Facing the hideous doorman, he raised the wind lamp in his hand. When the keychain sounded "Langlang" randomly, he opened the door lock and pushed open another metal door with thick cotton wool in the middle, which was one foot thick.

It was pitch black behind the door, and a bitter cold air hit my face.

Lan Mujin and Lan Kikyo subconsciously narrowed their eyes. The two quietly moved two steps and stood quietly behind Mark Police Academy and the gatekeeper. At this distance, if Mark Police Academy and the gatekeeper have any abnormal movements, they can kill them as soon as possible.

The cold air rushed over, and Qiao's nose stinged. He leaned back to the sky, and then sneezes twice.

Standing beside Qiao, his teeth pressed on the hilt of the sword with his right hand also shivered, and then he sneezes several times in a row, subconsciously cursing: "What the hell is this?"

The janitor held the wind lamp and walked out in a row. As he walked, he giggled and said, "You are right, isn't this a ghost place? Hehe, it's a ghost place!"

Amid the 'hispering' sound of matches, a faint smell of gunpowder came.

Outside the door of the lifter, on the wall of the long corridor, one kerosene lamp after another was lit. The dim light illuminated the corridor and also illuminated the white cold fog that was nearly one foot high in the corridor and rolled on the ground.

"Police Officer Qiao, please come here." The Academy of Mark tightened the short cloak on his body, coughed, took out a silver oak leaf statue emblem from his sleeve and pressed it on his heart, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

It is obvious that Mark Police Academy is a devout believer of Muteste.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?" Joe followed closely behind Mark Police Academy and walked into the deep corridor: "Ha, my sister Weima is also afraid of ghosts... My favorite thing when I was a child was to tell ghost stories to Weima on a thunder and rainy night!"

"I'm not afraid, but respect." Mark Police Academy muttered guiltily: "Don't you think? Their souls have returned to the great Muteste... only the dirty and heavy body is left, left in the world for the mourning of their loved ones."

"Will anyone mourn that old guy Seajack be mourn him?" Joe's big belly almost pressed on the back of Mark's police academy. He also looked around with a little guilty conscience, and muttered in a low voice: "Mortal? This name is a bit... uncomfortable."

"I would rather call it a morgue... damn it." The Marc Police Academy agreed with Joe's opinion very much. The word 'morgue' really makes people feel a little nervous: "But the Marquis of Seajac, his sons and daughters, have been in Ruhr these days. I heard that the matter of inheritance is very troubled."

"We have been almost annoyed by them these days." The Marc Police Academy whispered: "But there is no way. The seals and tokens that the Marquis of Seajac carry with them are important evidence before the end of this case and cannot be returned to his family."

The janitor guided the way in front and kept lit the oil lamps on the walls on both sides.

On both sides of the deep corridor, ten feet wide, there were black iron doors closed tightly. Each door was covered with a piece of white paper with more or less names written on it.

This means that behind these iron gates, corpses are being preserved one after another.

The more they walked along the corridor, the lower the sound of Joe and Mark Police Academy became, and in the end, both of them didn't say anything. They had a strange feeling of walking at the junction of life and death, which made them unable to speak.

The temperature in the corridor was very low, so low that Qiao's breathing turned into thick white mist in the air.

The white mist fell from the mouth and nose, and gradually condensed into a ball with the cold mist on the ground. The cold air spread along the legs of the trouser, making people feel cold all over. Qiao and Ya kept sneezing all the way.

After walking for a while, the group arrived at the end of the corridor. The janitor tried hard to open the large iron door at the end of the corridor, then rushed in quickly and lit up the lights inside.

The dim light illuminates the huge cold room behind the iron door.

In the cold room that is dozens of feet long and wide, thick ice cubes are piled on all sides of the walls, and in the cold room are several rows of hard granite stone beds. On the granite bed boards that are as bright as a mirror, hideous corpses are quietly lying.

All the corpses were naked and exposed directly in the cold air. The biting cold air covered the surface of these stiff corpses with a thin layer of ice crystals.

Many corpses have traces of being dissected, and some wounds are not properly cleaned up, and they are exposed to the cold air. The skin, fat, muscles, and blood vessels have become very strange due to the low temperature outside.

Qiao instinctively swallowed and spitted.

Next to these granite stone beds, each with a simple iron rack, with nameplate made of white paper, and cold names written on it.

On a stone bed nearest to the cold room door, a woman's body was lying quietly.

Her head was gone, and the white paper nameplate on the iron frame beside her was written with extremely simple handwriting-

‘Senior intelligence officer of the Imperial Intelligence Headquarters, Lilith von Glayton, code-named ‘Black Widow’!

"Code-name Black Widow?" Qiao's eyes quickly left the body of the woman who had been frozen into a dark blue color, and his eyes focused on the white paper nameplate: "This nickname is really ugly."

Joe subconsciously thought of the scene where he saw Lilith for the first time in the conference hall on the second floor of the Naval Club in Tulum Port.

Lilith, who was cold and beautiful, was like a cockfighting, staring at each other across the conference table!

And now, she has become a terrible corpse, lying here coldly.

"Represents the Black Widow." The Mark Police Academy said in a deep voice: "The code name of the Intelligence Headquarters has its own reason... I can imagine how sharp, decisive and extraordinary the person with this code is. But she is dead."

Mark Police Academy sighed heavily: "I haven't seen her before, but I heard that she is a very beautiful lady? What a pity..."

"Yes, it's a pity." Joe turned his head and looked at the granite stone bed next to Lilith, and then his eyes suddenly condensed.

On the stone bed, there was only a ball of coke the size of a human head, which was not human at all.

On the iron frame next to this ball of coke, the name of Marquis of Seajac is marked on the white paper nameplate... On the two layers below the iron frame, there are several deformed rings, two private seals the size of a thumb, and a family heraldry with exquisite workmanship.

"Is this, that old guy Seajac?" Joe stared at Mark's Academy in shock.

"The power of heresy has almost been burned." The Academy of Police spread its hands and shrugged: "If the fire brigade at the railway station had not put out the fire in time, even this wreckage would have been difficult to preserve."

Lan Mujin suddenly stepped forward two steps. He leaned over the ball of coke, and his nose almost hit the coke. He sniffed it seriously and sniffed it again and again.

"The Ruhr City Police Station has the most capable police detective power in the Empire." Mark Police Academy played with the silver oak leaf statue emblem in his hand and said in a low voice: "All the clues we found from these corpses have been compiled into files. Officer Joe, you can access them at any time. This is the privilege given to you by Your Highness."

The implication of Mark Police Academy is nothing more than that the Ruhr City Police Station has done its investigation to the extreme. You group of "comrades" in Tulum Port will not have to waste energy or pretend here.

Lan Mujin ignored Mark's academy. He flipped his right hand and a long silver needle was added between his fingers, and then carefully stabbed into the ball of coke.

"Hey, this is not in line with the rules!" The janitor jumped over and reached out to grab Lan Mujin's hand.

Qiao's thick arms blocked the janitor. His thick palm flipped, and a bronze bill appeared between his fingers, and gently shook it in front of the janitor.

The new version of the banknote with a denomination of one hundred gold mark is brand new and shaved, reflecting bronze light under the light.

‘Uh’… The janitor raised his head and looked at Mark Police Academy with a restrained look.

Mark stayed at Police Academy for a short while. He looked at Joe, then looked at the banknotes that Joe had held his fingers, and spread his hands helplessly: "Your Highness has granted Officer Joe the privilege... He is in Ruhr City and can do whatever he wants."

The janitor smiled and carefully pulled the banknotes away from Qiao's fingers, then bent down step by step, and took several steps back: "Dear Your Excellency, you can do whatever you want... Anyway, you can do it, you can do it, you can do it... All are dead, all are dead!"

Lan Mujin carefully pulled out the silver needle, and there was a faint bloody color on the tip of the needle.

He put the silver needle to his nose and sniffed it gently, then stuck out his tongue and licked it gently on the silver needle.

He put away the silver needle expressionlessly, took two steps back, put his hands in his sleeves, and returned to his usual cold expression as cold as an iceberg.

Qiao looked at Lan Mujin, and he also came to the stone bed, looked at the ball of coke seriously, and suddenly laughed "sigh".

"To be honest, how can I know what detectives? Dear Lord Seajac, I came here just to see what you look like when you die... Ah, when I was in Tulum Port, if I had the chance, I would have sunk you."

"I didn't expect that I could hold a stunning water burial for you, but you were burned into this ghost by a fire!"

"Seriously, if you can find someone who attacks you, I will give him a bonus, seriously! For example, one hundred gold coins?"

Mark's Academy and the gatekeeper both widened their eyes at the same time - what did they hear?

Qiao smiled proudly, then flicked her tongue and issued a strange syllable - 'La'!

Laplacie had a full understanding of Joe. Joe said "one hundred gold coins" in the previous sentence, and then issued the syllable "la". Laplacie suddenly understood that Joe wanted to know some information, but he would never pay more than one hundred gold coins for this information.

In the inner pocket of Joe's chest, a ten-gold mark denomination bill disappeared.

A crimson light curtain emerged in front of Joe:

*

Existence: Old Hans - the poor old widower, died here alone. He didn't know who would be cheaper to the five golden marks he hid in the hole in the thatched hut wall.

*

Qiao widened his eyes, stared at the ball of coke, and cursed angrily.
Chapter completed!