Flowers, Swords and France

It was already early in the morning, and the once bustling city had fallen into darkness. √∟Dian Dian Novel, once bustling with people, there are no more pedestrians. The city's world-renowned lights are now only a few sparks, like an isolated island in the darkness, which cannot bring much light to the world, and further highlights the depth of this darkness.

The weather has not been very good lately, the sky is always overcast and it rarely clears up. Starting from midnight, drizzle began to fall from the sky, making the streets even more deserted.

The drizzle in early winter brings a biting chill, seeping through every crack in the human body, as if it is freezing people. It seems like it will snow soon?

However, this biting chill cannot drive away the boiling blood in people's hearts.

In the cold wind that hit her face, Laura walked forward without squinting, without any hesitation in her steps.

Although she was wearing thick men's clothing, she could not completely resist the cold in the drizzle. But even so, she still did not feel the cold, because... the blazing passion in her heart had provided her with countless amounts of heat. Make her fearless.

She was as light as a swallow, walking quickly on the path that had been memorized countless times in her heart, almost as if she was rushing - because she knew that the time left for her was too little to waste. As she walked, she carefully lowered the brim of her hat to ensure that no one could see her face clearly. At the same time, she held the gun tightly in her hand to prevent any accidents on the road.

Yes, even in this kind of weather, even if she chose very remote paths. There can be no people on the road at all.

Some people, like her, were also wearing hidden clothes and walking in a hurry. They seemed to be holding the same ulterior secrets; while some people were talking in jargon with prostitutes in the darkness on the street corner, agreeing on the funds needed for the next pleasure; some drunkards ignored the cold weather. Lying on the ground, screaming loudly, giving everything an unrealistic color.

Laura turned a deaf ear to this and just walked forward, her footsteps rapid and rhythmic, as if it was a short movement like the wind. This scene is full of dirty and rough atmosphere. Originally, there was absolutely no chance for this banker's eldest lady. However, for the sake of the ideal and glorious goal. She could endure it all.

Water and mud stained her trousers, drawing strange lines.

In the darkness where no one was watching, along the route in her memory, she came to the Seine River.

The sound of the river flowing quietly was like a soft and soothing short movement, which slightly cooled down the boiling passion in her heart. She stood quietly by the river, looked at the other side, and then took a deep breath.

Then, she frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied with the smell coming from her nose.

The Seine of this era. Of course it won't be as clear as in the 21st century, because people discharge sewage and garbage into it, it is dark in color and emits an unpleasant smell. Sometimes there would be a few nameless corpses floating around - this was certainly not a good experience for Laura.

For some reason, Laura suddenly smiled bitterly.

She quietly looked at the sparse lights on the other side. He stayed in trance for a moment.

The wind blew freely on both sides of the Seine River, making Laura's face ache slightly.

Everything seemed to fall silent. Only the sound of the flowing river was left, and the whole city and the whole country seemed to be looking at her. There are flickering lights in front of my eyes. It seems like someone is asking - what on earth are you doing!

I'm doing what I have to do.

She answered coldly in her heart.

Then, she turned around and walked along the river without any pause - a moment of calm, just for the next more fiery explosion.

As she walked, she looked up, looking for bridges in her memory.

In 1896, in order to commemorate the Russian Tsar Alexander III who concluded an alliance with France, a bridge named 'Alexander III' will be built here. This unique single-span steel arch bridge will be built here because of its shape and its With its exquisite sculptures, it is generally considered the most gorgeous bridge in Paris. Of course, there was no trace of the bridge at this time and place, so she had to walk a little further to find a bridge large enough to cross the Seine.

After walking for a while, she finally walked along the bridge in her memory and reached the other side of the river.

The drizzle slowly washed the earth with a layer of moisture, making everything look a little hazy.

At this time, Laura had slowed down and adjusted her breathing so that she could quickly regain her energy.

Because she knew that her destination was coming soon.

After walking carefully through the streets for a while, she came to the door of a small mansion. Then she raised her head and looked carefully at the bedroom window in the distance.

Well, there is no light in the bedroom.

It seemed that he had fallen asleep as he expected.

This was one of several temporary residences for his brother. Sometimes when it was too late to go home after playing outside, young Mr. Maurice de Beauvin would rest in this place. In the past few years, she has already understood the terrain here and even several of her brother's other footholds clearly. There is probably no one in the world who knows her brother's whereabouts better than her.

When she knew in advance that her brother would hold an event with friends nearby tonight, she was sure that her brother would come back here to rest after partying with friends - because he didn't dare to go home with a full body of alcohol.

This is exactly why Laura chose to take action tonight after careful consideration - no one will sleep more deeply than those who fall asleep after being drunk.

Ignoring the locked gate, Laura went straight to the side of the iron fence, and then found the gap she had sawed in advance in a bunch of vines.

Then, she quickly slipped in through the gap without making any sound.

There is a lawn in the front yard of the mansion. There are some small bonsai in the lawn. Laura carefully bypassed these obstacles. Walked to the side of the mansion.

Then, she suddenly stopped. Instead of going around to the front to enter the mansion.

It wasn't because she didn't know the way. She knew the layout of the mansion very well. The first floor was a dining room, a living room, and a billiard room. There was a staircase in the living room that led to the second floor. The bedroom on the left of the second floor was where her brother was sleeping.

Over the years, she had plenty of opportunities to survey these places and make various arrangements.

However, she didn't plan to take this route.

Because her brother's bodyguard was also sleeping soundly on the first floor. Although she had a copy of the key to the mansion. But she didn't have the confidence that she could not make any noise that would wake him up.

However, this difficulty was not difficult for her at all. She had already made countless preparations for this and spent a lot of effort.

Following her memory, she found the tree in the front yard.

Laura reached out and stroked the wrinkled, rubbed trunk, and then... her hand stopped.

Found it.

She pulled lightly, and the rope that she had previously stuck to the trunk and disguised as part of the trunk was freed from the trunk.

Great!

Abnormal ecstasy. Swelled into her heart.

Sure enough, everything was just as planned.

In this temporary residence, usually the housekeepers were asked to clean it up, and no one would pay attention to what was wrong with the tree trunk.

There was no time to be too happy. She immediately calmed down and climbed up the tree trunk along the rope.

At this time, the rain was getting heavier. The drizzle turned into thick raindrops, hitting the ground with a crisp sound.

But Laura turned a deaf ear to it. She walked slowly forward along a thick branch. Her eyes were only on the balcony in front of her.

In the wind and rain, the branches swayed slightly, and she could hardly keep her balance, so she could only slowly rub to the front.

Getting closer and closer, only the last section of the road is left...

However, to Laura's surprise, perhaps because of the recent weather, some dry branches were much weaker than she expected, and they were swaying in the wind and rain, and they made a slight but ominous snapping sound.

Amid such violent shaking, Laura closed her eyes.

Then, let's gamble on our luck this time!

Either win everything, or let everything become a sad joke.

She stood on the tip of the branch and then pounced forward lightly.

She succeeded.

She stretched her hands desperately, and at the last moment before falling, she finally grabbed the balcony, and then she stuck to the edge of the balcony.

The dull sound was covered by the sound of wind and rain, and did not cause any commotion in the dark night.

This balcony is attached to an empty guest room. The door leading to the guest room is usually locked, but...it's just a look.

With just a gentle push, the broken latch instantly fell off, and then she walked in gently.

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The carpet absorbed her footsteps without making any sound. She walked into the room and gently opened the closet.

After removing the cover of a pile of clothes, she found what she wanted in the depths of the closet.

A bunch of copper keys exuded a metallic luster in the depths.

Then, she gently picked up the keys, walked to the door of the room, and gently opened the door.

Then, she walked gently into the corridor.

The thick walls isolated the wind and rain outside. The long-lost warmth made her, who was soaked, feel an unspeakable chill. She suddenly felt her nose itchy and almost wanted to sneeze.

Fortunately, she immediately realized it and forcibly suppressed her impulse, so she didn't make such a sad joke.

She took advantage of her face and moved forward gently along the corridor.

I'm afraid she herself didn't know how terrible she looked at the moment.

After a short but seemingly very long walk, she finally stopped in front of a door, took out the key, and gently opened the door.

This is the dressing room, and from here, she will open another door and walk to the end of her journey.

That is the final destination of her life's long-cherished wish.

Even she herself couldn't believe that she was so calm at this moment.

She walked to the door and took out the last key.

This key looked so light, but it seemed to be very heavy.

However, despite a slight tremor, she still delivered the key to the door.

She tried to control the force, letting the key slide slightly from the keyhole, and then went deep into the bottom, then she gently began to turn the key...

The sin was finally approaching its end.

The door opened slightly, revealing a slight crack.

Through the crack, she carefully glanced at the bed inside.

She had already made plans in her mind beforehand. If her brother brought a woman here to continue playing for a while after partying tonight... that meant that she would have to kill one more person, and there was absolutely no room for maneuver.

What made her deeply relieved was that there seemed to be only one figure on the bed inside.

It seemed that her brother was already very tired at the party, so he didn't want to do any after-school activities.

She slowly pushed the door open and walked in gently.

The young man sleeping soundly on the bed would never have expected that at this moment, a terrifying black shadow would be so close to him.

Laura walked forward step by step, her eyes never leaving her brother.

As time passed, Laura got closer and closer to the bed, and finally, she stopped at the head of the bed.

She was now fully armed, and the person opposite her was indeed defenseless.

She held the gun in her left hand, but she knew in her heart that this was only the last resort and must not be used unless it was absolutely necessary.

If she wanted to solve the problem smoothly, then everything could only rely on the dagger in her right hand.

She silently watched the young man lying on the bed.

Because he was drunk just now, he slept very deeply.

Under Laura's gaze, his face was ruddy, and his expression was calm, sleeping like a child.

He was indeed such a happy young man! If he was not her brother, he would probably be able to live happily forever.

Laura suddenly sneered in her heart.

At this time, what's the point of lamenting about such things?

She slowly raised her right hand, and then put the gun in her left hand aside.

Her breathing was slightly scattered, and the hand holding the dagger tightly turned white because of excessive force.

To kill someone with a gun, all you need is the strength and impulse to pull the trigger, but killing someone with a dagger is completely different. It requires full concentration, full effort, and a resolute ruthlessness...

But she has all these things.

In Laura's eyes, her brother's expression is as innocent as a victim.

I can't watch it anymore.

Then, goodbye, sir!

She yelled in her heart, then picked up the pillow with her left hand to cover her brother's mouth, and at the same time, her right hand stabbed hard into his heart...

"clang!" (To be continued...)