"What kind of sin did I do in my last life?"

Oreo muttered.

He poured the spice into the hot oil and stir-fried it a few times with a spatula.

Tamia stood beside him, her neck craned to stare at Oreo's movements.

"What is this practice?"

"Stir-fried scallops."

Oreo leaned back, afraid that the hot oil would splash on him, and judging by his actions, his cooking skills should not be much better than Tamia's.

Although she didn't know how to cook, Tamia was quite knowledgeable when it came to eating, and she sniffled and smelled the gradually richer aroma.

"Scallops can do that?"

"Looks delicious, doesn't it?"

Oreo poured the scallops into the pan and muttered to himself, "You won't think so when I fry it." ”

Tamia pursed her lips and sat back down at the table, her chin in her hands, staring intently at Oreo.

I saw him pick up the pot, shake it stiffly in mid-air, and then put it down again.

Pouring the fried scallops into the plate, Oreo sat down with the plate in his left hand and the cloth bag in his right hand.

"What's that?"

Tamia gestured to the sack.

Oreo pushed the plate over.

"Don't worry about it, let's try it first."

"Oh."

Tamia answered, forking a scallop with her fork.

She brushes the pepper and garlic off the fork before shoving the scallops into her mouth.

Sure enough, judging from the movement of Tamia's eyeballs flipping upwards uncontrollably and then revealing the whites of her eyes, she put too much salt on her own.

Oreo untied the sack, revealing several croissants lying inside.

"Sergeant Tamya, I knew this was the case, so I prepared a croissant for you for dinner in advance."

Tamia rolled her eyes as she swallowed the scallops, scrambling to grab the croissant and shove it into her mouth, but she soon realized that she had underestimated how hard it was.

Oreo said apologetically.

"It's a little bit of a taste of it...... But it didn't deteriorate. ”

Tamia gritted her teeth and chewed the croissant, swallowing it before she spoke.

"Detective Oreo, your cooking skills are as bad as your appearance."

Reaching for a croissant, Oreo said nonchalantly.

"I agree with you."

"Eat slowly!"

Tamia shoved the remaining half of the croissant into her mouth and walked out angrily, Oreo's voice coming from afar.

"Remember to go to work on time, there will be a big move tomorrow!"

......

The hour hand moves, and the beautiful sound of the bell echoes in the small office.

After the sound of this bell, the footsteps on the streets faded away, and the bustling city of Turin finally fell silent.

Sitting on Tamia's bed, Oreo concentrated on arranging the bedding.

It was getting colder and colder, and he couldn't make do on that big chair anymore—

Of course, this is an idea that came after experiencing the warmth of a futon one afternoon.

Oreo was a dedicated man, he tucked the sides of the futon first, then stepped on the bottom of the quilt with his foot, and finally got into the chrysalis.

He closed his eyes contentedly, ready for the day.

But he heard footsteps in the street again, and he was about to wait for the footsteps to pass before closing his eyes, but unfortunately the footsteps did not go away, but there was a quick knock at the door.

"It's good to have a business."

Oreo comforted himself and got up slowly, but he said quickly as the deadbolt was about to be knocked open.

"It's coming, it's coming, what's the hurry."

The knock on the door grew more and more urgent, and Oreo blackened his face, ready to be reprimanded harshly in the future.

The door opened, and Oreo took a long breath—

The person standing outside the door was Peggy.

“......”

Oreo gritted his teeth, and the breath he had held out hissed from between his teeth.

"Angelyl hasn't come back yet, you have to go see her."

Peggy was sweating profusely, her curly hair sticking to her forehead, and she looked like she had come all the way from Eleventh Street.

"Mrs. Peggy, it's going to be paid."

That being said, Oreo's hands didn't stop moving.

He tucked his top hat under his arm, then twisted his cane twice and looked at Peggy.

"Where Angelyl should have been tonight."

Peggy gasped.

"She was supposed to be home an hour ago...... She was supposed to be at the Crown Clubhouse. ”

"Crown Clubhouse, Sixth Street."

Oreo nodded, tucked a glass can under his armpit, and walked out briskly.

......

Crown Clubhouse.

The gas lights in the glass cover were still flickering, but the dance floor was empty.

Angelyl glanced nervously at the clock, it was almost eleven o'clock.

The seats by the dance floor were full of people, and the nobles were all talking about the same thing—

An hour earlier, a waitress had died in a private room, and with the help of alcohol, the barmates had unanimously decided to find the killer and leave the room.

"Miss Angelyl."

The person sitting across from Angelyl raised his glass and greeted her, "I don't think you're happy?" ”

Angelyl got up to clink glasses with him, her brow furrowed.

"Young Master Marsar, I really hope that this matter can end soon, you must know that it will ...... tomorrow morning"

"Are you worried about tomorrow morning's competition?"

The man sitting to the right of Angelil laughed, a young man with a childish expression, and with a smile he looked at Angelil presumptuously.

"Miss Angelyl doesn't have to worry about that, even if you don't play properly, you are the most dazzling presence on the stage."

Angelyl smiled sweetly, then picked up her glass and moistened her lips with the liquor.

Even so, she had drunk enough tonight, and if she continued like this, she might get drunk, and what would happen after she got drunk was unpredictable.

"Donald, you can't have done it, right?"

The sound of laughter came from the next table.

The nobleman named Donald blushed, and he didn't know if it was because of the strength of the wine or because of nervousness, he hurriedly said.

"I've been to that private room, but I'm talking to Claire."

The nobleman named Claire shouted loudly.

"It was a matter of talking, but I can't vouch for what happened after that."

"Hahahaha."

Laughter rang out, and the nobles seemed to be using it to make fun of it, but no one wanted to actually find the murderer.

"Angelyl."

Several girls came over with wine glasses, all of whom were Angelyl's rivals and had spent some time on Back Third Street before.

The glass of wine seemed to have to be drunk.

Noticing the eyes of the two nobles around her, Angelil narrowed her eyes and drank the wine in her glass.

Seeing Angelil's movements, the eyes of the two nobles lit up visibly.

With a "snap", Angelil put down her glass heavily, and she seemed to be excited.

"Master Marsar, I'm still an amateur detective, why don't you let me try?"

Hearing this, Marsal restrained his smile and said with a serious expression.

"Miss Angelyl, that couldn't be better."