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Corifo sat in his office, elbows propped up on the table, looking at the papers on the table, as if in a daze.

Dahl? The news of Morgan's death was sent to the Investigation Department along with Mise's order, and although Mise's order was to "find the murderer" - it was clear that it was no longer as simple as finding the murderer, and there was no doubt that there was a strong connection between these events recently.

"Where do you want to start?" Jill asked Coriford.

"It doesn't matter where it comes from, Your Majesty wants more than just an answer as to who the murderer is." Corifo smiled bitterly.

Jill stopped talking.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The knock on the door was not urgent, but rather calm.

A twinkle flashed in Corifor's eyes as he said, "Come in." ”

Sure enough, Corifo breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the man who had opened the door, but Jill's eyes flashed with rare surprise because of his expression, especially when he saw that the man who had walked in was Fitney.

"Mr. Collifford, there are some things I would like to talk to you about alone." Fitney gets straight to the point.

"Okay, let's go out and talk." Corifo immediately stood up.

"Coriford." Fitney turned, and as soon as Corifo took a step, he heard Jill's voice that was calm and almost indifferent—and when Corifo turned his head to look at Jill, he couldn't help but be stunned.

He remembered that it seemed that he would only show such a look when he had "just" met this guy.

It's like looking at a stranger's face.

"It's fine. These things must be said. Corifo was stunned and subconsciously comforted him.

"Don't say too many irrelevant things. I hope you remember what I said. When Jill saw Coriford's expression, he knew he couldn't stop him, so he could only say.

Corifo smiled and nodded, but that look clearly didn't take Jill's words seriously.

Corifo led Fitney to a nearby room—not Boris's office, but another obscure room, in the corner of the hall, which required closer inspection.

When Fitney followed Corifo inside, he found that it was a utility room, but in the open door on one side, Fitney faintly saw a bed placed there—it seemed to be a room where a person lived.

"Does anyone live with the Hilton Investigation?" Fitney glanced there.

"Well, that's where Jill lives." Corifo replied.

"Mr. Jill? He shouldn't have been a member of the Hilton Investigative Agency at the beginning, right? What was it for? Fitney remembered something.

"You're fairly well-informed," Corifo raised an eyebrow, "this place hasn't been remodeled, and it used to be inhabited by another person." ”

"Oh?"

"The person who used to live here was Stanny."

"Stanny? Gabriel? Fitney's voice was surprised.

The Gabriels are similar to the Wizdems, especially with that Lylia? Wizdem was here, and Stanny wasn't supposed to be the one who lived in a place like this.

"Yes, that's him."

"I don't understand."

"He was the one who volunteered to join the Israeli Hilton Investigative Agency, but Mrs. Gabriel didn't agree at the time, so he sneaked here as a small clerk, the same job as Gil now does."

"Sneaky—then, should he be back to the Gabriel family now?"

"Nope."

Fitney was slightly stunned.

"He's missing." There was an intriguing pain in Corifor's eyes, "He had a similar job to Mr. Dahl, running around to investigate something, but one day, he never came back. ”

Fitney fell silent.

"Well, what are you looking for from me, Miss Fitney?" The pain in Corifor's eyes flickered, or rather was well contained, and he turned his head and asked Fitney.

"Mr. Dahl is dead, you should know that, right? What did Your Majesty ask you for? ”

"Well, I got the news not long ago -- he wants us to find out the 'truth.'"

"Heh—extravagant." Fitney couldn't help but sneer.

Corifo looked at Fitney's sneer calmly, not feeling that it was strange for a person like her, who seemed to be obedient in front of Misse, to have such an expression.

"What does Miss Fitney think?"

"I told you yesterday - I don't want the murderer to be discovered so quickly, because I want to see what he aims to do - and it is now clear that his next move is to kill Mr. Dahl."

"Since he killed Mr. Dahl, then, this will not be the final answer." Corifo smiled.

"It seems to you that Mr. Dahl's death will only keep you busy, or do you intend to remain on the sidelines?" Fitney took a deep breath and looked directly at Coriford.

She was talking about "you" not "you", so Fitneyti's people must not be just Corifol, but it wouldn't be Coriford and Jill, otherwise she wouldn't have asked to talk to Corifo alone.

"I don't quite understand what you mean." Corifor's smile turned into a wry smile.

He wasn't very worried about himself and the man being discovered, he just thought that Fitney's purpose surprised him.

She is calmer and more ruthless than she was four years ago.

"I've guessed something, so I think this one thing is a problem for you, not to mention the poisoning of Shirley - I think I can get you out of this trouble if you wish."

"At what cost?"

"Quite simply, I want to know what the price of your roots here is - why you want to destroy the Lancalots."

"It's just that gentleman's personal vendetta, just like my personal vendetta with the Avril family."

"So--in other words, who brought that gentleman and you out of Starlight, and who were the people who supported you in the first place--I want to know something more concrete."

The smile on Coriford's face gradually retracted, and he looked at Fitney earnestly—she was as thin as before, only much taller, with pale skin and a resolute expression, and those blue-purple eyes were the only bright spot on the whole face.

"You have a big appetite." Corifu said slowly.

"If I'm not mistaken, you've parted ways with the people who supported you in the first place, right?"

"We have fulfilled our promises, and we have also obtained what they promised, which is considered a clear two."

"They're not targeting you, but you're going to get in some trouble, right? If it goes on like this, there is a danger that it will be discovered. ”

Corifo sighed, "I can't unilaterally agree to tell you everything, because I don't know the whole thing—but I can promise you to tell you what I know." ”

"It seems that I have thought too much, and this business is simpler than I imagined."

"I'm just returning the favor, Fitney? Wizdem. Corifo said slowly, "As a repayment for the time you once saved me." ”

Fitney was slightly stunned.