"This... is this Audis City Hall?" A dusty postman appeared outside the Audis City Hall, pushing a bicycle with twisted wheels. Some parts of his clothes had been ground, and there was a thick layer of putty on it. His hair looked like it had not been repaired for a long time, and he didn't know where to find a straw pole and tied it together.

It was already mid-December, and the weather in the north was much colder than in the south. He was trembling with cold, and his lips showed a little blue-purple color.

Looking at this guy who seemed to be able to play anytime and anywhere, several passers-by bypassed by him and walked away. They didn't want to cause any trouble. Instead, two young tourists who came to visit told the postman that this was the city hall of Audis.

Soon, Du Lin said that a postman would deliver things to him and would hand them to him personally, asking him to come down and take a look, or put them directly in the guard booth.

At this time, Dulin remembered from a corner of his memory that when he was on the phone with Mr. Ksma last month, Mr. Ksma said that he had taught the postman something, but he didn't expect that he had come now. He frowned and told the doorman that he would go down now. The postal system of the Empire was really terrible. The things that could be delivered in a few days were delayed for a month, and Dulin felt a little angry.

But when he saw the postman, all the displeasure turned into smoke and smoke and disappeared, because he knew this postman, who was the only postman in Alfalfa Town. When he was a child, he called him "Racing" because the racer said that he could ride a bicycle faster than a car. When he grew up, Dulin called his real name, Mr. Sisi.

"Uncle Ceci... why are you here?" Du Lin immediately went up to meet him. While asking someone to bring two thicker clothes and hot water, he invited Mr. Ceci into a small reception room on the first floor. After asking Ceci to put on his clothes and give him a cup of hot water in his hand, his expression that seemed to be about to be finished finally calmed down.

"If you have anything, you can call me..." Before Dulin finished speaking, he saw a box. This box might be the only thing he and his car was well preserved. There was no doubt that this must be the thing Mr. Ksma said. Dulin was a little amused and crying, "If you just give something, you can deliver it to the post office in Trnell. Why did you deliver it yourself?"

Sisi smiled honestly, "Because when Mr. Kesma brought the things to me, he told me to hand them over to you personally. This matter is very important to me, so I came here in person." He turned around and looked at the bicycle on the edge of the square that was not worth repairing. "If I hadn't fallen on the road at night in Lingu, I would have been able to come here a few days in advance."

When he looked back at the bicycle, Dulin, who was sitting opposite him, also saw the bicycle. He thought there was something wrong with Mr. Sisi's mind, and he understood it in an instant.

Sisi has no problem, he has a "mission".

How many Mr. Kesma had been following and companions in the town of Claus, Dulin didn't know. It seems that Kina's father, Layton, is obviously a, the sheriff who is always drunk, is there anyone else? Perhaps Mr. Sisi in front of him is also one of them, so he habitually obeys every request of Mr. Kesma, even if this request is a bit stupid in Dulin's view.

Although this is a stupid thing, for Mr. Ksma, "Thank it to him with his own hands", Mr. Sisi rode his bicycle from the southwest border line of the empire to the hinterland of the empire. This persistence and spirit is indeed respectable.

Sisi was a child of a slave from a wealthy businessman. Later, she was rescued by Mr. Kesma and had been helping Mr. Kesma with a provocative "ultimatum" and he was always able to complete the task well. Once Sisi was caught while delivering letters representing the organization, but the nobles looked at him as a postman and thought that it might be just an innocent person, so they temporarily locked him in prison.

What's amazing is that he escaped, then stole the letter from the local lord's study, placed it on the table in the living room, and then left the city.

He is a very serious person and a trustworthy person.

"Can you drive?" Dulin asked after watching Sisi put the box out of his hand with a very ritualistic feeling.

Sixi nodded, "I know a little, as long as it is a means of transportation, I know a little."

It can be seen that what he said was a modest statement. After all, being able to ride a bicycle for nearly a thousand kilometers and being able to come to Audis alive is not just a little bit simple.

"I have an extra car here. Please give it to Mason for me. He needs this now." Du Lin stood up as soon as he finished speaking, and seemed to be ready to set off immediately. Du Lin immediately grabbed his arm, "You can rest for a few days first, play around here, and go back in a few days, don't worry."

After asking Dove to arrange a place to stay next to his villa, Dulin returned to the study with what Mr. Ksma gave him and closed the door.

When Dufo saw Du Lin's rare seriousness, he immediately came over. Du Lin looked at him, and he also looked at Du Lin.

"You open the box..." Dulin pointed to the box wrapped in canvas.

Dufo immediately turned around and looked for the knife that cut the envelope. He tried it, but couldn't cut it open. Canvas is not paper. This kind of canvas is not only difficult to cut, but also has certain waterproof functions. Seeing Dufo searching for a long time but not found a sharp knife, Dulin pointed at his finger and gestured.

He suddenly woke up, and his palm touched the box, and a hole in the canvas jacket suddenly cracked. Dulin took out a wooden box, and after opening the lid, it was filled with white cotton. It should be a fragile item, at least Dulin thought so. He grabbed it inside, touched something cold, and after slowly taking it out, he realized it was a white mask.

The lines of the mask are a bit weird, giving people the feeling that there is a hint of madness hidden in the funny. There is a dark red pattern on the forehead of the mask, with a semicircle facing upwards, and there are nine red dots above the semicircle, just like the sun that has just poked out half of its face from the sea level.

Dulin immediately understood that this was Mr. Ksma's mask, the bloody dawn mask. He handed the mask to Dufo and glanced at the box. There was a letter in the box. The letter Ricksma not only arranged a "drama" for Dulin, but also wrote some lines that he seemed a little embarrassed to speak. With his current emotional intelligence and experience, how could he not see that Mr. Ksma wanted to borrow his hand... Dulin could not find an accurate word to describe the word he was going to say, pretending.

Mr. Kesma couldn't stand Mennon's treacherous and merciful dog-legged man who became a master and wanted to show him what he said in the letter. In fact, Menon contacted Mr. Kesma without any flaunting element, but was a little scared. After that ambush, Mr. Kesma was depressed for a while, and then immediately followed the New Party overthrew the rule of the nobles, and Mr. Kesma disbanded the Blood Dawn.

But Mennon united the group of people again and became the leader. These people were all Mr. Ksma's subordinates in the past. He took the initiative to entice the group of people to his subordinates. Although it was reasonable to talk about the past, it felt a little worse in reason. So he wrote a letter to greet Mr. Ksma, expressed his respect, and told the matter out.

In Mr. Kesma's opinion, this is a show-off, shameless show-off, and he also intends to kidnap Mr. Kesma's little, so he has already been painted a huge xx in Mr. Kesma's heart.

He asked Dulin to wear this mask the moment before killing Mennon, and then said that the dialogue that Dulin felt embarrassed would always rise. Tonight, use your blood to kick off the dawn!

This sentence is probably good if it is placed on a stage play, but it always feels a bit awkward to say it with such a mask.

"Is this thing an antique?" Du Fu tossed and turned carefully and looked at the mask in his hand, weighing it, which was a bit heavy.

Du Lin took the mask back and put it on his face. Looking outside through the hole in his eyes was a little different from looking directly. The making process of this thing is not simple!

He quickly took off the mask, put it back into the box and locked it in the safe. "It can be said to be an antique, or it can be said to be an era. I believe many people will be interested in it! Don't leak this matter, otherwise we may be in a little trouble."

Bloody Dawn killed many nobles in those years, and these nobles also had friends and relatives. The nobles in the past are still nobles. The times seem to have improved, but nothing seems to have changed! They may avenge their relatives, or maybe not, but this is always a trouble, right?

Less than 120 kilometers away from Dulin, Amp put the tokens in his hand back into the evidence bag. He took off his gloves and recorded some things on the notebook next to him. After careful inspection and verification, all the tokens found at the crime scene were forged, and they looked no different from the tokens circulating in Audis, but there was still a little change in the subtleties. More importantly, their components were completely different.

This also shows exactly why they died, because they violated Dulin's interests. How could a person like a venomous snake let them go?

This has been verified by Ampu. Since the Trnell Golden Robbery, all the crimes of Dulin, those who have planned or injured him have become history.
Chapter completed!