Chapter 251 Visitors Hot Spring District, No. 55 Chestnut Street, a gray-blue three-story building with a garden, lawn and stables. The band in the corner played soft melodies. The host, Bono Goodwill, held a glass of golden champagne and walked among the guests, discussing with them the aftermath of the chemical plant explosion, trying to avoid his own responsibility to the greatest extent possible and get generous compensation from the insurance company. Sometimes he chatted with the wives of government officials, sometimes he talked with his lawyers, and sometimes he communicated with important people in other aspects of the matter. He was like a natural banquet animal, with a quick mind and strong body for such occasions. His deep blue, almost black eyes and the thick brown beard around his mouth were shining in the light of the crystal chandelier. After pirouette-dancing around an unimportant guest, Bono Goodwill ran into Travis Everett. The police superintendent of the Honest Market District was not in uniform, but wore a black suit and a blue bow tie, and also held a glass of light gold champagne in his hand. "Chief Everett, you must protect me well during this period!" Bono Goodwill said to Travis Everett with a smile, "Many people died in the explosion. I'm worried that their relatives will do something extreme." Everett pushed his black-framed glasses and smiled. “This is the hot spring area, I can’t control it. Moreover, after I entered this street, I could clearly feel that the frequency and intensity of the police patrols were much higher than normal. "Well, didn't you hire a lot of bodyguards? What's there to worry about? Those who died were ordinary workers. They couldn't threaten you. What's more, they didn't even know where you lived."
Everett half-joked: "If the injured and their families who had to leave the hospital early and go home to wait for death because they could not receive compensation quickly knew that you were still holding a banquet, entertaining guests with a lot of good wine, and even invited a small symphony orchestra to accompany them, they might really lose their minds and drag you and your family into the abyss." Bono Goodwill smiled awkwardly: “The banquet has nothing to do with compensation. I have to abide by the law and wait for the verdict. "Superintendent Everett, if I go back to the market area to deal with something, I hope you can send two or three police officers to protect me." Everett nodded slightly: "It is my duty, but I need to remind you that several police officers have family members working at your chemical plant." He was putting pressure on Bono Goodwill on behalf of his subordinates, hoping that they could get compensation as soon as possible. Bono Goodwill nodded silently, not caring too much. The banquet lasted until the early morning. Amid the lingering aromas, Bono Goodwill and his three children hugged each other one by one and went up to the third floor. He loosened his bow tie and returned to the bedroom with his wife. With a click, the gas wall lamp was lit, and Bono Goodwill's eyes suddenly became dull. He saw someone sitting in his favorite armchair. The man leaned forward slightly, and although he was sitting, he looked down at Bono Goodwill. He was wearing a gray-blue worker's uniform and a dark blue peaked cap, with white bandages wrapped around his face, leaving only his blue eyes and two nostrils exposed. Bono Goodwill was startled and was about to open his mouth and shout for help. But before that, a semi-illusory scarlet flaming crow had already formed behind the "unexpected" visitor, and it flew out and hit Bono Goodwell's teeth. With a slight bang, Bono Goodwill's mouth turned black and two teeth fell out. His expression was distorted by the pain and his screams were blocked. At this time, both he and his wife had a sharp dagger pressed against their vests.
Franca and Janna had come out from behind the door, closed the bedroom door, and subdued their respective targets. One of them was wearing a black robe with a hood and leather armor, with her face hidden in the shadows, and the other was a man wearing a linen shirt with a brown jacket, dark brown trousers, and strapless leather boots, wearing a silver-white metal mask that only covered the upper half of her face, leaving her eyes exposed. Franca supported Bono Goodwill with her other hand to prevent him from falling to the ground due to pain. Lumian remained seated and smiled. "Mr. Goodwill, that was just a warning. Otherwise, your mouth would have been completely blown up, not just two teeth lost, which is a bit of an injury." Bono Goodwill's wife finally came to her senses and asked in horror: "Who are you? What are you going to do?" "Who am I?" Lumian laughed, "You can treat me as your father." After saying that, he glanced at Franca. Franka immediately took out the "truth serum" that Lumian gave her before the action and fed some to Bono Goodwill. Lumian smiled and said as he waited for the effect to take effect: "Mr. Goodwell, I didn't expect to be able to meet you so easily and have a friendly exchange with you. You kind of disappoint me." I haven't received any gift yet! After being forced to drink the "truth serum", Bono Goodwill asked with a bitter look on his face: "What do you want to do? I have a lot of money in my safe, I'll give it to you!" Hearing this, Janna felt a surge of anger rising from her chest and rushing to her head. She suddenly raised her left foot and slapped the side of Bono Goodwill's calf. If they weren't in the wrong position, she would have liked to attack this bastard between his legs! Fuck you, take your money to the grave! Bono Goodwill's body tilted and he felt his bones were broken. His instinctive scream was blocked by the sudden condensation of ice in his mouth. Lumian nodded approvingly to Janna, and after Bono Goodwill calmed down a bit, he said: "I want to know why you wanted to blow up your own chemical plant." Bono Goodwill's expression changed, and he blurted out: "how do you know?" Before he finished speaking, he already wanted to raise his right hand and slap himself. Shouldn't you deny it first when faced with this kind of question? Why did you just say whatever came to your mind? "Oh, you're quite honest. I was just deceiving you, but you admitted it straight away." Lumian said in a tone that almost gave Bono Goodwill a brain congestion. Jenna once again felt as if her soul was leaving her body. Although she was mentally prepared after Lumian's analysis, she still couldn't believe the answer when she heard it. How can there be such a bad person? That would destroy hundreds of families!
After coming to her senses, Janna clenched her teeth tightly. She was afraid that if she relaxed even a little, she would be ignited by anger and stab Bono Goodwill directly. No, hundreds of dollars! Goodville's wife was also looking at her husband with astonishment and fear. She originally thought that the explosion at the chemical plant was just a simple accident. Lumian looked at Bono Goodwill with cold eyes and said: "Why would you do that? With someone in the office of Councillor Hugues Artois?" After hearing the latter question, Bono Goodwill could no longer control his expression, revealing a mixture of shock and fear. After drinking the strange liquid and "admitting" that he had arranged for someone to do the chemical plant explosion, his psychological defenses had actually collapsed. At this time, he was even more eager to drag others into the water to help share his guilt: "It's Rhone and Thibaud! They are the secretary and assistant secretary of the Councillor Hugh Artois. "They have been hinting to me that the chemical plant has been in disrepair for a long time and may explode at any time. I should find a way to get the insurance compensation I bought before. When the time comes, Congressman Hugues Artois will use the excuse of building a factory, developing the economy and protecting the factory owners to get reconstruction funds and compensation funds for me. “They always say that everything decays, and so does my chemical plant, so there are all kinds of problems, and instead of waiting for it to explode, it’s better to use it to gain more benefits. "I went to see them again yesterday morning. I don't know why, but I was confused and convinced by them. When the explosion really happened, I felt scared and went to the congressman's office three times. "They told me it would be OK." What a fool, not even a follower of the evil god... affected by supernatural powers? When Tibalt saw me disguised as Bono Goodwill, he was also talking about decline. What exactly did they want to achieve? Lumian thought for a while and was about to ask about the details of the conversation when the sound of a bell being pulled suddenly came from the iron fence gate outside the lawn. Lumian and Franca exchanged a quick glance, and both had some guesses: The person who came to visit Bono Goodwill and politely rang the doorbell at this time was either his friend or an official investigator! Without saying a word, Lumian stood up and Franka put away the dagger tacitly. Seeing their actions, Janna also reacted. She took a sideways step, raised the dagger, and thrust it hard into Bono Goodwill's shoulder. With a hissing sound, blood spurted out and Bono Goodwill groaned in pain. Janna didn't stop and rushed to the window opposite to the main entrance. Black flames ignited on her dagger and in several places in the room, then quickly went out. The three of them jumped out of the building one after another, climbed over the iron fence at the back of the garden, and disappeared into the night in the distance. ………… The three-man team consisting of Angouleme, Valentine and the mixed-race Imre saw Bono Goodville, whose mouth had just been bandaged and was charred, in the bedroom. The factory owner said angrily: "Officer, I was almost kidnapped by three gangsters!" Angouleme glanced at the scene, smiled and said: "We will investigate this matter later. Now it's mainly your problem."
"My question?" Bono Goodwill was shocked. Angoulême nodded slightly: "Let's first confirm your faith, and then talk about your visit to the congressman's office on the morning of the chemical plant explosion." In the absence of sufficient evidence and unable to take drastic measures against the congressman and his staff, the "Purifiers" turned their investigation to Bono Goodwill. Bono Goodwill, whose psychological defenses had been breached, turned pale upon hearing these words. (End of this chapter)