The quarrel was made by two young men, and the key point of the quarrel was, of course, the lady.

The voice of one of them was familiar to Arthur.

It was the young man who had asked for his autograph, Will. Nexus, too, was deceived and blackmailed by the gang members of Rat Street because of this incident.

The other person is most likely Chermi in the other party's mouth.

The quarrel between the two young men was fierce and loud -

"Linda is mine!"

"Linda will always be mine!"

Butler Orr also heard such an angry roar.

The old butler sighed helplessly.

"Will. Mr. Kos and Mr. Cermy are both excellent children, but neither is calm enough when it comes to Miss Linda.

Mr. Coss's father was one of the Camille's shareholders in the Inner Bay, and although he is long gone, Mr. Coase still enjoys the Camille's family's dividends in the Inner Bay.

And Mr. Chermi ...... This gentleman had done something very irrational before, and his father, Dr. Chermi, had resigned from me in shame. ”

The old butler said, shaking his head.

'Terrible love! ’

Arthur commented in his heart, and he was not ready to pay attention to this kind of jealousy, but at this time, the voice that roared before sounded again-

"Come on! You have the ability to kill me! ”

"Kos, don't let me underestimate you!"

"If you have the ability, kill me!"

Maltz could not ignore such words.

The sheriff looked at Arthur, and after Arthur nodded slightly, the sheriff walked up.

After about a dozen seconds, the argument ended with a shout from the sheriff.

Two minutes later, the sheriff walked back.

"They were very persistent at first."

"But after I drew my sword, they were willing to listen."

Maltz told it briefly.

Arthur smiled and gave a thumbs up.

Sometimes, physics works better than reason.

"I hope they can be quiet for a while more - Miss Linda has no master's decision, and the hesitation of the two young people makes them more and more intense, but from the bottom of her heart, Miss Linda has never regarded the two as lovers, but as friends who have grown up and played together."

The old butler was quite talkative, and said as he lit the oil lamp in the cellar.

The faint light illuminated only a corner of the cellar.

"The young lady and the host love cold drinks, which is why there is such a big ice cellar - in the summer, a glass of chilled watermelon juice, pineapple juice or mango juice is always unforgettable."

The old butler held the candlestick and walked to the other side of the ice cellar, and after lighting the candles there, the ice cellar was still not bright enough.

However, it was enough for Arthur and Maltz who were searching.

The aisle of the ice cellar is used as the boundary, and one person begins to inspect it.

The entire ice cellar was covered with quilts and stacked neatly, but the second half of Arthur's side should have been used, and a large piece was vacant.

Arthur snorted.

There was no smell of blood, and there were no more marks on the ground.

Again, Maltz didn't find it.

All the ice cubes are neatly packed.

All the quilts are also neatly dressed.

There is no smell of blood.

There were no corpses.

There aren't any tools worth caring about.

This is neither a place to preserve the corpses, nor a place to transform them.

"How is that possible?!"

Maltz frowned.

In the sheriff's opinion, according to the previous clues, there must be clues in No. 22 Shiratori Street - as long as people pass, there must be traces.

Then not here, it must be somewhere else at 22 Shiratori Street.

"Steward Orr, could you please take us to visit the villa."

Maltz graciously replaced the word search.

"I need to inform my master!"

"But what's going on?"

The old butler stood aside with a candlestick, fulfilling his duty.

And more inquiries are also one of the responsibilities of the housekeeper.

As a veteran of the Seven Years' War, the old butler was not a man who had never seen the world, and he had guessed something when Arthur and Maltz came.

However, it was only at this moment that the old butler realized that he seemed to have underestimated the extent of the trouble.

"I'll let you know when I'm done."

Maltz made a promise.

The old butler nodded, and walked towards the ground.

Arthur and Maltz walked upwards.

Maltz quickened his pace, apparently eager to see the other rooms at 22 White Bird Street in order to find important clues faster.

Arthur, who was walking slowly, frowned slightly.

He felt that something was wrong.

The most immediate feeling is from Camille's house!

Arthur believed the words of the old butler just now, and the servants at 22 White Bird Street were all tried and tested old men.

However, what he believed most was the ability that Camille should have.

22 White Bird Street should have been in the hands of this lady from beginning to end.

Could that terrible thing happen under this lady's control?

The answer is yes.

No!

And with this answer as an extension, another idea popped up in Arthur's mind - someone who could come up with the idea of paving the way with ice in this era, and who could so coincidentally and accurately grasp the timing, would so easily 'leak his whereabouts' and be 'touched by someone'?

No, it won't!

The other party will not be so careless!

The other party will definitely use a more ingenious way to get themselves out!

For example: smoke grenades!

Camille's house is this smoke bomb!

The other party threw this smoke bomb in order to gain enough buffer time when the body was 'accidentally' found - to let everyone's eyes shift to Camille's house.

So as to give the corpse a safe delay!

No!

To be precise, to delay the contents of the corpse!

The other party's purpose has always been to send the body to the police station!

As for who the murderer is?

It's obvious!

From this morning onwards, it will be each other's 'one-man show'!

For the sake of ......

Revenge!

Revenge on him, on Maltz!

That corpse is the best tool!

As for what was hidden in the corpse?

There was no definite answer, but Arthur knew that he had to speed up - with his knowledge of the mysteries, anything tied to a corpse was quite dangerous.

It can even destroy a city!

The next moment, the young 'medium' walked out quickly.

……

Simon's belt snapped.

Truda was beaten to death, and the driver had just confessed that he had taken a bottle of wine at No. 22 White Bird Street, and ended up getting drunk and delaying the delivery, but he didn't know who had moved the goods to his car.

"Wait for jail!"

Simon said, walking out of the interrogation room.

Immediately, Truda was the only one left in the interrogation room.

The coachman's eyelids twitched slightly, but he still squinted, and his body didn't move.

He was waiting.

Soon!

Soon!

A bunch of disobedience!

Disobedience to His Highness!

I'm going to make your corpses all over the field!

A happy and cruel smile unconsciously appeared on Truda's face, but at this moment, a faint voice suddenly sounded in the shadows behind him-

"You're smiling so ugly!"

(End of chapter)