Mystery: Shadow of Order Chapter 58

45 Gatton Street, West End, Rawls' home.

In the bedroom, Rawls turned to the description of the shooting case investigated by lawyer Jurgen:

Several neighbors of Werther Gold testified that at 11:00 p.m. on June 27, a gunshot was heard first, and then another gunshot was heard dozens of seconds later, and it was accompanied by a man's screams. The frightened neighbors did not go out to check the situation immediately, and waited for about half an hour before the neighbors went out to check.

Neighbors who went out to check found blood on the door, but the street was empty. It was not until 6 in the morning that he went to the police station to report the crime. The Hillston police station informed him that the gun suspect had been arrested, but he did not know that it was Werther Gold.

The Hillston Police Department arrested a senior sheriff of Wetter Gold, and the case presented to the police was that he and his partner heard gunshots while patrolling nearby, and immediately rushed to Snow Wind Street, where the gunshots originated. go.

When they arrived, they found that Werther Gold was aiming a gun at Lancer Nozick, who had been injured, and immediately pulled out the revolver to confront Werther Gold. After forcing Mr. Gold to put down the gun, he was arrested and sent to the police station. The injured Lancer was then taken to the hospital.

The partner of the senior sheriff is a young police officer. His statement is not much different from that of the sheriff. Werther Gold is suspected of wounding people with a gun. It is their common view.

The Hillston Police Department apologized for not allowing the lawyer to meet the "suspect" Werther Gold, and would punish the senior superintendent, but still determined that Werther Gold wounded with a gun. For good reason, that revolver is the one that Werther Gold often uses.

Now the two sides hold their own opinions, but public opinion is very unfavorable to Werther Gothe. Except for the first time, before the bipartisan efforts were made, it was reported that the shooting was related to the son of Congressman Nozick, and there was no related news after that. After the two parties worked together to suppress public opinion, the case was no longer linked to the two parties. It was just an ordinary shooting case, and at best it was more difficult to solve.

After five or six days, the big newspapers have stopped reporting related events, but some small newspapers have reported that many retired soldiers who have experienced war are difficult to integrate into ordinary life. Insane asylum.

Under this kind of public opinion offensive, because of the conflict with Lancer, Werther Gold became more likely to retaliate with a gun at night.

Rawls pinched the inner corner of his eye. He had already asked Jurgen to invite a psychiatrist to do a psychological evaluation on Witte Gold. This kind of public opinion attack would hardly work. But the case can't be dragged on any longer. Even if the retired soldiers start to march, it will not help much in the Werther Gold case, and it will even be counterproductive.

Rawls instructed the valet Morris to inform the housekeeper Augst to implement the plan in advance, and then walked into his private laboratory.

Today is Monday, it is 2:48 now, the second Tarot Club is about to start.

Above the gray fog.

Above the gray fog, Klein transformed the magnificent temple, the long bronze table directly under the broad dome, and the twenty-two high-backed chairs with symbols of different constellations.

He quietly walked to the top and sat down, covering his body and face with a thicker gray mist. Then he stretched out his right hand and pointed at the three familiar "crimson" stars from afar, establishing a wonderful connection.

In the windowless basement, Alger Wilson, with a rough and deep profile, sat at a long table with various utensils and parchment scrolls.

Alger glanced sideways at the wall clock on the wall and saw that the hour hand was pointing to three o'clock. He pinched his temples, his eyes suddenly darkened, and the various utensils on the table also showed a subtle luster. At this moment, he found that the crimson light emerged like a tide, emerging out of thin air, and drowning himself in one fell swoop.

Backlund, Queens, in the Hall family's luxury villa.

"I'm really looking forward to it." Audrey took a breath, suppressed her excitement, and pursed her lips and looked at the mirror.

However, she couldn't see the reflection of herself, only the crimson and illusory light burst out from all around her body at the same time.

Above the gray fog, it was as grand as the temple where the giant king lived.

The two sides of the long bronze table were blooming crimson, rising and falling like a fountain. Three vague figures were "carved". Their positions did not change in any way compared to the last time.

The tall and slender Audrey looked up instinctively, and saw the figure sitting back in the thick gray fog, laying one hand flat, touching the edge of the table, holding the other hand, and gently twisting her chin.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool," Audrey shouted briskly.

Then, she turned her head, looked at the opposite, and said in the same tone:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Emperor. Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man."

Rawls nodded and said with a smile:

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice."

Alger Wilson looked at Mr. Emperor beside him, and said with a smile:

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice."

He is not an enthusiastic person~www.mtlnovel.com~, but he should be polite, not to mention that the ghost shark blood that Miss Justice gave him was far more than 100ml.

Klein, who was at the head of the long bronze table, smiled and looked at the three of them and greeted them. He felt more and more like he had opened an online dating platform. Fortunately, he didn't have to pretend to be a female netizen.

He lowered his head slightly, raised his vacantly held left hand, and tapped twice between his eyebrows.

What he saw was different in an instant. He saw the brilliance of "Justice", "Emperor" and "The Hanged Man".

The surrounding gray fog and crimson stars did not change, nothing seemed to exist, and there was no bright and pure brilliance that seemed to have a certain life.

Turning his eyes lightly, Klein saw that the color of Justice's aura completely matched Old Neil's description. The red was red, the purple was purple, the blue was blue, and the white was white. The luster was bright and the thickness was right. At first glance, it is a girl full of energy.

"Her emotional colors are red and yellow, happy, enthusiastic, excited"

Klein turned his attention to the mysterious Mr. "Emperor", saw that "Mr. Emperor" was wearing a dressing gown again, and said in his heart:

"Last time was in the morning, you were wearing a dressing gown, no problem, but now it's the afternoon! How much do you love wearing dressing gowns!"

As for the color of Mr. Emperor's aura and Miss Justice, the color of his emotions is not much different, but there is more red, which represents enthusiasm and excitement.

Mr. Emperor, your emotions don't quite match your external performance. Seeing Mr. Emperor leaning lazily on the back of the bronze chair, he almost regarded this place as his home.

Just when Klein was about to look away, he suddenly discovered that the surface of Mr. Emperor's astral body was a deep, flowing darkness, revealing a sense of distortion, which made Klein a little upset.

Chapter end

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