Oreo never intended to know what was in the safe, after all, he was the one who killed Merkel, and if he continued to investigate, he would sooner or later draw the attention of the mastermind behind the attack.

This is not a good thing.

Whether it is the investigation of the stolen safes, the death of the prostitute Lesha, or the case of Reka, these three things seem to be related to Merkel's death.

In all fairness, since Merkel was killed, it is only natural to find out who is behind it.

Although this will not let the souls of those poor prostitutes rest in peace, it is indeed a necessary thing for themselves, but they can't bring down those big people with their current self, and they need time.

But how long is the exact time?

A year or two years, or eight years or ten years?

By that time, even if the truth comes out, what's the point?

Thinking of this, Oreo flipped through the drawings faster.

As a young man, he also studied architectural design for a short time, and although these drawings are part of the building, he can still deduce the specifications of the original building from the clues.

The nobles built the chamber for ulterior purposes, so they would definitely build it somewhere where that was convenient for them, that is, somewhere in the main building.

Combined with this, you can easily guess the title of the owner of the building.

Oreo took out all the architectural drawings from the Marquis onwards, and then stared at the drawings deeper in the safe, thinking for a moment, and finally stopped.

He rested for a moment, rubbing the beads of sweat from his fingertips, which felt like rubbing sticky blood.

The blood soon became a more figurative association, and the wails and cries of the prostitutes in the dark bunker echoed in his ears.

Oreo closed his eyes, trying to suppress the unwarranted anger that swelled in his heart, but the sound grew louder and louder, like two symphony orchestras in his head.

"Damn it!"

Oreo opened his eyes, his pupils constricting violently.

But he didn't notice it, but reached into the safe and took out all the drawings in the deepest part of the tunnel.

With the large stack of drawings in hand, Oreo found a tote bag from the Borg's desk and filled it with all the drawings.

After seeing that all the drawings were sorted out, Oreo was finally in a better mood.

He stepped over Borg's body and walked briskly across the stairs and garden.

Seeing him walk out of the main building, Ferguson pulled the door open early.

Perhaps it was because of the silver coin just now, and the smile on his face became more and more sincere.

However, after Oreo approached, Ferguson's smile suddenly stiffened, and he quickly avoided his gaze, not daring to look at Oreo's eyes, after all, the small scarlet pupils were too penetrating.

Oreo didn't notice Ferguson's strangeness, he nodded, and walked briskly down the street.

There aren't many festivities in the afternoon, so the streets are much more lively than when you come.

Observing life is part of Oreo's daily life, and he deliberately slows down and weaves through the crowd.

In the process, his scarlet eyes under the brim of his hat gradually returned to emerald green.

Stepping into Ninth Street, he bought some medicinal herbs at a witchcraft workshop deep in an alley, and some convenient ingredients at the vegetable market on the corner before returning to the office.

In the process of opening the wooden door, he had already imagined the terrible scene inside, but to his delight, the entire office did not seem to have been destroyed by the storm.

He shouted Tamya's name, and finally spotted her near the grandfather clock on the side.

Wait a minute! Grandfather clock!!

Oreo pulls the door open, and the sunlight shines in through the main entrance, revealing Tamia's sinful deeds - she has opened the glass clock, and she is holding the grandfather clock, and then biting the gears inside!

The scene chilled Oreo from head to toe, and he shivered, took two steps in Tamia's direction, and then fell to his knees on the carpet with a thud.

Sitting on the carpet worth more than six thousand gold coins, he stared at the scene in disbelief with his mouth wide open, and the floor clock was like a prostitute who was powerless to resist, being ravaged by those nobles.

"Phew! Bah! ”

It may be that the gears are not very tasty, or it may be that a new hunting target has been discovered.

Tamia put down the grandfather clock in her hand and quickly pounced on Oreo.

Oreo didn't have time to react for a while, and the whole person was overturned by her.

When he reacted, Tamia was sitting on top of him, her arms around his neck, and she bit down his nose.

"What kind of sin did I do in my last life?"

Oreo muttered as he shoved the onion in his hand into Tamia's mouth.

She chewed it twice in high spirits, and soon burst into tears—

But even so, she ate the onion whole.

While she was smashing her mouth, Oreo escaped, and he stopped not far from Tamia, and looked at the floor clock and beat his chest for a long time.

After his confession, Oreo slowly turned his head, looked at Tamia with tearful eyes, and muttered.

"Tamia, this is what you owe me."

Hearing the sound, Tamia turned her head in a daze, her ass flipped over, and the whole duck sat on the carpet like a goose.

“......”

Oreo fell silent, he realized that it was irretrievable, so he took another onion from his handbag and tossed it to Tamia.

Tamia grabbed the onion, which she rubbed twice in her hand, as if trying to clean the skin.

While she was playing with onion balls, Oreo stood still in front of the board, first filling the frying pan with sesame oil, then using his rusty knife to cook the last onion ball.

Not surprisingly, the onions were skewed and looked very unappetizing, not to mention the beef.

Oreo pursed his lips, tore off the shredded beef stuck to the kitchen knife one by one, and threw it in the trash.

He is an expert when it comes to fried beef, mainly because this job is not much difficult.

He tossed two steaks into the frying pan, and the oil soon sizzled.

Attracted by the sound, Tamia walked over with a thump.

As if aware of the danger of something not far away, she stopped at Oreo's right hand and rubbed her left foot with her right foot as she licked her lips with her tongue.

This pose is glamorous, but Oreo is really not interested in it now.

He sighed and took the fried steak out of the pan and placed it on two plates, one on the left and one on the right.

With the residual warmth of the oil, he simply scalded the onions, took them out, and simply decorated them on a plate.

It wasn't until he picked up the salt and pepper shaker that he finally discovered a crucial problem, that is, he didn't buy salt and pepper at all.

In normal times, he must have jumped violently, but after so much inhuman torture, his state of mind was surprisingly normal.

He pushed a plate in front of Tamia and whispered.

"Karon, you're the most damned."