Chapter 2561 Dear Mr. Detective 12
"Why are you here so suddenly today?" the thin man leaned against the counter and asked curiously, "Didn't our operation have been planned for a few days?"
The silent man next to him also spoke in a low voice, "How is the investigation into Mr. Vincent's death going?"
Alric exhaled smoke, and the gray smoke rings slowly rose, blurring the somewhat cold and hard lines on his face.
"That's why I came here," he said, his brows unconsciously furrowed again, and he asked irritably, "Vincent is a Catholic, why didn't you tell me?"
"What!" The three people behind the counter screamed at the same time. The reaction was greater than Alric expected.
The thin man suddenly straightened up, even holding his head, his face full of disbelief, "Oh my God! This...we don't know either! No one has ever told us about it, not even him!"
Bearded Locke was also stunned, and forgot to pick up the cupcloth in his hand that fell on the counter.
He scratched his thick hair vigorously, full of annoyance. "Oh my God. If he is really a devout Catholic... then all the help he secretly provided us... God, hasn't he been violating his faith and breaking church law?"
"Oh... my poor friend Vincent..." His voice trailed off.
Alric smoked silently, his green eyes appearing even deeper and more unfathomable through the smoke.
Just then, there was a sudden commotion in the corridor outside.
"catch him!"
"Don't let him get away!"
"It's the Griffin Gang! Stop him!"
Alrick and the three people behind the counter suddenly changed their expressions.
Before the bearded Locke's bulky figure could squeeze out from behind the counter, Alrick had already extinguished his cigarette and saw a panicked man with a fierce look in his eyes rushing in with a dagger in his hand.
Alric grabbed the dagger that the man who rushed in stabbed with his bare hands, and the attack was fierce and heavy, like a mob killing show.
To be honest, no one would not be attracted to Alric when seeing the blood flowing down his white fingertips.
It may even attract the preference of some people with sexual perversion.
Jinchen's throat felt dry again after just two sips of wine. He put the glass at his lips, stared at Alrick, and drank the rest of the wine.
However, Alric himself felt no joy at all.
Especially after pulling open the attacker's collar and seeing the dark tattoo on his shoulder.
The pattern was twisted and weird, barely recognizable as an orchid, but the petals were hideous, more like some kind of mutated monster, exuding an evil aura.
"Black Orchid..."
Alric's green eyes narrowed coldly. He grabbed the man's hair and pulled his bloody face in front of him, his voice low and dangerous.
"Is this the latest logo of your Griffin Gang after they got a new leader?"
The man's throat was damaged and he could no longer speak complete sentences. He could only make gurgling sounds, and blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, but the fear that flashed in his eyes was tantamount to acquiescence.
Alric threw the man away in disgust.
He stared at the strange orchid tattoo, his brows furrowed, an inexplicable sense of familiarity lingering in his heart.
He must have seen a similar pattern somewhere...
Cyrillic.
In Vincent's study, Cyril picked up the dried black petal and drew the pattern
The two are almost 90% similar.
Jinchen, who also saw the tattoo clearly, said: "..."
God, he just thought that the flower was suitable for this kind of painting, so he just sketched a few strokes.
This is pure coincidence.
[Oh wow~] Ling Gungun exclaimed, [Host, the Lord God doubts you?]
Jinchen looked at Alrick's profile as he stared at the tattoo in deep thought, but he was not panicked at all.
"No," he said, even with a hint of amusement in his tone, "I am the innocent Cyril."
In Alric's eyes, Cyril was a simple gentleman who was deeply in love with him and had some artistic talent.
The seeds of doubt are not so easy to plant.
It’s better to leave the tit-for-tat stuff to “Chen”.
Two identities can always solve the problem.
"Oh..." Ling Gungun seemed to understand, but then added, "Information shows that the Griffin Gang originated from the black market of Beiyaer City, and their influence has gradually spread. Now, they are almost a cancer in the entire kingdom's underworld, symbolizing the ultimate corruption and evil, committing all kinds of evil."
Jinchen suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure at the other end of the corridor, looking over here furtively, as if paying special attention to the movements here, and then shrank back, behaving suspiciously.
Alric had apparently noticed it too.
He still had murderous intent at this moment, and there was a cold light in his green eyes. He would not let go of any clue related to the Griffin Gang, and the enemies who fell into his hands usually had only one end.
But Jinchen couldn't let it go on any longer.
Alric's mental state is now unstable and his dark value is alarmingly high. Allowing him to continue to be dominated by killing and hatred is definitely not a good thing.
He put down his glass and silently approached Alric who was chasing the snooper.
Alric chased into the corridor, but was suddenly stopped by someone and led into the darkness.
Jinchen's body was pressed against his back, firmly pinned.
"Hello again, baby." A low and evil smile sounded against his ear.
In the darkness, Jinchen took off the mask on his face with his free hand and bit Alrick's earlobe.
"Being blinded by killing is not the behavior of an elegant gentleman."
Alric's body tensed, his heart raging with rage.
It’s this lingering pervert again!
"Damn it, you dare to show up!" Alrick punched away.
They started fighting with fists and feet.
In the darkness, even though Alric could only vaguely sense the other party's figure and breath, he was not at a disadvantage at all, and they clamped each other for a long time.
Every move is deadly, and it is hard to tell who is taming whom.
But Jinchen was at ease and always managed to catch the opponent by surprise when he attacked. Even though blood was gradually seen and Alric's breathing became heavier, his breath was not disordered at all.
Until he was sweating profusely, Alrick fell behind by half a move, and Jinchen unbuttoned the adjustment buckle on the side of his pants.
Alrick cursed inwardly and at the same time strangled Jinchen's neck, able to take away his breath at any time.
"Let go!" Alric yelled.
"My dear, you have no strength left. You can't kill me."
Jinchen whispered viciously in his ear and pressed down his ambitious suit pants, and the crisp pants fell off.
Alrick's pupils suddenly shrank, and he tightened his grip on his neck, wishing he could kill this pervert.
A gentleman would fasten complicated shirt clips on his legs. Jinchen seemed to be unable to feel the approach of death. He slowly pulled the fastener strap of the shirt clip, poked his fingertips in, and flicked it.
When Alric once again tried to strangle Jinchen to death with more force, he turned Alric over roughly and pressed his chest against the wall.
"Obviously, I won this battle of power." Jin Chen bit his earlobe and said, "The winner enjoys privileges."
