Guilty Records

Hearing this?, he looked at this man in disbelief, as if he was listening to a fantasy story. He didn't understand what was so special about him?Even now, Evan Si is still pressing him to investigate everything. Could it be that he still wants to get himself involved in the murder case?what is the benefit!

Erwin? Didn't speak? Just stared at him frivolously, gulping down fine wine. Under the glass window? There was a luxurious hall full of extravagance. There were quite handsome people? People laughed and chatted, socialized, and Under the refraction of the candlelight, there was a dazzling light, and the extravagant candlelight reflected on half of Evan's face on the second floor. Tang Zhibai could feel sharply and clearly that there was something in his words.

It's a pity that he can't figure it out now, and the two of them are speechless.

Tang Zhibai couldn't stand the atmosphere for a while, so he sneered for no reason, "What charm do I have? Sergeant Evans is going to chase after me?"

"This is a toast to you." Evan Si took off his hat, raised his glass to him and comforted him, "Relax... the previous murder has nothing to do with you, I don't want to be nosy about the Duke, I said If I won’t report you, I guarantee that I won’t put you in danger.”

"Isn't Mr. Evans busy with his own business?" He couldn't help laughing.

Evan Si shook his glass drunkenly, as if he was indulging in the bright and dazzling light of the wine, "Besides, I'm still young? Want to live a few more years? I'll arrest you, that lunatic will get Cut me to pieces, maybe? Tomorrow my dead body will be on the front page of the newspaper."

This most obvious hint instantly made Tang Zhibai furious. At the same time, there was a trace of worry in his heart, as if embarrassed by being exposed, he could only stare at this presumptuous man angrily, "What the hell are you trying to say?! If What did you say? It's still like this? It's not pleasant! Please, leave my box now!"

"Don't be angry, little wild cat." Evan Si chuckled, "Someone? Tell me that your temper is like a wild cat. It looks good, but in fact, it will explode when you are violated. It's really so..."

Tang Zhibai frowned, and looked at his watch. There was no kindness in Evan Si's words. He understood many things, but he didn't want to argue.

He really felt that there was no need to chat today. He stood up and wanted to leave here...

Evan Si's joking voice came from behind, "Don't rush away, I said that you were not responsible for those murders, but I didn't say that it had nothing to do with you."

The light voice, those terrifying thoughts? Tang Zhibai's heart skipped a beat. He stopped, his fingers behind him tightly grasped the corner of the table, and he turned around with a stern face, "Does Sergeant Evans have to be so aggressive? ?"

"Other people say that there is a man beside Louis Anjou who has been with him for many years. He hides him very well and keeps him in his comfort zone like a prostitute. That man It must be a beautiful-looking monster with superb skills on the bed..." Evan tapped his finger on the wine glass, making a series of crisp and pleasant sounds. "But I know this man? So, I never feel that he is humble by Anjou's side."

The continuous insulting words fell down, who is a normal man with dignity? Hearing such comments from the outside world, he was already annoyed, but when he heard it in his ears, Tang Zhibai calmed down instead.He really cared about dignity, but since he was a child, he never felt that being with Louis was a shameful thing, other people? No matter how slanderous or slanderous he was, the happy life and happiness were always his own.

As if returning to the time when he was negotiating deals with the powerful and fighting for his rights and interests, he turned around indifferently, sat down, picked up the wine that Evan Si poured for him at the beginning, and took a sip, "You say, even if it's these The murder has something to do with me? Sheriff Evans, what can you do to me? Use me to threaten Louis Anjou? This is a good choice, but you, Sheriff Evans, have no right It's really hard to come to this position by yourself, but now you want to use me to kill Louis, aren't you so? Stupid person? Ah."

Evan Si leaned on the sofa, shrugged indifferently, and raised his hand to signal him to continue.

"Dave Caveto's family has long been defeated. What can you gain from it? Benefits? Even..." Speaking of this matter, Tang Zhibai paused for a moment before continuing, "Even if you take Snow Tuart's old account is brought out again, now that the queen is too busy to take care of herself due to the war, part of the labor force and law and order in the city of London have to rely on gangs, she will not just listen to your one-sided words, and spend a lot of time trying to judge the Anjou family."

Evan Si laughed out loud with self-deprecating, "Yes, what an ironic thing. The security of a country cannot be managed by the police, but by gangsters who sell military supplies."

As he said that, he drank all the wine in his hand, and the wine trickled down from both sides of his beard. He felt that it was not satisfying, so he opened the wine glass and blew on the bottle in his hand.

Tang Zhibai frowned, and said in disgust, "I don't want to talk to a drunkard?"

Evan Stan didn't care. He wiped the corner of his mouth violently. He held the wine bottle in his left hand and lit the glass with his right hand. "Did you see that man?"

Looking in the direction of the fingertips, he is a middle-aged man with a mustache. He is wearing an old-style fur coat and sitting in a corner drinking silently. His skin is sallow and looks depressed. He almost drank a glass of wine When he was young, the waiters walked around him disgustedly, but he still cared about the eyes of the people around him. Whenever someone looked at him, he tried his best to straighten his back.

Tang Zhibai just watched.did not speak?

"That's the former Baron Rupert VI, huh, he doesn't look like a nobleman, does he? Because the baron is fond of gambling, he didn't feel sorry for losing all his money overnight, and couldn't stand the turmoil of the current situation. He was so extravagant. A year ago, he gave your Anjou family the ancestral property and manor accumulated by King VI as collateral for gambling debts. The old baroness committed suicide in her house by taking poison to preserve her dignity. His wife and children are separated. He is a waste, and now he still comes to this place to find dignity..." Evan Si sighed.

"You see that person again?"

His fingertips slid across the glass and landed on another person. It was a well-dressed young man. A blond beauty spread her snow-white thighs dissolutely, in full view of everyone. Sitting on his lap? Just kidding, Tang Zhibai can tell at a glance? He is either rich or expensive, because in London, only nobles can pay attention to the style of clothes and how to match them? That person? Enjoy the beauty of this beauty, right now? Qing Tired, like many children of the new generation of rich and powerful, is nothing special.

"He is the sole heir of the Duke of Hill? The large area of ​​Somerset County is their family's territory. Some people are born to be kings. I have to say that they are destined to win at the race track. On the point? I won’t talk about the private life of the little duke. The Hill family is still a close relative of the royal family. It’s a pity that even such a family is engaged in human trafficking, transporting a large number of black slaves to America to earn money for their lives. They are still reselling military supplies to Tsarist Russia, disregarding the life and death of their people to make war windfalls."

Listening, Tang Zhibai felt depressed in his heart. He is not a saint, but he also has the perspective of God from the whole society. He understands that sorrow, joy and joy are inevitable in the development of society, so he can forgive and tolerate Louis without a bottom line.

But the air clogged in his chest made him more and more uncomfortable, and he said sullenly, "What do you want to say?"

"Don't worry, there's another one."

Evan Si smiled and pointed to another person. It was a young man with a disabled right arm and right leg. He sat at the bar and drank one sip after another. His eyes were cold and decadent, but his behavior and sitting posture were very This time, he said without waiting for Tang Zhibai to open his mouth, "That's the noncommissioned officer who just came back from the border battlefield this year. He was physically disabled because of the battle. He came back to the country to make up a little money, and there was no follow-up. Originally, there was no social subsidy at all, and his life was useless, so he came here to live on alcohol every day. He was a high-ranking military officer, otherwise no one would die tragically at the border? Just ignore him All of a sudden, it will only turn into a series of cold death tolls, and finally, report to our beloved Queen."

"I have been in London for so many years? This is my jurisdiction. I am familiar with everyone in this club. Rich people? They don't care if they spend a fortune. On the battlefield? They work for the country, but the politics of this country No one in the family? They don't care. In their eyes, the people are just poor and lowly ants. Those who have real power? They are also speeding up to hollow out this land behind their backs, and squeeze it out? Its last remaining value, this is this country The powerful and the system, very sad and ironic, right?"

Tang Zhibai looked at him silently, and asked lightly, "How do you know that the Hill family is reselling supplies to Tsarist Russia?"

Evan Si looked at him in surprise.

"Even the queen would not tolerate such a blatant betrayal of the country. Besides, the Duke of Hill is flourishing now. It can only be said that this matter is an absolute secret of Tsarist Russia. No one will know it. You How would an English policeman know?"

He recalled, "I remember you were an Italian? Not an Englishman? A Tsarist? . . . Pussycat . . . Is that him?"

Just as Evan Si got out of the wine bottle, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Little wild cat, I just like to talk to smart people like you."

"Are you the prince of Tsarist Russia, from Alyosha?" Although it was a question sentence, he looked at Evan Si with certainty.

Evan Si instead? Because he was right, on the sofa? Wrapped his arms around him and saluted him with one hand.

Tang Zhibai laughed sarcastically, "It seems that this country is really at the end of its rope. Even you, a hypocrite who seems to be concerned about the country and the people, is doing nothing."

"It's not worrying about the country and the people. I don't have such big feelings. It's just that someone wants to talk to you. As a middleman, I have to fulfill my obligations." Evan Si looked at it seriously He said, "Lin sued, the two countries are at war, and the common people suffer. If some things are done well, it can make everyone's life easier, isn't it good?"

Tang Zhibai lowered his head and played with the glass on the table with his fingers, making it difficult to see his face clearly.

After a long while, I slowly opened my mouth, "You really think highly of me. I'm just an exiled nobleman, and I don't have that great ability to change the social structure."

"Lin Su! You understand what I mean." Evan Si's eyes were bright, with burning eagerness.

Tang Zhibai said indifferently, "Sheriff Evan Si is so drunk and confused, it's very dangerous to casually tell civilians like me the military secrets of the war between the two countries. Spread the word, Louis will not kill you, The royal family will not let you go either. I won’t say anything, but I don’t think there is any need to continue today’s conversation, so I’m leaving…” After finishing speaking, he got up and left.

In fact, Evan Si revealed too many secrets to him, and he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles every second. If he continued to stay in this room, his face would not be able to collapse.

There are some things that can’t be passed by without the cruel descriptions in books. They happen around you. Seeing the experience with your own eyes will always make people feel uncomfortable and hopeless...

But he is just a mortal? What can he do?

"Ah……"

Evan Si stood up and looked at his back with a gloomy expression. He sneered loudly, "Lin Su is because you are drunk! Very drunk! On the throne? That woman? Has gone crazy, only Louis Anjou in England Strength? Intervene in these things. If you look at the Clinton District, you will know that you are not a cold-blooded butcher. The people think highly of him. Although he is also an out-and-out lunatic, because of you, he always maintains the bottom line, right? When that day really comes, will you let him go crazy? Go? Wouldn’t it be good to cooperate and win-win to help you gain real power in a legitimate way?”

"It's time for some drastic changes in this corrupt society."