Soon, Angelil was the center of attention in the hall.

She stayed in the private room for a while, then walked out briskly with the hem of her skirt in hand.

Sitting back in her place, Angelyl asked for some notes and began to write and draw on the paper.

The nobleman beside her approached curiously, but he was more likely to sniff Angelyl's scent.

"The knife has no traces of being wiped and only one fingerprint on it,"

Angeliel paused, "I think the killer took her hand and thrust the knife in." ”

"But we still can't identify the murderer."

Taking advantage of the discussion, the nobleman on the right got closer and closer.

Angelyl moved her buttocks, spinning in mid-air with her quill in her hand.

"There are only four people who have entered and exited that room, and the murderer must be among these four people."

Marsal narrowed his eyes, he was the boss here, and the longer the nobles stayed, the more money he would make.

"Miss Angelyl, do you have any way to deduce the murderer?"

"There's a way."

Angelil said firmly, "I have already mapped down the shoe prints at the scene, and there are two pairs of shoes that have the motive for committing the crime, because there are traces of a fight. ”

Marsal smiled with interest.

"And which two pairs are they?"

"You'll have to look at the shoe prints to find out."

Slowly, the news of looking at the shoe prints spread, and the nobles shouted for the "suspects" to take off their shoes.

"No, there are two footprints, what if the suspicion hits my head."

The fat nobleman was still reluctant to take off his shoes, but several nobles rushed up and pulled off his shoes.

Soon, four pairs of shoes were placed in front of Angelyle, and she looked at the soles of them a little and returned a few pairs of shoes.

She quickly made out the two footprints, one Donald's and the other Claire's.

Seeing Angelil's serious expression, the hall gradually fell silent.

Unlike the feeling of being greeted with warm cheers during the performance, Angelil will feel a little more accomplished at this moment.

After a little analysis, Angelil quickly said.

"He did it."

The nobleman on the right came up again.

"Whose footprint is this?"

Angelyl said firmly.

"Claire."

Marsar raised an eyebrow.

"Miss Angelil, murder is a very serious crime, and you have to make sure that the evidence is credible."

"I'm sure it's him."

Placing the murder weapon on the table, Angelil quickly said, "I have observed the wound, and the waitress did not die in the first place, she died because of excessive bleeding. So she must have struggled before she died, and I guess Mr. Claire must have had a lot of scratches on him. ”

After a moment of silence, Marsal was the first to applaud.

"Miss Angelyl."

The applause gradually rang out, and Angelyl smiled shyly, and this smile came from the heart.

But the smile froze only halfway through.

Claire was the first to stand up, greeting several of the nobles around him, and then walked out of the Crown Clubhouse.

His departure heralded the end of the farce, and the nobles stood up in twos and threes, and the sound of horses' hooves and clamor sounded one after another at the door of the clubhouse.

Angelil looked at all this in shock, the murderer had been caught, but ......

But won't they bring the murderers to justice?

"Miss Angelyl, you are really good."

Marsal raised his glass, it was the last one.

Smiling had become Angelil's reflex, but this time she couldn't laugh, she said in a slurred manner.

"Your Excellency Massal...... Claire he killed someone......"

As if he hadn't heard this, Marsal lowered his glass.

"It's getting late, Miss Angely, I'll have you sent back, and I'm looking forward to your performance tomorrow morning."

“......”

Angelyl looked down, a loss that had never crept over her face, but she replied anyway.

“...... Thank you, Master Marcel. ”

"I'll send you."

Seeing Angelil stand up, the nobleman on the right took advantage of the situation to hold Angelil's arm, but Angelil threw him away.

She staggered out the door.

"No... Thank you. ”

Angelyl boarded the carriage and looked back from the window at the shrinking Crown Clubhouse.

She recalled the events of this evening and retched twice inexplicably.

"Tap, Tap"

There was a powerful tapping sound, and Oreo had seen a lot of the world, and Angelil knew that it was a good horse, but she did not see the knight on horseback, and the horse carried the knight away.

The carriage moved forward a little further, and suddenly stopped at a certain intersection, which turned out to be a collision with the city patrol.

The driver spoke to them for a few words, and then was restrained by the police.

Soon, two police officers lifted the curtain of the carriage door and spoke unceremoniously.

"Please come down and cooperate with our inspection."

"I am ......"

Before she could explain, Angelyl was brutally handcuffed, and the officer stared unabashedly at Angelyl's chest before pinching her shoulder.

"It's a real spirit."

"What for!"

Another officer gave a warning, and the two of them put Angelyl in the carriage, which started slowly, but not in the direction of the City Patrol.

......

The Crown Clubhouse is empty.

"Damn it!"

Oreo cursed, then smashed the glass jar under his armpit to the ground, and a blue elf flew out of the jar and circled around Oreo.

Oreo turned his horse's head and said loudly.

"Angelyl."

The elf hesitated, then quickly moved, disappearing from under Oreo's nose in a few flickers, leaving a faint blue trail where it passed.

This is the Erkasu elf, which is very sensitive to the smell of humans.

"What sin did I create in my last life, and I will be in your family."

Oreo scolded and clamped the horse's belly hard.

The horse neighed, like a black lightning bolt, and followed the trail left by the Elkasu elves as it sped through the streets of Turin.