I don't know how many years 4th Street hasn't been so lively.

The streets are full of people, the doors of every house are open, and the figures in front of the doors are lingering, and this lively scene is like a grand festival.

Caught in the midst of hundreds of detectives, Oreo said in surprise.

"Rackmond?"

Tamia nodded, her expression serious.

"Yes, this case is supervised by the Prime Minister himself......"

"Huh."

Oreo scoffed for a moment, then said, "I want to go to the scene of the crime." ”

Tamia nodded, and the two of them walked down the road towards the Vanti Palace.

From time to time, you can see someone being scolded by the police detective to walk out of a certain house, and I don't know if it is a homeless pauper, or a remnant of the aristocracy who dares to disobey the emperor's dictation.

Tamia looked at this scene in amazement, she didn't expect that this dilapidated and deserted place was still inhabited, she muttered.

"Is this Fourth Street?"

Oreo was staring at all of this, wondering what the City Patrol would do with the paupers.

If he had been replaced, he would have interrogated these poor people first, after all, they were residents of the neighborhood and had a good chance of witnessing the real murderers.

However, based on Caron's strange behavior, it is speculated that the murderer is likely to be that person.

If it was him, then he would certainly not leave anything behind.

Soon, the two of them saw the blue-roofed building, and from the foot of the building came a lively commotion.

Reka was leaning against the gate and smoking, and when he saw the two of them, he quickly snuffed off the cigar and came over politely.

"Tamia, why are you here?"

Tamia frowned as she fanned her nose.

"What's going on inside?"

Reka glanced at the courtyard.

"Tutan is on top, you don't know how many corpses are in that hole, our detectives are tired and lying down several times."

Tamia looked intently and saw a number of agents gathered around the pit, and from time to time something was picked up from it, presumably a corpse.

She was a little farther away from Reka.

"Is that Eden's body?"

Reka said with a wry smile.

"Director Eden's body is relatively fresh, so I found it a long time ago, but the commander-in-chief said it would be better to clean up the hellish place, so we've been busy."

Oreo interjected.

"So the site has been destroyed, right?"

Reka gave a knowing look in her eyes, and then said as if she were taking credit.

"Of course!"

“......”

Oreo wanted to slap him to death, but he held back.

He pondered for a moment, then took a glass jar out of his pocket, which Reka recognized as the Elkasu Elf.

Oreo said in a low voice.

"The murderer is not me, and in order to prove it, I will find out the murderer. So what did you find at the scene? ”

Seeing Oreo's serious face, Reka hesitated.

"You really didn't do it?"

Oreo shook his head.

"Eden and I have no grievances."

"But..."

Reika paused, "But the commander said that Eden's death was related to the prostitute, and he planned to send someone to the back third street to talk to the prostitute, so I asked Tamya to call you over to avoid the limelight......"

It's too clear what kind of Oreo the Birdman is about Rackmond, his purpose is not as simple as asking a prostitute, he wants to take back his things!

Emma should be able to top it for a while, though.

Thinking of this, Oreo quickened his speech.

"When did they go?"

Reka said with a bitter face.

"I'm only in charge of this side, I don't know exactly when I will leave, but it's probably in the afternoon."

"Afternoon."

Oreo waved his hand and strode towards the door. "Hurry up, let's hurry up and find the real culprit."

Tamia and Reka glanced at each other, and although they were puzzled, they quickly followed.

Approaching the Eye of Turin, the trio saw corpses being sorted into carriages.

Although it was winter, the bottom of the pit must be very warm, so many corpses were wrapped in maggots, and a foul smell wafted from the carriages.

Seeing that Tamia retched, Oreo turned his head and asked.

"Reka, it's not easy to clean."

Reka pointed to her ass, which was wet in a large chunk.

"It doesn't smell that bad, just get used to it a little bit."

“......”

Oreo walked a little farther away, "So what's that thing on your ass." ”

Reka wiped her ass in an embarrassed manner.

"Uh...... A liquid. ”

Hearing this, Tamia couldn't hold it anymore, she threw herself into the weeds, and threw up with a wow.

Oreo took the kettle out of his backpack, which he had bought for Angelyl, and happened to take it with him when he went out.

Looking at the cuteness of the kettle, Reka remembered something, and he slapped his head.

"By the way, today is Angelill's third round of competition, and you don't even go to see it?"

"Nothing to see,"

Leaving the kettle at Tamia's feet, Oreo walked towards the blue-roofed building. "Let's go, let Tamia rest here for a while."

Following his pace, Reka said quickly.

"This house is very big, you don't want to look for clues in it, do you?"

"The clues outside have been cleaned up by you, I can't only go there to take a look, I hope there will be a discovery."

Oreo shook his head and raised his leg over the threshold.

A grand staircase that cannot be described in words stands in the middle of the hall, growing upwards as if it were alive, and it connects the floors in a graceful arc, making it a work of art even if only the remnant wall remains.

Walking up the stairs, Oreo casually looked around.

No wonder Reka said that the building was huge, and there was a staircase like this at the end of the corridor, so you can imagine the size of the building.

In terms of specifications, such a building would not even be built by the royal family.

No wonder Duke Vanti would be killed.

Oreo shook his head and led Reka all the way to the top floor, where in the middle of the blue glass ball was a large banquet hall, and like all the rooms in the building, it was empty, and it was unknown if it had been raided or emptied by scavengers.

Oreo stared straight at the glass curtain wall, then walked briskly over.

There are several buckles on the glass curtain wall, and those clips are now locked.

Reka leaned closer, his face full of confusion.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't move."

Oreo pushed him away, then leaned over the buckle and looked at it carefully.

"You're..."

Reka hesitated and said, "You're looking at fingerprints?" ”

"Yes."

"Why do you think a murderer would touch this thing?"

Oreo blocked the sunlight with his hands, then took a closer look at the clips from the side.

"Because I have a friend who likes to climb high and look far."