Chapter 309 Chapter 308 The Unexpected Guest
In Billing City, the wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier. Because of the wind and snow, the weather is getting colder and colder. The pedestrians on the road are like sparse stars, becoming less and less. Camus exhaled hot air and moved the stool closer to the fireplace. Getting closer, luckily the previous owner left some charcoal, otherwise it would be really troublesome.
"Chiji..."
At this moment, Kamiao heard the sound of footsteps stepping on the stagnant water upstairs outside the door. Within a few seconds, the footsteps stopped, and a knock on the door rang.
"Is anyone here? We are from the Crimson Street Police Department. We have something to look for, Mr. Harry." Hearing the origin of the other party, Camus' brows jumped. He thought about it carefully and found that he had never been here before. Lin Shi seems to have never done anything illegal or disciplinary.
"Is anyone there?" At this moment, a louder voice came from the door. Camus stood up from the fireplace. He opened the door and found three policemen in black uniforms standing at the door of his house. They looked like His face was not very good, and one of them took a special look inside after seeing him speak.
"Hello, let's ask one thing. Do you know Leo Midoma?" Upon hearing the familiar surname, Camus immediately knew what this group of people were here for.
"Yes, what's the matter?"
Upon hearing this, the policeman who knew he was a little fatter said in a low voice, "She is dead. She died last night after reporting the case at our police station. The cause of death was suicide by hanging. His colleague said that she had been looking for the detective and said that she had been found. A powerful detective, comparing their descriptions, we found this place." Hearing his words, Camus was silent, with mixed feelings in his heart, and it took him a long time before he sighed and spoke.
"People who are not even afraid of death are so desperate. What is wrong with this world? She is afraid of nobles beyond death. She would rather commit suicide in despair than struggle. Will you investigate the disappearance of his sister?" Hearing from Camus If so, the three policemen looked at each other, and they took out an arrest warrant and put it in front of Camus.
"Because you falsely accused the nobles and instigated people to commit suicide, you have been arrested. You have the right to remain silent. Before your lawyer arrives, what you say will become evidence in court." Seeing the arrest warrant in front of me and the words in my ears Kamiu was stunned, he opened his mouth and smiled bitterly.
"The world should be like this, why should I expect fairness and kindness."
Camus wanted to run away. He had makeup skills, so he could just change his face when he got to a place where no one was around. But just when he was about to make a move, he suddenly felt a cold gaze looking at him. He looked through In the gap between the three of them, he saw a young man wearing a black windbreaker, monochromatic lenses, and black gloves looking at him. His thoughts of escaping suddenly disappeared and he honestly raised his hands.
"Look...he has a gun, and he's quite beautiful." Seeing Camus raise his hand, several policemen began to search him. They found the luxurious pistol that Casca gave him. Over there The man in black also turned his head and glanced.
"Come with us." Seeing Camus' cooperation, the others were no longer embarrassed. They searched Camus' few remaining silver coins, and Camus could only watch everything helplessly.
When passing by the man in black, the man in black turned and walked upstairs. Camus suddenly felt nervous. His drawer contained precious meteorologist formulas. However, the man in black did not enter his home, but helped him. He closed the door, and Kamius walked towards the snow-filled carriage with his head lowered.
After nearly an hour's journey, Camus and others arrived in front of a military-style building. There were police public carriages on the dirty snow at the door. Camus was pushed to the second floor, and he was Settled in a small room with only two stools, a table and a gas lamp, Camus' hands were clasped behind his back. He closed his eyes and began to think about what to do next.
"Boom..." Just then the door opened, and a first-level inspector with a silver flower on his shoulder walked in from the door. He had a little beard, a tall nose, and a little sharp eyes. He held a hand in his hand. Holding a few documents, he pulled out a stool and sat across from Camus, and pushed the documents over. Camus fell silent when he saw it.
"I did not falsely accuse him, and I did not instigate her." The document said that he instigated others to falsely accuse the noble Viscount Hanney, and instigated others to commit suicide in some secret way. If he signed, he would be imprisoned for at least two years. ten years.
"Pah..." A mouth sound sounded. Hearing that Kamius was still so stubborn, the inspector slapped Kamius hard in the mouth and spoke with a ferocious expression.
"I don't care what method you use to find the Viscount's evidence. As long as you sign this, I guarantee that your life will be safe."
Kamio licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the inspector coldly. He already understood that the human trafficker group was involved to such a great extent. No wonder Kaniso's sister would rather commit suicide than try other ways.
"Damn bastard, do you know what you did? When that bitch came yesterday, someone from the discipline center came to inspect. Do you know what this room is like? You can't see the inside from the outside. What do I want you to do? How about that?" Seeing Camus' cold eyes, the inspector slapped him again. He cursed and explained the reason. When Camus heard that, his eyes were slightly raised as cold as winter, and he quickly twisted his arm and threw it at into the inspector's head.
"Bang..." The inspector was right, and was staggered by Camus' hammer. With red eyes, he kicked Camus hard in the stomach. Camus' body bowed when he saw it, and he endured the painful kick and threw himself at the inspector. , the two immediately rolled together.
"Asshole, asshole." Because Camus's hands were locked, he could only passively take the beating, and soon his face was covered with blood.
"Go to hell." The inspector under him was getting more and more excited. He pushed Camus, who was bleeding, and kicked him out. Just as he was about to hit again, he suddenly saw Camus, who was covered in blood, raise his head, revealing eight white teeth, and slowly raised the pistol in his hand.
"You..." At this time, the inspector reacted. He touched the pistol on his waist, and his face turned pale, and then his face turned grim.
"Put down the gun, if you kill me, you will die." Camus stood up against the wall when he heard it, and he swung his arms to wrap his clothes around the pistol.
"Bang..." As the orange-red flames emerged, a big hole appeared on the inspector's chest, and he flew out like a rag bag. Camus quickly broke the handcuffs in his hands, ran over to take off his police uniform and put it on himself.
"What's going on, Inspector?" At this time, a voice came from outside the door, and Camus spoke in a hoarse voice.
"It's okay, I'll take care of it."
"Inspector, what's wrong with your voice?"
"I just drank water and got scalded. I'll be out in a minute." The police officers at the door looked at each other, and finally didn't go in. It was just a minute, they could wait.
In the blink of an eye, a minute passed. Just as the police officer was about to push the door, the inspector with blood on his face opened the door and walked out from behind the door. When they saw this scene, they exclaimed.
"What's wrong, Inspector?"
"Here are the documents. This guy is not honest, but he still signed it. I'll go wash my face first." Camus handed them the documents with fingerprints on them, and walked out with his chest supported. Several police officers looked at each other, and when they looked inside, they found a man with a bloody face lying in the corner. They looked at each other.
"The inspector is really good. Viscount Hanni can rest assured now. The Discipline Office will not pay attention to this document."
Along the way, Camus was expressionless in the face of other people's pointing and talking. He quickly left the police station. After taking off his police uniform at a street corner, he changed into a slightly younger young man and fled far away. An hour later, Camus returned home in thin clothes under the surprised eyes of the coachman. He opened the drawer, picked up the meteorologist's formula and left.
"He has been back." A few minutes later, a large group of police came to Camus's house. When they saw the footprints at the door, they hurried into the house to search.
Not far away, a boy with black hair and a young face was watching all this. He pinched the purse in his pocket and smiled slightly.
"Fortunately, there is money in the police uniform, otherwise it would be quite troublesome. I didn't want to provoke you, but you had to come up yourself." After saying that, Camus stopped a public carriage and drove away in the wind and snow. After bandaging his wound in a private herbal medicine shop, he found a hotel on Crimson Street and stayed there.
In the Crimson Street Police Department, three men in different clothes were looking at the corpse lying there in silence.
"Face change? It can also change the voice, which is really interesting." One of the men spoke faintly. He was wearing a black suit and a crooked red tie. He was the man from the Discipline House that Camus saw in the alley.
"Makeup artist? Or the Faceless Man in Phase 2." The man with monochrome lenses spoke in a low voice. He could never have imagined that the man who looked ordinary was a terrifying makeup artist.
"Let's see, it's Hanni's business again. Has he been too rampant recently?" A man with a beard, messy brown hair, and a small scar on the corner of his mouth spoke gloomily.
Looking at the confession book with blood on the table, the man wearing a monocle swept the document into the trash can with his backhand.
"It's boring. I'm going back to sleep. Since the other party is a makeup artist, I think no one can find him except our mysterious director."
The man in the suit twisted his tie, making him look more crooked. He looked at the muzzle of the corpse and raised his eyebrows.
"Strange makeup artist? I didn't expect that there would be unknown makeup artists coming to Bilin City. This is under the king's nose. The makeup artists of those extraordinary organizations dare not come here."
The bearded man's eyes showed a trace of anger. He punched a deep hole on the table with his fist and spoke in a gloomy tone.
"What about Hani? I don't think that woman yesterday committed suicide."
"He is the queen's younger brother. The entire Madi Ka Empire belongs to them. For them, those people... are just playthings. However, Hani has been a little rampant recently. We are negotiating other compensations with the Sun Church recently. Let's talk about it after this matter is over." The suit man said lightly, and I turned and left.
"Fuck..." Seeing that the two did not care, the bearded man cursed aggrievedly. He slapped the head on the stage to pieces and walked out with a gloomy face.
"Clatter..." Just after the bearded man left, the stone table where the corpse was placed suddenly broke into pieces, and the broken stones rolled everywhere.