Chapter 31 Murder
Graybridge Port was not big, and everyone was happy to add some spice to their monotonous lives. The love-hate relationship between Lady Rose and the impoverished nobleman was enough to provide the people of Graybridge Port with gossip for several months, but in less than two days, it was replaced by an even more shocking scandal.
The former Director of Public Security, the leader of the Leather Boots, Nite Samman, who is always arrogant and domineering, is actually not good at that.
The most disgusting thing is that not only is he incapable of doing so, he also likes to use cruel means to play with the civilian girls he abducted.
The source of the information is a suicide note, the owner of which is none other than the mysterious "Mrs. Rose." She had inadvertently glimpsed Nite Samman's incompetent and vicious habits, but was temporarily unable to expose his crimes - until her husband was slandered as a mob member and killed. She vaguely realized that she and her son would not live long, so she decided to curse the despicable and filthy soul of her enemy by self-immolation in extreme hatred and grief. Before doing so, she handed the suicide note to the editor-in-chief of the Graybridge Harbor Breaking News, a smart and upright man. It was not until Nite Samman was imprisoned that the editor-in-chief felt the time was right and made the note public.
Of course, let’s not talk about how devastated the “intelligent and upright” editor-in-chief was when he woke up and saw what he had published.
"...Let my soul burn in the fire, my dear Benny, my dear children, please don't hate me, I really don't know what else I can do...I'm sorry, I love you." Mrs. Rose wrote in the unsigned suicide note.
Her story moved countless readers to tears. Even many nobles and scholars heard of this tragedy, and bards even wrote poems about it. Soon, a scholar discovered that the author of the first report signed the original meaning of Apatra, and speculated that the editor published this "lie" to test whether the Saman family knew the secret of Lady Rose.
Not long after, Nite Samman's wife suddenly announced in the newspaper that she was divorcing her husband, citing his "loss of sexual potency." According to the "impotence trial" law, this meant that the now-disgraced former director would not only face dozens of serious charges in the stand but also have to take off his pants in front of 15 jurors to prove his "potency" in public.
If we say that up to now, Nit Samman has just become a complete laughing stock - the turning point of this incident known as the "Burning Rose Incident" was that several prostitutes that Nit Samman had frequented for many years bravely stood up and testified that dozens of innocent civilian girls were tortured to death by him.
Recalling the disappearance of young girls that had occurred one after another in the port, the people of Huiqiao Port, who had originally just been laughing at the nobles, were completely ignited with anger. The gate of the Public Security Bureau was smashed to pieces with filth, and people passing by would always spit at it. If Nite Samman had not been in prison, he would have been torn to pieces by the angry crowd.
Of course, the professor had already left Huiqiao Port by then, and he fell into a rare silence when he heard the news.
"I didn't expect it to go so smoothly," he said seriously. "Benny's wife can read, there's a missing person notice in the newspaper about a missing girl, and Nit Samman is impotent and has a bad habit - I just made up a story and combined it with some of the truth I saw."
Unfortunately, his companion's eyes only became more subtle - he was truly worthy of being the final villain, as he achieved his goal of killing without shedding blood with just a few words.
Back to the present, Nova Brody still has no idea how big a wave the suicide note he spent three minutes to fabricate will cause. He didn't even step out of the Pearl Sea Mansion all day, and stayed at his desk organizing notes.
The God's Blessed One hadn't returned yet, and no one knew where he had gone. Nova didn't care. Neither of them were children who needed to be looked after. All his thoughts were on his precious parchment book. When he looked up again, he realized that it was getting late.
The black-haired young man stood up, leaning on the table. He then realized he was dizzy from hypoglycemia. He frowned and subconsciously reached for a chair beside him. At that moment, something strange happened.
Someone suddenly covered his mouth and nose tightly from behind, and then a hemp rope was tightly tied around his neck and pulled tight, trying to break the scholar's fragile larynx.
Tables and chairs overturned, and the victim subconsciously used his hands to desperately tear at the hemp rope around his neck. But the struggles of an ordinary person were too insignificant for a martial artist. A twisted, sinister smile appeared on the corners of the assailant's mouth. He had been waiting outside the mansion all day, but the victim had not come out. His plan to have him "shoot himself" in a corner had failed, and his emotions turned from anxiety to anger. He simply decided to change his plan and sneak into the room, strangle the victim to death, and then disguise the death as hanging.
As for the coroner? The Saman family wasn't so incapable of even handling this.
The murderer was about to increase his strength and listen to the wonderful sound of broken bones - then, he heard a hissing sound like an air bag leaking air, soft and dull, almost silent, but it was so deafening when it fell on the eardrum.
Nova felt a sudden, damp heat on his back, like being doused in a basin of water. The immense force in his neck suddenly vanished, and he slammed backwards, followed by the dull thud of a body falling to the ground.
The black-haired young man covered his neck and coughed violently. He turned his head and his pupils shrank into a small dot in an instant. Only one step away from him, a tall, masked man in black was lying silently in a pool of blood.
The man's limbs and neck had been twisted into grotesque shapes by an inexplicable force, and he was completely dead. Even more terrifying, his body was riddled with bloody holes, torn to pieces. White, red, and yellow internal organs spilled onto the floor, and blood even sprayed onto the ceiling. The damp heat Nova had just felt was the blood and flesh gushing out of him.
……What's this?
The black-haired young man subconsciously wanted to bite his fingertips, but found that the fabric of the gloves was completely soaked with blood, warm and sticky, which was simply disgusting.
This was the scene Azuka saw when he rushed back after realizing the protective spell had been triggered - in the dark room, tables and chairs were scattered all over the floor, the smell of blood was so strong it choked people's noses, and a corpse with an extremely miserable death was lying in the middle of the floor.
The God's Favored One's expression suddenly turned cold. The bathroom light was still on. When he pushed the door open, he saw the professor, nearly completely drenched in blood. Two blood-red gloves were thrown to the ground. He stood calmly in front of the mirror, carefully examining the pale red marks on his neck.
“…”
Azuka was sure her heart stopped for a moment.
When he regained consciousness, he had already pinned the man down in front of him and was meticulously feeling him up and down. His nemesis was frowning, resisting and trying to escape his grasp: "I'm fine, the blood is all that guy's—damn it, stop touching him, control yourself!"
"Didn't you cast a protective spell on me?" He sighed in pain and said as lightly as possible, "It's just that the effect is a bit too exaggerated. It will be difficult to deal with. I suggest you adjust it later."
——You're lying. The God-favored ones don't like the smell of blood. Apart from the broken necks and limbs, the rest of the violent and violent powers do not belong to the other party.
Azuka didn't answer, nor did he care whether the other person's blood would stain his clothes. He just pulled the person into his arms and hugged him tighter and tighter.
"It's okay, don't be afraid."
He whispered, carefully pressing the dark-haired young man's head into his shoulder and gently kneading the back of his neck.
"...Are you treating me like a cat?" Nova stood still and asked expressionlessly.
The one favored by God did not respond, but grabbed the other person's extremely cold hand, which was still trembling slightly unconsciously, and slowly penetrated and tightened his fingers.
His old enemy quieted down, standing there and letting him hold him. It was unknown how long it took before the black-haired young man's tense body finally relaxed.
...So the body temperature of a companion can really calm humans down?
"...I'm really fine," Nova said tiredly, "It's just that this is the first time I've seen something like this. I'm not used to it, and it feels a bit disgusting. Don't think I'm too fragile."
After so many years in this world, he has seen many kinds of corpses, but this is the first time he has seen someone die right in front of him, and in such a grotesque and horrific way.
"...I shouldn't have left you for so long." The God-favored One said gloomily.
He recalled the first, careless thought that had crossed his mind—that his old enemy might have died inexplicably in some corner.
...died inexplicably.
"Fate won't let me go," he nervously hugged her tightly, whispering in his nemesis's ear, "Countless disasters and coincidences will naturally befall me and those around me... Only then will the 'plot' become sufficiently eventful and interesting."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Nova looked at him in confusion, feeling that this man's mental state was even worse than his.
"I'm not dead. I just got a few scrapes. Think about who our enemy is." The professor scolded her bluntly, "Azuka, don't be so arrogant. There has never been a savior in this world, nor is there such a ridiculous fate."
This was the first time he called the other person's name directly.
“…”
The other person didn't answer, but just held him tightly, her long eyelashes drooping, her pretty face stained with sticky blood, and even revealed a bit of grievance that was consistent with her physical age.
Only in the place where the professor couldn't see, a manic and silent vortex gathered in those blue eyes. If the man in black outside hadn't been dead...
"…and you did protect me well."
The professor awkwardly pulled his hand away and quickly patted his overly nervous companion on the head. "I recognize your ability, and the deal between us continues."
The other person hummed softly, lowered his head, and rubbed his hair with his cheek.
Covered in the murderer's blood, which had even dried halfway, Nova felt like he was standing in a stinking slaughterhouse. The other person was still clinging to him, their body heat seeping in through the bloody clothes with an extremely powerful attitude. The professor finally couldn't stand it anymore.
"So how long are you going to hold me? Let go!"
The author has something to say:
Impotence Trial: In 14th century Europe, a legal provision was recorded in documents: if a woman wanted a divorce, she had to prove to the judge in court that her husband was impotent and had no sexual ability.
The law's application reached an unprecedented scale in the 17th century, when approximately 10,000 divorces were filed in Europe under the "Impotence Trial."
If the men involved in the case want to prove their health in court, they will not only have to have an erection in court, but will also be further required to prove that they can ejaculate.
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