[BL, MTL] I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

Chapter 159: Godfather

Across the ocean.

The clock ticked and ticked, and on a quiet night, the room was filled with cigar smoke, and the ashtray of bone china was lightly knocked out, and there were a few gray marks on the white inside.

The fingers holding the cigar are slender, and the skin is somewhat loose and pale.

On the middle finger is a large opal ring with a delicate bottom, and the soft light that penetrates through the gap in the curtain makes this chrysoberyl show a narrow and bright reflection in the dark, cold beauty.

The man's face was hidden in the darkness of the night, his coat hung on the coat rack in the room, wearing only a silk gray shirt, one hand propped up on the arm of the sofa, and the red glow of the cigar loomed.

He brought the cigar to his lips as the door slammed on it.

"Come in." Italian.

The man's voice was hoarse and magnetic, like a demon's demagogic whisper, and each syllable was very beautiful, and it could be heard from the voice that he was no longer young, and he did not reduce his charm, but instead gave his voice an inexplicable layer of confused timbre, which made people can't help but think about the true meaning of his words.

The door was pushed open, as if light had flowed into this dark corner.

The person who came in did not even dare to raise his head, and bent down tremblingly and said: "Those strange book-wearers are all dead, we have found a man who has lost his memory, he says he does not know everything that happened after last November, Mr. Morenza, do you need to talk to him personally?" "

The man waved his hand, but he didn't speak.

A black bodyguard in a suit standing in the doorway, wearing sunglasses, turned his head sideways, pressed the headset and listened to a few words. Then the bodyguard walked into the room and whispered, "The man is awake." "

The cigar was slammed into the ashtray and the flame was extinguished.

The man opened the drawer in front of the table and pulled out a black semi-automatic hand from inside. Gun.

The chamber was already loaded, and the slender fingers shifted the safety gear to the S, and then tucked it into the holster at his waist.

Mr. Morenza's nephew, who had been brought home from the hospital two weeks earlier, was only one floor away from the smoking room. Morenza abruptly checked his hand. The gun, and carrying it with him in the safety of his residence, coupled with the change in Wolfe's expression after hearing the news, made the people waiting at the door tremble.

- Could it be that this godfather of the East Coast is planning to kill his nephew?

Federico. Morensa is an anomaly, rescued from the Mexican border by anomalies loyal to Wolfe, which in turn involves the secret hunt of a man named "Johnson." Brown", however, is now missing, and Federico had suddenly "deteriorated" ten days earlier and was on the verge of death, coinciding with the sudden death of the bookmaker. Morensa forbade everyone to talk about it, and everyone still had their own speculations.

The existence of the book wearers, their origins, and their fate are not a secret here. Combined with the relevant situation, everyone began to suspect that the king of the American music scene was also "occupied" by someone, this is a big deal!

"Mr. Morenza, please calm down!" Outside Federico's room, the personal doctor of the Morensa family pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"The patient has just woken up and it is easy to identify ......"

Wolfe was not in the mood to listen to him and motioned for the bodyguard to push the door open.