It was afternoon when he woke up, and Rackmond didn't know how many years he hadn't worked so hard.

Rising from the couch, Rackmond shouted under his breath.

"Someone."

A police officer quickly walked in, handed a cup of tea as Rackmond had ordered, and then took the coat from the back of the chair.

"Let's go down."

Rackmond waved his hand and motioned for the officer to leave, while he himself got dressed and walked out of the office with hot tea.

The temperature outside the room suddenly dropped a few degrees, and Rackmond shrank back and walked downstairs.

It is true that there are police officers patrolling the corridor, but they still look deserted.

Pushing open the first interrogation room, Reka bounced out of his chair when he heard the door push, and across from him sat a man who appeared to be a wealthy businessman.

Reka said as she relinquished her seat to Rackmond.

"Commander-in-Chief, this is the man Oreo found, and I found a lot of things from his house."

Rackmond narrowed his eyes.

"What about the little girl?"

"Taken away by Oreo,"

Worried that Rackmond would blame him, Reka added, "This man is definitely connected to the Underground Emperor, and he has no low status in that organization. ”

"Oh?"

Rackmond came to his senses, "Can he find the underground emperor by him?" ”

Reka glanced back at the rich merchant, who opened his mouth just in time, and only a small piece of tongue remained in his mouth.

"His mouth is hard...... I'll figure it out. ”

Rackmond shook his head.

"It's hard to get out of his mouth, I want to see what you find, is it on the table."

Reka nodded quickly and spread out the boxes on the table.

"That's a record for brothels revenue, and that includes almost half of the brothels on Back 3rd Street; This is a record of the opium poppy trade, which replaces the location with a symbol, but on a certain day the number of opium poppy trades in the place of the orange symbol is so great that there are not many places where such a number of opium poppy transactions can be done in a single day......"

Rackmond was completely interested, and he said quickly.

"Very well, Sergeant Reka, you can find out these places for me, I think you can get another Cross of Valor.

And I can assure you that this medal was awarded by the Royals. ”

"Commander-in-Chief......

Reka hesitated and said, "Aren't we going to continue to track down that underground emperor?" ”

"No, no, no,"

Rackmond shook his head and said, "The prostitute and the poppy are the right-hand men of the underground emperor, we have cut off her left hand, and now only the right hand is missing." ”

Reka blinked and replied in a low voice.

"Yes, I'll send someone to do it, but what should this person do?"

Rackmond glanced at the rich merchant and said nonchalantly.

"If he's willing to reveal something more, we can spare his life."

Theoretically, the underground emperor would never appoint a deaf and dumb man.

Since he can't speak, he must be able to hear.

But he didn't say anything when he heard Rackmond's words, he was still the same as before, just staring straight at somewhere.

"Then I'll go."

Reka rubbed her eyes, said hello, and walked out of the interrogation room.

He quickly gathered a good number of people, and then took the lead into the conference room, and several sheriffs walked in one after another.

It is impossible for the people of the back third street not to know that the wealthy businessman has been arrested, which is not good news for tracking down the opium poppy trade.

However, now that the location is known, it is only a matter of time before the situation is investigated, and it seems that it will be another great achievement.

......

It rarely snows in Turin, but at dusk the snowflakes fall intermittently from the sky and by midnight they have turned into goose feather snow.

It's dark, so the snowflakes are dark.

Through the blinds, Oreo looked thoughtfully at the snowflakes.

Business in brothels is surprisingly good on snowy days, and customers choose to spend the night in brothels, which can be a lot of money.

"Young Master."

Caron pushed the door open, holding a fire bucket with the firewood crackling inside.

With the fire barrel, the leaky office was a lot warmer, and Oreo rubbed his hands together and instructed Caron to put the fire barrel on the side of his desk.

The snowflakes that fell into the house turned into snow in the firelight, and the scene was very strange.

Lying on the big chair, Oreo asked in a low voice.

"Are you still waiting outside the City Patrol Bureau?"

Caron nodded.

"It's all there, and the back three streets are almost empty."

Oreo sighed.

"Did anyone from the City Patrol Bureau say anything?"

Caron replied in a low voice.

"Not at the moment."

"Hoo ......"

Oreo let out a white breath as he looked up at the ceiling and said wistfully.

"It's such a cold day...... It's going to die. ”

Cuaron said with a blank face.

"If the prostitutes don't work, the bustards won't be able to pay the rent, and if they can't pay the rent, they'll be kicked out by the landlord, and eventually they'll die."

"Turin, Turin, Heaven and Hell."

Oreo closed his eyes, and he changed the subject.

"When did you say Russell would die......

The expressionless manservant raised his eyebrows slightly, he hesitated for a moment, and then said.

"Young Master, do you want to go and see him? He's your ...... after all."

As expected, Oreo didn't say anything.

Just when Cuarón thought he was asleep, he said suddenly.

"After the poison, Russell became a vegetative person, and the person who should say goodbye had already said goodbye at that time."

"That's right."

Cuarón nodded and quietly walked into the utility room.

The utility room was already facing the street, and there was no stove, and in that environment, it was a question of how a normal person would survive, but Caron soon fell asleep.