Chapter 1318
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The slamming of the door echoed in Kieran's ears. The lights that shone down from the ceiling seemed to flicker under the tremendous impact.
Mechanical.
Heavy.
Kieran's mind easily pictured the door being shut under precise mechanical control, and the gears hidden in the walls and underground.
"It's much more secretive and guarded than I thought, right?"
Sitting on the only bed in the room, Wilberst waved at Kieran. The shackles on his wrists shook and clanked.
"Em."
Kieran nodded and didn't deny it.
Everything that happened in the room was out of his expectation.
Just like Wilberst before his eyes.
Wilberst was much more special than he expected.
Kieran glanced over the welded metal bed and eventually landed his gaze on Wilberst's aged face. Compared to the anger and sadness on his face the last time they met, Wilberst's relaxed and smiling face looked a lot more natural. On top of that, Wilberst was much more cooperative than Kieran had expected.
"Thank you for coming to see me.
At this point, I'm afraid only you can come to see me.
I originally hoped that both of us could work together to track down my son's killer.
But … "
"I found out something.
So, I made my move earlier. "
Before Kieran could ask, Wilberst started talking on his own. As he spoke, he even swung his wrists hard, as if he was reliving the scene where he stabbed Hardy Lynne to death.
"Very satisfying!
Much more satisfying than I thought! "
Wilberst added.
"What did you find out?"
Kieran asked with a hint of interest.
"It's very interesting.
But it doesn't matter anymore, my revenge has been avenged, I have no more regrets.
In the coming days, I'll wait for death to come.
And … "
"Thank you for visiting me."
Wilberst didn't answer, shrugging instead. He laid down on the metal bed and closed his eyes, as if he had lost interest in talking.
Kieran glanced over him. Without a second thought, he turned around and pressed the button on the wall.
"Open the door."
Kieran said.
As soon as Kieran's voice fell, Wilberst, who was lying on the bed, suddenly spoke again.
"If, Lord D, you have time, please go to the cemetery and give Quake a bouquet of flowers for me."
"If you don't have time, then forget it."
Kieran did not express his agreement, nor did he express his disagreement.
When the cell door was opened, he walked out without saying anything.
Wier was leaning against the wall. When Kieran walked out, the old consultant straightened his body.
"Although I know you won't listen to me, I still have to say it. Wilberst's assassination of the parliament speaker, Hardy Lynne, isn't a personal matter anymore. It concerns the whole of Eiders.
"I hope you won't continue to interfere."
The old consultant said sincerely.
"You believe what he said?"
Kieran asked.
"The evidence is right in front of me. Of course, I believe it."
The old consultant emphasized.
"Humans are always willing to believe what they think."
Kieran said calmly. He had lost the interest to say anything else and strode towards the elevator that he came from.
Kieran left the station without any hindrance.
He didn't walk far. After he saw a flower shop, he walked over.
Afternoon Tea Flower Garden. Four words were carved on a long wooden plank. The plank was hung on a black metal frame in the shape of a '7'. It was protruding out from the roadside, allowing the passersby to see it clearly.
Ding Ring!
Kieran pushed the door open and entered. The bell on the door was clear and pleasant to the ear.
"Welcome."
"What can I do for you?"
The receptionist welcomed Kieran warmly. She was a normal-looking young lady with a sweet voice. She was wearing a black casual outfit with an apron on. Her hair was tied up high and she was holding a pair of scissors and cutting flowers.
"White flowers."
Kieran said in a concise manner.
"Chrysanthemum, lily, and calla lily, which one do you want?"
The receptionist pointed at the flower rack.
"Anything is fine."
Kieran replied.
The receptionist seemed to have rarely seen a customer like Kieran. She looked at Kieran with a strange gaze and then followed her own thoughts to combine the three types of flowers and passed it to Kieran.
"35 in total."
Kieran quietly took out the money and passed it to the receptionist before he turned around and left.
"Thank you for your patronage."
The waiter said as he watched Kieran's disappearing figure.
After making sure Kieran was gone, the smile on the receptionist's face vanished. She strode to the back of the shop and at the same time, the apron on her was removed and she put it back on the real receptionist in the corridor.
The receptionist would wake up soon.
When she woke up, she would think she fell down and fainted.
When people had no answer, they would always find the perfect answer for themselves. Everything was as it should be.
Even if it was an illusion.
It was just like how she believed that this mission would be completed as smoothly as it had been before.
…
The graveyard was located beside the central park of Eiders. It was quiet but not too far away.
It was only natural that those who could enter the graveyard were either rich or respectable. Commoners didn't even have the right to ask about the price.
Of course, they didn't have the right to enter either.
Kieran, who was holding the flowers, avoided the guards and entered the graveyard from the side. He used the sunlight and the shadows of the trees and gravestones to weave his way through.
He was searching for Quick Wilberst's grave.
It wasn't a difficult task for Kieran, especially when Mier was standing beside Quick Wilberst's grave.
"I've said it before. My identity and my abilities can solve a lot of problems that you don't want to touch, including but not limited to knowing your conversation with Wilberst and entering this graveyard."
Mier crossed her arms in front of her chest. She didn't mind squeezing out a dent on her beautiful curves, making her look even more soul-stirring.
Kieran didn't answer, as if he couldn't see the young consultant. He placed the bouquet in front of the grave.
On the grave was a picture of Quick Wilberst.
He was a young man who still had a sunny smile even in the black and white world.
However, anyone who saw this photo would feel that it was a pity.
Because this was a graveyard.
A resting place for the dead.
As for Mier?
He was too young.
He was so young that he didn't know how dangerous and vicious the real world could be.
Kieran moved his eyes away from the picture and started to scan the surroundings.
When she saw Kieran's action, Mier spoke again because she was respectful to the dead.
"I've searched, there's nothing …"
Before Mier could finish, she stopped abruptly.
Because …
Kieran kicked the gravestone down.
The footprints formed by the black mud landed on the young man's picture.
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