[Comprehensive British and American] The Dark Lord's Growth History

?Tom didn't expect that someone would actually investigate Adebis' death carefully.Oh, and I heard there's Ross too.

The burly middle-aged man in front of him was holding a note in one hand and a pen in the other, ready to write down useful things for his mission at any time, staring at himself seriously.

He is in his 40s, with a good family background, a good life, and a decent job. From what he asked himself, he should be a lawyer, not a policeman. The policeman always has the habit of exercising, and the man in front of him obviously It is due to busy work and less time to go to the gym.Prepare to take notes, explain that you have a rigorous personality, look at people directly and honestly, and prefer to be a lawyer.But ordinary lawyers don't have the bookish spirit of him, so he is a scholar who trains lawyers. ...a law professor at a university?When I heard the prison guards chatting before, I mentioned what committee the governor was going to set up, and it seemed that it was the people inside.That is a prestigious director-level figure.Generally, such people have brains and methods, and have a high legal bottom line, so it is difficult to deal with them.

"Hey, sir, what can I do for you?" Tom said in his mouth, but he still sat motionless on the ground, with one leg propped up and his head tilted to look at the person coming.

"Hi, I'm Alva Case, and I'm in charge of investigating this riot|riot. I want to ask you a few questions." Case looked down at his notes and began to ask questions: "What do you think caused this riot? riot?"

"I don't know, it's boring." Tom had already turned his gaze away, and answered casually, playing with his fingers and staring at the floor.

"Please be serious. I know that you sent Policewoman Diane to Hannibal. You must have known about the preparations for the riots in order to catch the prison guards at the very beginning. And... I never Some prisoners learned that Adebis had a feud with you."

"Oh, yes, I hate him," Tom admitted without hesitation. "I'd kill him if I had the chance."

"Perhaps there has been a chance. When you attacked a prisoner named Groves, you cut his face with the small blade, didn't you?"

"What do you want to imply?" Tom raised his hand to admire his slender and pale fingers, how suitable it is for holding a wand. "Is it implying that I killed Adebis and his men?"

"It's not a hint, it's just an inquiry, is it?"

"Yes." There was nothing to deny, most of the prisoners he attacked at Groves Emerald City saw.

"So you killed Adebis in the same way?"

"No." Tom finally looked up, his wine-red eyes made Case uncomfortable, "I'm not interested in trying to deal with that garbage." If I'm not interested in it, it's not necessarily easy.

"I'm not interested in it, how about it?" Case obviously wasn't easy to fool.

Tom blinked and smiled, his ruby ​​eyes glowing in the dim light coming in from the doorway: "Who knows, it's so chaotic, gunshots and smoke|fog bombs everywhere, I can't remember anything sir But I'm sure, if someone took advantage of the chaos and attacked me at that time, I would definitely give him a slap on the neck without hesitation."

"..." Case hurriedly wrote a few words on the note, and then repeated the initial question: "What do you think caused the riot, I need you to answer seriously, Riddle."

Tom curled his fingers and nodded his chin, thoughtfully: "It's just an explosion of grievances. Various policies have deprived us of freedom, family, privacy, and dignity, and finally only grievances are left, and then—boom, one day at this time Bomb|bomb exploded."

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation." Case added a few more strokes to his notes, "Next."

"Who do you think is most likely to kill Adebis besides you?"

Tom looked up and thought seriously for a long time, and finally said to Case: "ALL (ALL)."

"..." Case turned to leave, but was stopped by Tom again: "Hey, don't you want to ask me about Ross?"

"What news do you have for me?"

Tom chuckled. "I don't know Ross. But why don't you ask your former colleagues?"

"Who?"

"Tobias Beecher."

"That's why Riddle recommended me to you." Beecher was not in the ordinary cell outside, but unexpectedly also locked in the confinement room.The reason he came in was because Beecher bit off part of his cock at night when the inmates in the common cell asked him to suck|fuck him.

Case looked at this guy with a beard and a wolf-like grin, and doubted whether he had followed Riddle's advice correctly—the man in front of him was obviously not a normal person.

"Aren't you afraid that I bit off a prisoner's dick?" Beecher walked slowly against the smooth walls of the confinement room, staring maliciously at Case's pants.

Case said calmly, "No, because I'm wearing pants."

There was another burst of sharp and cruel laughter, and Beecher's tears came out. He wiped them off with the back of his hand, and said with a breathless smile, "Hahaha good. What do you want to ask?"

Case swallowed, "What do you know about Ross being killed?"

Hearing this question, the remaining smile on Beecher's face disappeared instantly, and his face became faster than the governor's policy of the state.

Beecher started walking against the wall again, he was like a limp starfish on the bottom of the sea, wriggling along the gravel: "Let's make a deal." Riddle definitely did it on purpose, he introduced himself to this People, just give yourself a chance.He wanted to thank the guy, who, despite being a cold-blooded bastard, had a bit of a conscience as a companion.

Case agreed.

So Beecher closed his eyes and recalled the night full of gunfire smoke and flashes of sparks: "I saw Ross was shot ... go check the bullets."

"The bullet that shot Ross?" Case was increasingly regretting that Beecher didn't seem to know anything about it being done before he came.

"No, it was the bullet that shot Mike Minus." Beecher opened his eyes, and a crazy smile climbed up his cheek again, "Check that."

Suddenly, Keith couldn't wait to close his notebook and rush out of the confinement room. Behind him, Beecher started laughing again.

In the confinement room next door, Tom heard the very discriminating laughter from outside and the sound of the iron door closing. He closed his eyes and smiled slightly.

The results of the inspection soon came out, and the bullets in Mike Manus were not from the special operations team members. Although they were the same caliber, the one in Mike Manus belonged to another pistol|Gun - the only one in Emerald City , belonging to Sig Sauer of Said.

The clues obtained from Beecher made the Ross case progress quickly, but Adebis was anxious about it.Case even considered going to Baltimore to ask Hannibal Lecter, but before he left, prisoners turned themselves in.

It was Groves who was called "Little Ogre" for eating his own parents.Case felt it was very strange. He went directly to the murderer who surrendered and asked, "You really killed Adebis and a few of his men. Why?"

Groves rested his head on the railing, his clear amber eyes fixed on Case, making his hair stand on end.He cursed inwardly, as expected, all the monsters came out of the Emerald City, the same was true for the Riddle before, and the same for Groves.

Groves moved his mouth a few times, giving the illusion that he was eating, and then parted his lips and whispered, "Because I'm hungry."

... It is true that a piece of flesh on Adebis' arm is missing, but why is this "little ogre" hungry early and late at that time, and why is it Adebis.

As if seeing what he was thinking, Groves continued to whisper: "They tied up Adebis, and the others are running around. I can't catch it...I've been holding back for a long time."

Perfect explanation.It's just too perfect.His intuition told Case that something was wrong, but he couldn't find the loophole in Groves' words for a while:

——Why Adebis?

—Because he was tied up for easy access.

——Why did you eat people at that time?

——Because I endured it for a long time, and it happened that I couldn't bear it at that time.

but……

"Then why did you kill the other men of Adebis? You didn't eat them, did you? And you used the same method that Riddle attacked you before."

Groves smacked his lips, chewing his teeth back and forth (Case swears there must be food in his mouth, maybe some human flesh between his teeth? It's disgusting to think about it), his head hanging and humming She sang a nursery rhyme before finally replying, "Damn them. Riddle's method works just fine."

Case stood up and looked down at the tall, slender young man with long brown hair. He was curled up behind the iron railing, grasping a railing with both hands, his mouth was wriggling, and he was humming softly.He's lying, but he's doing it voluntarily, he's willing to take the blame for the real murderer.

"Gloves, you don't have to pay for other people's mistakes."

The brown brain swayed from side to side, and the humming tune paused: "They should be damned."

Case sighed heavily. He didn't want to close the case like this, but Ross's case was not over yet, and the governor continued to put pressure on him for not producing any result report. If the only prisoner who turned himself in did not change his words, he would He could only attribute the death of Adebis to him as everyone expected.

"Gloves, do you know that you will be sentenced to death?" Case couldn't help raising his voice, and the anger in his voice made the prison guard not far away look over here.

Groves hummed the song and ignored him, and he changed the lyrics to read: "They damn, hem-hem-them, goddamn-heh, everyone dies--"

Case wrote the name of the young man in front of him after the murderer's colon on the note, sighed again, and left with heavy steps.

Seeing that he and the prison guards had gone far away, Groves stopped humming and spit out the things he had been chewing back and forth in his mouth.It was a small lock of black hair, slightly curly, covered with Gloves's shiny spit - the bitter fragrance reminded him of a pine tree in a snowy winter, but inside the pine tree, he could eat his mother from inside. the taste of.Too bad he'll never know what Dad tastes like in the freezer.

Groves stuffed the hair back into his mouth in frustration, rubbing his tongue back and forth reluctantly, rubbing it with his teeth, and the last strand of hair that smelled like winter pine trees slipped down his neck Throat.Groves closed his eyes and hummed the song he had improved upon: "Everybody's going to die - ahem - die - they're all going to die -"

A few days later, in a darkened room, Groves was hanged.

And Tom, who was released from the confinement room, was stunned for a long time when he learned that the murderer of Adebis had surrendered himself and was sentenced to death. He remembered the long-haired young man looking at him brightly: "Tom, Tom, you have mother's body on you." odor."

He is such a psycho.Tom thought.

At the same time, the iron door of a certain cell opened with a rattling sound, and the black-haired young man sitting cross-legged facing the wall turned around and looked at the prison guard who came in: "Moriarty, are you ready?"

The young man stared blankly at the prison guard for a while, and finally opened his mouth to smile, his black eyes were frighteningly bright.He sat on the rough floor of the cell as if he were sitting on the throne of a king, wearing a crown, wearing glory, and holding a scepter: "Yes, officer."?