Last night the snow was gone, and today Turin looks exceptionally bright.

Towards lunchtime, Caron walked in through the door with a basket of vegetables.

Seeing Oreo, he nodded slightly.

"Young master, two prostitutes died."

"Hmm."

Oreo replied, seemingly unconcerned, but judging by the way he receded into his chair, the prostitutes' deaths were not as insignificant as they had been imagined.

From a macroscopic perspective related to the future of the universe, the death of individual human beings is the inevitability of life, and it is as insignificant as the death of quarks.

That being said, Oreo couldn't console himself from that perspective.

Because from a social point of view, seeing death and not saving them are also accomplices, and their deaths are more or less related to themselves.

First, the deaths of these prostitutes were used to win the sympathy of the people of the Later Third Street, and then the people of the Later Third Street were used as sharp blades to coerce the nobles who were high up.

It is true that he is not the creator of this social contradiction, but he definitely takes advantage of these poor people.

The reason for using it is out of righteousness, but in the end, righteousness is selfish desires.

"Alas......"

Sighing, Oreo got up from his chair and walked to the window with his hands behind his back, peering out through the shutters.

The streets were covered with snow, and there were only two or three trails of footprints scattered in the snow, which made the whole street look lifeless.

In this mood, finding something to divert attention is the best medicine to adjust your mood.

Retracting his gaze, Oreo consciously sat down at the table, deciding to finish his meal early and then actively participate in the wave of rebellion.

The Chinese food was quickly ready, just a simple steak with half a portion of boiled cauliflower.

Pushing the steak in front of Oreo, Cuarón stretched out his right hand and sprinkled some salt into the bowl of cauliflower.

"His Royal Highness Rhadia said to act tonight, and we must move in the afternoon."

"This afternoon."

Oreo chuckled and picked up a piece of cauliflower, "When did he know that Login was a spy?" ”

After a moment's thought, Caron replied.

"Because of his childhood experience, His Royal Highness Rhodia is a person with low self-esteem, he never believed that someone would take the initiative to pay for him, and that person had nothing to do with him."

Oreo reached out and tapped on the table, his face full of thought.

"Can't it be love?"

"With all due respect, His Highness Rhodia loves his father more than anything else, and that woman must have discovered that too."

"It's a completely different relationship...... Will Login be jealous because of this? ”

After a moment's hesitation, Cuarón replied.

"It won't be jealous, but it will make her die."

“......”

Oreo didn't say anything more, he chewed on the steak in one gulp, frowning slightly.

Lydia's only mother who loved him died very young, and his father's occasional revelation of fatherly love would make him grateful to Dade, so he was a loveless person.

People who lack love will appear stronger, but being strong is often equated with conceit.

The conceited don't need friends, and the bonds that are held together by power alone are often shattered at the touch of a button.

So theoretically, the chances of Redia's rebellion succeeding are slim to none.

However, the rules of this world are very beneficial to Raidia, because as long as His Highness Badr dies, then the entire Okassim Empire will rightfully belong to Raidia, and this is the only benefit of this deformed rule.

Putting down his knife and fork, Oreo slowly stood up, twisting his body in all directions, his muscles rattling in a long time.

Cuarón put the cutlery away in the sink, and he scrubbed it up and down, looking meticulous.

After exercising for a while, Oreo got into his desk and rummaged through the cabinets, quickly filling a backpack with his belongings.

After Caron had washed the dishes, he took his dry trench coat off the stove, covered it with an iron lid, and finally carried the rucksack in his hand.

Putting on his trench coat, Oreo picked up the cane from the armrest, placed it on the lid of the stove, roasted it at the remaining temperature, and then picked up the cane, spun it twice, and inserted it into his waist.

Compared with the laziness of the past, the current Oreo seems to be a lot more neat, and his gestures are heroic.

Raising his head, he strode out of the door, where the carriage was ready.

......

City Patrol Bureau, Conference Room.

Every sheriff who walked into the room had the same thought, that is, there was something strange about the atmosphere in the room.

Reka sat in the first place, which allowed every sheriff to see his eyes, but no one dared to look at him.

I don't know when the young sheriff became Rackmond's confidant, and this change of identity made everyone here feel quite uncomfortable, but some smart people quickly adapted to it.

Oger cleared his throat and was about to give Reka a loud horse, but Tamia spoke up early.

She tapped on the table and asked in a loud voice.

"Sheriff Reka, everyone is busy interrogating, what the hell is the matter with calling us over?"

Seeing everyone's eyes on him, Reka didn't feel nervous at all, which made him feel very surprised.

However, surprised to be surprised, he nodded slightly as Oreo did, and then opened the file in front of him.

"Last night, at the request of the commander-in-chief, I sent people to raid more than a dozen taverns on Sixth Street, seized a wagon of poppy candy, and arrested 17 poppy candy sellers."

After saying this, he raised his head to see that everyone was confused, and Reka continued.

"These prostitutes have been interrogated for nearly three days, and the Commander-in-Chief saw that there was nothing of value in the trial, so he asked me to go to Sixth Street to arrest the poppy candy seller.

Because as you all know, prostitutes and drug dealers are the right-hand men of the Emperor of the Third Street, and since we can't find the underground emperor, then we will cut off his right-hand man......"

Tamia yawned.

"So our mission is to continue the trial of the poppy candy sellers?"

He was about to nod, but the other sheriff said suddenly.

"But Sheriff Reka, those prostitutes and thugs are still standing outside, it's been two days....... There were many onlookers, and everyone said that this would not have a good impact. ”

Reka tilted her head to look at the sheriff with a terrible look in her eyes.

After a while, he reached out and rubbed his brow, and then said tiredly.

"The Commander-in-Chief said that our mission is to find out the underground emperor, we could have ignored him before, but if he killed Director Eden, we have to bring him to justice.

Celebration Day is just around the corner, and we're going to find him before that. ”

He paused, then repeated.

"This is what the commander-in-chief meant, do you understand?"

The sheriffs exchanged glances, everyone knew that the underground emperor existed, but the underground emperor was actually just their contempt for that group.

It's just that judging from the situation in the past few days, its prestige on the back third street is really beyond everyone's imagination, and the word emperor has become more and more unpredictable.

Seeing that the conference room was getting noisy, Reka yelled.

"Do you understand?"

The voice suddenly sounded, and the conference room finally fell silent.

Looking around, Ogg said at the right time.

"I don't know what Sheriff Reika has arranged."

Tamia pursed her lips and echoed.

"Whatever Sheriff Reka wants us to do, we'll just do it."

Reka stood up, his hands propped on the table, staring down at the file.

"Yesterday I had already interrogated all night, and all the things that the poppy and sugar sellers should have confessed, and now what we have to do is very simple......"

Seeing everyone craned their necks, Reka said.

"Now, the sheriff on my left is in charge of tracking down the poppy factory, and with your own men, a search warrant has been issued at the palace, and you will follow the results of last night's interrogation, which will be a congratulatory gift from our City Patrol to His Majesty Bedford before the celebration.

As for the sheriffs on my right, you will stay at the headquarters of the City Patrol in case the untouchables riot...... As for the credit, don't worry, it's all the credit of the City Patrol Bureau.

Okay, time is pressing, let's take our seats. ”

Seeing Reka sit back, the sheriffs on his left quickly stood up, and the crowd walked towards the door.

According to Reka, the poppy candy sellers have recruited everything, and they only need to be responsible for arresting people, which is much more interesting than staying here and watching the untouchables.

The sheriffs on the right were talking about it, and then they walked out the door in twos and threes.

Tamia walked last, deliberately slowing down a few beats, and when the sheriff in front of her disappeared at the end of the hallway, she retracted her steps and looked Reka up and down.

"Is that what Oreo meant?"

Seeing Reka nod, Tamia continued.

"What about today? His yard is about to be destroyed. ”

Reka hesitated.

"Tamia ...... What are you talking about? ”

Tamia rolled her trademark eyes.

"I said, Oreo's yard is going to be taken down, isn't he panicking?"

Reka replied hesitantly.

"How do you ...... Aware? ”

Tamia crossed her arms and snorted coldly.

"Who can't see this, his previous overtures were just using the hands of the City Patrol Bureau to eradicate his peers...... Did he give you any benefits? ”

"Nope."

Reka shook her head, then lowered her head and held her head in her hands, looking extremely tired.

"Tamya, I'm a little tired, I want to be quiet."

Tamia pursed her lips, and finally walked out playfully, and slammed the door of the conference room shut.

"Whew."

Reka sighed, then tilted her head to look out the window at the snow.

In the gray vision, he remembered his first meeting with Oreo.

At that time, he was a hairy police detective who had just joined the City Patrol, and he was a stupid-looking nobleman.

At that time, I really thought that this was an accidental meeting that could no longer be accidental, but from the current situation, everything is controlled by the secret hand.

Reka tugged at the corners of her mouth, slowly lay down on the back of her chair, and then sighed in a low voice.

"Heh, Underground Emperor."