Chapter 14

I want the headlines for tomorrow.

After entering the newspaper, dawn almost ordered that he wanted the noble to carry out the bombing spread of this atrocity. Newspapers are the best means of communication in the world.

Cecil wanted to refuse, but he had no choice. The young man seemed gentle, but his eyes were always cold and frightening. He was definitely a murderous thug.

That's what he thought.

"Editor in chief Cecil, why are you here?" He is nearly 50 years old. He is in charge of the printing factory. However, he is obviously surprised that Ceci has never come to the factory at this time.

Cecil nodded calmly and told him, "when I come, I'll replace the front page of tomorrow's newspaper and add a new one“

"This... But the previous plate has been finalized, and now the machine printing is almost finished."

"Then void it and remake it." Cecil increased his voice. His position is one level higher than that of the person in charge of the factory. The man did not dare to disobey it. He looked at the dawn when the noble was commanding the sword strangely. He was a little surprised. Didn't Ge Fu wear the sword all the year round?

Cecil began to be busy, inputting the audited news into the printing press word by word, and observing for a moment at dawn, he was basically satisfied with the report of exposing aristocratic atrocities, but the title was not shocking enough, so he said to Cecil, "change the title."

"The nobles forced gold from the sky." This is the original title, although it states the aristocratic atrocities, but it is too insipid, and there are some false reports hidden in the content.

"How to change it?" Cecilia asked, a thump in his heart, or was he found. In order not to lose his way, Cecil left some leeway in his press release, so as not to say anything to death, in case the nobles would trouble him. Now it seems that he can't hide it from him.

After all, we can't please both sides. It seems that we can only change it according to the meaning of dawn. Maybe it's the right decision to leave polkaya early tomorrow morning. Cecil thought, seeing dawn, he first changed a lot in the news release, and finally crossed out the title and added a line of writing.

"Count the ten crimes of the polka aristocrats!"

Cecil looked at the title of the change, suddenly a shock, quickly stop: "no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Dawn eyes Indifference: "these are aristocratic years of violence, you are a journalist, these reports should not be surprised."

"I want to live, I don't want to die“ Cecil yelled at dawn in a hoarse voice.

Bang. The door suddenly opened. It was the person in charge of the printing factory. He looked at Cecil's hoarse voice and asked, "what's the matter with the chief editor“

"It's OK. I'll cancel the front page and change the news“ Cecil shook his head, and the man went out with a little doubt.

"It's getting late. We need to hurry up“ Said dawn, looking at the pendulum clock on the wall.

Cecil began to work. Dawn was waiting quietly. About an hour later, the new press release was finally recorded. At the same time, the printing house began to reprint the front page.

"Chief editor, I have ordered the printing“ At this time, the person in charge of the factory came in. He saw a brand-new news release. He was shocked and looked at Cecil strangely. Then he turned to dawn.

He didn't see the finished press release in advance, so he gave the order to print it. However, when he saw the press release by accident, he was shocked. If this kind of news was published, ten lives would not be enough to kill the nobility.

"Who are you“ The person in charge saw the shocking title from the newly edited news release and asked in surprise. Then he thought of something and ran to the door.

"You can't let him run“ Cecil cried out anxiously. He couldn't wash anything now. He had to walk all the way to the black.

Dawn nodded, holding the Jackdaw in his right hand, and said with a smile: "don't worry, he can't run. Do it my way“

At dawn, he ran out of the door. In the deep corridor, the dark red walls looked very strange and quiet under the dim light. The corridor was so dense that he could only hear the rapid breathing and rhythmic footsteps.

Hiss... The man who is running wildly seems to feel a piece of blood red covering his sight, and then there is a tearing pain in his chest, and the blood sprays on the wall.

"If you don't run, why should I bother to kill you“ Dawn calm sigh, in the heart of a faint sense of loss caused by killing, fleeting.

The copy room of the newspaper is sealed. Except for the person in charge of the factory and the editor in chief, other people can't get in. They are linked through the corridor. If the person in charge of the factory is dead, there will be a lot of noise tomorrow.

"You killed him“ Cecil's lips trembled slightly, looking at the man covered with blood, with a look of excitement.

Dawn nodded: "if he does not die, you will die."

"You mean..." Cecil looked at him in surprise, as if catching a straw: "I won't die“

"Put the blame on him and try to put it off for a few days, but sooner or later it will be revealed“

Hearing this, Cecil suddenly lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground.

"People will die. You die for the real news." Dawn looked at him with some fear in his eyes and some sarcasm: "as a just journalist, are you so afraid of death?"

"Nonsense. People are afraid of death. Aren't you afraid?" Cecil airway.

Dawn laughs: "I'm afraid of death, not because of the terror of death itself, but because I'm afraid that I can't do an earth shaking and world shaking event after death“

"Well“ Cecil sneered scornfully. He didn't believe that.

"Don't worry, no one knows you've been here for the time being. I'll let him die quietly to fight for your life. If you're lucky, you won't die“ Dawn refers to the man lying on the ground.

Cecil sighed a little. That guy is the person in charge of the factory. He works for the nobility like himself. Although he is not a good man, he has been a colleague for many years. It's sad.

Dawn was not idle. First, he cleaned up the bloodstain on the corridor, and then found a secret cabinet to lock the body of the person in charge of the factory.

The newspaper printing continued until dawn, and finally after it was published, it let go of the suspense, at least for the time being.

"If you are worried about the nobles' trouble, you can come to see me in Zhonglou village by the South China Sea of the kingdom. I will protect your life“ He whispered at dawn as he went out.

Cecil nodded, feeling much better.

The prelude to dawn is still in the dark, but there are some light spots in the sight, the sky is dim and endless, the distant seaside is inlaid with a piece of gold, the faint beat of the fire light, and gradually the smell of fireworks rises.

The patrols in the king's city went back and forth, patted Cecil on the shoulder at dawn, and said sincerely, "Mr. Cecil, thank you."

Cecil was a little stunned. How could this guy be so sincere? The chill he sent out before was about to kill people. How suddenly

"No, you're welcome." He replied mechanically, but again, "am I crazy? How can I be so polite to him“

Dawn and roentgen avoid the patrol and come to the gate. The gate has not been opened yet. Dawn needs to take the lead to leave before dawn.