Chapter 194
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Vick looked at him in astonishment: "What are you talking about? What did you see? Where did you come from, you little devil?" In the end, Vick's tone couldn't help but contain a bit of anger.
Two disciplinary youths pulled the little boy's arm to prevent him from rushing towards Vick.
"You are a murderer! I want to kill you! I want revenge!" The little boy struggled. His eyes were red as he looked at Vick.
Vick's face was ugly as he looked at the two disciplinary youths: "Where did you find this kid? This is slander! Nonsense! Slander nobles! Do you not care? "
The scar-faced youth sneered: "What do you think the magistrate is? He is the son of Deacon Huey and the witness who witnessed you killing Deacon Huey's wife last night. Now, please come back with us for investigation."
Vick and Abel were startled. They didn't think that the little boy was Deacon Huey's son.
Abel's face was gloomy as he stared at the little boy: "You said that you saw him kill your mother? If that's the case, why didn't you get killed? Are you sure it was his face? "
When the little boy heard his majestic voice, he raised his head and looked at him. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he raised his hand to wipe them away. He gritted his teeth and said, "Although I didn't see his face, I would never mistake his clothes. He was wearing a mask yesterday!"
"Clothes?" Vick was startled. He looked down at his clothes. A light flashed in his heart. His pupils couldn't help but shrink. When he woke up yesterday, he found that his coat was missing. He thought that he was robbed. Today's coat was the same as yesterday's. There were two or three spare coats in his wardrobe.
Abel was relieved when he heard the little boy's words. He looked at the two disciplinary youths: "It seems that it is just a small misunderstanding. There are many people who wear the same clothes. My son's taste is similar to others. It should be a mistake."
The sword scar youth's face sank: "Do you think that we are just relying on a child's words to arrest him? Don't talk nonsense with me. Are you going to hand over the person or not?" Abel's face slightly changed.
Abel's face slightly changed. He didn't think that the attitude of the disciplinary officer would be so tough. His heart was sullen but he tried to restrain himself. He knew that it would be difficult for the Milan family to resist the wrath of the magistrate. Even the entire Mellon consortium wouldn't be able to settle this easily. They could only bribe some of the lower level nobles or spend money to invite deacon level people. If they really offended the magistrate then even the nobles would be destroyed. Moreover, the Mellon consortium would only help them. It was impossible for them to use the strength of the entire consortium to help them.
"Humph!" Alex said: "The magistrate is getting more and more arrogant. I will go and see for myself." Then he looked at the butler: "Prepare the carriage!"
The butler agreed with a trembling voice and turned around to give the order.
Vick and Abel's face changed. They knew that the matter was irreversible. They also knew that no matter what the final outcome would be, it would be extremely detrimental to the reputation of the family. The magistrate wouldn't be unaware of this point. Since they had come to arrest the person, they must have a firm grasp of the situation. This was the point that they were most worried about.
"I will find a way. You go first." Abel sighed as he looked at Vick's pleading eyes.
Vick clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. His heart was sullen but he was powerless to resist.
The sword scar youth waved his hand. A knight from the magistrate handed over a pair of handcuffs.
Vick's face was ugly, but he still handed over the handcuffs.
Abel's face was gloomy as he watched Vick being led away by a knight. After a moment, he turned around and entered the hall.
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"Today's breakfast is really good."
Dudian finished his breakfast in the Ryan Castle. He drank tea and looked at Old Fulin: "I have to go out to do something."
Old Fulin was interested: "What's the matter?"
"It's time to appeal my case." Dudian smiled: "It's time to completely restore my freedom." At present he was out on bail. Although he could leave the prison and move freely, but after all he was a criminal. Every once in a while he had to go to the magistrate to report. If there was a new development in his case then he had to be on call. If he couldn't arrive then he would be regarded as a fugitive and would be wanted.
Old Fulin was startled: "Do you want to deal with the Mellon consortium?"
"No." Dudian got up and put on his coat: "You have to eat slowly. You can't eat all at once." He turned and left the restaurant. He went to the door and called the butler to prepare the carriage.
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Arthel street. The magistrate.
Alex got out of the carriage and followed his grandson, Vick, to the magistrate's hall.
"The prisoner is being interrogated. Outsiders are not allowed to enter. You should wait in the hall." The youth on the left side said to Alex.
Alex coldly snorted: "You don't have to worry about me." He looked at Vick: "Child, don't worry. Everything will be fine since it's a misunderstanding."
Vick's nervous heart calmed down as he heard Alex's words. He nodded and left with the two disciplinary officers.
In a dark interrogation room.
A slender young woman, wearing the same silver armor, said to Vick: "Please cooperate with the next investigation!" Vick was sitting opposite to her. She looked at Vick and said: "Please cooperate with the next investigation!"
The tension in Vick's heart relaxed a lot when he saw her beautiful face. He revealed a confident smile: "I am innocent. I will certainly cooperate with you."
"That's good." The young woman nodded and said: "Last night, Huey's wife was killed at home. At that time, Huey's son, Keno, saw you with his own eyes. Although you were wearing a mask, but your clothes exposed you. Moreover, when you left in a hurry, the neighbors and passers-by saw your figure coming out of Huey's house and hurriedly got on a carriage and left. We have found these witnesses and we can provide testimony at any time."
Vick was startled. His face turned ugly: "Don't talk about you. It's really a misunderstanding. How could I kill deacon Huey? Am I crazy? How could I do such a stupid thing! Someone must have worn the same clothes to frame me. Oh, right, something happened to me yesterday. I was knocked unconscious by someone. When I woke up, my coat was gone. It must have been done by the person who attacked me. He must have deliberately framed me! "
The young woman looked at him and nodded: "Then let me ask you, did you go to the Moulin Rouge on Lido Street yesterday?"
Vick was startled: "Yes, I was in the Moulin Rouge yesterday afternoon. How could I kill deacon Huey's wife from so far away?"
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