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"It was probably too sudden. I have a feeling that Miss Robin isn't dead, that she's still alive and well somewhere? It was all just... a prank..."
At this point, March 7th seemed to have thought of something, and his tone became loud and confident.
"Yeah, isn't this a dream? How could someone die in Dreamland? Shouldn't only good things happen...?"
Then March 7th shook his head: "No, no, I overused my brain today, I can't let my mind wander anymore."
Xing then interjected, "Are you questioning the family?"
But before March 7th could answer, another voice came from behind.
"There's no doubt about it, the family definitely has problems."
Walter and Yomi walked up from behind, and Himeko, Danheng, and Black Swan also approached them.
"Any new discoveries?"
Himeko asked.
"Yes, Miss Huang Quan and I have just dealt with Pinocchio's Dream Master."
Himeko frowned and asked:
"has a problem?"
Walter nodded.
“The problem is huge. I suspect that Pinocchio has strayed from harmony and gone down a more extreme path.”
Dan Heng then suggested:
“Pinocone is definitely not safe now. Based on the clues we have, the family is no longer trustworthy. Let’s go back to the train for now. I have a feeling that something big will happen in the next couple of days.”
Xing then noticed that someone was sending her a message, so she looked down at her phone.
Walter thought for a moment, then spoke.
"This is one way. A clash between the family and the company is inevitable. Even if we are quite capable, it is unlikely that we will emerge unscathed from this clash."
On March 7th, after thinking for a moment, hesitantly spoke:
"Should we send a message to Jiang Lin and ask him to turn back on the train together?"
After reading the message on his phone, Xing, no longer the comedic figure he had been, spoke very seriously:
“Sajin just sent me a message saying that one of his employees went missing in Pinocone and he has decided to use force to suppress the entire Pinocone.”
March 7th looked utterly incredulous upon hearing this:
"Huh? War is about to break out?"
Walter and Himeko's expressions also instantly turned serious.
Dan Heng acted decisively and immediately picked up his phone to send a message to Jiang Lin.
"I informed Jiang Lin to return to the train immediately. Things have developed to a point beyond our control, and we must get back to the train as soon as possible."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Xing was somewhat worried at this moment. He looked at Dan Heng and asked:
"Will we just jump away?"
Dan Heng thought for a moment and then said:
"The train is well-defended and can allow us to leave safely in the event of an impending war."
Himeko then spoke:
"This is just to ensure that we don't sacrifice ourselves for something meaningless."
After all, neither the family nor the company... are easy to deal with. And our expansion is far from over.
Walter then spoke up:
"If things continue to turn out badly, we may have to consider our next destination. After all, our strength will seem insignificant in the face of a war."
March 7th sighed, "Sigh, I never expected something like this to happen before I came here."
Huang Quan then spoke:
"The start of a war means there is profit to be made. Whether it is for a family or a company, as long as the cost is less than the potential profit, it cannot be stopped."
"If all else fails, we can use the Alliance Jade Sign. Anyway, let's go back first."
After reading the message Dan Heng sent, Jiang Lin looked up at Sunday.
"How are your preparations going?"
On Sunday, after thinking for a moment, he said:
"Everything is ready, we can go anytime... but before that, I need to entertain another guest."
As Sunday approached, he looked towards the door and saw a middle-aged man with short brown hair and a stubble beard walk in.
"A maze of corridors and rooms, traps and mechanisms everywhere... The owner of this mansion is a bit paranoid."
Gallagher looked at Sunday, who had his back to him, and then at Jiang Lin.
"Oh? This gentleman is here too? It seems you've reached some deal that outsiders are unaware of."
Sunday didn't turn around, and spoke to Gallagher in a very indifferent tone.
"You have a good sense of humor, Sheriff. I hope that humor has helped you find the serial killer."
Gallagher looked at Sunday again and said in a somewhat flippant tone:
"I was just expressing my personal opinion, what? Did I hit a nerve?"
On Sunday, he turned around and looked at Gallagher with a sharp gaze.
“Mr. Gallagher, my patience is running out. Passive resistance will only make me more suspicious that you are involved with the real culprit.”
Gallagher sighed helplessly.
"Sigh... I've heard far too many of those trash words: scoundrel, hoodlum, drunkard, hooligan. But I never imagined I'd be considered an accomplice to a murderer one day."
As he spoke, Gallagher took a few steps forward and came to the opposite side of Sunday.
Then Gallagher changed his tone and stared at Sunday, saying:
"I take back what I said before. Your problem isn't that you're too paranoid. You're a madman, you understand? A madman."
You—your family—broke my spine, pulled out my teeth, and now you're accusing me of murder.
"Damn it, only a drunken idiot like Suleda would go crazy over stray dogs on the street."
Gallagher's tone became somewhat agitated as he continued to speak to Sunday.
"What on earth is making you keep spouting nonsense here? Shouldn't you be more concerned about the company's passionate fleet than me?"
“No need to remind me.” Sunday said, glancing in the other direction where a purplish-black raven stood.
“My servant has brought me everything I want to know, and I have my own ways of dealing with it. I am even somewhat pleased with the current situation.”
Chapter 63 Poor Mianmian
“But before dealing with them, Hound, I will make you and your true master pay for your crimes in blood.”
Gallagher chuckled lightly, then countered with a question.
"If I really were the murderer, why would you be so secretive?"
Then Gallagher seemed to suddenly remember something, and his tone became somewhat playful.
"Ha, I forgot, you also have a difficult master to please—they told you to ignore all that bullshit murder case and focus on that comedy gala..."
Gallagher took a few more steps forward, getting closer to Sunday. "Isn't that right? Gentle older brother?"
At this moment, Jiang Lin spoke up:
“There’s no need to provoke him anymore, Mr. Gallagher. Sunday and I have already thoroughly analyzed your background.”
Gallagher glanced at Sunday, then at Jiang Lin, and gave a helpless chuckle.
"Ha, what am I in your eyes?"
At this moment, Sunday spoke up without any mercy:
"The brown hair comes from Mr. Benny, the dream maker."
The orange eyes belong to Sir Whittaker, head of the Nightthrush family, and the strange scars are the medals of the Houndmaster.
There are also grey vests, ties, hound badges, and the identity of a water bottle-making sheriff—all belonging to 52 loyal family members.
At this point, Gallagher suddenly laughed.
"Hahahaha... Impressive, you're great. I underestimated you guys."
I admire you, but so what? Does that prove I killed your sister and that illegal immigrant?
On Sunday, he spoke coldly, staring directly at Gallagher.
"That proves you're in cahoots with the Memories of Death, and that's enough. Listen carefully, I don't care how you did it; I only care about one thing now, the answer to one question—"
On Sunday, anger visibly began to rise.
"You bastard, you damned stray dog, why did you hurt her?!"
Gallagher shook his head, walked straight across Sunday into the shadows, lit his lighter, and said with some emotion:
"Those involved are often blinded by their own perspective—people can't see the sand in their own eyes; they only know that the sand is there."
He turned to look at him on Sunday, but Gallagher continued talking to himself.
"Want an answer? I can give you one. It's all because of that damned twist of fate."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gallagher confidently extinguished the lighter in his hand, but the action he wanted did not come for a long time.
Gallagher was puzzled. He looked up and saw a scene that he could not accept.
Jiang Lin was seen carrying Chenmian in one hand, and the difference in their sizes made the scene look somewhat comical.
Mianmian's pupils, which originally looked quite fierce, now appeared very clear, much like those of a college student who had just entered the workforce.
At this moment, Chenmian had only one thought in her mind.