Tamia muttered.

"I didn't expect to hear that word from your mouth."

"There's always the right justice that is within reach, isn't it?"

Oreo said disapprovingly, patting the safe before holding out his right hand.

"Keys."

Tamia pursed her lips and took out a paper bag from the pocket of her trench coat, which was a special file bag for the City Patrol Bureau, and it was not known if the key was found by Tamia at the scene or stolen from the City Patrol Bureau.

She tore the seal from the mouth of the paper bag and handed it to Oreo.

"I'm not sure if it's the key, but I'm sure it's the only thing found at the site, well-preserved."

Opening the pouch, Oreo poured out the contents in one go.

If I'm not mistaken, there must be a strange-shaped key inside.

Two things rolled out of the paper bag, and they bumped and jumped on the table, and it took a while for them to stop—

It's two teeth.

If memory serves, these two teeth were knocked out by Caron.

If it hadn't been for that punch, the thing would have been buried in the grave along with Merkel's body.

Tamia stared at Oreo with a feeble eye, and while it was the only thing she found, she didn't think it was the key.

Leaning over to the safe, Oreo took a closer look at the cylinder structure inside.

The designer of the safe was a genius, and these two teeth had to be inserted into the cylinder in the prescribed order and angle.

If the order is wrong, one of the teeth will definitely get stuck inside, and the box will never open.

Oreo grew excited, the contents of this box must be crucial, otherwise Merkel would not have used such extreme secrecy, and some big people in Turin would not have bothered to find this safe.

Tamia walked over to Oreo's side, and she followed up to the lock cylinder and muttered.

"Can this be opened?"

"You can't just look at it that way."

Oreo narrowed his eyes and took two steps back.

"What are you going to do?"

Confused, Tamia stepped back and stood beside Oreo, staring curiously at his movements.

Oreo stared intently at the safe, with an unusually focused expression.

Tamia's attention was quickly drawn to those eyes, and Orio's emerald green eyes became incomparably deeper.

Staring into those eyes, it's like looking at a calm ocean.

After a short while, the ocean actually churned, and a little light lit up in it, and the light was dazzling.

In Tamia's sight, the emerald green ocean had become pitch black because of the light, and the little light was like stars dotting the night sky.

Retracting his gaze, Oreo rubbed his temples and whispered.

"I think so."

As he withdrew his gaze, Tamia finally broke free from the trance, her hands propped on the table, and she spoke weakly.

"Detective Oreo, you're also an astrologer?"

"I said it's not uncommon to have a career."

Oreo said disapprovingly, picking up the two teeth, comparing them slightly, and then shoving them into the cylinder at the same time.

Soon there was a heart-warming clatter of gears in the cylinder, which gradually changed from low to high-pitched.

At the end of that high-pitched voice, there was a click, and the safe that had tormented Oreo for months was finally opened.

The cabinet door was ajar, and Oreo stared silently inside, the safe in a pitch black mess.

Now that this cabinet has not been completely opened, there is still room for regression.

But that's just self-deception.

Oreo laughed self-deprecatingly twice and gently opened the cabinet door.

Sure enough, a notebook lay quietly inside.

Tamia vaguely knew something, and she held her breath and glanced nervously at Oreo, wondering what he was hesitating about.

Holding out the notebook, Oreo reached out and rubbed its white cover, his voice low.

"Three months ago, a prostitute asked me to look for her friend who had disappeared, and I quickly found her, and I saw that she was sent by Merkel to the mansion of Baron Salmen, and never came out again."

Tamia said in disappointment.

"That's why you killed Merkel?"

"I've rarely been so angry, but I really didn't control it that time."

Oreo flipped through the notebook, and the names of the prostitutes rolled under his eyes.

Each name was followed by an unfamiliar text that Oreo didn't recognize, but he vaguely remembered that it was the text of some small tribe in the Okassim Empire.

Of course, it's also possible that there is some kind of password that can only be read in a special order.

"Four hundred and forty-three,"

Oreo closed the notebook, looking tired.

"Tamia, do you know what that means?"

Tamia opened her mouth.

"You mean, Merkel has already murdered four hundred and forty-three prostitutes in collaboration with others?"

Oreo held up the notebook and shook his head.

"If put to good use, this thing can be exchanged for endless wealth for us, and I wonder if I should avenge those prostitutes, or use these things for my own benefit."

Tamia pursed her lips.

"Do you want me to use justice to influence you, or do you want to make excuses for yourself?

Detective Oreo, you've already had the answer, right? ”

Oreo smiled awkwardly and continued.

"Tamya, what I actually want to tell you is that I'm going to use you again."

Tamia rolled her eyes, and Angelil's appearance appeared in front of her eyes inexplicably.

Through Angelil, she thought of another unlucky girl, who was also willingly being used by this damned detective......

Tamya, Tamia, what the hell are you thinking!

After struggling in her mind for a while, Tamia finally said.

"If it is out of righteousness...... I think so. ”

Oreo said inexplicably.

"Thank you."

Tamia said with a feigned disgust.

"Put those two words away, it makes me sick."

Oreo didn't mean to explain, he locked the notebook in a drawer, and held his top hat and cane in his hands.

Tamia gestured to the drawer.

"You've already picked a target?"

Oreo tapped his pocket, which contained the architectural drawing.

"I have to make good on my promise first."

"Oh?"

Tamia smiled amusedly.

"So I'm not far from being promoted?"

Oreo said honestly.

"I think there's still some way to go, after all, Fifth Street isn't Fourth Street."