I don't know if it was because of the rain last night, and no one visited the office all morning, which made it even worse for Oreo, who was not wealthy.

Before noon, the wooden door of the office was finally pushed open, but it was Angelyl.

"Mr. Oreo, Mom asked me to bring you lunch."

Angelyl pushed the lunch box in front of Oreo, and then sat down in the chair across from him, swaying her legs as if she had nothing to do.

Oreo glanced at the lunch box.

"Angely, you don't have a cold, do you?"

Angelyl said smugly.

"Of course not, I'm sturdy!"

"That's good."

Oreo relieved himself and lifted the lid of the box, and the familiar scent immediately greeted his nose.

The meal was eaten quickly.

While Angelil was washing the dishes, Oreo went across the street and led two horses out, but only one was saddled.

"Wow,"

Angelyl tilted her head, "I can ride again." ”

Oreo wiped his stirrup with his hand and said to Angely.

"Let's go up."

Angelyl climbed onto the horse's back in two steps, holding the reins in her hand as if she were preoccupied.

After straightening the hem of her black trench coat, Oreo climbed onto another horse.

"Drive."

Turin's east gate is on the 8th street, and the two walked along the pathway, soon seeing the majestic east walls.

Once out of town, Oreo quickly turned into a small road, and his horses galloped down the dirt road.

Angelyl gripped the reins, speaking quickly.

"Mr. Oreo, do you know where Detective Reka is?"

Oreo glanced at the ground.

"I don't know, but I know that the rut of the City Patrol's carriage is 130 centimeters wide."

"That's what it looks like."

Angelyl's mouth opened wide and she looked like she had suddenly realized.

But she still couldn't make out which one was 130 centimeters wide in the messy ruts.

At the request of His Majesty the Emperor, the inconsequential factories have been moved to the east and south of Turin over the past few decades, with the most important firearms projects concentrated in the north-western corner of Turin.

Yesterday I learned the location of the "candy" factory from Shalman's mouth, but it is undoubtedly impossible to find your own goal in so many factories.

- Of course, this is for Oreo personally.

Turning another corner, the road was apparently repaired, presumably by some wealthy factory owner.

At the end of the neat road, Oreo saw the City Patrol carriage with the word "Six" written in West Sanaland, indicating that it was the carriage of the City Patrol on Sixth Street.

Stopping near the carriage, Oreo rolled over and dismounted, but did not see the detectives.

Angelil pointed to the open factory door and whispered.

"Are they already in?"

After a moment of silence, Oreo nodded quickly.

"I hear the barking of the search dogs."

Buckling his top hat above his head, Oreo strode inside.

It looks like a factory processing panels, with irregular wood chips all over the floor.

Oreo grabbed a handful of sawdust, put it under his nose and sniffed it, then frowned.

"It's not local wood, wouldn't it be better to process it in the place of origin and then ship it over, it's stupid."

Angelyl nodded absentmindedly, she heard the dog bark and was intently looking for Reka.

Oreo wiped his hands on the hem of his shirt and walked straight into the factory, which was supposed to be the direction of the barking dog.

As he walked, he looked up at the factory's glass canopy, which was covered in specks of raindrops.

It's autumn now, but if it's summer, the scorching sun will definitely roast the factory workers into pigs' heads, and I don't know which genius designed it.

Stepping out of the two rows of machines, Oreo spotted Reka.

He was sitting at a round table, drinking tea with a man who looked like a steward.

A large number of subordinates and a large number of police dogs patrolled aimlessly behind him, looking perfunctory to deal with official business.

Looking back, Oreo saw a closed gate, at least three meters high, presumably for carriage traffic.

Now there's a big lock on the door, which is why Reka is waiting here.

Oreo took off his top hat and said hello.

"Sheriff Reka."

Hearing Oreo's voice, Reka quickly stood up and said as he winked at Oreo.

"Lord Oreo."

Angelyl stood behind Oreo, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Oreo slapped his top hat into Reka's arms, narrowed his eyes, and said.

"Did I let you come here for tea?"

Reka lowered her head in shame.

"I ......"

Seeing Reka's nervous expression, the man opposite Reka also stood up, he felt that Oreo was a big man.

"My lord, this is a workshop for high-end furniture processing, and at the request of the Imperial Palace, we are creating a batch of samples of royal furniture, and outsiders are not allowed to visit them unless there are special circumstances.

But Sheriff Reka is certainly not an outsider, so I'm sending someone to get the key to the factory, and he's supposed to be there soon. ”

"Oh."

Oreo then asked.

"Is your mold in there?"

The man nodded, smiling.

"Part of the mold is in there, you know, that's a trade secret."

Reka said quickly.

"Mr. Channing said I was the only one to go in."

"Just let you in alone?"

Oreo frowned, annoyed.

He stretched out his right hand and pointed to the circle of detectives around him. "So what are so many people doing here? Eat dry rice! ”

"I thought the keys would be delivered soon......"

Reka explained, and then instructed the detectives around her, "Time is tight, you guys go to another factory to check and check." ”

Taking advantage of Reka's command of his men, Oreo sat down across from Channing with a big grin, and he leaned back in the chair and complained.

"I don't know what kind of madness Director Eden has, if we come to this kind of place to search the Narusz poppy processing factory, if we really provoke anyone, everyone will be upset."

Channing didn't dare to answer Oreo's words, he poured Oreo a cup of tea, and then sat back down, staring nervously in the direction of the door.

The young detective didn't know what it was, and he felt like he was about to lose his control.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for a carriage to drive directly into the factory and stop near the two.

Channing stood up and hurried to the carriage, letting out a premeditated exclamation.

"Count Sharman, why are you here?"

The young nobleman named Sharman stepped out of the carriage, looked around, and spoke angrily.

"It's ridiculous that a police detective on any street dares to inspect our factory!"