Madame Rowland was a well-known figure in Paris, and her salons brought together many of the world's most famous dramatists, novelists, painters, musicians, poets, philosophers, critics and politicians.

Here, celebrities and scholars are free to talk about any point of view. Whether it is professional academic issues, philosophical ideas, political opinions, or even some gossip and gossip scandals, they can communicate freely in the living room of this celebrity lady.

Bella prefers to hear anecdotes.

Anna, on the other hand, is more interested in the variety of cakes and refreshments each time.

And Elena loves to join in the fun, of course, she is very attentive to everything!

On this day, Mrs. Frida told a strange story that had recently happened to her.

"I've been unlucky lately!" Mrs. Frida complained.

"Did something happen?" Elena asked curiously.

"My husband is missing."

"Huh? Really, is it fake?" Elena looked surprised.

"Of course it's true, how can such a question be used as a joke?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Well, that's a long story." Mrs. Frida took a sip of black tea and began to speak, "I remember the last time I saw him, it should be ...... Forehead...... Let me think...... About two or three months ago."

"Huh? Has it been so long?" Elena was incredible.

"It seems like a long time since you've said that."

"Aren't you worried?"

"I'm a little worried right now. Something must have happened to him, right?"

"Isn't that right? But you're too late to worry about it, right?"

"Huh? Is there one?" Mrs. Frida looked at Elena with a very innocent look, which should not have been faked.

"Anyway, you haven't noticed anything unusual about your husband after being missing for so long?"

"It's a little bit."

"Just a little?"

"Because he often doesn't come home at night. Sometimes I haven't seen anyone for ten days and half a month, but I'm used to it." Mrs. Frida spoke calmly in a tone of course.

"Did he tell you where he was going before he left?" Elena asked.

"Forehead......" Lady Frida rubbed her head with her hands, trying to search for relevant memories from her little stored mind.

Elena frowned.

"I think so." It was a long time before Mrs. Frieda replied.

"What did you say?"

"He said he was going out for a while."

"Where?"

"I don't remember."

"Ugh."

"But it shouldn't matter!" Mrs. Frida squinted her eyes and said nonchalantly.

"But Mr. Frida is missing!" Elena's eyes widened.

"Yes." Mrs. Frida said indifferently, "I'm going to attend the Deros family banquet next month, and it will be a bit of a trouble if he is not there."

Do you think of him only when it comes to handy?

"Do you have any clues from the housekeeper?" Elena asked.

"Hmm...... I don't think I know, I've asked everything." Mrs. Frida replied.

"That's right......" Elena touched her chin thoughtfully, "and have you seen anything strange lately?"

"Uh...... Let me think...... Some time ago, it seems that there was a thief breaking into the house."

"Oh?"

"However, I don't seem to have lost anything valuable, so I don't care too much."

"Yes...... Elena nodded, then shook her head again, "That's what you should care about!"

What a serious matter!

"Ah, that's a lot of trouble." Frida touched her forehead, "What about next month's banquet?"

You're worried about your husband!

Elena felt a little crying and laughing.

"Now, I said, Bella, what do you think?" Elena poked Bella, who was reading a book next to her.

"What? See what?" Bella said, "I'm reading."

"No," said Elena, "it's Lady Frida's business."

"Oh." Bella heard their conversation, "It's missing."

The response was so cold!

"Now, aren't you curious?" Elena poked Bella again.

「……」

"Now, shall we go and have a look?" Poke again.

「……」

"Idle is idle anyway." Keep poking.

"We're not detectives." Bella replied indifferently, "This kind of thing should be left to the police, right?"

"That's boring!" Elena was really full of energy, "Let's go, let's go."

"Ugh." Bella sighed, "I can't help you."

"Will you help me?" Mrs. Frida said.

"Do your best." Bella replied.

"That's great!" Lady Frida's eyes gleamed with gratitude, "If I can get him back soon, I can attend the banquet at the Deross family!"

Poor Mr. Frida is still being used as a tool.

"Alright, let's go!" Elena stood up, "Let's go to your house first."

Mr. and Mrs. Frida's home is a villa in Xicheng District, not very far from Mrs. Roland, about ten minutes away by horse-drawn carriage.

Anna wanted to stay in the salon and continue to enjoy the refreshment, so she didn't come out with them.

Mrs. Frida gave Bella and Elena a very warm reception.

"How? This is the black tea I've treasured for years!" Mrs. Frida said proudly.

"Well, it's unusual." Elena tasted it carefully, and it was indeed a unique taste.

Not only mellow and delicious, but also rich and deep.

Even if the Palace of Versailles is at the level of the royal family, I am afraid that it is no more than that.

"If you like it, you can bring some back later." Mrs. Frida said generously.

"What's so embarrassing about that?" Elena said.

"You're welcome, I've got a lot of them anyway." Mrs. Frida didn't seem to care.

"I said, what are we here for?" Bella asked suddenly, putting down the cup in her hand.

"Huh? yes, yes!" Elena reacted suddenly, "We're here to investigate your husband's disappearance!"

How do you enjoy tea here?

"Huh? Oh, I forgot." Mrs. Frida said embarrassedly.

It's also too careless.

"Uh-huh!" Elena cleared her throat, "Anyway, can you take us to your husband's room first?"

"No problem." Mrs. Frida said, getting up to lead the way.

Go up the wooden stairs and turn right to the first room to see Mr. Frida's room.

It's a modest bedroom, without much extravagance, but it looks neat and serious.

"Have you cleaned it lately?" Elena asked.

Looking at this situation, it doesn't look like it has been idle for a long time.

"The maid will tidy it up regularly." Mrs. Frida replied.

"Is it frequent?"

"Hmm...... In the past, I would have cleaned it every day." Mrs. Frida said, "But there's no one living in it lately, so I'll sort it out once or twice a week."

Elena frowned.

In that case, it's hard to find any clues.