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Police Department.

Nil was there in person, observing the police review of the matter.

When Malcolm arrived with Lyra, the first round of questioning had already been conducted inside.

When he saw the two coming, Nil immediately cforward to offer his condolences.

"How did Ms. Lloyd get here so quickly and in person? Have the injuries been treated yet?" Lyra's lips were slightly wan. She was about to answer, but Malcolm took the lead to answer for her, "It has been dealt with. The doctor said the injuries are not particularly serious. She is thinking about the early resolution of the attack, so we cover." Nil posed as an invitation for the two to go sit in a special lounge.

Just sitting down, Malcolm continued to ask, "How's the investigation going?" Nil shook his head seriously, "They are elite killers bought from the black market anonymously. This group of people are just listening to orders. For the purchase behind the scenes, it is not clear. Although we haven't found out who shot her, the bullets taken from Ms. Lloyd's arm has been sent to identify for the model. | believe it will not take long and the results can cout. " Atria's control of gun trafficking was also relatively strict, and those who could hold a gun had passed a professional test and were equipped with a professional gun permit.

As long as the model of the small sniper rifle was identified and screened among all the countrymen who could hold a sniper rifle, there was not much problem.

Lyra quietly listened and inadvertently sneered, "Another assassin bought from the black market. So familiar." Nil, sensing her tone, asked with slight surprise, "Is it possible that you have experienced a similar attack before?" Lyra did not speak.

Malcolm explained on behalf of her, "Yes, in Frayton of Crana, Rara's illegitimate sister bought forty elite killers in the black market to kill her in Crane Bay Bridge with a machete. Fortunately Crana's control of firearms is the strictest in the world, so no one can shoot from the shadow. " Nil was surprised to hear that.

"A mere illegitimate daughter of a powerful family can actually have such great ability?" Malcolm was silent, turned his head to look at Lyra's expression, and saw her that she turned cold for a few moments.

It was never the illegitimate daughter of Ethel that hurt her the most.

Rather, it was her father Reginald, who was the supporter behind Ethel, and Collin, who was aware of Ethel's persecution of her, but chose to help hide it.

Malcolm looked at her with distress, sighed silently, reached out and took her clenched fist, desperately trying to stuff her with security.

Nil noticed that the atmosphere was not right. Guessing that there was quite a story here, he had the good sense not to ask any more questions but asked someone to prepare a pot of good fruit tea.

Lyra was gradually easing out of the emotions of the old days.

Thinking of Anne who seemed strange, she asked Nil, "What do you know about Earl Hoare from Owhil, and that girlfriend of his?" Nil thought deeply about it.

"Paul has too many girlfriends. Before Anne Windsor, his girlfriend can set up a band. | guess sexes, even he can't nhimself. He's forty-something years old. An non-maritalist, hanging around all day.” "But he can afford to fool around. With Owhil noble identity, he wants nothing, not to mention his business acumen is good. Plus his father passed away, all the huge inheritance fell on his head. He is taking money in every business field. If not to talk about his private life, just look at him as a business partner to say. He is a good choice.” Lyra pondered the information in those words and continued, "So how long ago did he and Anne announce their relationship?" "I'm not sure about this, but | heard about it before. He was on a business trip to Crana when he met his current girlfriend. | heard that Anne was studying in Crana at the time, and after the two established a relationship, they traveled to various countries from tto time." Nil took a sip of hot fruit tea, "But with what | know these days, Paul is really attached to this girlfriend, more than the love and care of any previous girlfriend. I'm afraid he's real.” Lyra listened to his words and silently calculated the general timeline.

Could it be such a coincidence? It just so happened that they met in the territory of Crana and then he brought her out of the country.

For Paul's status of fand fortune, if Anne really had a problem, it was okay to just give her a new identity.

"Why are you so concerned about Paul's personal life? Is there something suspicious related to this assault case?" Lyra was thinking, until Nil's inquiry brought her back to her senses.

"Just a casual question.” Before the matter had been revealed, these were only her personal guesses. Without any actual evidence, it was easier to say it to alert the army and make the opposite side more prepared.

Anerve in her head suddenly and inexplicably tingled. She knitted her brows and rubbed the back of her head with great effort.

The place that was hit by the stick, was bruised purple. With gently touch, it could set off wisps of pain.

Malcolm could see that she was not feeling well and took the initiative to wrapped her into his arms, "Rara don't think about it. All these things are too draining. You've only just been injured. Use your head less." She leaned against Malcolm's broad chest and nodded gently.

"Take a nap if you don't feel well. Don't worry. Leave the rest to me." She nodded again, closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep in Malcolm's arms.

Nil was watching from across the room and felt even more sorry for himself.

"Mr. Malcolm, for my improper management of the jurisdiction, | solemnly apologize to you. | really did not expect that it would delay your return to the country because of this, but you can rest assured that for this matter | will definitely let the entire police department thoroughly investigate clearly. Any suspicious place will not be spared.” Malcolm had no expression, lowered his eyes to gaze at his wounded wife in his arms, and gently helped her caress her back gently and carefully.

"The person who hit Rara on the back of the head with a stick today, did you find out who did this?" Nil: "We're looking into it. Once we find the one who did it, we'll never let it go easily." Malcolm's voice sounded indifferent, "As compensation for this assault, | demand when the person is found, | am allowed to deport this person to the Crana interrogation room, where | will personally handle.” "This .." Nil felt it difficult, "Although they are doing improper job, they are citizens of Atria after all. Isn't it not proper to be brought to Crana for interrogation?” Malcolm expression looked cold and resolute, "These killers are orphans, raised since childhood by the organization of the black market. They are unregistered citizens, dangerous existence. | just want the one who beat Rara, and quietly deport this person to Crana. No one knows." Nil was silent and was a little swayed inside.

As compensation, it was not a big deal to let him take someone away quietly.

But he had not yet succeeded to the throne. Once this matter was known by those who had the intention to take advantage of the opportunity to his father the king to inform against him. He had to get into trouble.

Moreover, he always liked to follow the rules.

"Mr. Malcolm, I'm not going to lie to you. I'm the first heir to the throne. I'm afraid of doing wrong. A little carelessness is easy to makein trouble. If you want to quietly take this person away, I'm afraid you can't. Once | find out who hurt Mrs. White, | can go to the king according to the process to report. | will do my best to help you resolve this." Knowing Nil's character, Malcolm didn't say anything more.

Sort of agreeing.

The lounge suddenly fell silent.

Nil was having fruit tea and Malcolm cuddled his sleeping wife.

In order to let Lyra sleep comfortably, he did not dare to move even if his legs were stiff.

The quiet lasted for several minutes until a police gently knocked on the door and entered.

After greeting Nil respectfully, the police officer asked Malcolm, "We have started the third round of individual questioning. The chief askedto cand get sother information from you." Malcolm didn't raise his eyes and his tone didn't rise or fall, "Say it." "Do you and your wife usually have any enemies? Or a particularly competitive rival?" "There are too many enemies and competitors, but not many in Atria.” The police officer listened while writing down his words, "Then this incident, do you have a key suspect?" Malcolm kept looking at Lyra who was in his arms. Remembering her obsession with Anne's identity for no apparent reason, he gradually went cold.

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