Borg raised an eyebrow.

"Your Excellency Plavor, you are also very different."

Not surprisingly, he knew his name.

Oreo noticed the drawings on his desk, and he sat down across from the coffee table, putting his cane and top hat aside.

"You should know why I'm coming to you, after all, in a sense, we're grasshoppers on a rope."

"Oh?"

Borg chuckled, and the hand pouring the tea did not tremble in the slightest.

Boiling water is poured in, and the tight black tea swirls and rises in the teacup, and the bitter aroma quickly accumulates in the throat, bringing a hint of sweetness.

Closing the lid of the cup, Borg said with interest.

"Are you a friend of Merkel?"

Oreo shook his head.

"It's like your relationship with him......"

He paused, looked directly into Borg's eyes, and said slowly.

"It's more appropriate to call it mutual use."

This sentence seemed to gain Borg's trust, and the smile on his face became sincere.

He strained the first pot of black tea through the tea net, and the filtered black tea was crystal clear, and Oreo kept staring at the bubbles on the top of the black tea, which quickly swirled and shattered.

Pushing the teacup in front of Oreo, Borg gestured.

"Taste it."

Oreo reached out and took the cup of tea, waited for it to cool down slightly, and drank it down.

Putting the teacup down, he said in admiration.

"Good tea."

Borg squinted and smiled, his smile was contrived, but it could also be said to be polite.

With a smile, he glanced at Oreo's cane, then spoke quickly.

"So...... What are you doing here? ”

Oreo said straight to the point.

"I'm asking you for a drawing, and you're rarely going to take on work in a warehouse somewhere east of Turin, so I think you should remember."

"Of course I do."

Borg nodded, "But why do you think I'm going to give you the drawings, just the dead Merkel?" ”

Oreo waved his hand, and he looked into Borg's eyes, but to Borg, he felt like he was staring at the curtain behind him.

"Borg, once the trajectory of people's lives is disrupted, everyone will be scared."

Borg tilted his head slightly, as if he was motioning for Oreo to continue, but as if he didn't understand what he was saying.

Oreo continued.

"You are a man of great taste, but you also know what taste in the mouth of the aristocracy represents. In most cases, these two words are almost equivalent to money...... And as an architect, I don't think you can have such expensive taste. ”

Avoiding Oreo's gaze, Borg poured a second cup of tea for Oreo.

"So what?"

"So you need money."

Oreo raised his voice suddenly, "Especially after Merkel's death, you have lost your biggest source of money." ”

"What do you mean......" Borg said hesitantly, "you want to buy the blueprints for that warehouse from me?" ”

"No, no, no,"

Oreo said three words in a row, shaking his head and saying, "I mean, you've got to give me the blueprints for that warehouse, or you're going to get into more trouble." ”

Borg thought for a moment and shook his head slowly.

"I don't understand what you mean."

"Lord Viscount, you're not as smart as you seem."

Oreo said hatefully, "Do you really think that no one knows that you are buying and selling drawings on Fourth Street?" The day after you sold that drawing, Lesa showed up in your yard. ”

As he spoke, Oreo stood up, looking at Borg condescendingly and in a serious tone.

"Then Viscount Borg, now please tell me if you know Lesha or not!"

The barrage of questions calmed Borg, who quickly pondered the connections between the events.

After Oreo's click, he really seemed to know why this was happening.

He nodded, a hint of trepidation in his tone.

"I don't know Lesa but I know she's Merkel's best friend."

"That's right."

Oreo snapped his fingers and sat back in his seat, this time in a much more casual position.

He crossed Erlang's legs and put his hands on his knees.

"The people behind Merkel don't want you to pass on some drawings, and Lesha is a warning."

"I see."

Borg said fearfully, "Then why do you want that drawing?" ”

Oreo said quickly.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm good friends with Sheriff Reka, and he said that it was mostly a poppy factory, but we couldn't find the exact location of that place. And I happened to find the signature you left there...... It can also be said to be a kind of sign. ”

After a moment's thought, Merkel nodded.

"I can give you the drawings, but I need to know what you do."

Oreo squinted.

"You mean in that chain of transactions...... I live on the back 3rd street and am responsible for providing Merkel with information about prostitutes. ”

"I see."

Borg nodded, and walked briskly to the desk.

He tugged at a corner of the bookcase twice, and with a rumbling sound, a large safe sank from the ceiling.

Oreo turned around and observed Borg's movements through the reflection of the glass of the bookcase, as he rummaged through the safe for the drawing.

After looking at it for a while, Oreo got bored, and he yawned twice, then walked to the door and closed the door to his study.

"This is it."

Borg poked his head out from behind the safe and shook the blueprints in his hand.

"I'll have to make sure."

Oreo walked briskly over to the tea table, clearing a space for the drawings.

Borg hesitated, and instead of closing the safe, he sat down across from Oreo.

He spread out the drawing and whispered.

"This is a drawing of the design in March, the area is large, and it is definitely not a residential building."

Oreo studied the drawing carefully, pulling out a black notebook from his pocket with a sketch drawn on it, as if he was comparing it.

Seeing that he had not come up with a result for a long time, Borg said suspiciously.

"There are other drawings, but they are much smaller than that."

"This is it."

Oreo closed his notes and spoke firmly.

With that, he raised his head and looked at Borg.

"Viscount Borg, then I'll take this drawing first, I hope we have more opportunities to cooperate in the future."

Borg nodded.

"I have another question, was the purpose of your last visit also for this drawing?"

"Uh......" a hint of surprise appeared on Oreo's face, "yes." ”

Borg hesitated for a moment, then spread his hands.

"It's been ten days since the last incident, and if that group of poppy processors wants to transfer evidence, it should be enough, right?"

“......”

Oreo slowly folded the drawing in half, and he lifted his head and squeezed out a wry smile.

"Logically so, but I promised Sheriff Reka that I would have to find the location of that secret room."

Borg nodded as if he didn't understand, and he wanted to say something, but suddenly his eyes went black and he fell to the ground.

"Whew."

The ghost grass actually worked.

Oreo breathed a sigh of relief and stepped over Borg.

He climbed over to the safe and looked up and down.

Merkel's safe contained evidence.

Although he can't open the safe, he has a way to know who Merkel is doing for him.

He reached into the far corner of the safe, where lay a blueprint wrapped in a cover.

Oreo picked a random drawing and spread it out on Borg's desk.

The handwriting on the drawings is shallow, apparently rubbed from the original drawings.