They all call me master

The quarrel was caused by two young men, and the key point in the quarrel was naturally the woman.

The voice of one of them was still familiar to Arthur.

It was the young man Will Kess who once wanted his autograph. Because of this, he was deceived and blackmailed by gang members in Mouse Street.

The other person is most likely the Chelmi the other party talks about.

The two young men were arguing fiercely and loudly——

"Linda is mine!"

"Linda will always be mine!"

Butler Er also heard roars like this.

The old housekeeper sighed helplessly.

"Mr. Will Cos and Mr. Chermi are both very good children, but they were not calm enough when facing Miss Linda.

Mr. Cos's father was one of the shareholders of Camille's family in Neiwan. Although he has passed away long ago, Mr. Cos still enjoys the dividends from Camille's family in Neiwan.

And Mr. Cermi... This gentleman did something very irrational before, which made his father, Dr. Cermi, resign from me in shame. "

The old housekeeper said, shaking his head.

'Terrible love! ’

Arthur commented in his heart and was not prepared to pay attention to this kind of jealousy anymore, but at this moment, the roaring voice sounded again——

"Come on! Kill me if you can!"

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

"Kill me if you can!"

Such words made Maltz unable to turn a blind eye.

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

After about ten seconds, the quarrel ended with a scolding from the police chief.

Two minutes later, the sergeant came back.

"They were very persistent at first."

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

Maltz told it briefly.

Arthur smiled and gave a thumbs up gesture.

Sometimes, physics is more useful than theory.

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

The old housekeeper was quite talkative, and he was talking while lighting the oil lamp in the cellar.

The faint light only illuminated a corner of the cellar.

"The lady and the owner love cold drinks, so they have such a big ice cellar - in summer, a glass of iced watermelon juice, pineapple juice or mango juice always makes people have endless aftertaste."

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

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

Using the aisle of the ice cellar as a boundary, one person began to inspect each other.

The ice cubes in the entire ice cellar were covered with quilts and piled neatly. However, the second half of the ice cellar that Arthur was responsible for must have been used, leaving a large area vacant.

Arthur wrinkled his nose.

There was no smell of blood and no more traces on the ground.

Similarly, Maltz didn't find anything.

All the ice cubes are neat and tidy.

All the quilts are neat and tidy.

No smell of blood.

There are no bodies.

There are no tools worth caring about.

This is neither a place to preserve corpses nor a place to transform corpses.

"How can it be?!"

Maltz frowned.

In the view of the police chief, based on previous clues, there must be clues inside No. 22 White Bird Street - as long as people pass by, they will definitely leave traces.

So if it's not here, it must be somewhere else at No. 22, White Bird Street.

"Butler Er, could you please show us around the villa?"

Maltz graciously replaced the word search.

"I need to inform my master!"

"But what happened?"

The old housekeeper Er stood aside holding a candlestick, performing his duties.

And more inquiries are also one of the steward's responsibilities.

As a veteran of the Seven Years' War, this old butler was someone who had seen the world. He had already guessed something when Arthur and Maltz arrived.

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

"I will let you know after the visit."

Maltz promised.

The old housekeeper nodded and walked towards the ground.

Arthur and Maltz walked up.

Maltz's pace quickened. Obviously in order to find important clues faster, the police chief couldn't wait to see the other rooms at No. 22 White Bird Street.

But Arthur, who was walking forward slowly, frowned slightly.

He felt something was wrong.

The most direct feeling is that it comes from Camille’s house!

Arthur believed what the old butler said just now. The servants at No. 22 White Bird Street were all experienced old people.

However, what he believed in most was Camille's abilities.

No. 22 White Bird Street should be in the hands of this lady from beginning to end.

Would something terrible like that happen under the control of this lady?

The answer is yes.

Won't!

Taking this answer as an extension, another thought popped up in Arthur's mind - someone who could figure out how to pave the road with ice in this era, and who could seize the opportunity so coincidentally and accurately, could 'leave his whereabouts' so easily , being 'followed by others'?

Will not!

The other party won't be so careless!

The other party will definitely use more clever methods to remove himself!

For example: smoke bomb!

Camille’s house is this smoke bomb!

The other party threw this smoke bomb in order to gain enough buffer time after the body was "accidentally" discovered - to divert everyone's attention to Camille's home.

This will delay the safety of the corpse!

No!

To be precise, it is to delay the things inside the corpse!

The other party's purpose from beginning to end was to send the body to the police station!

As for who the murderer is?

It’s obvious!

From this morning on, it’s been the other side’s ‘one-man show’!

The reason is...

revenge!

Revenge against him, Maltz!

That corpse is the best tool!

As for what was hidden in the body?

There is no definite answer, but Arthur knows that he has to speed up - based on the mysterious knowledge he knows, anything linked to a corpse is quite dangerous.

It can even destroy a city!

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

…

Simon's belt snapped.

Truda was beaten to the point of dying. The coachman had just confessed that he had taken a bottle of wine from No. 22 White Bird Street. As a result, he was drunk and delayed the delivery time. However, he did not know who delivered the goods. The fact that it was moved to his car.

"Wait to go to jail!"

Simon said and walked out of the interrogation room.

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

The eyelids of the driver who was hanging there twitched slightly, but he still kept his eyes squinted, and his body didn't move at all.

He is waiting.

Soon!

Soon!

A bunch of disobedient people!

Disobedience to His Highness!

I will make your corpses litter the land!

A cheerful and cruel smile appeared on Truda's face unconsciously, but at this moment, a faint voice suddenly sounded from the shadow behind her——

"You smile so ugly!"