Crown of Silence

Chapter 453 A shoe without embroidery

By the time Ye Qingxuan's carriage arrived, the Tower of Judgment had been broken into two pieces.

The flames had been extinguished, and thick smoke billowed out, then dissipated in the summoned hurricane.

The half-broken tower collapsed to the ground, crushed the wall, and fell into a certain department building, like a sharp sword, splitting a building into two.

The Knights Templar had been ordered into the city and cordoned off the entire place.

In order to prevent unrest, the cult even dispatched a detachment of gospel armors. Sixteen gospel armors hung high in the sky, sighing that the swords were stained red with blood.

The chaos was forcibly suppressed before it sprouted, but when Ye Qingxuan saw this scene, he still couldn't help but gasp.

The revolutionary army actually caused such a big mess in the Holy City?

"what 's wrong?"

Wolf Flute looked at the sweaty warden.

While incarcerated and under guard, the warden's face turned pale and he was trembling and speechless. If such a big thing happened, even if it was not his fault, I'm afraid the warden would have come to an end.

Members of the Silent Organization wearing black uniforms came forward and whispered a few words to Wolf Flute, and Wolf Flute's complexion turned livid.

"Those bastards!"

He gritted his teeth, "Hijacked the new airship that was launched for testing today, and directly smashed the Tower of Judgment! Fortunately, there are martial law zones for several kilometers around, and there are no civilians, otherwise..."

Ye Qingxuan was silent and looked back towards the city center.

If those guys collided directly there...

Thinking of the consequences then, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but take a breath of air.

Soon, a twisted black airship was cleared from the ruins. Amidst the roaring music, the steel bird, which was tens of meters long and weighed sixteen tons, was suspended in the air, completely changed beyond recognition.

"Where are the casualties?" Langdi asked.

"Forty-four died."

The investigator replied: "Injured people...are almost everywhere. Now most of the prisoners have been transferred to two other prisons. Some people tried to riot and escape, and more than thirty people died."

Having said this, he raised his head and glanced at the gospel armor in the sky, sighing silently that the blood on the sword was still wet.

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time and looked at Langdi.

"Is it worth it?" he asked.

In order to find out the plans of the revolutionary army, is it really worth paying such heavy casualties just at the beginning?

"Even if we don't investigate, they will still rob the prison."

Langdi's eyes flashed with a manic green light: "Those bastards are really brave... They actually made such a big news."

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, stepped on the broken tower through the cracks, and stared at the Tower of Judgment in the distance where the black smoke had not dissipated.

To put it bluntly, the Holy City doesn't care if it's unlucky.

He was more worried about another thing...

Soon, Wolf Flute threw a pass into his arms, and the two of them passed through the layers of security and defenses and headed towards the Tower of Judgment. The further up you go, the more tragic the scene becomes.

When they advanced to the crack, the stairs were already covered in dried blood. After stepping on them, they felt a disgusting sticky feeling.

There were seven corpses that were not buried by the broken wall. They were frozen in the increasingly cold wind at high altitudes, and even their blood was frozen.

A silent musician squatted next to the corpse and ran his fingers over the wound. "It was a quick move. The throat was slit in an instant - the person who did it was someone he didn't expect. He didn't react until he died."

"Internal response?"

"Perhaps." The Silent Musician nodded: "We do not rule out the possibility of illusion."

Ye Qingxuan stood in front of the broken cell door, staring down at the simple interior - this was Charles' cell. But inside it was already in ruins.

He bent down and carefully collected a few scraps of paper from the broken bed board.

It was a graffiti that Charles drew when he was extremely bored. It was ugly, random, and without any value.

Someone stopped him and said, "This is evidence and cannot be taken away."

Ye Qingxuan didn't move, just looked up at him. Langdi stopped the man: "It's not an important thing, just let him take it."

The man hesitated and nodded.

Ye Qingxuan folded them carefully and put them in his notebook.

The silent musician next to him opened his eyes, "The reading of the on-site ether has been completed. The noise is too disturbing. They brought a jamming device, and all the records we can read have been overwritten."

Wolf Flute waved his hand, "Let go of as many as you can find."

Soon, amid the deep sound of the cello, chaotic ether gathered, and light and shadow reappeared.

In the image full of noise and white spots, only a few blurry figures could be seen, and several fragments flashed intermittently. It can be vaguely seen that the group of people rushed in and started killing.

Constantine walked out of the cage and put on black clothes.

Finally, he stretched out his hand and said something to someone.

As if he sensed a spy from the future, in the corner, a certain figure suddenly raised his head, with a pair of strange purple eyes on his blurry face that caught people's attention.

The scene ended abruptly, and all records were erased.

"There's literally nothing left."

Wolf Flute sighed: "How did those guys leave? Don't tell me, we don't even know how those bastards left the scene."

"...and there's even worse news."

A musician wearing white gloves handed over a pair of shoes. The style of the shoes was old-fashioned and ugly. The size was 40. The shoe clasp was printed with the logo of the Ministry of Absolution. It was a winter shoe uniformly distributed to prisoners in the prison, but it was not warm. Prisoners generally complained that it was uncomfortable to wear and had to be padded with several layers of toilet paper.

Wolf Flute was stunned for a moment, took the shoes, drew his knife, and pried open the soles. A piece of metal the size of a fingernail fell from the gap and fell to the ground, making a chilling crisp sound.

He fell into silence.

Those were Charles' shoes.

The Silent Agency put the special tracking media into Charles' shoes so that they could lock Charles' location and range at any time in the future. But unexpectedly, this shoe was not worn by Charles, but appeared here instead.

A group of escaped prisoners who were racing against time actually had the leisure to change their shoes in prison?

Or was this the only shoe that was replaced?

Since this shoe was exposed, then what about Charles?

"It may not be as bad as you think."

Ye Qingxuan took the shoe, his expression was not angry or anxious, his eyes were silent, and after a long time he said: "This shoe may be thrown here by him on purpose."

"Hmm?" Lang Di frowned: "There is no reason for him to do this?"

"Maybe he is sending us some signal."

Ye Qingxuan fell into deep thought: "He may have discovered something, and in order to remind us, he can only take off this shoe...take it off..."

Before he finished speaking, he was stunned. Soon, he looked up and looked at Lang Di: "Search the ruins, is there a body with only one shoe on its feet!"

Ten minutes later, a collapsed wall was lifted up, revealing a body that was crushed to pieces underneath.

There was nothing on the bare left foot of the body.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and measured it with his fingers.

It was not too big or too small, that foot was exactly forty yards.

"Sure enough..."

Ye Qingxuan whispered softly, his expression became gloomy.

His guess was confirmed: Charles took off the shoes on his own initiative. Because he found that if he wore shoes, he would definitely expose his identity.

He turned around and looked at Lang Di.

"There are two possibilities now."

His voice sounded directly from Lang Di's heart: "Among the people who came to rescue, there is a master of the School of Revelation who cleaned up all the records at the scene and found the medium in the shoes. Charles had to throw away his shoes."

"What about the other one?"

"The other one is even worse."

Ye Qingxuan's voice turned cold: "Charles had to change a shoe to protect himself. It is even possible that the people of the Revolutionary Army already knew that there was something wrong with the undercover's shoes.

In other words...

- Silent Agency, there is a ghost."

Lang Di was silent, and his expression turned livid.

"Whether there is a traitor or not, we cannot be sure yet. For now, we must first find where Charles and the others are. Otherwise, the whole undercover plan is simply a joke."

Ye Qingxuan asked: "Isn't this the only preparation of the Silent Agency?"

"There are others."

Wolf Flute nodded: "Before he went to prison, to ensure everything, I personally injected Charles with a tracking agent. Within a few months, his endocrine system will have some problems, sweat will increase, and the residue will last longer. As long as he is still in the Holy City, my wolf will be able to find him.

But it takes time..."

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time, and nodded slowly: "For now, this is the only way. I hope that Charles will not encounter any accidents."

No one thought that the undercover plan was in trouble from the beginning.

After losing all clues, they could only wait passively.

From that day on, Charles and the Revolutionary Army disappeared.

No one saw him alive, and no one saw his body dead.