Granville's estate

"Long time no see, Alred."

It was Sologne Grostedt, who had so despicably deceived Allerde, and nearly ruined the whole de Granville family, who entered after the two gypsy men, but the liar As if those despicable activities had never happened at all, he even greeted the two of them in the same way: "It seems that you are doing well."

"You—you vile liar, criminal, heretic who deserves to be hanged on the gallows! How dare you stand here and talk to me!"

Alred almost instinctively wanted to take out his pistol and aim it at Sologne, but when he fumbled in his pocket, he realized that his gun was in the study on the second floor—someone Who would have thought that Sologne Grostedt would dare to walk into 79 St. George Street without any hesitation?

"Don't be so nervous, Alred, I'm not here for you today, and I don't plan to do anything to you."

Facing Alred's anger and vigilance, Sologne just folded his hands and was completely unmoved. He didn't even look at the old Peter who was quietly retreating to the door: "I was just entrusted by someone to take This thing," he gestured with his chin to the still struggling man in the bag, "bring it to her, that's all."

"In that case, I have to thank you for your kind 'not going to do anything to us'!"

Alred replied gritting his teeth. He warned himself not to believe anything the liar said, but he still gave Moina an uncontrollable look: "You asked him to come?"

"I gave him a sum of money and asked him to help me find someone."

Moina answered very calmly, wiped her hands on the skirt of her skirt, then took a candle and walked towards the gypsy, as if to look into the bag by its light. who the hell is.

"Sorone, it seems that your popularity is not very good."

The two gypsy men were completely unaffected by the tense atmosphere here. They giggled and threw the bag they brought in on the ground, and one of them kicked the bag twice, in exchange for the pain and boredom of the people inside. Hmph: "How come there are enemies who want your life everywhere?"

These gypsies spoke in a strange way. After taunting Sologne, they began to untie the rope that tied the cloth bag, and when they pulled down the mouth of the cloth bag and let the people inside show their faces , even Alred and Louis, who were confronting Sologne, were taken aback.

"Villiers du Turner!"

The one who was put in the cloth bag as a "potato" was the college student they couldn't find, but he looked a bit miserable now, making people wonder if he was beaten up before he was put in the bag Of: Villiers du Turner's originally handsome and beautiful face was covered with redness and bruises, and his eyes were so black that it seemed that someone had punched him several times; in order to match the identity of this college student, a gypsy They also stripped him of his original clothes, and put him in the kind of rough bristle shirt that ascetics would wear, and stuffed a stinking rag into his mouth.

It goes without saying that Villiers du Turner suffered so much in such a cold weather, so that when he recognized Alred and Louis, his expression was that he was saved first Surprise, which then turned into deep terror; unable to speak because his mouth was gagged, he could only hum incessantly, trying desperately to lift himself up to St. The people of Street 79 begged for mercy.

"It took us a lot of effort to catch him."

Said a gypsy to Moina, who grinningly patted Villiers on the head as if it were a leather pouch filled with water: "This man hides himself in an apartment, thinking that no one will I can't find him, hey, he still wanted to run when Sorone led us to find him, and we had to beat him up before he honestly admitted that he was that Temo."

Even the most imaginative of home would not have dreamed of such bizarre things in the world: Sologne Grostedt and Villiers du Turner, both of Allerde and The liar Louis hated the most, but now they appeared together at 79 St. George Street, and even one of them was kidnapped by the other!

Perhaps it was the sentence "Villiers du Turner" that alarmed Joseph who was staying beside Mary. He walked to the door of the storage room and took a look. When he realized that the figure lying on the ground was very familiar, he was very angry. The boy rushed out almost immediately.

"asshole!"

Joseph yelled, he rushed to Villiers' side, kicked Villiers on the waist, and then kicked the college student between his legs heavily.

Going down these two legs (especially the second leg!), the bound college student suddenly felt so painful that his whole body was bent into a boiled shrimp. However, Joseph still couldn't let go of his hatred. In his extreme anger, he picked up the chair closest to him and was about to smash it on Villiers' head: "You liar, go to hell!"

If the chair in Joseph's hand really fell down, then Villiers du Turner would probably really go to hell to confess his crimes, but the two gypsies saw his behavior and immediately He reached out and grabbed the chair he was about to throw down.

"Hey, boy."

The gypsies and Joseph fought over the deadly chair, and one of them, speaking with a strange Parisian accent, said to Joseph, "You can hit this guy all you want, but you can't kill him."

"Ahhh!"

They only stalemate for a while, and Joseph lost his patience. As soon as he dropped the furniture in his hand, he threw himself at Villiers, grabbed the college student by his collar and slapped him several times, and then stood up again. , kicking and kicking Villiers.

Although Joseph's behavior was very violent, none of the people in St. George Street 79 thought that the college student was pitiful. After the two gypsies took the chair away, they smiled and watched Joseph beat up the people on the ground. They even pointed out which vulnerable position Joseph should choose to attack.

Since even the owner here didn't intend to stop Joseph, Sologne Grostedt naturally wouldn't stop him even more. Even though the college student was beaten and screamed, he didn't even frown.

"I didn't intend to meet you again." He said to Alred, then turned to look at Moina: "But Mary found me, since she wants me to bring this man to you, then Say hello by the way, of course, I guess you don't want to see me."

He said "Mary" instead of "Moina," and it took Louis a moment to realize who he was referring to—so Moina had said she "didn't know Sologne was in the Where" is undoubtedly a lie.

"If you would go to prison yourself and confess your crimes, I would be more than happy to see you every day until you were hanged on the gallows."

Alrede was in a much annoyed mood than Louis, and he already understood what the money Moina asked him for that day was used for: "If I knew that a few hundred francs could get you to show up, I should have Put an ad in the paper so you can get more."

For his hidden irony, Sologne just folded his hands on his chest, and his expression didn't even change for it.

"A few hundred francs is not enough for me to do things for you." Sologne said, he didn't look like he was joking: "As for the price of selling myself, it will be more expensive, and you can't afford it." .”

"Why, did Mary give you tens of millions of francs to make you willing to come here today?"

"It's different." Sologne said, this time he didn't turn his head to look at Moina again: "When familiar customers come to buy things again, the price will always be cheaper."

The meaning of these words is obvious - those who are not familiar with him should not count on his kindness. This made Alrede almost unbearable. Regardless of Louis' obstruction, he strode towards Sologne with great strides.

"Sologne Grostedt!"

He growled and grabbed Sologne by the collar, but the businessman who claimed to be only doing things for money just looked down and frowned slightly: "Alred, I don't want to pay for the laundry just yet. "

"You bastard!"

Alred was almost pissed off by Sologne, he wanted to send the person in front of him to prison immediately: "How dare you talk to me like that! Your fake tea almost ruined You have ruined my family's reputation, and cheated me of so much money! Give me back all my money, or you won't be able to get out of here today!"

"I only have twenty francs with me. If you want, I can give you all." Sologne said very calmly, and there was not even a bit of panic on his face that he had done something illegal: " As for whether I can get out of here, I'm afraid it's something you can't decide, so don't waste your efforts, Alred, since I dare to come by myself, I can go by myself."

"you!"

When Alred was gasping for breath from Sologne, on the other side of the living room, Moina finally stopped the angry Joseph. At this time, Villiers had already been beaten black and blue by the servant up.

"I say, M. Villiers."

Although facing the person who despicably betrayed Mary, Moina smiled like a flower. She took out two handkerchiefs from nowhere and folded them gracefully: "I can let you talk, but, It's so late at night, you can't wake up our neighbors by yelling, or I will punish you."

This is really great news for Villiers, he hummed, nodded repeatedly, and even squeezed out a greasy smile - but this gentleman probably doesn't know what he is now The look, the smile on the face that was red, swollen and bruised, no matter how you look at it, it is disgusting.

Moina didn't seem to see Villiers' flattering smile trying to show her charm. She held a handkerchief in one hand and took out the rag stuffed in Villiers' mouth with the other hand.

"Someone-"

As soon as he was free to speak, Villiers du Turner immediately reneged on the promise he had just made. He tried his best to let his cries for help be heard, but Moina's movements were even stronger than his. hurry up -

Before Villiers uttered the second cry for help, she covered the college student's mouth and nose with the handkerchief in her hand, and then Moina pressed her whole body onto it.

"No, no, no!"

The thick handkerchief and the woman's weight can not only cover up all the cries for help, but also make people suffocate because they can't breathe. Villiers can't resist because his hands and feet are bound. It doesn't take half a minute. His face turned purple visibly, and the strength of his struggle gradually weakened.

"My God, Moina!"

All this happened so fast that no one could have imagined that a woman like Moyna would have such courage. By the time the others reacted, Villiers was about to be smothered to death by Moyna: "Moyna Na, let go, he is about to suffocate!"

"Ah, it doesn't matter."

Moina said that she even had a sweet smile on her face, as if what she was doing was not something close to murder-only to say that this woman was worthy of the title of "mad woman": "I know when It's time to let go, oh, really, didn't I give him a chance?"