Lyle cleaned up the basement debris a little and returned to the office area.

Mr. Garrett sat on his desk as usual, but he was very inefficient and more like he was diverting his attention.

The nun named Karen was standing beside him, looking into the distance without looking sideways, like a patrolling general.

Monk Surrey had left, and Karen, dressed in nun's suit, stayed in the office, as conspicuous as a firefly.

Noting Lyle's arrival, Garrett put the documents in his hand aside, he reached out to touch his forehead and felt sweaty, the curly wig on his right was shaking slightly.

"You're here just in time, Lyle, come to meet our newcomer, Ms. Carlene Penbai, who will go to work tomorrow and join Relf's criminal investigation team as your future partner."

"Say hello, sirs and ladies."

"This is my honor, Lord Lyle." Karen clenched his fist in his right hand and saluted like a soldier. Fortunately, he was still a little girl, and nothing was wrong.

"It is really a blessing from the Holy Light to be able to obtain the power of Ms. Karen!" Lyle lightly complimented.

"The Holy Light protects you, sir." Karen could be seen laughing clearly, then suddenly posed for a serious gesture.

A girl who can see through it easily.

"His Excellency Lair, please forgive me for taking a leave. The daily mass is about to begin. Tomorrow begins. Please allow me to experience the holy light by your side." After another fist clenching ceremony, Ka Lian left in a blink of an eye.

"Mr. Garrett, what happened?" Suddenly the nun became my colleague.

"A church attempt to play against us, fortunately your handling is timely, otherwise we will be much more difficult now."

"But I don't think we've earned much, and we've had a little tail in vain."

"This little tail is thicker than your bastard uncle's thigh. This little girl, who is less than 1.7 meters tall, easily knocked away the door more than two meters. I guess she can withstand the force of five adult men."

"But Karen is also a surveillance, right? If I follow me, my work will be disturbed."

“Surveillance in the open is much safer than disturbance in the dark, and the church expresses their attitude.”

"What?"

"Just surveillance, not management." Garrett narrowed his eyes and raised his lips, like a shark smelling blood.

"The Public Security Department also needs to change its blood and drive out the garbage that is ripped out."

"Mr. Wilt?"

"Otherwise? Who else would you think will know what you are working today."

"When it comes to work, sir, my job is done." Lyle took out the prepared report, and there was a small bag of white crystals. "The cause of death was caused by suffocation caused by food blocking the trachea, but the food in the stomach bag contains lethal poison, judged

The suspect had malicious acts of poisoning.”

Garrett took the report and looked carefully. He turned his head to Lyle. The pupils behind the monocle were particularly large. Lyle saw his reflection.

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"I understand, sir, I'm just a forensic doctor, not a judge." Lyle smiled and spread his hands generously.

"I will put Relf in charge of the follow-up to this matter. He will [handle] well. He is very talented in this regard."

“…”

"Thank you for your hard work, Little Buller, your work is excellent. You can get off work and go back and rest."

"Goodbye, sir." Lyle took off his hat and left with a smile.

Garrett sat in his seat, threw the report in his hand into the ashes of the fireplace, watching it ignited.

He murmured, "Are you worthy of being an uncle and nephew? He smiles like the [Public Wolf]."

...

Bran Relic irritatedly cutting the steak from the plate. The rumors that he killed the beggar are spreading wildly by Cassandale. Those damn rats will become a laughing stock at tomorrow's party. What will those people say to me? The exaggeration is revealed.

Bran.

I hope that the people from the Public Security Department can do their best if they get the money. Bran walked towards the windowsill with a glass of wine. Beautiful night was outside the curtains. Baron Boray's manor was located under the white crescent moon.

Entering that place by reputation and money, I heard that the old baron's eldest son was still a quirky little devil. Humph, the noble bloodline, just a little arrangement, it was not difficult to marry a noble lady. Bran put the wine glass in front of him.

, looking at the manor with bright red wine, shaking his wine glass slightly, as if Borui Manor was also swaying with his hands.

interesting.

The tuk-kong sound outside the door dispelled my interest.

"That group of waste, don't remember the rules that I was not allowed to disturb when I was eating? It is necessary to rectify the rules of the Sheli family."

Bran put the wine glass on the table and walked towards the door.

The knock on the door never stopped.

Brand opened the door, "Whether you are a servant or a housekeeper, your hiring period is over."

Bran did not see the terrified expression of the visitor.

Because it was a festering face, the chin drooped like a pendant, causing the mouth to be wide open and it would swallow life.

The dead-wood-like fingers pressed on Bran's sandalwood door, and black mucus flowed out from the tips of his fingertips, like melted oil, and a foul smell came to his nose.

Bran covered his mouth, but eventually vomited.

Because his eyes drifted below the visitor.

Empty.

The black and purple flesh carries ribs, the abdomen is like an open door, the intestines are randomly deposited at the bottom, and the stomach is like a poured water bottle.

The dark brown liquid flowed all the way, soaking the precious carpet.

Bran fell to the ground.

I watched the body walk into my own restaurant and even closed the door.

His dislocated mouth was muttering something, blurring, and he couldn't hear it clearly until the final roar.

"Murderer! Murderer! Murderer!"

………

The middle of the night at Sheli's house was as lively as a carnival, and the servants were running, and the foaming and unconscious Bran Sheli was sent to the church overnight.

The figure crawled in the steep attic of the Sheli House.

He looked at the torches and oil lamps in the hands of the pedestrians, as if his eyes were shining.

A water spirit's tentacle reached in front of him, and there was a night eggplant of Death.

The old beggar refused.

"Leave some for Mr. Lyle, this is the fourth one."

"I will stop if I don't use it, so stop, it's over."

"Go to visit friends? There is no need, nothing good to look at."

"Burning? Haha, there is a saying that beggars are buried. They are born as home for the world, and after death, heaven and earth are used as graves."

"This is enough, this is enough..." His eyes began to darken, and his knuckles fell to the ground and were disobedient. "After I die, it is much more exciting than if I were alive. Who would have thought that I would still scare you.

Those noble masters, hahaha.”

"Thank you, and Mr. Lyle, I'll do me a favor at the end."

"Gurl?"

"Eat me."

“…”

"I can feel that as I move for a longer time, the more I can feel it. As a monster, and the growing appetite in my heart, we are the same. I guess you have been enduring hunger. When I was alive, you are the same.

, Just like a wild dog is digging for food, who knew that after I died, I actually lived like a person, hahahahahahaha, let me use it too, if my rotten wood can also bring you some comfort

If so, please, eat me.”

His body slowly stiffened, and his skull pressed on the ground. His eyes that had lost their focal length were directly looking at the blue ball.

"Guru..."

A translucent curtain with stars covered the old beggar.
Chapter completed!