"Your friend?"

Reka said in shock, "Which friend?" ”

"A friend who can make Cuarón lie."

After saying that, he beckoned.

"Come here, come with me and push this thing away."

Reka hurriedly ran over, and as the two of them worked together, the glass curtain wall was pushed out by the two.

As the glass unfolds outward, a section of glass rises from under the curtain wall from the bottom to the top, and finally runs parallel to the ground, creating a transparent observation deck on the periphery.

"My God."

A cool breeze blows, Reka sighs.

"These aristocrats are too good at playing."

Looking at Reka, it seemed that he was about to step onto the observation deck to enjoy the scenery, but Oreo grabbed him.

"Don't move yet."

Reka quickly retracted her steps and stared at Oreo in bewilderment.

Oreo stepped on the observation deck with half a foot, he half-knelt on the platform, and then took out a glass bottle from his rucksack, which contained a fine black powder.

Reka held her breath and watched his movements carefully.

Opening the cap, Oreo slowly lay down, poured some black powder into the palm of his hand, and sprinkled the ground on the ground.

Reka didn't understand what he was doing at first, but he was surprised when two black footprints appeared.

"How?"

"Magnetic particles."

Oreo explains, "With this glass surface, we can sprinkle magnetic powder on it. ”

With that, he stretched out his right hand, opened his thumb and forefinger to the maximum, and then measured the black footprint.

Retracting his right hand, Oreo muttered.

"Sure enough, it's him, he's finally back in Turin."

"Who?"

Reka looked at the footprints on the ground, "And it's just a footprint, right?" ”

Oreo ignored Reka, muttering as he stared at the black footprints on the ground.

"I'll find you."

“......”

Looking at Oreo's expression, Reka didn't know what to do, but he could confirm one thing

- That is, Eden's death really has nothing to do with Oreo.

Since this is the case, then he is also relieved.

Raising his hand to look at his watch, Reka said in a low voice.

"Oreo, the third round of competition is about to begin, and we still have time to go."

As if he hadn't heard the question at all, Oreo whispered.

"Did you find any hair at the scene, before you salvage the bodies?"

Reka tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"Do you know how big this place is...... But I'll try to find out. ”

"Thank you, my friend."

Oreo sighed, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked towards the entrance of the hall.

Somehow, Reka felt his back unusually haggard.

"His friend..."

Reka muttered to himself, and suddenly he remembered something.

It was a flat-headed man.

I remember seeing him at the Oberon Villa, when he came down the mountain with a scimitar and slashed into the air......

The knife was really fast.

Even more terrifying, a figure was cleaved out of the air by him, and if memory serves, it was a sorcerer called by Ottaman.

The flat-headed man kicked the magician off the trail and made a silent expression to himself.

Could it be that Oreo is looking for his friend?

It's just that...... But what does he really look like?

Reka hammered his head hard, then turned around to close the open glass curtain wall.

But when he saw the observation deck, he suddenly walked up.

The bottom is a completely transparent glass, and when I first walked up, I felt that my legs were weak.

But Reka was a big-hearted man, and he got used to it for a while, and soon reached the edge of the observation deck.

The wind is getting stronger.

Reka stretched out her hands to stabilize her figure, and then slowly looked down, the huge crater was like the open mouth of a giant beast, and the mere glance at it made people feel terrified.

However, if the bottom is full of water and countless swimming fish are playing in the water, it must be a different scene.

......

"Where did you find the gunpowder?"

Oreo asked in a low voice.

It took a while for Tamia to regain her strength, and she pointed out in the distance, roughly at the edge of the Eye of Turin.

"There."

After a moment's scrutiny, Oreo withdrew his gaze and muttered.

"Judging by the blood stains on the ground, Eden ran a few steps before he died, but there is another blood stain at the scene, can you take that thing out and show me?"

Tamia rolled her eyes.

"I'll just steal it out for you."

"Thank you."

Oreo thanked him, then turned and walked slowly towards the gate.

"Where are you going?"

Tamia shouted.

Oreo waved his hand and didn't look back.

"Find a place to be quiet."

Tamia hurried to follow, looking at Oreo quizzically.

"Hey, why are you acting so worried? Don't worry, Reka and I will take care of the aftermath for you, don't worry. ”

"I'm not worried about this ......"

Oreo paused, and he turned his head to look at Tamia.

Tamia was furious at his sight, and she shrunk her neck.

"What are you going to do, kill people?"

Oreo said coldly.

"Are you free today?"

Tamia frowned.

"What did you say?"

Oreo clasped his hands behind his back, his voice calm.

"I said I'm in a bad mood today and want to find someone to drink with."

"Drinking? Right now? ”

Tamia glanced behind her, where the officers were in full swing.

But she thought about it for a moment and immediately replied.

"But for the sake of you investigating the case for the City Patrol Bureau, I can accompany you on a trip."

"Thank you."

Oreo thanked him again.

The two walked all the way to the end of Fourth Street, which was originally a riverside plaza but was abandoned for many years and now serves as a temporary parking lot.

Finding his horse in a pile of horses, Oreo turned over and patted the horse's back.

Tamia simply flipped over neatly, and then wrapped her arms around Oreo's waist.

“......”

Oreo whispered, "Don't hug me so tightly, I'm very steady on horseback." ”

Tamia pursed her lips and whispered.

"I just like that."

I wouldn't have called this woman if I had known.

Oreo sighed as he reluctantly clamped his horse's belly as he galloped toward Sixth Street.

It was mid-morning, and there were no taverns open in the whole of Turin, so he bought a case of wine at the winery and headed back to Eighth Street with Tamia.

Looking at the familiar place, Tamia said suspiciously.

"What are you doing here?"

Oreo pointed to the narrow entrance to the attic and said as a matter of course.

"Go to your house."

"To my house?"

Tamia looked at him in surprise, but the thought of a certain woman made her heart flutter, and then she said crisply.

"That's fine!"