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"Ansel, what do you mean?"

Sitting on a spacious and comfortable office chair, Potleme, with a big belly, stared at the gold coins lined up on the table for a while, and turned to Ansel, a decent subordinate who looked solemn in front of him, and confused.

"Director, haven't you seen anything from these gold coins?" Ansel said in a deep voice.

Portleme frowned slightly, stretched out his chubby finger and pinched a gold coin and observed it carefully. It was a fairly unfamiliar gold coin. Both the patterns and images were incompatible with the currency of the West Coast continent. It was basically easy to tell that this gold coin was not a common currency circulating on the market. However, he still didn't know what Ansel wanted to express.

He put down the gold coins, stared at his subordinate in front of him, and said, "Arsel, you know I don't like to beat around the bush. If you have any situation, just tell me."

"Director, do you remember the investigation of Brending Gorge's death case that I mentioned to you a few days ago?" Ansel said directly.

"Of course!" Potterlem suddenly said: "I remember you said that this matter is definitely not simple, and may even be related to the criminals in the wanted manifesto. He also asked me to report it to attract the attention of Lord Augsger."

"Yes, and you also said that you should not make random guesses and alarm Lord Ogsger without evidence, but today I brought you evidence." Ansel said with a serious expression.

"You said these gold coins are evidence?" Porterim reacted suddenly and said in a little shocked manner.

"That's right!" Ansel affirmed: "According to my investigation these days, all such currencies appeared on the market in large numbers after Brending Goch's death. Although the investigators have not found the source of the currency for a long time, I can be sure that the owners of these currencies must be related to the murderer of Brending Goch's murderer, and have an inseparable connection with the prisoners in the wanted manifesto!"

"Speak your judgment." Portleme said with a serious expression after hearing this.

"In response to the source of currency, we can confirm that this currency comes from the currency circulating in the country opposite the Xiafeng Strait. Look at these gold coins..." As he said, Ansel separated the same currency on the table and explained: "Through the confirmation of the currency exchanger, this type of gold coins comes from the Esdaq Trading City State opposite the Strait, and the most famous city in this country is Port Louis!"

"Port Louis?! That city that was destroyed as mentioned in the wanted manifesto?" Portrame's voice suddenly rose.

Ansel ignored the shock of the director and continued to say to himself: "We have visited the registration of ships parked at the port these days. There are no ships from the opposite side of the strait, and how do these currencies circulate into Monteres? So... there is only one truth. The person who uses these currencies is the group of people who boarded the Brending Gorge ships, and this group of people comes from the Esdaq Trading City opposite the strait. This inferred evidence is enough to show that the other party has absolutely close relations with the prisoners on the wanted manifesto! Even if not, they are related to the murderer of Brending Gorge!"

"I need to calm down and sort out my thoughts." Portleme took a deep breath.

After a moment, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the slight sweat from his forehead and said, "This matter is of great importance. You'd better write a detailed report. I'll hand it over to Lord Ogsger for review!"

"As for order!" Ansel said solemnly.

"By the way. What else have you found these days?" Portleme calmed down.

"My people are still pursuing clues to the source of money, and no other discoveries are available for the time being. But I can guarantee that sooner or later they will be exposed to our relentless pursuit." Ansel said.

"What if the other party leaves Monteres?" Portleme frowned.

"I thought about this problem once, but when I realized that the currency was still circulating in the market of Monteres, I decided that the other party was still staying in Monteres and did not leave." Ansel said.

"Strange, suppose the other party was really the murderer who killed Brending Gorge, or the prisoner in the wanted manifesto, from the other party's perspective, it would be easy to expose their own legs if they stayed in one place for a long time, but why did they never leave?" Portleme mused.

"Maybe they are too confident, or they have other reasons to stay in Monteres," Ansel guessed. "If it is the latter, it means we must speed up the tracking process, otherwise once they have no reason to stay in Monteres, they will regret it!"

"Well! I will give you the greatest authority in this matter, and I must ensure the clues to follow up!" Porterim slapped the table and said sternly: "Especially when you find out that the prisoner is truly an identity, you must not act rashly. All of it is left to me and Lord Ogsger to decide!"

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"Mr. Lowell, I've heard some bad rumors recently."

In a teahouse in Changzhi District, Diweit slowly drank the hot tea in his cup, but his eyes were always on the pedestrians passing by on the street, as if he was deliberately ignoring the guests opposite him.

"Mr. Diweit, your news is really good. I happened to have heard some bad rumors. I don't know if it's the same as what you heard." Xia Lan put her hands on the table, supported her chin with one hand, and said with an ordinary face with a gentle smile.

"Inspector Ansel of the Security Department has been secretly pursuing the truth of Brending Gorchi's death recently, as if the clues were related to a currency." Diweit put down the teacup, and at some point an extra gold coin was consciously or unintentionally rotating between his fingers, and this gold coin was a gold coin from Xia Lanxu Ring!

"Your Inspector is indeed a smart guy, but I don't know where he has tracked down?" Xia Lan smiled as if nothing had happened.

"I'm not the group of people wrapped in black dog skins in the security department, so how could I know what happened to them?" Diweit smiled.

"However, some people like to keep dogs, don't they?" Xia Lan said.

"I do like to keep dogs, but I have some useless puppies." Diweit said slightly, "I am not as capable as some people who have the ability to raise some expensive big dogs!"

"Although the puppy can't bite the big dog, you can at least bark and remind the owner a few times." Xia Lan said. "Or may also draw the attention of the big dog."

"I have already told the puppy to do this, but sooner or later the big dog will turn around and bite the puppy's owner." Dewet sighed.

"As long as you get enough time, the puppy's task will be completed." Xia Lan stood up and smiled and said goodbye, "Thank you for your hospitality. See you next time the auction."

Looking at Xia Lan's gradually moving away, Diweit shook his head and focused on the pedestrians passing by the street again.

He already had enough clues on hand to prove that Mr. Lowell's identity is not simple, and it is even inseparable from the death of Brending Gorge. Otherwise, how could Ansel, an iron-faced detective in the Monterres Security Office, seize the other party and refuse to let go?

But, is it all about him?

As a businessman, all he cares about is money and transactions.

However, Mr. Lowell was too cautious.

He took out a piece of paper and pen from his arms, brushed a few strokes and wrote a line of words. Then he stood up from his seat and put down the piece of paper without any trace when passing by an inconspicuous table.

A man in bright clothes sat on the table. He seemed to be confused about the paper that appeared on the table. When he saw the contents on the paper, his fair and handsome face changed instantly.

There is only one sentence written on the paper.

"I admire your professional ethics, but please don't continue to monitor me while I'm taking a shower or excreting, okay?"

It turned out that Diweit had discovered the surveillance that Xia Lan was stationed beside him early in the morning.

at the same time.

Xia Lan seemed to be walking aimlessly on the streets and alleys of Monteres, and from time to time he would show interest in some goods placed in the shops. As noon approached, he wandered around again after enjoying a sumptuous lunch in a restaurant. As time passed, it was almost evening.

When passing by an alley, a young man who was drooping his head and cursing in his mouth came across from Xia Lan. He looked in a very bad mood.

The moment the two passed by each other, the young man suddenly fainted on the ground.

Xia Lan looked at the young man on the ground and smiled slightly. Her face changed to the other person's appearance. After looking around, he took out a sack from the virtual ring and put it in directly. By the way, he took out a bottle of potion and poured it into his mouth.

After discarding the sack in a dark corner, Xia Lan stretched her waist and arms, and then walked out of the alley with the dejected look of the young man just now.

Before he knew it, he came to a quiet residential area and walked into the back door of a certain residential building.

"Jet! Why are you back now? Do you know how long I have been waiting for you?"

As soon as he entered the school, Xia Lan saw a middle-aged woman holding a rolling noodles bar roaring at her in anger. Without saying a word, she waved the rolling noodles bar and pretended to beat her.

"Ms. Dora! I know it's wrong! I know it's wrong! Don't beat it! Ouch..." Xia Lan quickly pretended to beg for mercy and avoid it, but unfortunately the other party still did not stop and kept shouting: "Have you been gambling again? How many times have I warned you? If you go gambling again, see if I don't break your legs!"

"I really know my mistake! Ms. Dora, it's getting late. If you don't prepare your master's supper, we will be in trouble later!" Xia Lan said hurriedly while "donating".

"Hmph! After cooking dinner later, see how I can clean up you! Hurry up and go into the kitchen to help!" Ms. Dora seemed a little tired of chasing and looked a little panting.

"Okay OK!"
Chapter completed!