The explosion happened so suddenly that many people failed to react. After they understood what happened, some people immediately fled the scene and looked for a safe place, while others rushed here to check the situation.

Zhou Jinru got up from the ground, looked at Sylvia not far away, patted the snow on his body, and said without looking back: "Someone wants to blow us up, can't you tell?"

Sylvia sneered: "I'm afraid I just want to blow you up."

The problem is obvious. The bomb is powerful enough to blow up the entire apartment. Only a miracle will happen and there will be lucky people who survive.

The person who planted the bomb here in advance must not have known that he would come here. What this man said was clearly a sneak peek.

"Yes, it was an accident that you were affected. Maybe you are also the enemy's casualty indicator."

Zhou Jinru quickened his pace, ran into the doorway, rushed to the basement, slapped the door, and shouted: "Roshan! Open the door quickly!"

Two seconds later, the door creaked open, and the little girl hugged him with frightened eyes.

"Mr. Four, what happened?"

August asked hurriedly as he helped his wife downstairs.

Zhou Jinru said vaguely: "It's not safe here anymore."

The curfew is coming soon, and I'm afraid it's too late to find a place to live now, but some tenants have already chosen to leave. No matter where they go, it's better than staying here.

August asked no more questions, just said: "I know a place where we can spend tonight."

He looked at Zhou Jinru and did not continue.

"I'm going to stay here and wait for Karl to come back, and Roxanne will be with me."

August's eyes were complicated: "Be safe, be careful."

After watching the two old men leave, Zhou Jinru held Luo Shan's hand and sat on the steps at the door. During this period, he ignored General Longqi.

Sylvia took the initiative and said, "Do you know who the person who installed the bomb was?"

"I told you, would you go find trouble with him?"

The dragon rider's face turned pale: "It's Huron."

Zhou Jinru shook his head: "It may not be him."

"It has something to do with him."

This woman doesn't seem to be getting along with the new aristocrats?

The crowd that had gathered in a hurry dispersed because the curfew was about to begin. Several police officers on horseback came from the other end of the street. When they saw Sylvia in uniform, they left without saying a word.

The area around Zhou Jinru's body was as warm as a stove. Not only that, even the cold wind changed its direction. The frightened Luo Shan leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep unconsciously.

Half an hour later, the Karls came back and saw the mess at the door of the apartment. They were shocked at first. They did not dare to ask Sylvia, so they had to run to Zhou Jinru.

Karl said anxiously: "Mr. Fourth, what's going on?"

"There was an accident. Some tenants have left. It's no longer safe here. Take good care of Luo Shan."

"how so?"

Karl's wife said something nervously and ran into the apartment without looking back, leaving only Karl with a wry smile on his face.

Landlady Karl took out a pack of shriveled cigarettes from his coat pocket, took one out, bit it in his mouth, lit it with a match, and took a long puff.

His voice was extremely lonely: "Mr. Fourth, I know what you do, but I am a timid person and I have a big family, so I don't dare to participate."

He raised his head and glanced at Sylvia next to him, and lowered his tone: "I hope things can end as soon as possible. We just want to live an ordinary life."

Zhou Jinru was silent and looked at the dark sky. It was covered with clouds and it might snow again.

"How is your son?"

"I don't know, no one wants to take my money. I heard that the main criminal committed suicide out of fear of crime. If he's lucky, he will be sentenced to twenty years and work as a laborer in the mines."

The bright cigarette butt kept flickering, and Zhou Jinru knew that as a father, Karl had tried his best. He was just an ordinary person, without a profound background, nor a wealthy family, nor even the slightest bit of aristocracy.

.

Life has to go on, he still has family to take care of, his wife is deeply hit, her mental state is not good, the little girl is also frightened, many tenants have left, and he doesn’t know when there will be a new tenant.

Everything is difficult.

But they are all still alive, and the sun will rise tomorrow as usual.

"I know some nobles, maybe it's all a misunderstanding."

When Zhou Jinru spoke, Karl's eyes lit up, but he quickly refused: "No, Mr. Fourth, thank you for your kindness. This is my business. It's all because of that boy who didn't listen to me. Young people are always so self-righteous."

, it is easy to be instigated by lawless people, this is a lesson for him."

Prisoners went to work as laborers in the mines, and few survived for more than five years. The society in 1080 was not as civilized as people saw. Many barbarities were hidden under the bright coat, and the workers were exposed to high-risk sources.

Shi Yuan Mine is very likely to become an infected person. If he cannot get effective treatment, he will die within a few hours in the acute stage.

It was impossible for Karl not to know this, but he was still unwilling to let Zhou Jinru help and made up his mind not to have too much contact with him.

He is protecting his family in his own way.

Zhou Jinru didn't speak again.

"Please come in, curfew is about to begin. Mr. Fourth, you are still my tenant."

Karl forced a smile.

Sylvia turned around and whistled, and the majestic war horse came out of nowhere, like a whirlwind, standing beside its owner.

The dragon rider got on his horse and left without looking back. She wanted to confirm one thing.

No one dared to stop her. Even the police patrolling along the road kept away from her when they saw her. The war horse took her to the king's palace, but the place was blocked and no one could enter without an order.

"Your Majesty Dragon Rider General, why are you here during curfew time?"

Sylvia pulled the reins and asked, "I'm on patrol, is everything okay here?"

"It's very good here. The loyal guards are protecting His Majesty the King. Don't worry."

Today was a bad day. There had been constant troubles since the morning. Sylvia's mood was just like the weather. She turned her horse around and went straight to the police station, just in time to block Huron who was off duty at the door.

Huron was startled. The famous Dragon Rider General was full of evil aura, and he was not easy to mess with at first sight.

"Your Excellency Huron, I have something I want to talk to you about."

Sylvia tried her best to sound calm and less scary.

The war horses blocked the entrance of the police station, and the dragon rider looked down at the chief of the police station, knowing that the person coming was evil.

Huron reluctantly said: "It's time to get off work now."

"I know, but many people are working overtime. The police chief can't go home and sleep, right?"

Huron wanted to say that he didn't want to work overtime, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his words and said: "You're right, I just went out to get some air and calm down."

He immediately turned around and went straight back to the office, took out the key from his pocket, opened the door, and placed the briefcase next to his seat.

Sylvia, who was dressed in military uniform, followed closely behind and kicked the door shut when she entered. Just before Huron sat down, she pierced Huron's office chair with a short gun, causing the chair's pulley to move back a certain distance.

"sit down."

Huron couldn't hold his head up under the pressure of the commanding words.

He tried to calm down and said: "What's going on? Your Excellency, Dragon Rider General, do you have any advice?"

"Did you plant that bomb?"

This sentence was like a thunder exploding in Huron's heart. Under the fluorescent lamp, the young noble's face turned pale, but he said: "What bomb? What are you talking about? I don't know anything."

"It's very dangerous. It's just a little bit close and I'll be buried under the rubble. Are you disappointed?"

"No!"

Huron's voice raised an octave and he retorted loudly: "Absolutely impossible! I don't know what bombs are at all. Even if you are a dragon rider, you can't frame me!"

"The bomb you planted shouldn't be aimed at me. I just happened to pass by. Huron, what kind of person are you? I know very well. Don't think that because West helped you rise to power, I don't dare to kill you. To be honest, there is nothing between us."

There’s no grudge, right?”

Huron kept his mouth tightly shut, not daring to let out a word.

Sylvia sneered: "You don't have the courage. Let me guess, it should be those people from MI9. Only they can put bombs in other people's homes without anyone noticing. Huron, if I were

You will never leave this office tonight, do you believe it?"

Huron's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. He didn't dare to answer or make any move.

Everyone knows that General Longqi is a cold-blooded and ruthless guy. She never shows mercy when facing the enemy, and she can make good use of the privileges given to her by the military. The annual casualty quota is fully used, and people can't grasp the handle.

There is no chance of sending her to a military court. Instead, she will be remembered by this crazy woman.

If he doesn't want to die, it's best to pretend to be mute.

"Very good, I'm very satisfied with your answer. Remember what I said, don't leave this office, not even a step."

Sylvia strode away from the police station with a short gun in hand. It was not until half an hour later that a frightened clerk asked cautiously: "Mr. Chief, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Go buy some food and get a quilt. I'll sleep in the office today. Go quickly!"

Huron opened the blinds. It was pitch dark outside, not even a street light, so he couldn't see anything.
To be continued...