No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Suzuki Joe Bridge did not speak, and looked at his hand holding the collar with cold eyes.

The store manager Blake came to his senses in an instant, and quickly reached out to smooth the wrinkles on his clothes, and kept apologizing:

"Sorry, sir, I really didn't mean it. If you know about my son, please tell me all about it?"

"Mr. Black, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

The store manager vaguely guessed Suzuki Qiaoqiao's attempt, and asked uncertainly:

"Is this about my son?"

"Yes."

Bell has been missing for six or seven days so far, as if the world had evaporated, disappearing directly from the city of London.

In addition to posting missing people notices around, he has also been to the poor areas of the East End.

No one has ever seen the child there, the clues are completely cut off,

With no news for a long time, Blake had already guessed that the child might have suffered an accident.

He raised his head, and for a moment seemed to have aged several years.

"Please tell me what the bad news is."

It's great to have such courage to accept reality.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao nodded approvingly, feeling that he had not found the wrong person this time.

"The bad news is that your child Bell was killed by someone big."

Blake saw that the material of the customer's clothes was particular, not like an ordinary family.

The other party is not a poor man, so he wouldn't make a special trip to make such a joke.

Therefore, the authenticity of the information he provided is very high.

"Oh no, God."

Even though he was prepared in his heart, Blake still couldn't accept it when he heard the bad news.

The days of hard searching have exhausted the single father's energy.

The pain of losing a child completely broke down the tight psychological line of defense.

"Sir, I know this will make you very embarrassed. But can you tell me who the murderer is?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao did not answer, but emphasized: "There is another good news, don't you want to hear it?"

Blake's body was limp, and he sat down with his hands on the chair.

Now that his son is dead, any news is not good news for him.

"If you don't want to hear it, then I'll leave."

Seeing what the customer said, Blake had no choice but to cooperate weakly:

"Excuse me, sir, can you tell me what the good news is?"

"The good news is that you have the opportunity to personally kill the demon that killed your son. Are you willing to participate?"

"I……"

Blake didn't know what to choose, rubbing his hair in pain, struggling a lot inside.

If the murderer is a big shot, it's definitely useless to find the police, they are the watchdogs of the aristocracy.

Listen to the other party's meaning and want him to participate in this revenge.

In other words, it is to act as a swordsman.

Is it really worth it?

Blake sighed, staring at the framed photo with his son.

In the photo, Bell smiled so innocently, like an elves in the world, without any dust.

"It's not good for me to take care of my son. If he is killed and killed, he is not qualified to go to heaven. Since the devil is in the world, let me accompany him to hell! However, if you lie with a fake news box, I will never spare you!"

Suzuki Takahashi took out the information that Professor Moriarty had collected before, and put it on the table:

"As long as you are willing to listen to me, the devil will get the punishment it deserves."

Chapter 327

Blake reached out to pick up the information and checked it in a muffled voice.

The rows of text and pictures once again shocked his overwhelmed heart.

"This is real?"

"Of course, I'll be going to the next victim in a while. What, you want to come together?"

Blake lowered his eyebrows, his expression solemn.

If this big man really committed so many sins.

He is willing to do anything, whether it is doing things for heaven or avenging his son.

"Sir, what do you need me to do?"

"Don't worry, you can't do this alone, I have to find a few more people."

Blake frowned slightly and asked tentatively:

"Are the others reliable?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao paused for a while and took the information into his arms:

"They are just like you. The child is either missing or seriously injured. The reason I came to the door was because I felt that this demon who is a disaster for the world should be judged by your own hands. Get a good night's sleep today, and I will come to you tomorrow."

Seeing that the customer was about to leave, Blake stopped him:

"Sir, can I go with you?"

He never asked Suzuki Takahashi's name because there was no need for that.

To be a knife to others, one must have the consciousness of being a knife.

The purpose of both sides is the same, that is, to let the big man get the punishment he deserves.

"also."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao nodded and did not refuse:

"It's still early, you can walk with me if it's convenient for you."

"Okay, please wait for me."

Blake put on his voluminous coat, put on his hat, closed the store and set off.

...

The two left Downing Street and walked across several blocks to the suburbs.

Suzuki Joe Bridge is unfamiliar with the road conditions in London and needs a map guide.

Blake watched, guessing he was from outside London, but didn't say much.

As long as the son was really killed by the big man, we can unite to kill him.

As for the rest, it doesn't matter.

He only agreed to participate in revenge with the consciousness of perishing together.

Half an hour later, the two came to the horse farm in the suburbs of the Eastern District.

As Britain entered the industrial age, several railway tracks were laid around London.

The emergence of trains has severely impacted the traditional horse-raising and renting industry.

This larger tin box is capable of carrying goods, and it is faster and the price is gradually reduced.

As a result, the horse farm that has become a sunset red industry, the business is not as good as the day.

Across the slightly muddy grass, a man in grey sackcloth sat on a stake.

He saw two well-dressed people coming over, thinking that there was business coming:

"Sir, are you here to rent a horse?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao took off his hat, saluted a gentleman, and asked:

"Are you Wallace?"

"That's right, do you have anything to do with me?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao looked around and determined that no outsiders were present, so he went straight to the topic:

"Sir, the murderer who hurt your child has been found."

Wallace's eyes widened in disbelief:

"You... what did you say?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao can understand the other party's excitement, and took out the information from his arms and handed it out:

"The murderer who hurt your child has been found. This man named Blake has the same experience as you. It's just that his son died a few days ago."

Wallace looked complicated, and glanced at the man with thick dark circles in front of him.

He completely felt the pain of losing a child.

Seeing the shocking contents on the documents, Wallace's body was shaking.

"Oh God, please punish this unforgivable demon."

Blake grinned bitterly, as if wearing a mask of pain, and smiled stiffly:

"What has happened can't be undone. I came here this time to let that devil get the retribution it deserves!"

Wallace suddenly understood, and the two wanted to bring themselves into the gang, and asked:

"Sir, I'm just a horse breeder, what can I do?"

"Don't worry about this, we will give you the corresponding division of labor. Mr. Wallace, can we visit your child?"