After seeing the stranger leaving in a hurry, the boy came back to his senses, looked at his mother lying on the ground, and hurriedly ran down the stairs.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
He stepped forward to help his mother up, nervous and scared.
The ground shouted: "Mom, wake up, wake up.
Under his shaking, the head of the beautiful woman swayed softly.
The boy felt darkness in front of his eyes, and a strong fear clenched his heart.
He raised his hand and touched his mother's artery.
He did not inherit his father Hollett's profession of becoming a priest.
Instead, he loved to be a doctor since he was a child.
His teacher had taught him a simple way to distinguish life and death of the human body, which is not to talk about the breath, but to feel the arteries.
When a person is seriously injured, the breath is extremely weak and difficult to detect, but he can accurately feel it by touching the arteries.
After touching it for a moment, the boy felt that there was no beating in his neck.
His brain was buzzing, and he tried to breathe tremblingly.
He also lost his vital signs.
Tears suddenly burst out of his eyes, and he cried on the beautiful woman.
Cry loudly.
After crying for a while, he suddenly thought of the stranger murderer, and his heart was suddenly filled with strong hatred and murderous intent.
He hurriedly got up, ran out, and opened the door.
The murderer had already gone away.
He clenched his fists tightly, turned around and closed the door.
He returned to the room again, and when he staggered back, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the golden necklace on the ground out of the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help but be startled.
He knew that there was no such necklace in his mother's jewelry box, and he was suddenly excited.
Just as he was about to pick it up, he suddenly thought of some things his father often said, destroying evidence and fingerprints, etc.
Thinking of this, he stopped immediately, turned his head and glanced at his mother who fell on the ground, gritted his teeth and pushed the door open.
Sitting in the carriage, Dudian took off his coat and trousers, put on his own coat and clothes, and asked Kroon to drive directly to the countryside.
Soon, the carriage drove to a wilderness and came across a small depression, which was filled with rainwater and looked like a small pond.
Dudian immediately asked Kroon to stop the car.
He threw Vikander's jacket and trousers in the car, changed into his own clothes, and then groped around in the car to make sure that nothing was left behind, and then asked Kroon to get out of the car. , he came to the carriage, led the carriage to the edge of the small pond, punched the horse on the head, and with a bang, the horse's brain burst, its body shook, staggered a few steps, and fell down.
Dudian came to the back of the carriage and pushed the horse's body and carriage into the pond to submerge.
"Let's go."
Dudian glanced around to confirm that no one had noticed him, and immediately asked Kruen to leave on his back.
Kroon was a little surprised.
When he heard Dudian say the word "footprints", he came to his senses.
He squatted down and carried Dudian on his back.
He moved away from here and came to a small stone road in the wilderness.
Then he put Dudian down and the two of them walked together. return.
When he arrived at the alley of Ter Street, Dudian saw Barton and two people standing nearby waiting for him from a distance.
Vikander's scent had already faded in the alley, and he had probably left.
When the two Pattons saw Dudian and Kroon returning, they immediately trotted over.
Dudian stopped their mouths with his eyes and said, "It's late, let's talk later."
After that, he hired a large carriage on the roadside.
"When did he leave?"
Dudian asked Barton in the carriage.
Barton continued: "About an hour before you come back."
Du Di'an calculated in his mind that this time was slightly earlier than the time when he killed Holett's wife, which was a small flaw.
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He frowned slightly, hoping that the people in the trial would not trace it so carefully.
After all, any There are always variables in the plan, so I'm lucky to be able to do this.
After returning to the castle, Dudian asked everyone to wash and change clothes.
The next day.
When Dudian and Fulin were having breakfast together, the maid in the castle handed over some morning newspapers.
Dudian reached out to take it and glanced at the morning paper of the Mellon Consortium News Publishing House.
Today's headlines were still criticizing the Scott Consortium, but the real target of the criticism was to question whether the match products launched by the Scott Consortium could work.
Replace the position of the fire sickle.
Dudian took a look at several other newspapers.
There were also reports about matches, but the evaluations were more pertinent.
In addition, two of the newspapers named him as the inventor of matches.
The title above is not hunter, but trainee priest.
After all, hunter is a profession that needs to be concealed from civilians.
"Now you are famous."
Fulin also saw the newspaper and smiled at Du Dian, "I will give you another title in the future, Mr.
Du Dian, the great inventor."
Du Dian smiled faintly, but said: "It's really strange to say that the Holy See of Light is clearly pursuing alchemists, but matches and some alchemical items from other consortiums can be sold through regular channels, and are labeled as brand new products.
Labels, and even the manufacturer is called "inventor".
Isn't the alchemy that is packaged not alchemy?"
"Isn't this normal?"
Fulin smiled and said, "Look at the wild flowers outside.
They grow freely in the wilderness, but they are worthless.
If you move them to a flower shop, they can be sold at a high price.
Look again.
If you and I take off our clothes, we are both naked, but if we put on these clothes, I will be a noble and you will be a commoner."
Dudian asked: "You said that since the Holy See of Light knows that these inventors are alchemists, why do they still allow them to exist openly?"
"Because the Scott Consortium has made it clear to the Holy See of Light on your behalf that the match you invented was created in accordance with the will of the God of Light."
Fulin smiled and said: "You also know that the belief of the Holy See of Light is that light God, the core doctrine is that God created all things, and any product launched by inventors from other consortiums needs to be marked as being created under God’s instructions.”
Dudian suddenly realized, "In this way, inventors are equivalent to alchemists who surrender to the Holy See of Light."
"Absolutely."
Fulin smiled and said: "There are many alchemists who can't survive and will seek refuge in the Holy See of Light.
You should know the "Temple of Elements", where all the great inventors gather. " Dudian has naturally heard that all resources outside the wall will flow into the Temple of Elements, and their value will be defined through the evaluation of the Temple of Elements.
"To put it this way, the Holy See of Light has too many channels."
Dudian said.
Fulin shook his head and said: "Don't underestimate the Dark Holy See, it actually has more advantages in the dark."
Dudian nodded slightly.
Those who can arm-wrestle with the Holy See of Light will naturally not be inferior.
"It seems that you are not a good believer."
Dudian smiled.
Fulin chuckled and said, "You are wrong about this.
My faith has always been firm."
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