Hesta picked up the gas lamp that Tanglar had dropped to the ground, and the flame that had been almost extinguished became bright again.
In a trembling state, Danglars watched Hestad walk towards the fireplace at the other end of the dance floor with the lamp. When the lamp was placed in the corner, with the faint light, Danglars saw several familiar faces - they had been chopped down. The skull underneath is slowly decaying.
He heard Hesta humming a strange song in the distance. She bent down, lifted the hair of the deceased, and readjusted the position of the heads.
"Who should I put you next to?" Hesta's humming stopped suddenly, and she turned back, "Would you rather be next to Rich, Hoffman, or Schmidt?"
Tangglar let out a painful cry: they had enjoyed together here in the past, but now this place will become their common coffin.
"sorry……"
Panting, Danglars got up and crawled towards Hesta.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I'm a beast, I really deserve to die...please...please..."
"Indeed." Hesta smiled, "But do you know why I didn't send you a photo, but brought you here directly?"
Looking at Hesta's gentle smiling face, Danglar was in a daze for a moment. He opened his mouth and raised his head. After a while, he spoke tremblingly: "Are you... willing... to give me another chance?"
Hesta laughed on the spot, which shattered Danglars' last illusion. But Hesta laughed so hard that Danglar couldn't help but laugh too. Under the collapse of his reason, he couldn't restrain it. Even his distorted laughter could not suppress the tears at this moment.
"You are so adorable, Viscount," Hestad lowered his head and looked at Danglars, "I didn't send you a notice simply because I found that my previous design was completely inappropriate for you.
"It was Hoffman who smuggled my mother into a livable place. Not only did he participate in your ceremony throughout the whole process, but after everything was over, he resold her to Fernand in order to make more money. So. I cut off his fingers, shattered his teeth, severed his limbs.
"Rishi, I dug out his eyes extra. If he hadn't coveted the beauty of the foreign race, Fernan wouldn't have been looking for the red-haired Hesta woman in the wasteland.
"Schmidt, he has not participated in your ceremony. He can be said to be the person with the least involvement in this matter, but his way of death is my favorite... Do you know why?
"On the third day of your ceremony, a woman once ran out of the Palais de Rohan. As soon as she went out, she ran into Schmidt in a police uniform... Do you still remember this? Don't you remember it? "
Tanglar was kneeling on the ground, his eyes dull.
"It's understandable that I don't remember, because when Schmidt brought people back, it was Hoffman who took over, and he was quite impressed by it." Hestad said softly, "Last month, I When I first caught Schmidt, I asked him, 'How does it feel to watch those mercury needles that are supposed to protect you abandon you?', and he understood it as soon as he heard it."
"As for you, Viscount." Hesta looked down at him, "The first time I saw you, I realized that the photos I prepared were inappropriate..."
A sharp whine came from Tanglar's throat, and he couldn't stop shaking his head.
There was no point in thinking about escaping or not. His mind was in chaos. He only knew that he was holding Hesta's calf tightly, not daring to let go.
The assassin's cold hand caught the back of his neck, and that strong hand forced him to raise his head again——
"I should pull out your tongue first."
…
Early next morning.
The manor where the Viscount no longer appeared was still operating as usual, but the atmosphere was more deserted than before.
Si Lei got up early, and she and Stella made an appointment to meet again this morning. As soon as she reached the stairs, she saw a familiar figure: "Victoria?"
"Good morning, Officer Si Lei."
"...Didn't you say you haven't shown up recently?" Si Lei walked down the stairs quickly, "Why——"
"I didn't show up before because there was a reason not to show up. Now I show up because the situation has changed." Victoria replied seriously, "What did you do last night?"
“Stella asked me for an interview.”
"No wonder I didn't see you when I came last night." Victoria pushed a piece of white paper folded in half towards Si Lei, "Have you read this?"
Si Lei stepped forward and unfolded the paper - it was a copy of a handwritten letter.
Si Lei read the entire letter at a glance. It was obviously the handwriting of Danglars. The letter was written on the night when Nightingale committed suicide and Roger was confirmed to have disappeared. In the letter, Danglars carefully explained to the housekeeper several things he had done in the third district. He signed up for important business and left the phone numbers and addresses of several emergency contacts.
At the end of the letter, Danglars mentioned in a specious tone that he would have a planned escape in the near future. He knew that the housekeeper would definitely come to help him organize the documents, so he left the letter here. He is not dead. When everything calms down, he Will come back again.
"This is……"
"I heard Theresa said that you seemed a little disappointed yesterday. I thought I should show this to you." Victoria said softly, "I think your previous guess was right. The assassin must have used Roger. A missing case, otherwise Danglars would not have written such a thing."
Si Lei took a deep breath, folded the letter in four quarters, and put it into his pocket, "Thank you. Did you read the email I forwarded to you last night?"
"Look... I'm actually mentally prepared for this, so I'm not too surprised." Victoria said softly, "For us now, catching or killing the assassin is no longer a priority. Far more than protecting hostages.”
"Because she totally penetrated your internal systems, didn't she."
Victoria didn't answer immediately. She leaned back on the chair behind her and laughed, "Sometimes, I wonder who I am fighting."
"The assassin has helpers within your ranks. Isn't this something you have known for a long time?"
"...it's not as simple as a helper. One or a few helpers can't do this." Victoria said softly, "The night before yesterday, someone died in Wauna Wasteland. One of them had contacted Avinash before and said An old man who may provide important clues.”
"A clue about what? The assassin?"
"Yes." Victoria nodded, "The other party came up and said that the assassin was related to a woman named 'Volva'. Schmidt called this name before he died, so Avinash had an impression, and the two parties had made an appointment. We met in the central city of Wawuna Wasteland yesterday morning, but Avinash and the others didn’t pick up anyone.”
"...has been silenced?"
"Yes, the whole house was burned down." Victoria said softly, "Avinash and the others found that the old man had deposited important documents in several banks, but when they went to inquire, they were told that all the documents had been Being picked up the day before – can you imagine the workload and response time?”
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