[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

After Francis left Rome, he immediately drove to the airport and flew to Emerald, where he had a round with Hannibal.

When Francis arrived at the place where she played dress-up play with Sherlock last time, she suddenly felt that the time had changed.

When she thought of Sherlock, she would think of Mycroft, and remember the happy time before, she lowered her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she raised her eyes, she restored the Alexander who always had a huge empire.

She politely stepped forward and knocked on the door. Hannibal was still in a well-dressed three-piece suit with no wrinkles on it, let alone blood.

"Thank you for leaving me dessert, oh, that's sweet, doctor," Francis said with a smile.

Hannibal turned sideways to let Francis enter the house, and he closed the door smoothly: "The people who deal with the punks near her should not be your people."

"Augus is a good partner, and I think he's really like me." Francis raised an eyebrow at him.

"You're flattering yourself," said Hannibal, grinning at Francis and pulling out a pair of latex medical gloves. "Don't ruin your leather gloves. Did you wear Burberry? There's no bloody version of Burberry, The battle is going well."

"Oh, dear doctor, I use a Bloody Mary." Francis didn't like the smell of blood on her either, so she put on a bit of perfume, and she used her favorite Burberry perfume, "Our dear Miss or Mrs. Caesar Well. When I was here last time, I especially liked Caesar's black tea."

Hannibal walked into the kitchen and served a pot of black tea, and motioned to Francis, "So I'm going to prepare some black tea. To apologize, I didn't make it to your birthday."

"Oh, you are so sweet. Handsome as a butler in Buckingham Palace."

Hannibal opened the door for her, and Francis' eyes widened as he entered the room.

Several steel frames were set up in the middle of the room, and a hook was hung in the middle. Selene Caesar was hanging upside down on it, staring at her with wide eyes, and whining because of the cloth strips in her mouth.

Francis shook his head in wonder. "Oh, you're a genius, doctor. That's why it's so much fun. Nice to see you again, Mrs. Black, or Seth, Caesar."

She turned around Caesar, admiring the corners of her mouth raised, she tore off the cloth strip stuffed in her mouth, and smiled softly, like a cruel demon.

"It's really rude to treat a lady like this, doctor." Francis wanted to pinch her chin, because Caesar was hung upside down, and the posture was a bit awkward. She greeted friendlyly, "We meet again, I hope you still remember me."

"You? You are the neighbor Sophie Duran." Caesar said hesitantly.

"Oh, I'm so glad you remember me." Frances smiled and bent down to meet her eyes. "Do you know how long I've been looking forward to this meeting, without any pretense. I don't think you remember me, of course My mother is just one of thousands killed by your organization."

"Your mother? Who are you?"

Hannibal put a cane on the ground, and Francis took it and unscrewed the handle, revealing the cold light of the saber.

She held up the military thorn, looked at the sharp military thorn with satisfaction, and said to Hannibal: "Your taste is really surprising."

"As long as you please, Your Highness."

"Now I need to give you a hint, dear Caesar." Francis waved his saber, with an impeccable smile on his face, but her blue eyes were cold, and her saber was against her abdomen, sharp The sharp blade cut through her skin, pierced the epidermis, and the blood flowed down her honey-colored skin.

"Paris, 1997, on the night of August 8th, what did your people do to my mother?" Francis squinted his eyes as the army thorns mixed with her blood stuck to his face, "How do you remember?"

Paris 1997; 8 August

Caesar's complexion changed, her dry and flaky lips trembled slightly, her eyes looked at Francis, and she saw her pair of blue eyes like her mother's.

"Princess of Wales, Frances Mountbatten Windsor. Your mother is Diana."

"Bingo." Francis raised his eyebrows, "I should give you a little reward for answering correctly."

With a movement of Francis' hand, the military stab slid from her face from her eyes to her lips. The pain made Caesar want to scream, but Francis sealed his mouth.

"Sometimes you have to believe in things like fate. Caesar." Francis said, "Seth is the original god of power in ancient Egypt, the god of war, the god of storms, the god of the desert and the god of the outlander, the god of nine pillars One. I think you want to use Seth’s power to restore Ptolemy’s rule over Egypt. Unfortunately, Seth was finally defeated by Horus, just like a myth. Ptolemy I, who created the Ptolemaic Dynasty, was a Greek One of the men of Alexander the Great, and the orthodox in the mythology should be Horus, the son of Osiris, and Seth is just a villain who stole his brother's throne. But your ambitions are far more than that, you also Want to control Italy, after all, Ptolemy XV is the son of Caesar's blood, and Ptolemy Philadelps is the son of the three giants Mark Antony, they are more qualified to inherit Rome than Octavian. Indeed , Set was brilliant for a while, but like the ending of all dynasties, you have come to the end."

The blood fell down her cheeks to the floor, and a lot of blood entered her eyes, making Selene Caesar feel uncomfortable. She shook her head hoping to shake the blood out of her eyes, and her voice was hoarse : "You don't even know who you have offended, Your Royal Highness, who is ignorant of the world."

Francis shrugged. She stood in front of the enemy holding a saber, like an invincible warrior. She raised her chin proudly: "No, you don't know who you have offended, dear Caesar. Mark Antonio is dead Now, all of Italy is reporting that Seth has kidnapped the Princess of Wales, persecuted other scientists, and even manufactured biological, chemical, and weapons. It just so happens that these weapons are related to Egypt, violence, and chaos in recent years. If the Italian government is smart enough If so, they will immediately destroy the organization, Augustus has a list of members of the Seth organization who have infiltrated the top levels of the Italian government, guess when he will blow up this list."

"Sonofabitch." Selene Caesar gritted her teeth and looked at Francis, wishing to bite off a piece of her body.

"That's exactly what I want to say to you." Francis was not angry at this sentence at all. Instead, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Tell me, Selene. Why did you kill my mother? Otherwise, I will kill you A hole was dug in each of the sixteen arteries in the body."

Selene knew that she was bound to die, and the cold-blooded princess and her companions in front of her would not let her go.

General Francis leaned against the coffee table, sat on a chair, took the black tea handed over by Hannibal, took a sip and said, "I'll give you half an hour to state the time, and now start counting. Make good use of your opportunity, Seiler nirvana."

"In the 90s, the organization was hit." Selene said slowly, trying to ignore the discomfort of brain congestion, "We used the gatherings of some rich people in Egypt to carry out secret organization activities. At that time, we encountered financial shocks, so through blackmail The plutocrats come to get the money. The plutocrats party always wants some high class prostitutes, supermodels, we were at a swimming party in Dodi Fayed once, and two of the members met at the party as handoffs, and one of them Leaving first, another person found an eavesdropper when he left later, but she was killed. Her liver was punctured, and when she was dying, she left a name in secret language-Dodi. "

"There was only one person named Dodi in that party, and that was the organizer—Dodi Fayed." Selene continued, she grinned and touched the wound on her face, and the pain made her more conscious, "Dodi Di Fayed discovered our organization. In order not to leak the secrets of the organization, we decided to get rid of Dodi Fayed. But we must not let people suspect us. At that time, our actions had already aroused the vigilance of the Italian government When we were struggling with how to get rid of Fayed, a woman appeared, she and Fayed fell in love, she was the focus of the world, noble, kind and beautiful, known as an angel."

Every time Selene said a word, Francis' hand holding the teacup tightened, and her knuckles turned white from the effort.

"She is simply a natural tool to cover up murder." Selene showed a malicious smile, "She died in a car accident, and everyone will be obsessed with Fayed's death. They will only hate the paparazzi who chased her, A royal family who doesn't care about her, but no one cares about Fayyad's death."

"I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness, your mother is nothing to us...uh..."

Selene let out a muffled snort. She lowered her eyes to look at the army thorns that ran through her body, and the white and beautiful hand holding the army thorns. She opened her mouth and her teeth were stained red with blood. She saw Francis' calm face. Hidden pain, she couldn't help but smile happily when the pain and darkness intertwined.

Hannibal approached the princess, stretched out his hand to hold the saber's hand she was holding tightly, and whispered softly against his ear: "Leave the rest to me, Your Highness. You go out first."

Frances let go slowly, and she staggered out of the room and stumbled to the bathroom.

A lot of blood splashed on her face, she turned on the faucet, scooped up clear water and washed her face desperately, she didn't even take off the gloves on her hands, the silk gloves became wrinkled when she kept rubbing, she raised her head and looked in the mirror In the self, her fair face has been washed red, just like her eyes.

At this moment, she has lost her hatred.

The author has something to say: the next chapter is a race against time.