It was like a bolt of lightning struck into my mind.
Finally, the intangible and ungraspable thoughts in Zhang Jing's heart suddenly became clear.
Is Montes Bay dead?
Originally, Zhang Jing was very sure, but when Ding Jiaqi asked him, he suddenly became uncertain.
At the time of the incident, he was watching yachts at the pier. After receiving a call, he hurried back to Blood Castle and saw Montes Bay's body after ninety minutes.
Because I have killed many people and seen many corpses, looking back now, there is indeed something abnormal about Tes Bei's corpse.
To be precise, it is "smellless". Not to mention the fresh corpse, there is a high probability that it will have a "stinky smell" after it has been dead for 60-90 minutes.
Zhang Jing remembered that Montes Bey's body had not changed clothes or washed itself.
So, the lack of flavor is not normal.
Combined with the fact that Zhang Jing did not see the body with his own eyes during the burial, the probability of Montes Bei faking his death is as high as 80%.
Considering how many people wanted to kill her, faking her own death would make sense.
What Zhang Jing couldn't figure out was that Montes Bey faked his death, why did he leave his inheritance to him? ? ?
Is there a conspiracy here?
Or is it pure giving?
There were too many questions to figure out, so Zhang Jing decided to go to Dublin immediately, bid farewell to Slan, drove to the airport, and rented a plane to travel.
Before boarding the plane, I made a temporary decision to take Mike...Old Daikin with me.
With Lao Daijin, the reliability of the microphone is no problem, but there is not as much "gas" as Lao Daikin.
Lao Daijin is on vacation in Kuala Lumpur and has found a temporary stepmother for Milika. He will set off immediately after being notified by his boss.
Arrive in Dublin at 11 hours, local time at 1pm.
Lao Daijin was two hours late, and Zhang Jing saw an employee with a greasy image outside the airport at three o'clock in the afternoon.
Without being polite, Zhang Jing went straight to the point and spent three minutes briefly summarizing the Montes Bay incident.
Finally, Zhang Jing said with a strong thirst for knowledge, "I want to know what her purpose is and why she dragged me into the situation."
"If Montes Bay is not dead," Old Dakin tried to ask, "where is she most likely to be?"
"I'm going to Blood Castle," Zhang Jing arranged the task, "You go to Delu Town and have a look."
Lao Daijin lowered his head and left first.
Zhang Jing took a taxi to the Blood Castle 30 kilometers away. There was an African-American man on duty at the entrance.
When I saw a taxi coming, I wanted to step forward to understand the reason. I was slightly startled when I saw it was Zhang Jing, and then opened the gate of the castle.
Passing through the stone-paved courtyard, at the door of the main house of the castle, Jonathan Rice was waiting.
Jonathan Rice is in his forties and has a strong body. He is the godfather of Montes Bay and the chief steward of the Blood Castle.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Jing would come suddenly, but the other party was the nominal owner of the Blood Castle, and he bent slightly to welcome him.
"Mr. Jonathan," Zhang Jing greeted him from a close distance, "How are you doing lately?"
"It's not good. It keeps raining," Jonathan Rice complained. "The temperature is low, it's quite cold."
Zhang Jing nodded, "Please inform the kitchen. I would like to eat Sichuan fish hot pot, preserved egg tofu, and garlic lobster tonight. Thank you."
Jonathan Rice looked confused and didn't understand anything except the garlic lobster.
"Sir," Jonathan Rice asked politely, "I didn't understand. Please say it again."
Jonathan Rice's attitude was very good, which made Zhang Jing doubt that he was really the owner of the Blood Castle.
So I re-described Sichuan fish hotpot and preserved egg tofu in English.
Obviously, there are no preserved eggs or Sichuan seasonings in the Blood Castle kitchen, so they need to go to the city to purchase them.
Jonathan Rice didn't say no, and asked the waiter to drive to buy it.
Zhang Jing walked confidently past the gate of the main house where two carriages could run side by side. Behind it was a wide corridor filled with luxury cars and helicopters.
Passing through the corridor without stopping, there is a high gate on the opposite side.
Behind the high door is a foyer with an area of about fifty square meters.
behind foyer
Facing the main hall of the Blood Castle, the floor was covered with a deep-set cashmere carpet.
The temperature in such a large space is as high as over 27 degrees, making it very comfortable.
The waitress wearing a white apron, a wide-body navy blue top, and black waist-cinching trousers took Zhang Jing's coat.
"Have you had any guests recently?" Zhang Jing asked casually as he handed his coat to the waiter.
The waiter was slightly stunned. She didn't expect Zhang Jing to talk to her. She didn't know how to answer, so she simply pretended not to hear.
"Mr. Zhang is the new owner of Blood Castle," Jonathan Rice appeared from behind and asked the middle-aged waitress who was slightly fat and looked very wealthy. "Why didn't you answer his question?"
"Recently, there have been many guests visiting the Blood Castle," the waitress immediately answered Zhang Jing's question.
Zhang Jing nodded and looked at Jonathan Rice, "Who is there?"
"People from the yamen, lawyers, and some people who want to discuss business are here."
It was obvious that Jonathan Rice did not intend to elaborate. As if it was not important, Zhang Jing did not ask in depth.
For dinner, Zhang Jing had Sichuan-style hot pot fish, preserved egg tofu, and garlic lobster as he wished.
It was already dark outside at five o'clock in the winter afternoon. Zhang Jing had eaten and drank enough and wanted to sleep.
Treat yourself as the owner of the Blood Castle and go straight to the master bedroom on the second floor.
Compared with the new buildings built in the past hundred years, the master bedroom of the 400-year-old Blood Castle was so big that Zhang Jing thought it was unlucky.
According to Feng Shui theory, a large house with few people is unlucky, and a small house with many people is unlucky.
Cixi's sleeping place, including her office right next to her bedroom, is only about a hundred square feet.
The bedroom in front of me is also 100 square meters, with a floor height of about five meters. It is so big that there is an echo when walking.
Fortunately, because it was the bedroom previously used by Montes Bay. The decoration was girlish and looked warm.
Not cold or gloomy, otherwise the quality of sleep at night will be greatly compromised.
After simply walking around the inside of the bedroom, there were no pinhole bugs or anything like that, and after releasing the Smart Bean, Zhang Jing collapsed on the bed. He was too tired from the flight and he had to rest.
at the same time.
Located on the west side of Blood Castle, about 200 meters away from the main castle, a black car drove out of the room used to house war horses in ancient times.
The transparency of the car windows is very low, and the darkness of the night makes it difficult to see clearly what is going on inside the car.
The strange thing is that the car did not turn on the lights and left the Blood Castle quietly and on a familiar road.
Zhang Jing didn't know about this, so he slept until 2 a.m. and woke up. He quietly came to the cemetery on both sides of the straight road from the backyard gate of the Blood Castle.
Unlike the situation in large countries, cemeteries are generally far away from living areas. In the West, due to religious beliefs, tombs and living areas are sometimes mixed together. Chinese website
Especially in the church, there are tombstones and boxes in the front, back, left and right basements.
Precisely because the location of the tomb was so open and honest, not long after Zhang Jing arrived, two patrolling bodyguards saw someone moving and came over with flashlights.
"Boss," most of the Blood Castle bodyguards knew Zhang Jing, "Who are you?"
"I can't sleep," Zhang Jing said with a pitiful expression and a heavy tone, "I'm here to remember Miss Bei."
I originally wanted to dig up the tomb and take a look, but now I have to give up.
Of course, if there is no light in the east, there will be light in the west, and Lao Daijin will soon gain something.
