Online game god pet hunter

Chapter 538 Let the nobles take the blame
At this time, Su Mo was directing on the second floor of a restaurant.

The people with the Scarlet Battle Banner were scattered at the crossroads, all disguised as passers-by, waiting for his instructions.

The reason why Countess Kitty Macaulay was blocked in various ways was because Mr. Bob, the former executioner, left the textile factory a little late today.

He whipped to death a girl who ate cottonseed at work.

It took a while to dispose of the body.

"It's almost there, you can bring the carriage over, and pay attention to the pedestrians when you start." Su Mo saw Mr. Bob from a distance, his bald head was shining brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

At this intersection, there is no difference from usual.

There are not many people in the deserted area. This is not a downtown area, and it is not the peak period with the most traffic.

When everyone saw a carriage approaching, they all quickly gave way to both sides of the road.

If you are more particular, you have to take off your hat and bend down to pay high respect to the countess who is going to meet her little lover privately.

Earl Macaulay is nearly nine years old, but he is still one of the most prestigious finance ministers in the Federation. His concubine gave birth to a son for him a few months ago and held a grand banquet. All the aristocrats sent people to cheer, which was very popular.

Mr. Bob, the former executioner, likewise backed away.

In fact, he felt a little contemptuous in his heart, what is so great about the earl, remembering that in the noble rebellion more than ten years ago, he hanged three earls.

At this moment, the war horse pulling the cart of the Countess suddenly reversed its running direction for some unknown reason, and fell into a state of madness, colliding and accelerating...

The coachman exclaimed, the guards were amazed, the Countess screamed.

It was accompanied by a shrill scream.

Soon, the guards rushed up to help the coachman control the frightened horse and stabilized the carriage again. The countess was shocked and angrily reprimanded from inside the carriage. As a noblewoman, she was so surprised that she would either throw herself into someone else's arms and cry, Or it can only turn fear into anger.

"Ma'am, the horse was surprised and killed a pedestrian." A guard knelt on one knee and reported to the master.

"Ma'am, the pedestrian disturbed the horse and was killed." Another guard gave a different opinion. He reminded his companion and the Countess in a low voice, and said, "The dead man has the mark of the Law Enforcement Corps on his collar." , may be a little troublesome."

"Damn it, where did the law enforcement team have the guts to assassinate me, go home!" The Countess is obviously not a weak woman, otherwise she would not dare to meet her lover outside behind her husband's back.

So, a poor former executioner of the Law Enforcement Corps, our Mr. Bob, not only lost his life, but also kept changing his identity.

First the victim, then partly responsible, and finally planted as an assassin.

The inspectors rushed over quickly. After all, someone was killed, and there was a sign of the law enforcement team on the collar of the deceased.

The Countess wanted to leave, and the inspectors dared not stop her, but they also wanted to explain to the law enforcement team, so they actively collected evidence at the scene to restore the true face of the incident.

One of the Macaulays' guards stayed behind to assist with the investigation.

The road is wide and the dead man is not in the middle of the road. How did this happen?

It is said that the horse is frightened, but why is it frightened.

The few eyewitnesses couldn't tell a story. They only saw that the carriage suddenly changed direction and rushed straight to a bald man on the side of the road, knocking him over and trampled him, and then being run over by the heavy and luxurious carriage. Press it again.

The specific cause of death is unclear, either being trampled to death or being crushed to death.

Mr. Bob walked this way all day, and he was barely half a public figure before—executing executions in full view, so he was quickly recognized.

A retired executioner.

And an officer of the law enforcement team was quickly invited over.

"Poor guy." The officer covered his mouth and nose with a white handkerchief, and frowned at the dead man paralyzed in a pool of blood, letting out an inexplicable sigh.

There are no suspects, if there is one, it is the carriage of Earl Macauley's family.

"It was probably an accident. How could Earl Macaulay murder a retired executioner, and let his wife go out in person, and find someone to dig a hole to bury him." The officer quickly made a decision, and he tidied up his clothes , decided to go to Earl Macaulay's mansion now, first to report the case, and second to condolences to the frightened countess.

Su Mo wiped his mouth and hands with a napkin, and he and Yun Fei got up and left.

From the beginning to the end, they never left the restaurant, and the one who really did it was the technical geek in the clothing store at Lukou.

God cat is shopping for clothes.

He was very generous and gave two gold coins as a tip, so the young and beautiful waiter patiently let Shenmao try on one after another.

When the sound of hands came from the communicator, he moved the dressing mirror.

Although the setting sun was not dazzling, it suddenly entered the right eye after refraction. The horse, which had been surprised before, was frightened again, instinctively tilted its head, and then galloped all the way.

It's not a perfect design, but it's executed perfectly.

Su Mo and Yunfei checked out and left, and some of the passers-by also left slowly. They were responsible for intercepting passers-by speciously, leaving only one target of the carriage behind.

Shenmao finally chose the clothes, paid the money and left.

The inspectors cleaned up the corpses and washed away the blood on the stone slabs on the ground, and the place soon became peaceful as if nothing had happened.

Two players tracked down the patrol and took note of Mr. Bob's cemetery.

In fact, it is not a cemetery. The officers of the law enforcement team gave six gold coins for the funeral, but they would never spend six gold coins for such a bachelor.

In the mass graves outside the city, dig a hole to bury some soil, count one, two, three, four, five, Mr. Bob's feet are not covered, and the two inspectors leave with a shovel on their shoulders. Six gold coins are enough for them to spend a night.

The two players quickly dug Mr. Bob out, cleaned it up a bit and put it in a coffin.

At the request of Baron Santos, the body was transported to an estate outside the city.

"I've heard about it, and it's done very well. I'm curious how you did it." Baron Santos looked like an ordinary wealthy businessman with a pipe in his mouth.

"It's all trivial tricks. I think we have completed the task." Su Mo didn't want to talk about the details.

Baron Santos was disappointed that he couldn't hear the story he wanted to hear, but he didn't care too much, and decided to reward Su Mo for completing the mission right away.

With the lessons learned from the previous few times, he didn't dare to withhold Su Mo's reward, after all, Count Dracula still doesn't want to see Su Mo.

(End of this chapter)