Chapter 197
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The sun rose, and the dawn light shined on the Ryan Castle's steeple.
The castle recovered from the silence. The servants got up one after another, fetching water, washing clothes, and cooking. Smoke curled up from the chimneys.
Dudian got up on time and went upstairs to the small dining room to eat with Old Fulin.
"You got up so early?" Dudian saw Old Fulin sitting in the dining room.
Old Fulin smiled: "I'm old, so I don't sleep much."
Dudian pulled out a chair and sat down: "How is the factory?"
"Everything is in progress. The Mellon consortium hasn't mentioned our consortium in the newspapers in the past two days. Most of them want us to relax our vigilance, and then prepare for a surprise attack. Everything is expected." Old Fulin smiled: "We can make a big consortium like Mellon suffer a loss. That's the reputation of our consortium."
"You have a lot of cards in your hand. Naturally others can't calculate which card you are going to play." Dudian faintly smiled: "The reputation is established, but the suppression will follow. The more happy you are, the more you can't be careless."
Old Fulin looked at him: "Your case will be heard in two days. Are you ready? At present the magistrate's eyes are focused on tracking down the murderer of Huey's wife. At this time your case is related to Huey's wife. Won't they shift their attention to you?"
Dudian said: "Their eyes have never left me from the beginning to the end. How can they shift their attention to me? From the first time I was called to the magistrate for questioning, I was always on their list of suspects. The reason why they didn't send someone to interrogate me again was because they didn't find any evidence! Moreover, the steel nails were reported in the newspapers. The blood on the nails wasn't human blood, but dog blood. It's impossible to catch a dog to confess, right? "
Old Fulin smiled: "This is not your masterpiece."
Dudian shrugged: "They don't have evidence. Even if they suspect, they can only stare! But this time it's different. The Milan family killed Huey's wife. There are witnesses and evidence. Although they will certainly find out that I went to the Moulin Rouge and left in the afternoon, but they still don't have conclusive evidence to prove that I killed her. "
"The first rule of a Heavenly Magistrate is to be fair, just, and open, and to use evidence to convict! Suspicion is only an expression of personal feelings. It's a private nature. Unless the Milan clan has completely bought over the magistrate, and they recklessly and recklessly find a scapegoat. But this is tantamount to slapping the whole magistrate's face with money. They won't be so stupid. "
Old Fulin thought for a moment: "You are right. No consortium can buy the magistrate. Not even the Holy Church. But if your suspicion is too heavy then it will inevitably lead to a serious investigation. Even if you are innocent they can prove that you are guilty."
"No, this case will be over soon." Dean shook his head.
Old Fulin was surprised: "It will end soon?"
"It has been almost a month since Huey Wright's assassination. This incident has been fermenting for too long. The faces of the magistrate are already very ugly. At this time, they just need someone to be immediately convicted. At least from the judicial process, it is enough to prove that the other party is the murderer! As for who killed Huey, in addition to his relatives and friends, no one cares about it. "Dudian said.
Old Fulin was startled. He couldn't help but look at Dean: "How can you be so sure?"
"That's why the newspaper is a good thing." Dean smiled: "Every time the Huey Wright incident is mentioned, it always focuses on describing how the magistrate solved the case. How cunning the murderer is and so on. At first glance it seems normal, but I know the process of this incident the best. Every day they report about the tracking and the progress of the investigation. It seems that some of the tracking techniques are very powerful, but they are just trying to cover up the truth. They are trying to maintain the dignity of the magistrate."
Old Fulin nodded. He could understand this point. If there was a problem with the property of his consortium, then he would report something else in the news to divert people's attention and cover up the core problem.
At this time, the butler brought today's morning newspaper.
Dean grabbed the newspaper and read it. There was a faint smile on his face: "The Milan family's matter is basically a foregone conclusion. It will become the cornerstone of my appeal. This time it happens to involve Huey Wright's assassination. The disciplinary authorities will go into depth to investigate both Huey Wright and the Milan family. My case will also be closely investigated. The Burong consortium and the Milan consortium have joined hands to frame me. The disciplinary authorities will intervene in the investigation to return my innocence."
Old Fulin also grabbed the newspaper and read it. After a moment, he couldn't help but sigh: "It is really over. The news agencies of the Scott consortium and the Huasheng consortium are reporting that the Milan family is involved in the assassination of deacon Huey Wright. The Scott consortium and the Mellon consortium are hostile on the surface. The Huasheng consortium and several other consortia are eager for the Mellon consortium to have a problem. The Milan family is the cornerstone of the Mellon consortium. Now the eldest son of the patriarch is involved in the famous murder case. It is a big blow to the Milan family."
Dudian smiled: "When the prey is thrown up, there will be hunters who will shoot it."
Old Fulin deeply looked at the teenager. The faint smile on the latter's face made him feel a bit palpitate and cold. If such a plan was made by a middle-aged man then it would be reasonable. But a teenager who had such a big picture awareness and strategy. He was afraid that in the future he would stir up even more incredible things.
"Perhaps it was right to agree to your request." Old Fulin slowly said.
Dudian looked at him. The corner of his mouth curved into a subtle arc.
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Arter street. Magistrate.
Timothy and the knife-scarred youth searched through the archives. Three or four official priests, under their command, flipped through the files and searched them one by one.
After a few hours, three files were handed over to Timothy's hands.
"These are the cases related to the Milan family and deacon Huey Wright."
Timothy's eyes narrowed as he looked at them one by one.
"Silvia's Giant Wall Calendar 302, black snow season. Longshan ruby theft case."
"Giant Wall Calendar 303, rainy season. Milan mine case."
"Giant Wall Calendar 304, black snow season. Milan murder case."
Timothy slightly raised his eyebrows as he read from top to bottom.
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