nycdaug Chapter 723 Unfortunately, I treated everyone that day
Chapter 723 Unfortunately, I treated everyone that day
Fontaine is about to enter a turbulent period, which is the first thought many people have after waking up in the morning.
This statement wasn't just made without any basis. The most crucial proof is that when people habitually go to the door to get the newspaper in the morning, they find a magazine in the mailbox.
No, it's not a magazine; to be precise, it's a stack of newspapers as thick as a magazine.
"Which sugar daddy has our editor-in-chief, Ou Fu, hooked up with? He's so generous! This issue of the newspaper is enough to keep me reading for a week..."
"That's right, could it be that some serialized author felt their time was coming to an end and threw out all their remaining manuscripts at once..."
The old neighbors were still joking about the Steambird Newspaper, but as soon as they glanced down at it, everyone's expression changed instantly.
The newspaper's original well-organized layout was completely gone, replaced by large, aesthetically unappealing pages. But the content inside was like a series of bombs, leaving the old neighbors dumbfounded.
Those scandals and misdeeds that had once shone through the gossip were now clearly listed one by one in the newspapers.
The background and details are comprehensive, the evidence is sufficient, and the facts are clear.
In the thick newspapers, the same name was filled in the reporter's column on every page: Charlotte.
"This...we need to find the lord of Mo Mang Palace quickly..."
"Don't worry, the newspapers over there have definitely been delivered a long time ago, and they've probably already started reading them."
"No, no, no, we need to get them to send someone to protect that little girl Charlotte right away..."
Fontaine was in chaos in less than a morning.
Demonstrations and protests are a long-standing tradition in Fontainebleau; the people of Fontainebleau, overflowing with a sense of justice, put on several such events every year.
It was precisely because of the strong advocacy of the Shadow Court that the Melousin race was accepted as special agents, and the case-solving rate increased year by year. The court hearings at the Opiclay Opera House were also extremely frequent, releasing much of the pent-up sense of justice among the people of Fontainebleau, which is why there have been fewer demonstrations and protests in recent years.
However, as the serial disappearances of girls stalled indefinitely, the Fontaine prophecy seemed to be being confirmed step by step. The emotions that the people of Fontaine had suppressed for so long were finally detonated by the bombshell news from the Steambird newspaper.
Apart from the dutiful little Meilushin, the others are still heading to their posts in a daze, trying to earn a meager salary compared to that of humans. In many places, they can no longer be seen.
Groups of people headed toward the Mo Mang Palace. When there wasn't enough room in front of the palace, they went to the area where the powerful and wealthy lived. Each person carried a thick newspaper, making them look like they were holding wooden sticks, ready to smash those gleaming yet rotten gates.
On the streets of Fontainebleau, the elegant ladies in formal dresses and carrying parasols were nowhere to be seen, as were the poodles dressed in various special outfits. As for the powerful and wealthy who used to travel around in carriages and feast all day long, they hurriedly hid themselves in their deep mansions and sent out all their bodyguards to guard the gates and walls.
The councilor who had been called out and interviewed by Charlotte just three days ago was now holed up in his study, smashing an expensive teacup imported from Liyue onto the wool carpet.
"I knew she was a menace all along, yet I still let her live until now. How dare she? How dare she..."
The panting senator paced angrily in his study, the sweat on his face indicating the weight of the newspaper he had been carrying.
After all, the poor senator occupied a large section and a half by himself, and that was only because the font size of this issue of the newspaper was not very large.
The sweltering senator turned to open the French windows to let in some fresh air and perhaps have a half-cup of delicious L'Oréal to soothe his restless mood, only to find that the windows had been opened sometime earlier.
The blond man in a white suit smiled, his gloved hand lightly touching his chest, and bowed slightly.
"Your Excellency, Rose sends her greetings."
The senator, who had been feeling hot and bothered just moments before, suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Similar incidents continue to occur. Under the pressure of overwhelming public opinion, the "big rats" have returned to their supposedly safe, dark lairs, only to be dragged into even deeper darkness.
Before entering the Grey River, Xu Ning never imagined that anyone could survive in the sewers year-round.
After all, we can imagine what it's like for people to have nothing, but it's hard to imagine that they don't even deserve to share sunshine and rain with others.
Now, Xu Ning and Sonny are standing in the underground waterways of Grey River—Fontaine—in a room converted from an abandoned iron submarine.
The cloying scent of perfume emanating from the wealthy and powerful mingled with the pungent smell of kerosene lamps in the room, making one want to vomit.
"Take off your blindfolds. We've only invited everyone here to ask a few questions. After that, we'll send you on your way. There's no need to be so formal."
As Xu Ning spoke, he put the lenses he had gotten from Charlotte back into the frames.
The important figures in Fontaine trembled as they removed the blindfolds from their eyes. One of the more clever ones refused to go, and was slapped across the face by the big guy next to Sonny. Not only did the blindfold fly off, but his eyeballs almost flew out as well.
"The day before yesterday, I met some new friends and we had a meal together. It was a very pleasant experience."
Xu Ning smiled, put on his glasses, and looked at the group of people standing in front of him.
“You Fontaine people probably can’t imagine how much importance the Liyue people place on a meal. Disrupting such a gathering is tantamount to slapping the host in the face. Unfortunately, I was the one hosting that day.”
"So I'd like to ask, who is the mastermind behind the serial disappearances of teenage girls?"
Xu Ning pointed to the clever boy who had just gotten up from the ground, "You tell us."
The guy had just been beaten senseless by the big guy and was in a state of anger and confusion when he suddenly heard Xu Ning ask him a question, so he immediately started yelling.
"Who would know? If I knew, wouldn't I have reported it to the Shadow Chasing Court and had them arrested?"
Xu Ning glanced around at everyone and nodded. "That makes sense. Since there's no answer to this question, I'll continue: What is Les?"
This question seemed to have touched on some taboo, and the clever fellow who had been so confident just moments before suddenly became somewhat timid.
"Uh... I don't know about this..."
Xu Ning was drinking when he heard this answer and immediately shook his head, then reached out and patted the clever fellow on the head.
"I thought you'd be more quick-witted, but unfortunately, you answered incorrectly!"
A strong smell of alcohol rushed in from the top of his head, and the clever guy's face turned bright red instantly. Before he could even utter a shout, he suddenly turned into water and splashed on the ground.
Then, his soaked clothes fell into the mud with a thud.