Chapter 191
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Dean didn't speak. He silently followed the smell of Barton and the other two. After they walked out of the Moulin Rouge, he immediately pointed to his wet coat to the girl. Then he turned around and left.
The girl was stunned for a moment. She stamped her feet but continued to wait in the same place.
Dean squeezed into the crowd and bypassed the girl's line of sight. He left the ballroom and went outside the Moulin Rouge. He saw a carriage with the Milan family's flag parked on the side of the road. A coachman and two knights were sitting in front of the carriage. They were waiting for the young master.
The light in the ballroom was dim so the girl didn't notice the difference. But the light outside was bright. Dean knew that it was difficult to hide from the eyes of the two knights. He took off his mask and coat. He took advantage of the fact that they were distracted looking at the street and quickly went down the stairs. He came to the carriage on the other side of the street. He opened the door and got on the carriage.
"Come." Barton asked as he saw Dean get on the carriage. He looked nervous: "What should we do next?"
Dean didn't speak. He looked at Vick who had fainted next to him. He looked at Kroen who was sitting in the coachman's seat: "Let's leave here and go to Arthel street."
"Arthel street?" Kroen was shocked. That was the territory of magistrate. He didn't ask any more questions as he saw Dean didn't explain. He raised his whip and drove away.
Arthel street was far from Lido street. It took them two hours to arrive. Vick woke up on the way but he was knocked out again by Dean.
Dean found a remote alley. He helped Vick get off the carriage and patted his back. Even if someone noticed, they would think that it was a few drunk nobles who wanted to vomit on the side of the road.
Dean helped Vick to the deepest part of the alley. It was far away from the road so the chances of being discovered by passers-by were low. Moreover the sound of pedestrians on the side of the road wouldn't be too harsh.
Dean helped Vick to lie down in a comfortable lying position. He covered Vick's body with garbage. The first reason was to avoid being seen by people. The second reason was to keep Vick's body temperature so that he wouldn't wake up too early.
After doing this, Dean turned and left the alley. The passers-by had already gone far away. No one would stop to watch others vomit, so no one noticed that two people went in, but only one person came out.
Dudian put on Vick's coat and looked at Barton and Joseph: "You guys wait here. If he wakes up, pretend to make a fuss to attract the attention of passers-by."
"What's that?" Barton asked curiously.
Dudian explained and taught her a few methods.
Barton and Joseph came to a realization and memorized it.
"What about attracting attention?" Joseph asked.
Dean said: "He will feel ashamed and leave. Don't pester him too much. If he wants to leave then leave. The purpose is to let others notice that he is here."
Barton and Joseph looked at each other and nodded. "Got it."
Dean looked at Kroen: "Let's go to the 6th street."
Kroen didn't ask any more questions. He fully played the role of the coachman and drove the carriage away.
"Number 12 is in front." Dudian pointed to the direction.
The carriage stopped in front of the 12th house on the 6th street. It was a small manor. There was a lawn behind the fence. There was a chic and elegant house in the middle of the lawn. There was a huge fruit tree with red fruits hanging on the side of the house.
Dudian smelled two smells in the house. There was another familiar smell. It was the smell of Huey. This house was the home of Huey.
Dudian put on the mask and knocked on the door. After a moment, the door was pushed open. A beautiful woman in her thirties opened the door. She was shocked when she saw Dudian wearing a mask: "Who are you?"
"The magistrate has come to investigate." Dudian lowered his voice: "I need to borrow your husband's relics."
The beautiful woman gave him a puzzled look, but still said, "Please come in."
Dudian nodded. He put on the slippers and entered the house. He looked around to figure out the structure of the house. Another smell came from the room upstairs. It was the smell of Huey's youngest son.
"What relics do you want?" The beautiful woman closed the door and looked at Dudian suspiciously. She felt a bit strange and asked Dudian suspiciously.
Dean looked back at her and whispered: "Is the wife your husband's most precious relic?"
The beautiful woman was startled as she looked at Dudian: "Aren't you from the magistrate?"
Dudian said: "Your husband used his life to make up for the crimes he committed. But at the same time his death brought me a little trouble. So I have to trouble you to help him fill the hole."
Hearing this, the beautiful woman stepped back. Her eyes widened as she looked at the masked figure in horror. She didn't expect that the murderer who killed her husband would be standing in front of her. Her body trembled slightly. She was scared and angry: "I, what hatred do you have with my husband? Why did you kill him? You are a devil! Are you not afraid of the magistrate's punishment …"
Dudian didn't wait for her to continue. He quickly covered her mouth and whispered: "I will give you a quick death. I won't be like your husband. He died in pain and begged me to kill him." Then he twisted his arm and the beautiful woman's neck was broken.
Dudian's face was gloomy as he slowly put her body on the ground. He was ready to quietly go upstairs. Suddenly he heard a very light humming sound coming from upstairs. His footsteps slightly paused. His face was a bit ugly. He stopped, turned around and grabbed the rag on the table. He wiped his fingers that had touched the beautiful woman's chin and lips. Then he took out the necklace from his pocket and threw it to an inconspicuous place on the ground.
Just as he was about to leave, the humming sound suddenly drifted to the staircase. A head popped out from there and shouted, "Hey!" It was as if someone was playing a prank, jumping out to scare people.
Dudian's body stiffened as they looked at each other.
It was a child around eight or nine years old with short flaxen hair. His face was filled with a mischievous smile, but it suddenly froze. He saw his mother lying on the floor of the living room, as well as an unfamiliar figure wearing a mask. His mind went blank, and he froze on the spot.
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