Hearing this, Reka's face turned pale, and she followed behind the two with heavy steps.

I don't know what kind of magic this little boy Oreo has cast, but every beautiful girl is very close to him.

The three of them walked for a while, and the street gradually became lively.

Looking at the girls in autumn clothes, Oreo suddenly remembered something and turned his head to ask.

"Angelyl, have you been invited to dinner lately?"

Angelil was obviously reluctant to answer the question, but eventually said.

"Yes, three days later, on Fifth Street."

Oreo looked Angelyl up and down, her hunched bad habit had gradually been corrected, and if she was dressed up a little, she would definitely look like a beautiful swan.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"Don't be nervous, you're sure you'll be able to get a good price."

Angelyl pouted.

"I hope so."

Seeing Angelyl's reluctance, Oreo turned to speak.

"A month later, maybe not a month, you can marry into a wealthy family, which is a happy thing."

Angelyl put her hands behind her back and shook her head.

"I'd rather be a normal prostitute so that I can see a lot of people and hear a lot of things every day, rather than be in a cage like a pigeon."

Hearing this, Reka gradually understood.

A month later is the day of celebration, and the girl is clearly a prostitute who is going to compete in the Black Queen.

Oh my God, such an innocent girl is such a prostitute!

However, since she can participate in the competition of the Black Queen, she must still be a virgin.

At the thought of this, Reka felt a pang of regret.

Such a beautiful girl is about to marry a powerful nobleman, and after playing with it for a while, she will be abandoned, and some of the black queens will certainly not be able to stand such grievances, and they will disappear with the rumored beauty and fame.

The rest of the money eventually returned to Back 3rd Street and became an ordinary prostitute again who was more than good and less than good.

"Reka?"

Oreo held out his right hand and shook it in front of Reka.

"Where is the crime scene?"

Reka came back to his senses, and he looked around for a moment, then walked in a certain direction, and Oreo muttered behind him.

"Old virgins are all so virtuous, and when they see a girl, they think of spring."

......

"Sheriff Reka!"

The detective in charge of the gate raised his hand in salute.

Reka gestured to the two behind her.

"One piece."

The detective nodded, pulling the cordon apart for the three of them.

The original doorman of the house sat on the steps, looking at the people who came in and out with curious eyes, and the woman's body was the first he found.

Walking a little along the base of the wall, Reka whispered.

"It's just ahead."

Oreo nodded perfunctorily as he looked out at the courtyard.

This house is on Eighth Street, but the style of the yard is completely different from the surrounding mansions, and it is even much more elegant than the mansions of many princes and nobles, and it can be seen that the owner knows the construction of the house very well.

Turning a corner, Reka said, pointing somewhere.

"Viscount Borg didn't come home last night, and when he came back in the morning, he was obviously frightened, but because of official business, he went out after calling the police."

Oreo nodded, and walked quickly to the corpse.

The corpse was a middle-aged woman with her back to the sky and a large mouth.

Looking down, Oreo spotted a cold light in her chest and abdomen, presumably stabbed from behind, a sharp knife piercing through her chest.

For the first time, Angelyl saw a corpse, and she grabbed the corner of Oreo's coat and looked at it cautiously.

After another moment, she spoke.

"It seems to be Lesa."

"Lesha, is she a prostitute?"

Reka frowned and asked, if it was a prostitute, the impact of this case would be much smaller.

However, out of duty, he will still pursue it.

"Yes," Angelyl replied in a whisper, "Lady Hima's man." ”

Reka nodded.

"It stands to reason that she won't mess with anyone, will it be because of emotional disputes?"

"Reka,"

Oreo's voice rang out at an inopportune time, and Reka quickly ran over because it was for the sake of the case.

"Did you find anything?"

"Not at the moment, do me a favor."

Oreo held out his hands, as if to turn the body over.

Reka stretched out her right hand and flipped the stiff corpse over, which to be honest, felt rather unpleasant.

After turning the body over, Oreo crouched down and took a closer look at Lesa's back.

She wore a slim-fitting dress with a lot of mud on the hem.

After looking at it for a while, Oreo said.

"It looks like she was killed outside and thrown in."

"It's up to you to say that."

Reka spread his hands, "Viscount Borg didn't come home last night, and the people in the house don't dare to let a prostitute break in. ”

"You're right."

Oreo replied perfunctorily, he looked absent-minded.

Angelyl thought for a moment and said seriously.

"A lot of prostitutes went to Eighth Street last night, and I heard it was a warm-up for the celebration day, Lesha's words...... She must have been invited. ”

Hearing Angelil's hesitation, Reka asked.

"Do you mean she shouldn't have been invited?"

Angelyl nodded, not saying anything more.

Reka withdrew her gaze and wandered aimlessly around the house for a moment before looking at Lesha.

The sight in front of him almost made him jump, and he said in a low voice.

"Oreo, what are you doing!"

Oreo slowly put Lesha's skirt back in place, and then said as it should.

"I'm looking to see if there's any bruises on her thighs, which will definitely be left if someone moves her after she dies."

Reka's mouth opened wide.

"Did you find anything?"

Oreo shook his head.

"No, it should be fresh when you die."

“......”

Reka tried his best to accommodate Oreo's strange behavior, and he hammered the wall on one side to calm himself.

Squatting on the ground and looking at it for a while, Oreo stood up with his arms folded and said tremblingly.

"It's cold."

Although Oreo was so nervous most of the time, Angelyl was present, and Reka didn't have a good seizure, so he had to pretend to be concerned.

"Shall I get you a coat?"

"No, just drink a cup of hot water."

Oreo waved his hand and walked straight into the reception room in the atrium, then ordered the servant to pour a cup of tea.

If you don't know, you really think he's the master here.

Seeing Reka stunned on the side, Oreo beckoned him.

"Come in and sit together, it's warm inside."

Angelyl walked briskly inside, her riding boots clattering on the wooden floor, and she sat down beside Oreo.

Reka had no choice but to follow in, sitting across from Oreo with a black face.

Oreo gestured around.

"Don't you think this house is interesting?"

Reka didn't look up.

"Does this have anything to do with the case?"

"It doesn't matter," Oreo shook his head, "but the house is really interesting. ”

The maid happened to come over, and when she heard this, she whispered.

"The owner is an architect, and he designed the house himself."

"No wonder,"

Oreo nodded, holding his teacup in his hand in thought.

Reka took two sips of the teacup and waited for Oreo to have a flash of inspiration and directly point out the real culprit of the case.

- It has been like this for so many years.