Visitors

No. Spa District, Chestnut Street 55, in a gray-blue three-story building with a garden, Lawn, and stables.

The band in the corner played a soft melody. The owner, Bono Goodwell, held a glass of golden champagne and walked between different guests, communicating with them about the aftermath of the Chemical Factory explosion, hoping to avoid his own responsibility to the greatest extent and get generous compensation from the insurance company.

He sometimes chatted with the wives of government officials, sometimes talked with his Lawyer, and sometimes communicated with important people in other aspects of the matter.

He was like a born party animal, with a quick mind and a strong body on such occasions. His dark blue and almost black Eyes and the thick brown beard around his mouth reflected the light of Crystal chandelier and shone brightly.

After bypassing an unimportant guest with a pirouette, Bono·Goodwell met Travis·Everett.

This Honest Market District's Police Inspector was not in uniform, but was wearing a black formal suit and a blue bow tie. He was also holding a glass of light Golden champagne in his hand.

"Everett Police Inspector, you must protect me during this period!" Bono·Goodwell smiled and said to Travis·Everett, "Many people died in that explosion. I'm worried that their relatives will do something drastic."

Everett pushed his Black-Rimmed Glasses, smiled and said, "This is Spa District, I can't control it, and after I entered this street, I could clearly feel that the frequency and intensity of patrols by the Police team were much higher than normal.

"Well, didn't you hire a lot of bodyguards? There's nothing to worry about. Those who died were ordinary workers and could not threaten you. Besides, they don't even know where you live."

Everett was half joking:

"If the injured and their families, who cannot get compensation for the accident quickly and have to leave the hospital early and go home to die, know that you are still holding banquets, entertaining guests with a lot of good wine, and inviting small Symphony Orchestra accompaniments, they may really lose Rationality and drag you and your family into Abyss."

Bono·Goodwell said with a smile, "The banquet has nothing to do with compensation. I have to abide by the law and wait for Verdict."

"Everett Police Inspector, if I go back to Market District to handle things, I hope you can send two or three Police to protect me."

Everett nodded slightly:

"This is my responsibility, but I need to remind you that several Police family members work at your Chemical Factory."

He is putting pressure on his subordinates, Bono Goodwell, hoping that they can get compensation as soon as possible.

Bono·Goodwell nodded silently, not caring too much.

The banquet lasted until early in the morning. Amidst the various residual fragrances, Bono Goodwell and his three children hugged each other one after another and had sex with Third Floor.

While loosening his tie, he and his wife returned to the bedroom.

With a snap, Gas Wall Lamp was lit up, and Bono Goodwell's eyes suddenly became dull.

He saw a person sitting on his favorite picture Armchair.

The man leaned forward slightly, obviously sitting, but looking down at Bono Goodwell.

He was wearing a gray-blue worker's uniform, a dark blue peaked cap, and white bands wrapped around his face, leaving only his blue eyes and two nostrils exposed.

Bono·Goodwell was startled, so he opened his mouth and shouted for help.

But before that, a semi-illusory crimson Flames Crow had condensed out from behind the "rushed" visitor, flew out, and hit Bono Goodwell's Teeth.

There was a soft bang, and Bono Goodwell's mouth turned black, and two Teeth fell down. His expression was completely Distortion in pain, and his screams were muffled.

At this time, both he and his wife were pressed against their vests with a sharp Dagger.

Franca and Jenna had come out from behind the door, closed the bedroom door, and restrained their respective targets.

One of them is wearing a black Robe with Hood and Leather Armor, with his face hidden in the shadows. The other is a men's Flax shirt with Brown Jacket, Deep Brown trousers and strapless leather boots. He is wearing a Silver-White Metal Mask that only covers the upper half of his face and exposes his eyes.

Franca The other hand supported Bono·Goodwell to prevent him from falling to the ground due to pain.

Lumian kept his sitting posture unchanged, smiled and said, "Mr. Goodwell, just a warning, otherwise your mouth will be completely blown up, not just two Teeth, which will be a little injured."

Bono Goodwell'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 think of me as your father."

After saying that, he glanced at Franca.

Franca immediately took out the "Truth Serum" that Lumian gave her before taking action, and drank some of Bono·Goodwell.

Lumian said with a smile while waiting for the effect to take effect, "Mr. Goodwell, I really didn't expect to be able to meet you and communicate with you so easily. You make me a little disappointed."

I haven't gotten Gift yet!

After Bono·Goodwell was forced to drink "Truth Serum", he asked with a bitter look on his face, "What do you want to do? I have a lot of money in the safe, and I can give it to you!"

Upon hearing these words, Jenna felt a surge of anger ignite from his chest and jump to his head.

She suddenly raised her left foot and slapped Bono Goodwell on the side of his calf.

If it weren't for the wrong position between them, she would have wanted to attack this bastard between his legs!

Fuck you, take your money to the tomb!

Bono·Goodwell's body tilted and he felt that his bones were cracked.

His instinctive scream was blocked in his mouth by the sudden concentration of Frost.

Lumian nodded approvingly to Jenna, and after Bono Goodwell calmed down a bit, he said, "I want to know why you want to blow up your own Chemical Factory."

Bono·Goodwell's expression changed and he blurted out. "How do you know?"

Before he finished speaking, he already wanted to raise his right hand and give himself a slap.

When faced with this kind of problem, shouldn't we deny it first? Why do we say whatever comes to our mind?

"Oh, I'm very honest. I just Deceit you, but you admitted it directly." Lumian said in a tone that almost gave Bono Goodwell brain congestion.

Jenna I feel like my soul has left my body again.

Although she was mentally prepared after Lumian's analysis, she still couldn't believe it when she heard the answer.

How can there be such bad people?

That destroyed hundreds of families!

After coming back to his senses, Jenna bit his own Teeth tightly.

She was afraid that if she relaxed a little, her whole body would be ignited with anger, and she would stab Bono Goodwell directly.

No, several hundred dollars!

Goodwell's wife was also looking at her husband with shocked and fearful eyes.

She originally thought that the explosion of Chemical Factory was just a simple accident.

Lumian looked at Bono Goodwell with cold eyes and said, "Why did you do that? Are you related to someone from Hugues Artois Parliamentarian’s Office?"

Hearing the latter question, Bono Goodwell could no longer control his expression, showing a mixture of shock and fear.

After drinking that weird liquid and "admitting" that the explosion of Chemical Factory was caused by him, his psychological defense had actually collapsed. At this time, he was even more full of thoughts of dragging others into the water to help him share his guilt:

"It's Rhone and Tibert! They are Secretary and assistant Secretary of Hugues Artois Member of Parliament.

"They have been hinting to me that the Chemical Factory has been in disrepair and may explode at any time. It is better to find a way to obtain the insurance compensation I bought before. When the time comes, Hugues Artois Member of Parliament will also use it as an excuse to establish the Factory, develop the economy, protect the Factory owners, and get me reconstruction funds and compensation funds.

"They always say that everything will Decay, and my Chemical Factory is the same, so there are various problems. Instead of waiting for it to explode by itself, it is better to use it in exchange for more benefits.

"I went to see them again yesterday morning. I don't know why, but my head was confused and I was persuaded by them. Only when the explosion really happened did I feel scared and went to Parliamentarian’s Office three times.

"They told me it would be okay."

What an idiot, not even a Evil God believer... influenced by Extraordinary Ability? Tibert was also talking about Decay after seeing my disguised Bono Goodwell. 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 Lawn.

Lumian and Franca quickly looked at each other and both had guesses:

The person who came to visit Bono Goodwell at this time and politely rang the doorbell was either his friend or the official investigator!

Without any words, Lumian stood up, and Franca put Dagger away in tacit agreement.

Seeing their actions, Jenna also reacted.

She took a diagonal step, raised Dagger, and thrust it hard on Bono Goodwell's shoulder.

With the squeaking sound, blood spurted out, and Bono·Goodwell groaned in pain.

Jenna did not stop any longer and rushed towards the window opposite to the main entrance.

On her Dagger, in several places in the room, the black Flames ignited and then went out quickly.

The three of them jumped out of the building one after another, climbed over the iron fence behind the garden, and disappeared into the night in the distance.

The three-person team consisting of Angoulême, Valentine and the mixed race Imre saw Bono Goodwell who had just been bandaged and whose mouth was burnt black in the bedroom.

The Factory owner said angrily, "Officer, I was almost kidnapped by three gangsters!"

Angoulême glanced at the scene, smiled and said, "We will investigate this matter later, but now it is mainly your problem."

"My question?" Bono·Goodwell was surprised.

Angoulême nodded gently:

"Let's confirm your beliefs first, and then talk about your visit to Parliament Parliamentarian’s Office on the morning of Chemical Factory's explosion."

Without enough evidence to take drastic measures against Member of Parliament and the staff around him, "Purifier" turned the direction of their investigation to Bono Goodwell.

Bono Goodwell, whose psychological defense line had been broken through, suddenly changed to Pale White when he heard these words.