The world in the dream was pitch black, and Angelyl staggered to her feet, looking around nervously, as if she were standing on a field.

The gentle grass was swaying with the evening breeze, and the scent was in the air, giving it a familiar feeling.

Angelyl sniffed, and she noticed that it tasted like braised beef mixed with chicken down cream mushroom soup.

She raised her head in bewilderment, and vaguely saw a little star in the sky.

The starlight dimmed for a moment, then burst into a blinding light that lifted the dark curtain around it, shattering the dream.

"Mr. Oreo!"

A weak female voice sounded on the sickbed, and Angelil was already sweating profusely.

Hearing the shouting, Caron put down the spoon and walked briskly.

"Miss Angelil, are you awake at last?"

A loud shout rang out not far away, and it was Eric's head.

"Angelil, her name is Angelil, what a good name."

"I'll blow you up if you talk again."

Caron gave a warning, turned his gaze to Angelyl, and spoke softly.

"Let's drink some soup first, be careful of scalding."

"Thank you, Mr. Caron."

Angelyl answered, subconsciously reaching out to take the bowl of soup, but she was surprised to find that her hand was not raised.

Glancing down her shoulders, she realized that her forearms were empty.

Angelyl was in a trance, and the pale moonlight completely shredded her memory.

The black dragon, the Venada soldiers, the Ocassim salute glowing with multicolored light, the memories of the time before the coma flooded into his mind.

Angelyl's eyes were tightly closed, and she let out a cry in her heart, but it was to no avail.

The silent bullet had burst through its chamber, and it swirled into the black dragon's back, dismembering the massive wings like a sharp knife.

After that, the black dragon roared and held down the Venada soldier...... This was Angelil's last memory.

"Miss Angelil, let's take a bite of soup first."

Cuaron whispered reassuring Angeliel, then poked the spoon into her nostrils.

Angelil tried to lift her arm again, but she only lifted half of it.

Seeing that the spoon was about to be pestled into his face, an arm stretched out from the side.

It took the spoon and gently placed it on Angelyl's lips.

Along that arm, Angelyl saw a flat-headed man who was staring at her with gentle eyes.

Turning her head, Angelelle saw Caron.

The valet wore a pair of shiny leather shoes, tailored-fitting trousers that perfectly framed his legs, a white shirt tied around his waist with auspicious clouds printed on them, and two white bird armstitches on his wrists.

Except for the absence of a head, all this is very aristocratic.

“......”

Angelil was silent for a moment, then slurred, "Mr. Caron, I'm dead, right? ”

Cuarón's voice came from afar, and it was a voice of concern.

"These questions will be answered slowly later, let's take a sip of soup first."

Staring at Cuarón's empty neck, Angelyl hesitated.

"So where did your head go?"

Oreo put down his spoon and motioned for Caron to get out of the way.

The headless body seemed to lose its direction for a moment, and it swayed twice in front of Angelille, but still didn't move half a step.

Oreo's eyes followed Cuarón twice, he couldn't stand the stupid manservant, and then he stood up and kicked Cuarón to the ground.

Seeing the headless corpse roll twice on the ground, Angelil's gaze went all the way up, and she gradually saw the scene inside the house.

She and Mr. Oreo had been to Back Fourth Street once, and it was like they were on a production shop somewhere.

A headless body like Caron lay on a lathe, and not far away were two heads, one of which was Caron, and the other was staring at him with lustful eyes.

Noticing Angelil, the squinting head laughed, but was quickly turned around by Oreo.

With Cuarón's head tucked under his armpit, Oreo walked briskly.

He half-crouched in front of Angelyl and served her a spoonful of chicken and mushroom soup.

The manservant under his armpit moved his mouth.

"Take a sip of soup first, you haven't eaten in three days."

Angelyl got used to it all, she closed her eyes and took a sip.

The chicken and mushroom soup is still a familiar taste, first with a hint of pepper, and then with a milky and umami aroma spreading on the tip of the tongue.

Opening her eyes, she stared at Oreo for a moment, then said.

"I've seen you, at the Oreo Detective Agency, and you treat Mr. Oreo."

Oreo nodded slightly, and took the second spoonful of mushroom soup, his movements very gentle.

Swallowing the second sip of the soup, Angelyl said vaguely.

"Where is Mr. Oreo, is he dead?"

Cuarón replied.

Angelyl...... There are some things I have to explain to you, but in fact, the gentleman in front of you is the real Oreo Plavor. ”

Angelyl shook her head.

"I don't care who Oreo Pravor, I just want my Mr. Oreo!"

“......”

The manservant hesitated, "Miss Angelil...... Actually, there's one thing I haven't told you, the Mr. Oreo you think he is, he is pretending to be Atifa. ”

Angelyl muttered.

"Atifa Bedford? That's impossible! ”

Cuarón's gaze was lowered as he looked at the ground.

"You've already guessed right, after all, there is no second person in this world who knows you so well, and with Atifa's ingenious makeup skills, it's not difficult for her to pretend to be Oreo."

Angelil closed her eyes, the memories of the months were strung together in a certain line.

Oreo, who doesn't like to wash his hair; Oreo, who likes to eat marshmallows; Oreo, who has no interest in Sheriff Tamia; Oreo who cares about Peggy; Oreo, who likes to be spoiled; Oreo who always likes to reprimand himself; And...... Oreo with soft chests.

The diminutive detective gradually overlapped with the older sister she remembered, and their profiles coincided perfectly in a moment.

Angelyl burst into tears for a moment, knowing that the person she shot was actually her sister.

"Uh......h Sister She ...... Sister, she's dead, isn't she? ”

"I told the story for a long time,"

Cuarón's voice suddenly became weak, and he raised his dark eyes, "So you finish this bowl of soup first, and I'll talk slowly after drinking." ”

Angelyl looked Oreo and Caron up and down, their eyes exactly the same!

Stopping her sobbing, Angelyl said puzzled.

"Oreo first...... Lord Oreo, can't you speak? ”

Hearing this, Oreo lifted his trench coat, and under the trench coat were withered yellow white bones.

Cuarón said wistfully.

"I'm dead, and the dead can't speak."

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