The door was not pushed open, and it seemed that Mr. Carmen had a good habit of locking it.

However, this will not be difficult for Oreo, because this time he has made thorough preparations.

He pulled out a wire from his pocket, a traditional way to pick locks, but very effective.

With a "click", the wooden door quietly opened, and there was darkness behind the door.

Oreo left a crack in the door and crept inside.

As his vision grew accustomed to the darkness inside, Oreo saw the prostitute's clothes spread all the way from the door to the basement, which saved him a lot of time.

Tucking his cane under his armpit, Oreo sniffled, and a familiar smell came through the air, it was the smell of the sea.

He frowned slightly and made his way down the steps.

The war on the continent of Aishikana has only completely subsided three years ago, and these nobles who have nowhere to put their murderous thoughts and desires will always have fun, and torture and killing prisoners is one of their hobbies.

However, as the city grew and no one was willing to do the trick anymore, the number of death row prisoners in Turin plummeted, so the nobles turned to prostitutes.

After all, they have few relatives, and the few friends who do not bother to inquire about their whereabouts.

What emboldened these nobles even more was the laws of Turin, which were almost exclusively aimed at the commoners, and there were very few laws that could bind the nobles.

Even if they broke the law, the nobles faced moral accusations and criticisms.

For the aristocracy, accusations and criticisms were perhaps more vicious than flogging.

But for the prostitutes they mutilated, the punishment was better than nothing.

And now, he is going to judge in place of a god who does not exist.

The smell of blood grew stronger in the air, and Oreo seemed to hear gasps.

He drew his cane and walked briskly towards the source of the sound, and soon saw the unethical scene in the brightly lit dungeon.

The poor prostitute had not yet died, and a fat body was wriggling against her, blood and tears drawing from the corners of her eyes.

The prostitute saw him, but her eyes were lifeless.

"Tutan is on top."

Oreo muttered to himself, praying meaninglessly.

Then he raised his cane and pulled the trigger.

"Who is it?"

Gunshots and roars echoed through the basement, and the nobleman jumped to his feet, staring at the visitor in alarm, suggesting that he still had a shred of conscience to confess evil.

Oreo did not answer him, he loaded the second projectile and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the nobleman's head.

Carmen covered her lower body in horror, and he glanced at the prostitute, the bullet mark in the middle of her eyebrow, indicating that the oddly shaped cane was really a gun.

He quickly understood what was happening, and he raised a hand, his tone calm and calm.

"What's the condition, you can open it."

Oreo glanced at the dead prostitute, and the second half of her life was already miserable.

He swallowed, his tone calm and cold.

"Count Carmen, my conditions are not harsh, only two points."

Something was clearly wrong with the look, Carmen said nervously.

"You say, I promise you."

"Number one," Oreo said, gesturing to his pants on the ground, "put your pants on." ”

Carmen pounced on his pants like a vicious dog, slipped it on in three or two clicks, glancing at his left side and gasping.

"What about the second request?"

Oreo didn't answer him, but yelled at the end of the hallway.

"Angelyl, bring three chairs down!"

Tamia's head poked out from above, and she replied in a loud voice.

"Only three chairs?"

"That's right!"

Oreo agreed, then slammed the trigger.

The shot hit Carmen on the left side, stopping him from wanting to go somewhere.

Another gun was pointed at Carmen's head, and Oreo's voice was already filled with anger.

"Count Carmen, I haven't said my second condition yet, I suggest you don't move, of course it's just a suggestion."

Although he didn't know what the little black box was, he instinctively told Carmen that he couldn't act rashly.

He glanced at the rifle in the corner, his voice shaking.

"I just wanted to change my stance, nothing else."

Oreo nodded.

"I believe you, you can do exercise now."

Carmen dared to move, he was against the wall, and the whole person stood straight.

"Mr. Oreo."

Angelelle came down with two chairs, and as soon as she turned around, she saw the horrors in the hall.

She retched twice, but still stared at it all, only with a crying voice.

"It's ...... Is this what he did? ”

Oreo put his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice.

"We should not judge Count Carmen's hobbies, we are only responsible for negotiating terms with Count Carmen...... Haven't you come yet, Tamya? ”

"What are you urging, I just locked the door."

Tamia answered, and she had a chair in her hand.

Seeing the prostitute's death, she didn't think it was exaggerated, but she felt disgusting.

She shook the chair in her hand.

"The chair is brought down, what to do."

"Angelyl," Oreo waved, "and we'll have to be polite to move a chair to Count Carmen." ”

"Yes, Mr. Oreo."

Angelyl nodded, hugging the one-man high-backed chair as she slowly walked towards Carmen.

Carmen didn't dare to look at Angelil, but whispered.

"Thank you."

Angelyl put down her chair and turned away.

Although she didn't want to talk to him, she said anyway.

"You're welcome."

As soon as she finished speaking, Carmen grabbed Angelyl's neckline and then strangled her neck with her hand, and the hideous expression appeared on his face again, presumably the same expression he had when tormenting the prostitute.

He said viciously.

"Let me out, or I'll strangle her."

Oreo tilted his head to stare at him, his eyes full of mockery.

Tamia panicked.

"What are you doing!"

"Tamia,"

Oreo turned, "You can't show a panicked look when you're threatened, or people will think you're scared." ”

Carmen took two steps to the left, still thinking about the pistol.

To keep Oreo from suspicion, he bluffs and yells.

"I said let me out!"

Oreo ignored him and continued to preach.

"Of course, it doesn't necessarily work all the time, but it certainly works sometimes."

Tamia was in the mood to listen to him, screaming as she pulled her gun from her waist.

"Don't move, or I'll kill you!"

Oreo turned around and saw Carmen suddenly let go of Angelyl, who pounced on the corner like a porcupine.

Reaching out to stop the muzzle of Tamia's gun, Oreo said nonchalantly.

"Tamya, move two chairs and put them to the east...... That is, on the left. ”

Carmen had almost reached the pistol, but Angelyl had already grabbed him by the ankle, and the weak girl let out a low cry and threw Carmen to the ground.

She stepped on Carmen's fingers, then twisted them twice.

"Mr. Oreo has said that he hates threats to him the most."