"Smack."

Crisp, shriveled applause rang out from the kitchen, and as the door was pushed open, a man in a black trench coat stepped out. The medium-length hair on his head was obviously unkempt, like a chicken coop, but his eyes were piercing.

"You're the third Oreo Plavor I've ever met."

Seeing this man, Fontaine said as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Chief Reka."

"Chief Reka." Oreo narrowed his eyes slightly, "You've gone to such great lengths, but I'm testing me as a third-rate detective." ”

Reka and Cuarón looked at each other for a moment, then waved their hands, and their movements were crisp and neat, and it could be seen that this man had grown a lot in the past two months.

After receiving the order, Fontaine and the others quickly left, and the entire hotel suddenly became extremely silent.

"We're meeting again, you're dressed very well, much more tasteful than last time."

"You mean my face?"

Oreo tugged at his face, then sat down across from Reka. "I'm glad to tell you that I'm not undead in my current state, which means that's what I am."

As if afraid that Reka would not believe it, Oreo lifted the hem of his clothes, and the muscles in his abdomen bulged, although not to the level of a bodybuilding champion, but it could be called strong.

"So what the hell is going on with Director Reka?"

Without answering him, Reka said to herself.

"The Venadas got word yesterday that as long as the Okasim Empire hands over a dragon's eye, or hands over a man named Oreo Pravor, they will stop attacking the Empire."

"Looks like my uncle misses me a lot."

Oreo muttered, looking up and looking Reka in the eye. "So you want to make a decision for Artifa?"

Reka shook her head.

"No, I just wanted to ask you for a favor, and I'll tell Your Majesty you're in Turin when it's done."

"Atifa already knows."

"She doesn't know."

Reka shook his head, "Your birthday gift to Your Majesty should be a turtle egg, it just so happens that the Minister of the Interior is Your Majesty's suitor, he wrapped this turtle egg for you and handed it to Your Majesty, Your Majesty rejected him." ”

Oreo stood up from his chair, "It's Atifa's birthday, I'll give her the gift myself." ”

"You sit down first."

Reka said quietly, "It's time to finish the business, because Atifa's birthday is tomorrow." ”

“......”

Oreo was silent, "Isn't it today?" ”

Cuarón added.

"Young master, Miss's birthday is February 26th, and it is indeed tomorrow."

"I'll just say that I forgot one crucial thing, which is the price of the resurrection."

Oreo sat back down, and he looked around the hotel, "Director Reka, so you set up this bureau to test me?" ”

"There's a bit of a test component," Reka nodded, "but it's more about judging who is smarter, you or Your Majesty." ”

"Of course it's me."

Oreo dusted off the hem of his shirt, "Also, my time is precious, please say anything quickly." ”

......

Turin, Bozhdal Valley.

"A lot of people died that day, and those people are buried here."

Reka looked up at the mountain wall in front of him, the towering mountain range split in half as if it had been split in half, and the dim moonlight fell into the valley, but it was quickly swallowed up by the mist in the valley, and the road ahead of them was like a path to the underworld.

Oreo, of course, knew what "that day" and "those people" really meant, and he stared into the darkness ahead before stepping inside. It was only a few steps away, but the figure quickly disappeared.

Reka swallowed, if it weren't for Cuarón here, he wouldn't have come back to this horrible place.

Neither Oreo nor Cuarón belong to the category of living people, so naturally they are not afraid of the haunted land that Reka said.

Seeing that Reka was slow to move, Caron patted him on the shoulder.

"If it's just resentful spirits, the young master will be able to solve them soon"

Reka nodded nervously and followed Caron into the valley.

The mountain wind poured in from behind the two of them, speeding through the ravines of the mountain wall, bringing chills and screaming of unknown meaning.

This kind of ghost-related case will not be the case of Recca this time, but Turin Prison No. 4 is located in the valley, and since "those people" were buried here, the jailers of Prison No. 4 have often complained about the atmosphere in the valley.

As the head of the City Patrol Bureau, Reka laughed at these timid colleagues, but he immediately dismissed the idea when he personally escorted important prisoners here three days ago.

He remembered the smell of the valley, not of rotting corpses, but of the undead, exactly like that of Oreo Plavor, and now he was surrounded by the oozing smell.

The two of them walked through the weeds, one foot deep, one foot shallow, and this was the fastest way to the Fourth Prison. Reka had seen the lights at the entrance to the Fourth Prison, the withered yellow lights flickering behind the fog, like a writhing ghost.

A hand rested on Reka's shoulder at some point, and he immediately bounced off the ground, feeling his heart almost skip out.

"Don't be nervous."

Oreo whispered, holding a delicate black notebook in his hand. "The soul of the dead is the undead, and the undead have to go through harsh distortions before they can become resentful spirits, that is, the dead cannot directly become resentful spirits, unless they are intervened by humans."

Prison Fourth was getting closer, and Oreo and Cuarón escorted Reka, which gave him a little relief.

"Your Excellency Plavor, can you solve the problem here?"

"What an affectionate name you have."

Oreo glanced up at him, he stopped under the gas lamp, and quickly flipped through the black gospel in his hand.

As a notorious black magician, he certainly mastered the art of refining wraiths.

Judging from the situation in the valley, these Thunder Lion soldiers who died in the palace struggle have not rested, their souls are imprisoned in the valley, and they are slowly and inefficiently transforming into resentful spirits.

"Smack."

Closing the Black Gospel, Oreo turned his head.

"Take me in."

Following his gaze, Reka hesitated.

"To prison?"

"Of course."

Oreo walked briskly, his figure blurring again, and Reka hurriedly followed.

Seeing the figure of the intruder, the soldier at the door raised his rifle and pointed it at Oreo's head from a distance.

"Who?"

"It's me."

Reka said first.

The guard recognized the City Patrol's black trench coat and said in surprise.

"Director Reka, why are you here?"

Reka muttered.

"I'll go in and take a look, about what's going on."

The two guards sideways and looked at each other, fearful and uneasy in each other's pupils.

After the three of them entered, one of the soldiers rubbed goosebumps from his arm and whispered.

"This place is getting spooky and gloomy."

"It's not because of the resentful spirits, besides, you ordinary people can't see the resentful spirits, the abnormalities you perceive are because someone has stirred up the elemental turbulence, and the soul is messed up by this turbulence, and several broken souls gather together to become resentful spirits, which is quite an inefficient means."

Descending the spiral staircase in the prison, Oreo's voice echoed through the passage. Under the impact of the sound waves, a few plump droplets of water fell to the ground, making a cold splashing sound.

Oreo's fingers ran over the walls, the moss had dried up, and they stuck to his fingertips like flour, falling off in a pinch of them.

Extremely wet and extremely dry, the two elements compete for territory in this space, and it can be seen that this sorcerer who refines resentful spirits is quite powerful.

Clapping his hands, Oreo asked.

"Somebody's in there."

"It's all ruthless."

Reka took a breath, "Duke Velasquez, Duke Smijanich, Commander Graeme of the Thunder Lion Army, ......"

Bozhdal Prison, also known as Prison No. 4.

Ironically, in the West Sanalamite language, Bozhdar represents hope, and the prison named after Bozhdar is a prison from which there is no escape, the prison is divided into three floors, the first floor has sixteen rooms, the second floor has ten rooms, and the third floor has four rooms, all numbered at the door, and each room holds what Reka calls a "ruthless character".

Stopping in front of the door of the room numbered "XXVI", Oreo opened the small window on the door and looked through the frosted glass, where he could only see the living room, where the old man named Velazquez was dancing.

Oreo noticed the cashmere carpet that filled the room, the quaint bookshelves spreading across the wall across the couch with thread-bound painted books, and the bathroom in the corner of the living room with regular cobblestones in the doorway.

The room was decorated in the Duke's taste, and Lord Velázquez did not look like he was being judged by the law here, but more like he was in retirement.

"Someone has managed to be pardoned by His Majesty, so these guys have been writing to His Majesty lately."

Reka gestured to the table behind Velazquez, which was piled high with letters.

"Hmm."

Oreo withdrew his gaze and led Reka towards the third level, the center of the elemental turbulence. It seems that some people are not willing to do this and want to leave here by special means.

"This guy is asleep."

Reka leaned on the frosted glass and stared into the room, where the living room numbered "I" was empty.

However, this did not bother him, because there was also a frosted glass not far away, through which the bedroom could be observed, but because of respect for privacy, the jailers here rarely opened the cover in front of the glass.

It hadn't been opened in years, and the dust was pouring out from between the bricks, and Reka felt like she was going to suffocate.

"Ahem, ahem."

He pinched his nose as he wiped the dust off the glass, and the bedroom was still empty.

"Huh?"

Reka leaned over and pressed against the glass to look around. By design, the prisoners inside have nowhere to hide, so could it be that the people in this room are in the bathroom?

But he had just noticed that there was no light in the bathroom, and Reka felt faintly uneasy, and he hurriedly ran a few steps to the left.

There was also a window for surveillance in the bathroom, and it took a long time for Reka to find the little window in the wall, but this time he was clever enough to cover his mouth and nose with his coat before he lifted the cover, but it was still empty.

Reka muttered as she wiped the dust off the glass.

"Hell yes."

Wipe the glass clean thoroughly, Reka turned and ran, after all, this kind of big thing had to be reported as soon as possible, but he was stopped by Caron, who pointed at Oreo from afar.

Oreo was standing in front of the window facing the living room, his eyes converging on a point through the glass, and he didn't say a word.

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