"Hmph,"

Tamia snorted coldly, "Then let's go together." ”

Oreo pursed his lips and stared into Tamia's eyes with a serious expression.

"Sheriff Tamia, you seem to be grumpy this week...... I assure you that our transaction will be completed by the agreed date, and you can rest assured that it will be completed. ”

With that, he turned and left, but Tamia stopped him again.

Her tone was even worse.

"I didn't take the Rausch trade to heart, I'm just curious what you've been up to this week!"

She gasped and added.

"You're being irresponsible to Angelil!"

Oreo turned around, his face strange.

"What does our deal have to do with Angelil?"

Hearing this, Angelil carefully stretched out her right hand and gently pulled Ratamia's sleeve, but it was obviously in vain.

Ever since hearing those stories about Oreo, Tamia gets grumpy whenever she hears the word trade, and today is no exception.

She crossed her arms and spoke commandingly.

"Detective Oreo, I don't care what you're going to do, you have to take me anyway!"

After saying that, she turned her head to glance at Angelil and added, "And Angelil!" ”

Oreo didn't refuse, he turned around and whispered, "Let's go, then." ”

Seeing his helpless look, Tamia was not as excited as she expected, and she and Angelyl walked side by side behind Oreo.

Honestly, she felt like she had become a follower.

......

At the end of Boulevard Brussels is Sixth Street, and around the corner you can see the majestic black building, which is the royal palace of the Ocassim Empire.

At the sight of Oreo, who was dressed strangely, the City Patrol immediately became vigilant, and they straightened up in front of Oreo, like two roosters with great weapons.

A rooster stops Oreo and stares at him with squinted eyes.

"Sir, please show your ID."

Oreo, of course, would not show his papers, so he took a money bag from his pocket and gently placed it in the man's hand.

Inside were ten silver coins, which for Oreo was already the largest of the big.

The man weighed it for a moment, then flicked his wrist to make way for Oreo.

"Thank you."

Oreo thanked softly and walked in the direction of Sixth Street.

Tamia rolled her eyes and followed Angelyl inside.

As a Fifth Street detective, she certainly has the authority to take two people in, but Oreo didn't give her a chance to show it.

As soon as he entered Sixth Street, Oreo's pace slowed, and he looked around at the shops and buildings around him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Tamia also turned her head in Oreo's gaze, she had been wondering where the antique shop was, but she couldn't see why.

The three of them walked on the street for about an hour, but fortunately, the autumn breeze was comfortable, and even Tamia didn't feel too impatient.

Oreo paused, turned around and asked.

"Are you thirsty?"

Angelyl shook her head and turned to look at Tamia.

Seeing Oreo's face, the more Tamia looked at it, the more angry she felt, and she said angrily.

"Are you paying?"

Oreo shook his head as a matter of course, and could see that his previous question was just belated gentlemanliness.

No, it's completely perfunctory.

But he didn't realize this, and instead went into an alley.

It's a pretty famous alley, and if Leka would have recognized it.

The alley is cramped, with a large compound on the left and a forest of low houses on the right.

Stopping in front of a low house, Oreo pushed the door open, God knows what he was going to do.

Angelyl subconsciously hugged Tamia's arm, wondering what the house meant to Mr. Oreo.

Was it a property he hadn't sold, or was it the residence of one of his friends?

As the door fully opened, a long staircase appeared before everyone, and it seemed to lead straight down to the deepest part of the earth.

Oreo took off his top hat and introduced the two of them.

"Sheriff Tamia, this is Fourth Street, everyone on the street knows you, I suggest you disguise yourself."

"Fourth Street!"

Tamia exclaimed.

In the Great Purge more than a decade ago, all the nobles who lived on the real Fourth Street were killed.

Until now, the garrison palace is still a dilapidated building from more than ten years ago.

Although new canonized aristocrats moved into Fourth Street every year, they avoided the number, nominally calling it Fifth Street.

So hearing this number from Oreo's mouth, Tamia couldn't believe it.

Seeing Tamia's surprise, Angelil explained.

"Sheriff Tamia, there's a huge space under Turin where many outlaws live, commonly known as Fourth Street."

As he spoke, footsteps could be heard from below the stairs.

Thinking of her mother's advice, Angelil hurriedly covered her face with a scarf, and seeing that Tamia looked helpless, Oreo threw the top hat into her hand and said quickly.

"Put on your hat."

Tamia had no choice but to do so, pressing the brim of her hat to the lowest and staring warily at the few men at the bottom of the stairs.

Those people wore masks, and they couldn't see their faces clearly, but from their clothes, it was surmised that they should be several nobles.

They didn't feel strange to the three people at the exit, but left the gate with a smile.

Tamia said confusedly.

"What are they doing in a place like this?"

"Huh,"

Oreo chuckled and said, "For the trade, of course." ”

Damn, it's another deal!

Before Tamia could get angry, Oreo walked downstairs with his hands behind his back, and he quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Tamia followed, and the road was lit with steam lights on the left and right, and although the road was dim, it was still clear.

It's just that the feeling of hovering down all the time is really not good, and Tamia gradually feels nauseous, and she doesn't know if the discomfort comes from her body or her heart.

She forced down the unpleasant feeling, but her feet slipped and fell straight forward.

"Sheriff Tamia!"

Angelyl grunted and held out her right hand, but failed to catch Tamia, and she slammed straight into Oreo before hearing a crisp sound echo through the corridor.

After a whirlwind, Tamia struggled to get up from the ground, and it took her a while to realize where she was now—she was sitting on Oreo's lower abdomen.

She quickly got up, straightened her top hat, and pretended to be normal.

"Are you alright?"

Oreo scrambled to his feet, and he shook his head.

"It's not a big deal."

In the dim light, Angelelle saw the viscous liquid in Oreo's hair, and she ran quickly to Oreo with a worried look on her face.

"Mr. Oreo, you're bleeding!"

Oreo touched his head, there was indeed a pool of blood, and he rubbed it on the hem of his shirt and whispered.

"Out of the way."

The culprit, Tamia, stood aside, her mouth open, apparently wanting to say something, but in the end she was only powerless.

"I'm sorry."

"I said it wouldn't get in the way."

Oreo's voice was calm, and he didn't seem to take it to heart.