the dagger from his waist, pressed it against Eruo's Adam's apple, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Say it, if you can't tell, I'll kill you right now.

"Yes, it's Brother Silvio! He took money from the Pazzi family!" Erlo stammered: F, Brother Francis, you know... I usually have to follow Brother Silvio . What can I do, I don't want to die! "

"Then why don't you tell me secretly?"

Francis gritted his teeth and said, holding the dagger in his left hand instead, and firmly nailed it to the wall - close to Arrow's temple.

It was just a few inches short of being inserted right into Arrow's eye.

"Come on, I get it too. You think I'm going to die, don't you?"

Francis sneered: "You think I'm dead, and I'll be fine if I capture Leonardo today? Didn't expect it, my nephew is better than me."

"Brother Francis...you will always be my big brother!"

Eruo trembled, cried and said: "Don't kill me! I'll tell you everything! I know a lot! You don't need to protect me, big brother, just leave me a dog's life, just let me go! I've already I have a boat appointment. I plan to leave Tuscany tomorrow—"Oh, amazing. I'm planning to leave tomorrow, but come here today to take my nephew too? "

Francis sneered and loosened his collar.

"Then tell me. Who hired you, what are you going to do to capture Leonardo, who are your accomplices, where are they, what are you going to do, where the information comes from... tell me all about it.

"If I'm satisfied, it's okay to save your life. Don't even think about lying. Leonardo is a master of psychology. He can see through your lies. Otherwise...

Francis spoke slowly, shook the dagger and pulled it out. He slowly slid the sawdust-stained blade from Ailuo's forehead, passing through the mouth, Adam's apple, chest, abdomen, and all the way to the end, and seeing the fear in Ailuo's eyes, he was satisfied, "I said, I say

Arrow trembled: "Hire us...Jacob from the Pazzi family. Jacob de Pazzi. Because he was kicked in the face by Francis, he is now full of snot and tears, mixed with nosebleeds." Apply to face.

But he didn't even dare to wipe it, lest Francis suspect that he was going to fight back. He stood there stiffly, and replied tremblingly: "They are going to kill the barrister's son because someone told Jacob that Leonardo would be a useful helper for Lorenzo de' Medici. His His talent is far beyond that of ordinary people. He will support Lorenzo and even the entire Medici family to its heyday.

"will?"

Leonardo asked with some interest: 'Are you sure that person said so? What is his name? "I don't know..." Say! "

Francis Li shouted sharply.

Arrow almost cried

"So, does he have any accents or signs? What does he look like, how does he dress? Take it easy and speak slowly."

As Leonardo said, he came over from the side to get a drawing board and a charcoal pencil. Arrow calmed down. Then start describing the characteristics of that person.

"He wears a black robe and likes to wear a hood. He has scars on his face, short hair, curly black, and brown eyes. He has a round beard and a high nose bridge. He is about two inches taller than me, and his voice is audible. Looks like he's in his thirties, with a Sicilian accent."

"By the way, when he met Jacob, he would make a strange gesture and greet each other... This was not hidden from us. It was like some religious monastery. What they said was So say a rose to bloom on your cross."