The City Patrol has not been so lively for I don't know how many years.

The conference room was brightly lit, and dozens of sheriffs crowded into the conference room, each holding a document in their hands, and occasionally looking at the end of the long table.

At the end of the blackboard is a map, next to which are two portraits.

Director Eden frowned, pacing back and forth at the end of the long table like a trapped beast.

In a moment, he took a cigar out of his pocket and walked out of the conference room while lighting the fire, apparently wanting to go out for a walk.

After Eden left, the conference room became lively.

"Who the hell do you think that little man dares to assassinate Master Pamela alone, and he succeeds?"

"Haven't you heard the recent rumors, I think it's very likely that it was that person's subordinates, after all, normal people can't ......"

"Ahem!"

Someone coughed at the right time, at this sensitive moment, talking about political affairs is no different from looking for death, let alone in the City Patrol Bureau.

But it wasn't quiet for a while, and the whispers started again.

"Who went to that house in the afternoon, did you find any evidence?"

"What evidence do you want? Isn't there all the evidence on the surface, the murder weapons are all there, but how can we explain that thing was done by one person! ”

"Do you think the prostitutes did it?"

"It's clearly revenge, you can see that room, it's full of ......"

"How can an unorganized and undisciplined prostitute do this? Did you have someone in your brain? ”

"Who said that it was unorganized and undisciplined, didn't the group of prostitutes who were caught say, there is also a group of prostitutes who are in the same group as that little man, and now that group of people are missing, they must be the real murderers!"

Hearing this, Reka and Tamia looked at each other, and the latter said coldly.

"Sergeant Gale, you seem to have gained a lot from being in the interrogation room for so long."

Hearing this, everyone burst out laughing, but the laughter soon stopped abruptly.

Eden snuffed off his cigar and walked in with a blank face, standing still at the conference table, glancing left and right at his men.

Everyone could see that Director Eden was in a bad mood, and they shrunk their necks for fear that they would be killed and set an example by.

His gaze swept over Reka, and Eden said in a deep voice.

"Reka, tell me about your findings."

As the recipient of the Cross for Valor, Reka deserves to be the first speaker.

He spread out the documents in front of Eden one by one.

"As the first sheriff to arrive at Snow Mountain, I am here to give you the specifics of this case.

Including Duke Pamela, a total of 23 people died on the second floor of the mansion, and they were all Duke Pamela's subordinates when he was the commander of the Black Crane Army.

Combined with the execution chamber found on the first floor of the mansion, we can speculate that the prostitutes were hostile to Pamela.

Judging from the circumstances of the deaths of Pamela and others, the murderer's modus operandi was quite professional, which I confirmed with Duke Pamela's personal soldiers, and he said that several of the assassination methods came from the army.

According to the testimonies of the arrested prostitutes, they were hired from Back 3rd Street to 6th Street and then received an invitation from Pamela House.

After the party began, the Count of Shukan asked the Duke of Pamela to withdraw his soldiers from the hall, and the assassination took place.

After the incident, the prostitutes were afraid of being killed, and they did not dare to speak out.

So, taking advantage of the fact that the murderer broke out of the window, they fled to the path next to the relief, and the little man found them and followed them closely.

But they fled into the carriage first, and then fled into the woods in a panic. ”

Eden nodded.

"Tell me what you think."

Reka thought for a moment and said quickly.

"The available clues indicate that the Duke of Pamela and others were killed by a group of prostitutes with specialized assassination techniques, and that the prostitutes are now missing. At present, Pamela's people have taken over the estate, and I want to take someone inside to see the scene again, I wonder if Director Eden can help......"

After a long silence, Eden said slowly.

"I'm going to negotiate with people in the military, but I can't guarantee the outcome."

"Director,"

Reka's tone became serious, "This matter is logically within the responsibility of the City Patrol Bureau, but now the military wants to force a hand, since this is the case, why do we people sit in this room, just for fantasy!" ”

Eden waved his hand.

"The stakes are complicated, and the military suspects that there is a shadow of enemy spies in this."

Before coming, Reka and Tamia sent a letter to Oreo that Oreo had killed all the people in the house, and that he insisted on going to the resort to destroy the evidence for Oreo.

But what happened to the two gangs of prostitutes that popped up now?

And even enemy spies?

He hesitated for a moment, then said suddenly.

"Spies from other countries? You mean that group of spies is gone now? ”

Eden bowed slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

"The purpose of bringing you together is also very simple, I don't want you to discuss whether to spy or not, but this ......"

Eden tapped heavily on the blackboard.

"If, I mean, if it's really the prostitutes who did it, what do you think?"

Kathu raised his right hand, his mood had not been high since his father's death, but today he seemed particularly excited.

"Director, this is obviously the revenge of prostitutes, they choose those nobles who recruit prostitutes, then blackmail them, and finally kill people."

Tamia shouted.

"What kind of prostitute would choose to blackmail Duke Pamela?"

"Pamela, they're just a bunch of old people!"

Kathu quickly retorted, "It's not difficult to kill a group of unarmed old people at that time. ”

Tamia replied calmly.

"It can be explained that way, but it doesn't make sense."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Eden coughed heavily.

"In that case, Tamia, tell me what you think."

After thinking for a while, Tamia said slowly.

"It's right to characterize it as a premeditated assassination, and whatever the motives of the killers, they must have had to be able to carry out the assassination in the first place, and this can be explained by the military's rhetoric, I don't think it was done by a prostitute, it's all Sheriff Kathu's bias."

Kathu snorted coldly.

"There are three sects and nine streams in the back three streets, and it is not difficult to find a few powerful prostitutes."

Tamia retorted without hesitation.

"Who has that ability to be a prostitute!"

Seeing another pot of porridge in the audience, Eden slowly closed his eyes.

The celebration day is approaching, and the big cases are one after another, which not only involves the fight between the two princes, but also the shadow of the enemy country behind the scenes, and the City Patrol Bureau has nothing to do now.

But once the emotions of the nobles could not be appeased, they made trouble, and he Eden was the first person to be pushed out to take the blame, which made him how good.

For a moment, he suddenly remembered something and looked at Reka.

"Sheriff Reka, the first group you interrogated, according to them, what is the name of that little man?"

Reka nodded, looking down to read her notes.

"They can't remember the name, but they remember that his surname was Pravor."

"Pravor?"

Kathu frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "I remember a man surnamed Pravor who lived on Back Third Street. ”