How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

After picking up the little snail and poking the button on the side of the shell, the phone worm with an expressionless expression made a "click" connection sound, then narrowed its small eyes and opened its mouth A low uncle voice came from inside.

"About the 'robbers in Baizhen', I have detailed paper information, which I can fax to you. Can you receive it?"

"Please wait a moment," Yu Gongcui did not try to change the original voice, the childishness of the child's voice could not be concealed no matter what, "I need to ask my superiors, if possible, I will call you back later."

The little snail pursed his lips and snorted displeasedly, and the call was cut off immediately.Yu Gongcui also lost sleepiness, took the phone bug and ran to the study to find Doflamingo, trying to ask the latter for help.

"How do you receive faxes? Is there a special type?"

"No, you only need to connect special accessories."

The man took the small pure white phone bug, and the little snail that originally occupied the entire palm of Yu Gongcui was in his hand, as small as a delicate plaster ornament.

He gently picked up the little guy and placed it on the desk, right next to the red phone bug decorated with pink feathers that Yu Gongcui saw last time, and then took off the copper suction cup that was originally connected to the latter, and buckled it On the little snail.

A long copper wire extends from one end of the suction cup and connects to a very steampunk cuboid on the other side of the desk. Until this time, Amamiya Tsui barely realized that it might be a fax machine.

...Evidently, even the electric power technology tree is not listed, why is there a fax machine? ? ?

While complaining that it must be the phone bug's fault, he quickly called back the uncle just now and accepted the file sent by the other party.

He took a thin stack of papers and slowly flipped through them. Doflamingo was not in a hurry. He lay on the armchair and stared at the ceiling in a daze, not urging him to leave.

After Yu Gongcui finished reading the last line, the man slowly pointed to the fax machine on the table.

"Is it still used?"

"It should be used twice."

Since this was to complete the mission given by the captain, Amamiya Cui didn't bother to be polite to him.After putting away the materials, he pointed to the bookcase against the wall and reminded: "You said I can read it."

"You want to stay here?"

The man who understood what he meant raised his eyebrows, but he didn't mean to chase him away. He was unexpectedly tolerant of the young family members, "Ha, whatever you want."

So Yu Gongcui, who was allowed, picked out a book introducing the history of various countries, sat down cross-legged against the wall, and quickly flipped through it silently.

By the time he closed the ninth book, the phone bug had rang four more times.

In addition to two more materials about the "White Town Robbers" that were still hot, the other two task takers also verbally told him about the current situation of that blond aristocratic woman—Miss Rose.

Playing in the manor every day, holding or participating in tea parties with peers from time to time, life is very comfortable and nourishing.

Yu Gongcui's eyes flashed.In the roster of the city defense station, except for a few women who were annotated with red pen, the rest should have disappeared - and the reason may be an official handwriting.

Either the government benefited from it, or it was the instigator at all, otherwise the city defense army would not have kept this list so carefully, and cared to clean up the mess afterwards.

And those elusive robbers are also suspicious.

Although the focus of the three documents is different, and the information is fragmented and messy, if you compare them with the map and mark them one by one, you will find that the towns that were looted did not gradually penetrate into the interior from the junction with Bai Town, but were scattered around the royal city.

Connect the dots with a black pen, and gradually build a spider web that engulfs the entire kingdom.

And the center of the net is the small crown logo.

"……Sucks."

Aiming at that vague premonition, Yu Gongcui spat in a low voice in disgust.

Doflamingo on the other side of the room let out an interested "Huh?"

"It's nothing. It should be said that it's too early to feel that people's hearts are sinister before the dust settles." He raised his head and looked at the man's back. "What does Dover think the king should be like?"

The latter was lazily lying on the chair with his legs crossed. Hearing that, he tapped the armrest rhythmically with his fingertips and gave the answer casually.

"Attracts and shelters those around us, inspires admiration and awe, and punishes enemies and disrespect."

"Good answer."

Yu Gongcui nodded in agreement, stood up from the floor while leaning on the wall, "You will do better than most people-this sentence is not a compliment, but a fact."

The man with the tall hat chuckled twice, allowing him to tiptoe to put the book back on the shelf, and took the small pure white phone bug from the table.

The judgment made in the first communication was very correct, this is a child with extraordinary intelligence.

But he is still young, and he is shackled by a sick body, so what he can do is quite limited.

Although he knew that Yu Gongcui had slipped away from the stronghold last night, since the child did not hide his tracks from the cadres, he was not going to pursue it.

No matter where he is going, or the few faxes he received today, to Doflamingo, who has seen everything in the world, it seems that he is playing house wine, nothing more than a child's play, and he is not interested in the details. interest.

As long as Yugong Cui is held in his hand, Luo will not be able to betray; vice versa, as long as Luo stays here, Yugong Cui will definitely come back.That being the case, what is there to worry about?

He casually waved to the child who had packed up: "Go out."

The latter nodded politely, and walked away silently with light steps like a cat.When he was about to walk out of the room, he stopped again, as if he had just remembered something, he turned around and asked a question.

"I want to go to the capital, can I?"

Mr. Captain was as grand as ever and didn’t ask the reason. He agreed and added: “Let Buffalo take you there. He is a person with the ability to transfer fruits, so it’s very convenient for you to travel. You know your own physical condition. Don't do anything too dangerous."

Yugong Cui obediently agreed, and as soon as she got out of the study, she ignored the adult's useless instructions and ran straight to find Buffalo.

Faced with the latter's surprised face asking "what are you doing in the capital", he certainly couldn't answer "do something very dangerous and see if the royal family's ass is not clean", and casually used tourism or something like that. The excuses are perfunctory.

The result is that after sending people to the place, Buffalo Lai will not leave behind his ass.

Although he said that he was worried about such a weak and pitiful little boy going out alone, but the eyes that floated towards the roadside stall were too straightforward, and Yu Gongcui couldn't even bear to expose him...

In the end, he could only acquiesce that he had an extra large and small tail, and handed over the change to let him play by himself.

Although it has just entered winter, the people in the Kingdom of Mombatore have spontaneously started preparing for the biggest festival of the year.

Starting from the first falling snow, each town will select a group of the most beautiful girls after a long competition, and let these glittering winners go to the capital before the year.

And every year on the eve of the new year, the closed gates of the royal palace will be opened to the common people, and the girls who come from all over the country will put on the gorgeous dresses prepared in advance, in the palace that can accommodate hundreds of people at the same time. They danced all night until the new year's sun rose, and then they lifted the corners of their skirts and left with still unsatisfied intentions.

In the lobby of the hotel, Yu Gongcui was sitting on the sofa, listening to the excited discussion of the girls who had just checked in, with a smile on his face.

The simple investigation task he entrusted the bartender to issue has already had the results - the women on the list, whether they are most of the missing ones or those who escaped because they were marked with red pens, all came to the palace to participate Had the New Year's Ball that year.

For the people, it was a joyous celebration from the bottom of their hearts, but for the royal family behind the curtain, wantonly pointing to the dance floor, it was probably just a grand merchandise fair.

And the so-called "robbers of Baizhen" are a ridiculously straightforward scam.

The king's private soldiers covered their faces and painted a few conspicuous white paints on their bodies, and immediately transformed from the role of guardians to vicious thieves seamlessly.

Maybe it was because they were in "their territory" that they relaxed their vigilance, maybe they didn't think that anyone would doubt the true identities of the robbers, and some people even wore the stolen goods on themselves and swaggered through the market——

Even if there is a one-in-a-million chance of being caught by the owner, you can still claim that someone else sold it to you, probably with this kind of calculation in mind.

Whether it is the disappearance of a woman or the true identity of the robber, it is very easy to deduce the truth after connecting clues.

But contrary to the unscrupulous style, it is almost impossible to obtain any direct evidence sufficient to convict.

Going to the palace to search for the account books of slaves or transactions, or letting the robbed victims identify the king's private army on the spot, these are the most critical and powerful evidence, which is impossible for the current Yu Gongcui.

Taking a step back, even if convicted, there is absolutely no such thing as "taking the blame and resigning" for the highest authority in Mombatore.

The greatest possibility is to get angry and kill all the insiders, and then relax and continue to squeeze the people.

[However, 'conviction' is what the judge needs to do... and I'm just a kid trying to fish in troubled waters. 】

Yu Gongcui picked up the sweet milk in front of her and drank it slowly, with a conspicuous white stain on her lips.

[No need to search.No forensics is required.The prisoner doesn't even need to admit it.Since you can crush justice with power, you won't mind if I omit those troublesome procedures and directly overthrow your prestige, right? 】

The prototype of the plan emerges in the mind, and then it is added with details and flesh and blood, making it smooth and natural.

Yu Gongcui put down the cup, exhaled lightly, and wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.Buffalo on the opposite sofa was lying on the backrest, looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows in a daze.

"I need you to do me a favor these two days," Yu Gongcui called him, "—Buffalo?"

After the companion reacted, he hurriedly responded, and explained a little shyly: "It's snowing."

Feather-like pure white snowflakes are drifting down the street, arousing cheers and laughter from pedestrians.After staring for a moment, the silver-haired child withdrew his gaze and raised the corners of his lips thoughtfully.

The selection of dancers is about to begin.