The Dark King

On the street outside the trial, there is a dedicated carriage waiting for you. Hollet got on the carriage, put away the umbrella, and said to the driver in front: "Go home directly tonight, the rain is too big, the road is slow."

"Yes." The driver in front of the car whispered.

The carriage slowly moved and followed the street in heavy rain.

Hollet sat on the comfortable cotton pad in the carriage and gently rubbed his eyebrows. Recently, he had a lot of business, which made him feel a little tired and sighed deeply. He picked up the silver teapot on the car table and rushed himself to a cup. Tea, but I saw that there was no heat in the mouth of the cup. I reached out and touched the cup. The temperature was still cold. I couldn’t help but feel annoyed. I said to the driver in front: "Before I get off work, prepare hot water."

"Yes!" The driver in front whispered.

Hollett sighed, leaning on the back of the cushion, closing his eyes and quietly rejuvenating.

Heavy rain plunged from the outside of the car, the streets of the business district were extremely flat, and there were few bumps and shaking along the way.

After a long time, the carriage slowly stopped.

Hollett also slowly opened his eyes, thinking of the outside wind, tightly tightened the collar of the chest, pushed the door open, picked up the umbrella to the side and opened the carriage.

"Well?" Hollet looked at the street in front of him and stunned. Although the heavy rain blurred his sight, he could still see it. This is a strange street.

Before he even looked back, he then had a pain in his head, his eyes blackened, and he fainted, and the umbrella fell. The heavy rain quickly drenched his body and drowned in the water on the road.

A figure dragged his arm and plunged it into an ordinary house on the side of the road. Then he came out and picked up the umbrella on the ground. He pulled the carriage onto the pillar next to it, and then walked back into the house and lightened the door. Light off.

With a slamming sound, a basin of cold water poured onto Hollet’s head and woke him up. The neat hair was scattered on his face. He hurriedly looked around and suddenly saw a faint butter lamp hanging in front of him, some glaring. Under the lamp is a thin and thin figure. As the line of sight gradually adapts, he also sees the other person's face. He is a teenager. With his years of experience, he can instantly judge that the other party's age is never more than eighteen.

"Who are you?" Hollet struggled a little and saw his hands tied back on a column. He didn't panic, but asked quickly and coldly.

Du Dian looked down at him and said, "Guess guess."

Hollett snorted and said, "Isn't that the family or friend of the criminal I tried?"

Du Di'an smiled. "It seems that Deacon is still a little self-aware. I know that I have a lot of offended people. Then I will remind you a little. Three years ago, you tried a huge theft, remember?"

"A huge amount of theft?" Hollet frowned slightly, thinking for a moment, said: "This is the case, you are the gang of the theft?"

"No, I am the party to the case."

Hollett suddenly stopped.

"I want to know what the Bron family used to make you a deliberate deacon to go to them and do things for them." Du Dian said with a smile: "Is money, or rights, or something else?"

Hollett glanced at him deeply and silenced. After a while, he said: "If I remember well, the crime you committed at the beginning has been tried as a death sentence. The period is five years. You can appear here, not What is the big background, is it that you are jailbroken?"

"You just have to answer my question." Du Dian pinched his tuft of hair.

Hollet sneered and said: "Do you think that I will bow to the criminals? You are too small to look at the deacon of the trial. I advise you to squat, and go back to prison, at least for a year and a half. ”

"Don't bow?" Du Di'an smiled, pinching his fingers in a bunch of hair and pulling it down. Hollet's head was dragged down, and he groaned. "Hey, why are you down?"

Hollet raised his head angrily, just as he lifted up, and Du Dian licked his hair on his forehead and lowered his head.

"Your pride and perseverance, but it is not a little bit of pain in the district." Du Dian smiled.

Hollett was so angry that his body shivered slightly and his chest was violently up and down. He gnawed his teeth: "It is useless to torture me. Even if you kill me, your crimes cannot be changed. Moreover, if you kill me, you will also expose you. The death of a trial deacon will surely alarm the entire trial, and will send everyone to hunt you!"

"It's really touching." Du Dian sighed: "I really hope that all people can think of you. When they are dying, they are still thinking about the enemy. This kind of mind is really touching. Unfortunately, I am not asking you to help me." Change the criminal record, I just want to know, what are the people involved in the case?"

Hollet struggled twice, but his head was stunned by his hair. He gnawed his teeth and said: "This thing has been going on for too long. I have to go back to the trial to find out."

Dudian smiled. "I will remind you of your wife. Your wife is very good, and my daughter is very beautiful. You said, what happens if you send them to the kiln in the slum?"

Hollett trembled and said with anger: "You can touch them with a finger, and I will not let you go!"

"If there are ghosts and gods, I believe that the number of prisoners handled by Deacon deacon should not live today?" Du Dian whispered: "I have limited patience, and the rain is almost stopped. I hope that our cooperation will be pleasant next, what do I ask? What do you answer, after all, it is very troublesome to transport your wife and daughter to the slums. Don't make me embarrassed, okay?"

Hollett twisted his neck and stared at Dudyan sideways. He finally lowered his head slowly and said: "If you want to retaliate, you should go to the Bron family and the Milan family. This is their collusion. ""

Du Di'an smiled and said: "I naturally know, but it is decisive. It is your deserving deacon of high prestige. Your accumulated prestige makes your words have too high credibility, even if it is wrong. People look at your prestige and will convince you for the first time without trusting a negligible suspect."

Hollett stunned and went silent.

"Are there other people besides these two big families?" Du Di'an asked.

Hollet shook his head slightly and said, "No." He paused. He looked up and said to Du Di'an: "Are you a junior hunter? If you let me go, I have a way to send you outside the wall."

Dudian slowly shook his head and turned to the side of the room. Hollet noticed that there was a bouquet of roses on the table, and that Dudian picked up two sharp steel nails from the lace, stained with blood.

"This is a gift specially prepared for you, I hope you will like it." Du Dian turned back and smiled. (To be continued.)