"Is this... Is this the city hall of Otis?", a dusty postman appeared outside the city hall of Otis pushing a bicycle with twisted wheels. Some parts of his clothes have been worn out and covered with a thick layer of putty. His hair looks like it hasn''t been repaired for a long time. I don''t know where I found a straw pole and tied it casually.


    It was already the middle of December. The weather in the North was much colder than that in the south. He was shivering with cold, and his lips showed a little blue and purple.


    Looking at this guy who seems to be able to play eggs anytime and anywhere, several passers-by bypassed him and walked away. They don''t want to get into any trouble. On the contrary, two young tourists who came to visit told the postman that this was the city hall of OTIS.


    Soon, Du Lin told the doorman that a postman had sent him something and had to hand it to him. He asked him whether he should come down and have a look or put it directly in the sentry box.


    At this time, durin remembered from a corner of his memory that when he talked with Mr. kesma on the phone last month, Mr. kesma said that something had been taught to the postman, but he didn''t expect to come until now. He frowned and told the guard he was going down. The imperial postal system was really rotten. Something that could be delivered in a few days was delayed for a month, and Turin was a little angry.


    But when he saw the postman, all his unhappiness turned into smoke and disappeared, because the postman he knew was the only postman in alfalfa town. When he was a child, he called him "Mr. racing" because Mr. racing said he could ride a bicycle faster than a car. When he grew up, durin called him his real name, Mr. Cecy.


    "Uncle Cece... Why are you here?" Turin immediately welcomed him and asked someone to bring two thicker clothes and hot water. At the same time, he invited Mr. Cece into a small reception room on the first floor. After letting Seth put on his clothes and gave him a cup of hot water in his hand, his look as if it was going to be over soon slowed down.


    "If there''s anything you can call me..." before Dulin finished his sentence, he saw a box. This box may be the only thing well preserved in him and his car. There''s no doubt that it must be the thing Mr. kesma said. Durin was a little embarrassed. "If you just send something, you can send it to the post office over there. How did you send it yourself?"


    Ceci smiled with a simple and honest smile, "because Mr. kesma told me to give it to you personally when he delivered it to me. It was very important to me, so I came here in person." he looked back through the window at the bicycle on the edge of the square that didn''t even have the value to repair, "If I hadn''t fallen down walking at night in the forest valley, I should have come a few days in advance."


    When he looked back at the bike, Turin, sitting opposite him, also saw the bike. He thought there was something wrong with Mr. Cecy''s brain. He understood it in an instant.


    Ceci has no problem. He has a "mission".


    Durin didn''t know how many followers and companions Mr. kesima had in alfalfa town. Now it seems that his father Leighton is obviously one, and the sheriff who is always drunk is one. Will there be others? Perhaps Mr. Ceci in front of him is also one of them, so he habitually obeys every request of Mr. kesima, even if it is in Durham Lin looks a little... Stupid.


    Although this is a very stupid thing, for Mr. kesma''s sentence of "hand it to him", Mr. Sisi rode a bicycle from the southwest border of the Empire to the hinterland of the Empire. This persistence and spirit is indeed respected.


    Sisi was the child of a slave of a rich merchant''s family. Later, he was saved by Mr. kesma. He has been sending Mr. kesma a provocative "ultimatum" , he was always able to complete his task well. Once Ceci was caught delivering letters representing the organization, but the nobles thought he might be just an innocent man when they saw the dress of a postman and temporarily locked him in prison.


    Miraculously, he escaped, stole the letter from the local Lord''s study, put 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?" Turin asked after watching Ceci put the box from his hand on his own hand with a sense of ceremony.


    Ceci nodded. "I can do a little, as long as it''s a means of transportation."


    It can be seen that what he said is modest. After all, it is not so simple to ride a bike for nearly a thousand kilometers and come to Otis alive.


    "I have a spare car here. Give it to Mason for me. He needs this now.", as soon as Du Lin finished speaking, Ceci stood up and looked ready to start immediately. Du Lin immediately grabbed his arm. "You should rest for a few days, walk around here and play, and go back in a few days. Don''t worry."


    After Defu arranged a place for Sisi to stay next to his villa, durin took what Mr. kesma gave him back to his study and closed the door.


    Dufo saw that Du Lin was rare and serious, and immediately gathered together. Du Lin looked at him, and he also looked at Du Lin.


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


    Dufo immediately turned to find the knife for cutting the envelope. He tried it and couldn''t open it. Canvas is not paper. This kind of canvas is not only difficult to cut, but also has a certain waterproof function. Looking at dufo looking for a long time, he didn''t find a sharp knife. Turin pointed to his finger and made a gesture.


    He suddenly woke up, put his palm on the box, and the canvas coat suddenly cracked. Dooling took out a wooden box. After opening the lid, it had been filled with white cotton. It should be a fragile product, at least Dooling thought so. His hand scratched inside, touched a cold thing, and slowly took it out before he knew it was a white mask.


    The lines of the mask are a little weird, giving people the feeling that there is a trace of madness hidden in the funny. There is a dark red pattern in the eyebrow center of the mask, with a semicircle facing upward, and there are nine red points above the semicircle, just like the sun with half a face emerging from the sea level.


    Durin immediately understood that this was Mr. kesma''s mask, the mask of bloody dawn. He gave the mask to dufo and looked at the box. There was a letter in the box. Mr. riksma not only arranged a "play" for Dooling, but also wrote some lines that he seemed a little ashamed to speak. With his current EQ and experience, how can he not see that Mr. kesma wants to borrow his hand... Turin can''t find an accurate word to describe the word he wants to say for a moment, pretending to force.


    Mr. kesma doesn''t like to see mennon, such a treacherous Philistine''s dog leg, showing off to him after he has become a man - he said so in his letter. In fact, the door-to-door farmer contacted Mr. kesma without any element of showing off, but a little frightened. After the ambush, Mr. kesma was depressed for some time, and then followed by the new party''s overthrow of the aristocracy, Mr. kesma dissolved the bloody dawn.


    But mennon united the group again and became the leader. These people used to be the subordinates of Mr. kesma. He took the initiative to capture these people under his own hands. Although it is reasonable to say in the past, he feels a little worse in reason. So he wrote a letter, exchanged greetings with Mr. kesma, expressed his respect, and said it.


    In Mr. kesma''s view, this is showing off, shameless showing off. In addition, he plans to kidnap little Mr. kesma, so he has been painted a huge picture in Mr. kesma''s heart ××。


    He asked Du Lin to wear this mask at the moment before killing mennon, and then say the dialogue that made Du Lin feel very embarrassed - the sun will always rise. Tonight, use your blood to kick off the dawn!


    It''s probably good to put this sentence on a stage play, but it''s always a little awkward to say it yourself wearing such a mask.


    "Is this thing an antique?", dufo carefully examined the mask in his hand over and over, and weighed it. It weighed a little.


    Du Lin took the mask back and put it on his face. Looking out through his eyes is different from looking directly. The manufacturing process of this thing is not simple!


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


    Bloody dawn killed many nobles in those years. These nobles also had friends and relatives. Those aristocrats in the past are still aristocrats. The times seem to have improved, but it seems that nothing has changed! They may or may not avenge their loved ones, but it''s always a trouble, isn''t it.


    Less than 120 kilometers away from Turin, ANP put the token back in the evidence bag. He took off his gloves and recorded something in the nearby book. After his careful inspection and verification, all the tokens found at the crime scene were forged, which looked no different from the tokens circulating in Otis City, but there were still some subtle changes. More importantly, their components were completely different.


    This also exactly explains why they died, because they violated Dooling''s interests. How could Dooling, who is like a poisonous snake, let them go.


    This point has been personally verified by ANP. Since the tener gold robbery, all the crimes of durin, those who intend to or have hurt him, have become history.


    This group is no exception. They have become a new pendant on the wall of the Dooling medal.