Verrocchio and Anno were sitting in the office, and it was already dark.
There was a pile of information in front of the two of them.
That was all the information they could find about the accuser, the freelance male model Suwalt.
In addition to the information on the surface as mentioned before, Annuo also lowered his profile and found some other information from several of his customers.
Anno pinched the bridge of his nose and Verrocchio hugged his chest.
"Someone wants Leonardo to die." Annuo said.
"Do you have any ideas?" Verrocchio said with tears in his eyes.
He is an emotional person and doesn't want to see anyone around him leave, especially if this person is obviously innocent.
Annuo lowered his head and thought about it. This matter was very complicated.
He took a piece of paper and pointed to a place name.
"Suwalt often goes here...I'll go investigate."
It was a tavern. Suatel was an alcoholic and often went to the tavern to drink.
"Also, teacher, after I investigate something, can you please invite Ludovic Bartley to come over? I have something to talk to him about."
Ludovic Bartelli was Verrocchio's personal lawyer.
"Tomorrow morning?"
"Can."
After Annuo finished speaking, he picked up his clothes hanging on the hanger, opened the door and left.
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South of Florence, a tavern.
The sky has completely darkened and most people have gone to sleep, but the carnival of the drunkards has just begun.
Annuo frowned and waved it in front of his nose, trying to dissipate some of the smell of drunkards' sweat.
He pushed open the door of the tavern, walked in, and looked at the chaos in front of him without any surprise.
Then he ignored them all and walked straight to the bar.
"Sir, what would you like to drink?" The bartender with a mustache came over and said flatteringly.
"Hey, let's have the most expensive drink. Seeing as business is so good today, I also like the excitement and can't help but join in." Annuo showed a completely different enthusiasm from his usual quietness and silence.
A hint of surprise flashed in the mustache bartender's eyes: "No problem, distinguished sir."
He leaned close to An Nuo's ear: "Chenghui, a gold Flora, sir."
Annuo took out a Flora from his pocket and pressed it on the bar: "Of course."
The bartender almost grabbed Flora and said excitedly, "Thank you for your business."
After saying that, he hurriedly went to get wine for Annuo.
After a while, the bartender brought a glass of wine. He put the wine in front of Annuo and said, "Sir, this is your first time here."
"Well, I heard that there is a famous person here who often comes here, so I wanted to come and pay my respects. Do you understand what I mean?" Annuo took out a Flora from his pocket again and rubbed it with his fingers.
When the bartender saw Flora, his eyes instantly turned red.
"Excuse me, which celebrity are you talking about? Our pub is very high-end. Many famous people have visited our pub~"
"It's because there are so many celebrities that I came back." An Nuo looked very happy, as if he had been caught up in the warm atmosphere in the pub.
He threw Flora and caught it again.
"I think, sir, you would really like to know something." The bartender understood Annuo's thoughts.
"Smart man." An Nuo's expression instantly returned to its original calmness, but unlike before, this time, it was also cold.