If the time in a small dark room is too short, it will lose its meaning... For example, if it is as short as less than eight hours, it is just like turning on the lights before going to bed.

Tommy Lloyd was imprisoned yesterday afternoon and will have to be detained for at least a full round of twenty-four hours.

Then you can tell him that they have locked up each other for thirty hours. Hunger and fear will prolong the other person's somatosensory time, and in this way Tommy will think that he only has one day left - but in fact there is still one day

Zero six hours.

The six hours difference is the information gap created by the Great Guardian.

At two o'clock in the afternoon on Thursday, the Great Guardian arrived at the Inspection Branch in the Red Queen District on time.

But when they opened the secret room and turned on the lights, they found that no one was in the secret room.

There was only one brass ring, lying quietly on the stone bed. It shone with bright golden light under the light.

"Lloyd...escaped?"

The supervisors responsible for managing this matter suddenly looked serious, but they were not nervous - because they were sure that there were no problems with their processes. They also maintained the highest level of vigilance, and even the director personally stood guard on the only way to pass.

On duty. During this period, no supplies even came in or out, not even a box went in or out.

If someone can hide it from their eyes in this situation, it means that they are a powerful enemy that they cannot deal with.

That's naturally not their problem.

Great Guardian George picked up the ring and looked at it carefully.

Engraved on it was a fist full of scars. It was clenched tightly, and blood dripped from the fingers.

"The wounded fist..."

The Great Guardian murmured in a low voice: "A person from Noble Red?"

It's a provocation - no doubt about it.

The Noble Red Society is mocking the Inspectorate.

Being able to let people sneak in and take people away while surrounded by layers of supervisors... This must be a noble red spy in the supervisory bureau. Only if there is a spy among them can it be possible to do this

thing.

"……wrong."

Thinking of this, the Great Guardian narrowed his eyes: "Lloyd must have been killed."

If they were kidnapped, it was impossible for no one to see it. Even if they could bribe the supervisor, they couldn't bribe the passers-by. Lloyd has a special figure and cannot disguise himself or blend into the crowd like ordinary people... so he is not

"Left", but "disappeared".

The method of making people die until no bones are left is much simpler. And Noble Red does master similar rituals.

That would be great - for George, it would be a lot easier if Lloyd died.

"Let the lawyer review it." George ordered.

"Yes." The accompanying supervisor responded.

The Great Guardian looked around the room. His eyes quickly noticed the clean marble bed.

It is hard enough and cold enough, and is a standard feature in small black rooms and interrogation rooms in winter - even though the body of a powerful transcendent is strong enough, he will still feel discomfort. Such an environment can effectively extend the time of somatosensory.

However, the Great Guardian still remembered that in return for the information given yesterday afternoon, George specially asked the supervisor to prepare thin sheets for Tommy. This would make the bed look less cold - after all, he was lying on the bed with his upper body naked in the middle of winter.

It's not much warmer than lying on a block of ice.

But this is actually a trap.

Because without this sheet, Tommy might not have slept on the stone bed at all. And the coldness seeping through the linen sheets would not make people feel such clear torture immediately, but the kind of torture that accumulates over time gradually becomes

The superimposed slight discomfort was just right.

So, his sheets were also destroyed?

What was left on the sheet?

"Before the lawyer comes, please send someone to check the blood stains on the stone bed."

The Great Guardian ordered: "Check the corners of the room as well - Director Taiya, there should be no blood stains in this secret room before, and no one has died, right?"

"Absolutely not."

The middle-aged woman wearing a monocle replied affirmatively.

Soon, the supervisors immediately took the prepared reagents and tested the entire single room.

Of course, the bed and floor were clean. There were no traces at all.

The middle-aged lawyer Dao En hurried over.

"Here is the Silver Crowned Dragon. I send my greetings to you, Great Guardian."

He was no longer as leisurely and relaxed as usual, but instead he respectfully crossed his staff and made a full salute to the Great Guardian.

"Mr. Dawn," the Great Guardian nodded slightly, "please trace the traces of the deceased here. In the last twenty-four hours - in this secret room."

……deceased?

When did someone die in a secret room?

Dawn was a little confused, but there was no doubt in her mouth: "Yes."

He put his staff on the ground - the silver-white runes condensed into a magic circle, spread on the ground and lit up.

Soon, a huge figure appeared out of thin air.

Like going back in time, the scene is in reverse order: the giant suddenly sat up, as if talking to someone, and then slowly lay back down again. Considering his size, the stone bed made it difficult for him to lie down.

So he could only curl up his legs.

The next part was him lying on the bed motionless.

"Less than a minute."

Without waiting for the Great Guardian to ask, Dawn answered directly: "It took less than a minute from the time he sat up until he was knocked down or knocked down again. I was three times the speed before, so I changed it to half speed and started all over again.

.”

As he said this, the scene blurred for a while, and then started again from the beginning.

"etc."

Suddenly, George and Director Taiya said in unison.

The scene paused momentarily, freezing on the invisible traces of the giant's fingers. He seemed to have written something and then covered it with his hand.

Obviously, he should have written this on the bed sheet. But the other party noticed this and destroyed the bed sheet after destroying his body.

Director Ataya directly took the pen and paper and placed it on the stone bed.

She squatted beside the bed and asked Dawn to continue: "Slow down this time, Mr. Dawn. I will describe his last words."

"good."

Dawn nodded and changed the time to one-sixth speed.

Taiya quickly traced President Lloyd's "last words" - even though they were written backwards, she could almost make out what he wanted to write.

Dawn also came over curiously: "Aleister, woman... what does the word mean?"

"This is short for Noble Red."

Taiya explained from the side.

"It was the noble red Aleister who killed me. She was a woman - I think that's what he wanted to express."

The Great Guardian said in a deep voice.

Taiya turned her head and asked for instructions from the Great Guardian: "What should we do, Your Excellency Great Guardian? Launch a wanted arrest for Aleister immediately?"

"No."

Unexpectedly, the Great Guardian objected: "Block the news."

"Block messages?"

"That's right. Noble Red cannot stand up and prove that they have killed Tommy Lloyd - it is impossible for Lloyd to stand up personally and say that he was killed by Aleister, and we did not see Lloyd

He's body.

"Since no one can prove that Lloyd is dead...then Lloyd is still alive, but he was imprisoned by me in another more secret place."

The Great Guardian ordered: "I will personally ask Her Majesty the Queen for instructions on what to do next. First, let everyone in your agency who knows about this matter sign a confidentiality order - including you and Dawn."

"yes."

Director Taiya responded.

She also sighed in her heart, this was really unexpected... the one who kidnapped Moriarty was actually a woman. So how should she spell her name?

And wait for the crowd to return through the secret passage, and after everyone signs the confidentiality order under the supervision of the Great Guardian.

As soon as they returned to the lobby, Director Taiya saw a familiar person waiting for something at the counter.

"...Miss Lily?"
To be continued...