Dudian did not speak, silently smelling the scent of the Bartons and the others and leaving.
After they walked out of the Moulin Rouge, he immediately pointed to the girl's wet coat, and then turned around and left without explanation.
The girl in the white cat mask was stunned for a moment, stamped her feet, and could only continue to wait where she was.
Dudian squeezed into the crowd, bypassed the girl's sight, left the ballroom, and came outside the Moulin Rouge.
He soon saw a carriage parked on the roadside with the flag of the Milan family, and sat in front of the carriage.
A coachman and two knights were waiting for their young master.
The light in the ballroom was dim before, so the girl did not notice anything strange, but the light outside was bright.
Dudian knew that he could not hide from the eyes of the two knights with his coat alone.
He immediately took off his mask, took off his shirt and coat, and took advantage of the opportunity.
While they were distracted looking at the street, he quickly went down the steps, came to the carriage on the other side of the street, opened the door, and got on the carriage.
"Here we come."
In the car, Barton saw Dudian getting on the car and asked, looking a little nervous, "What should we do next?"
Dudian said nothing, glanced at Vikander who was unconscious next to him, and said to Kroon, who was sitting outside as a coachman: "Leave here first and go to Ter Street."
"Ter Street" Kroon was startled.
That was the territory of the trial court.
Seeing that Dudian didn't explain, he didn't ask any more questions, raised his whip and drove away.
Ther Street was far away from the Lido Street, and they arrived two hours later.
Vikander regained consciousness on the way, but as soon as he regained some consciousness, he was knocked unconscious again by Dudian.
Dudian found a remote alley, and when there were few people around, he helped Vikander get out of the car and patted his back.
Even if anyone noticed, they would only think that it was a few drunk nobles who were drunk in the car. , wanting to vomit on the roadside.
After entering the alley, Dudian helped Vikander to the deepest part of the alley, which was far away from the road, so the chance of being discovered by passers-by was low, and the sounds of pedestrians on the roadside were not too harsh.
Holding Vikander in a comfortable side-lying position, Dudian covered him with the lighter-smelling garbage in the alley.
The first was to avoid being seen, and the second was to maintain his body temperature to prevent him from being killed prematurely.
Wake up from the cold.
After doing this, Dudian turned and left the alley.
The passers-by who had just passed by had already left.
No one would stop and watch others vomit, so no one noticed that two people went in, but only one person came out.
Back in the carriage, Dudian put on Vikander's coat and said to Barton and Joseph: "You guys wait here.
If he wakes up, he will pretend to touch porcelain to attract the attention of passers-by."
"What is porcelain?"
Barton asked curiously.
Dudian groaned, explained, and taught several methods.
Patton and Joseph came to their senses and remembered them.
"Attention?"
Joseph asked.
Dudian said: "He will feel ashamed and leave you.
Don't bother too much.
He can leave as soon as he wants.
The purpose is to let others notice his presence here."
Barton and Joseph looked at each other, nodded and said, "I understand."
After the two got off the carriage, Dudian said to Kroon: "Go to Terre Street No. 6."
Kroon didn't ask any questions, fully assumed the role of coachman, and drove the carriage away.
"In front of No. 12."
Dudian pointed in the direction.
The carriage quickly stopped in front of House No. 12 on Tel 6 Street.
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This was a small manor.
Behind the fence was a lawn.
In the middle of the lawn was a chic and elegant cabin.
There was a huge fruit tree on the side of the house with red hanging trees. of fruit.
Dudian smelled two smells in the house, and another familiar smell, which was Holett's smell.
This house was also Holett's home.
Putting on the mask, Du Dian stepped forward and knocked on the door.
After a while, the door was pushed open.
A beautiful woman in her thirties opened the door.
When she saw Du Dian wearing a mask at the door, she was startled and said in surprise: "Who are you" "The person who came to investigate from the trial."
Dudian lowered his voice and said, "I need to borrow your husband's belongings."
The beautiful woman glanced at him doubtfully, but still said: "Please come in."
Dudian nodded, put on his slippers and entered the house.
He looked around and figured out the structure of the house.
Another smell was in the room upstairs, and it was Holett's youngest son.
"What relics do you want?"
The beautiful woman who closed the door and followed looked at Du Dian.
She always felt a little strange and asked Du Dian suspiciously.
Dudian looked back at her and said softly: "My wife is your husband's most precious relic, right?"
The beautiful woman was startled, looked at Du Dian in surprise, and said, "You, you are not from the trial court."
Du Di'an said: "What your husband committed, he used his own life to make up for it, but at the same time, his death caused me a little trouble, so I can only trouble you to help him."
Fill this hole."
Hearing this, the beautiful woman stepped back and stared at the masked figure with wide eyes.
She did not expect that the murderer of her husband that she was looking for was actually standing in front of her, her body Trembling slightly, scared and angry, he said: "My husband, what grudge do you have against me?
Why do you want to kill him?
You are a devil and you are not afraid of the punishment of the trial."
Dudian didn't wait for her to say anything more.
He quickly took action, covered her mouth, and whispered: "I will give you a happy life, and you won't die in such pain like your husband did, begging me to kill him."
After saying that, he twisted his arm and there was a click, and the beautiful woman's neck broke.
Du Dian's expression was gloomy.
He slowly lowered her body to the ground and was about to quietly go upstairs.
Suddenly he heard a very soft humming sound coming from upstairs.
He paused slightly and looked a little ugly.
He stopped. , turned around and grabbed the rag on the table, wiped his fingers on the beautiful woman's chin and lips, then took out the necklace from his pocket and threw it in an inconspicuous place on the ground.
After doing this, he was about to leave.
Suddenly, the humming sound wandered to the stairs, stretched out his head from there, and shouted: "Hey" as if he was playing a prank, jumping out to scare people in vain.
Dudian's body stiffened and his eyes met.
This was an eight or nine-year-old child with short flaxen hair.
His face was filled with a naughty smile, but it froze.
When he saw his mother lying on the floor in the living room and a strange figure wearing a mask in the living room, he just I felt a bang in my head, and felt a little blank, frozen in place.
Countless thoughts flashed through Du Di'an's mind.
His first reaction was to kill someone and silence him.
But soon, he remembered in vain that he was still wearing a mask.
He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
He glanced at the boy, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and finally Instead, he turned around and left quickly, opened the door, put on his shoes, grabbed the slippers he had worn, ran to the carriage outside, and let Kroon drive away
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