Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 190 Allegiance
"Why, you want me to tell the truth when I'm drunk?" Meursault sneered, "This little bit of wine isn't enough."

"Who is the main messenger?" Eve asked again.

Meursault was silent for a moment.

"Intis's diplomatic ambassador, Beckland Jean Martin."

He replied in a flat tone.

"They're selling so fast..." Rui Rui paused licking her front paws and couldn't help but complain, "We didn't say we'd let you go if you just confessed."

Meursault was somewhat surprised that the cat spoke, but he did not react much, after all, it was the cat that had just pressed him to the ground.

Of course, if it weren't for that strange illusion, he thought he wouldn't be defeated by a cat.

Meursault came back to his senses and looked at "Sherlock", sneered, and said disdainfully: "If you can kill him, you don't have to do it. I will go to the police station and commit suicide."

Eve touched her chin, looking thoughtful.

Meursault saw "Shylock" lowering his head and stroking his chin, looking thoughtful, as if he was really considering the feasibility of this matter. His eyelids twitched, and he said, "Don't even think about it. No matter how powerful a Beyonder is, he doesn't have the ability to become an enemy of a country."

"Maybe if you reveal more information I can kill him quietly." Eve continued. She could see that Meursault's murderous intention towards the ambassador was not fake but not that strong. It was the kind of "death is best, he can't do anything if he's alive."

"The ambassador is not an ordinary person," Meursault was silent for two seconds, then spoke faintly, his tone filled with reluctance, "He is very strong, and your strange illusion may not work on him."

"and……"

Meursault suddenly raised his head and slammed his fists on the table with such force that the teacup on it jumped up briefly, tilted its body and spilled a few drops of black tea.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I work for him. Why do you think I would provide you with information to kill the ambassador?"

"If you hadn't sold out so quickly, we might have believed you were loyal, meow~" Ruirui said bluntly.

"...Has anyone ever told you that you're annoying?"

"Of course," Eve said nonchalantly, "and we know ourselves pretty well. We do have some self-awareness."

Eve's unexpected reaction made Meursault at a loss for how to respond for a moment. For a long time, he had been in contact with people with bad tempers, like a powder keg that could explode at any time, and would just fight when scolded. But for someone like "Shylock", who didn't get angry when scolded, and couldn't be beaten, Meursault really didn't know how to deal with him, and felt suffocated like a fire in his heart.

"You're from Loen, right? Do you know the consequences of killing the Intis ambassador in Loen?" Meursault asked. He hadn't received any formal education, but he had learned some lessons from his years in the Zmanger Party, and he'd witnessed it firsthand back home. While Meursault would have loved to see Loen and Intis clash, if war broke out, it would still be the people of the Southern Continent who would fight.

"If it's based on identification, then I am indeed from Loen," Eve replied.

Based on identification?

Meursault looked up at "Sherlock" with a thoughtful look in his eyes, "What if it's not based on identification?"

As he spoke, Meursault looked Sherlock up and down, and seeing his typical Northern Continental appearance, he sneered, "Intis? Feysac? You Northern Continenters all look alike. Could it be that you were born in the Southern Continent?"

"No, neither of those," Eve shook her head seriously and said seriously, "I was born in the Western Continent."

"Ha," Meursault paused for two seconds, then laughed out loud and said, "Your sense of humor is really bad, but you succeeded in making me laugh."

As soon as the words fell, Meursault's face suddenly changed, and he slammed his fists on the table, "Enough, how long are you going to play tricks on me!"

The table shook violently, causing Ruirui, who was lying on it, to "fly" up.

"Meow."

Rarity gave a small cry, turned around, and jumped off the table onto Eve's legs.

Eve rubbed Ruirui's back and replied, "I'm not kidding you. I have indeed lived in the southern continent for a long time." Meursault stared at Eve fiercely for a long time, then said in frustration, "I don't know. I don't know much about the ambassador's affairs. If you want to kill me, then kill me."

"Appearance, hobbies, places you frequent, these are all useful information." Eve picked up the pen and paper on the table, and placed the pen on the white paper to signal Meursault to speak.

Meursault looked up at Eve, was silent for two seconds, and then told her the information he knew one by one.

"...and the purpose of looking for Ian," Meursault said before Eve asked, "I only know that he seems to be looking for some manuscript."

"That's all I know," Meursault licked his upper lip and asked with a hint of hidden fear and anticipation, "Are you going to kill me now?"

Eve's overly friendly attitude gave Meursault some unrealistic fantasies that perhaps he could survive.

“Hmm…” Eve touched her chin and pondered for two seconds, then held up three fingers and said, “I’ll give you three choices.

He retracted his two fingers and continued, "The first one was killed by me."

Eve deliberately paused for two seconds and looked up at the plateau man opposite her. Every second of silence was like a countdown to death for Meursault. Cold sweat slid down his forehead, flowed through his eyes, and fell in the blink of an eye.

"After all, you have done a lot of bad things, but I will bury you in the cemetery and let you rest in peace after death."

"The second option is to turn yourself in to the police station. Turning yourself in can reduce your sentence appropriately. Maybe it won't be the death penalty. Of course, I don't know how many bad things you have done. Maybe it will still be the death penalty." Eve raised two fingers and said with a smile.

"..."

Meursault looked at "Shylock" silently, waiting for him to say the third choice. To him, the first two options made no difference, because he was the "executioner" of the Zmanger Party.

"The third one," Eve slowly raised her third finger under Meursault's gaze and said, "Work for me."

"I choose three," Meursault said immediately.

"Let's make it clear in advance that even if you work for me, you're not guaranteed to survive." Eve said, shaking her right hand with three fingers raised.

"..." Meursault was slightly stunned, and then cursed in his heart: "Idiot! Bastard!"

He stared intently at Sherlock and said, "I choose three."

As he spoke, he sneered in his heart, "As long as we get out of this, it doesn't matter who will die next time we meet, kid."

"Uh!"

Suddenly, Meursault felt a pair of invisible big hands tightly pinching his neck, shrinking little by little. He stretched out his trembling hands to his neck, grabbing at the air weakly, but unable to catch the "hand" that was strangling his throat.

"It's best not to have any hidden agenda when pledging your loyalty to someone."

His consciousness gradually blurred, and Meursault felt his vision go dark. There was a buzzing sound in his ears. He tried hard to identify it. It was the voice of "Sherlock".

"Please... please... please..." Meursault pleaded with difficulty, saliva flowing uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The invisible hands suddenly disappeared, and Meursault immediately covered his neck, breathing greedily.

"If your performance satisfies me, I can let you go," Eve casually threw a few pieces of paper over and said, "So, your life is in your own hands now. Whether you can survive depends on your efforts."

Meursault looked at Shylock with a bit of surprise in his eyes, and heaved a sigh of relief, "This guy is still normal."

"Go back to the Zmanger Party. I'll contact you when I need you."

(End of this chapter)