Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

The sheriff rebuked her in a rather bad tone, but she still put away her revolver and took out a notebook and pen from her pocket. She planned to conduct a simple interrogation before other sheriffs arrived.

"name."

"Feng Qingyu."

"Profession."

"Teacher of practical courses at the Department of Mechanical Engineering, University of Londinium."

"age."

"24 is old."

Although he wanted to say "24 years old, a college student", Feng Qingyu was worried that he would be arrested by the sheriff for obstructing the investigation and severely interrogated. The prisoners in this world would be severely tortured, and his weak body might not be able to withstand it.

"Why are you next to the body? Why are you holding a weapon? What is your relationship with the deceased?"

The sheriff took a breath, and Feng Qingyu could smell the pungent scent of cigarettes and alcohol on her.

Could this guy have just come out of a bar?

Feng Qingyu suppressed the urge to complain and took a step back.

"First of all, I just happened to pass by and heard someone begging for mercy in the alley. I was worried about what might happen so I rushed in. I happened to see a thin man running away. I was about to chase him, but I tripped over the body on the ground."

She raised her right leg. There was a little dust on the knee of her jeans and on the palm of her hand. The sleeve of her shirt was torn at the elbow and there were abrasions on the skin underneath.

"I'm worried about running into criminals. It's normal to have a weapon in hand, right? Can't a girl bring something to protect herself when she goes out alone at night?"

"Next question."

"I don't know the deceased, and there is no grudge or murder between us. Please understand."

"understood."

The sheriff quickly made a note in the manual, and Feng Qingyu took the opportunity to look at the other person's face.

Pale, haggard, and lack of enthusiasm for life... these elements can be found on the face of the sheriff. She looks like a social animal living in a big city, struggling to make ends meet.

Most office workers have such tired and exhausted expressions on their faces. If they could earn more money, work less, and take advantage of all the national holidays, their mental state would definitely be healthier.

This is why her father wrote to her in his diary, specifically mentioning that he would rather she set up a stall on the street than be the sheriff of Rhode Island. Not only is the salary low, but she also has to work overtime unconditionally and is more likely to encounter danger. There is not much overtime pay for overtime, and the work is thankless. People sometimes don't appreciate it, and it is not uncommon for them to blame others.

Teammates are often full of suspicion towards each other. When they encounter danger, they not only do not help but also turn their guns against others.

There are also many things that make Feng Qingyu have no desire to choose this profession.

Extra 13

In less than ten minutes, a group of sheriffs wearing black uniforms and matching bowler hats swarmed into the alley and set up yellow and black cordon nearby.

Feng Qingyu was taken back to the nearby Rhode Island branch as the primary suspect. The branch was similar to a police station, with a name and exclusive emblem at the door - a golden griffin with its wings spread.

The last time she came was the same as the time before, but she was the victim. An excited customer stabbed her arm with a knife on the street. There happened to be a Rhode Island patrol post nearby, so she was quick-witted and went directly to the sheriff for help to escape danger.

"I didn't expect to be treated as a suspect this time..."

What follows may be endless questioning and recording, and in serious cases, detention until the murderer is found. At this time, the most important thing to do is to find a way to avoid suffering, rather than willingly accepting the fate.

While the sheriffs were investigating the body on the ground, she quietly used communication magic to send a message to the owner of the wine cellar club.

——I have been detained as a suspect by Rhodes Island. Come and rescue me as soon as possible. The location is near Harrods.

A money-hungry person like the boss, who is not interested in anything else in his life except money, would definitely not be able to tolerate that one of the top three earning female public relations officers in his store was detained in a dark and damp cell.

Every minute Feng Qingyu breathes in the club is making money for her. Breathing somewhere else during working hours is a waste of money, which is equivalent to murder if rounded off.

Next, she only needed to wait quietly in the interrogation room of Rhode Island, and maybe she could even trick her boss into treating her to a midnight snack. The boss was willing to spend a lot of money to package his female public relations, and if the female public relations got out of shape due to hunger, she would definitely be very troubled.

I don’t know why, but it feels good to spend the boss’s money.

Feng Qingyu was taken to the interrogation room without delay.

The interrogation room is divided into two areas, one is the conversation area, and the other is the torture area with torture tools. If the interrogation does not get what they want, the sheriffs will move to the torture area, and it is common to force confessions by beating people into confessions.

A prostitute from the brothel opposite the wine cellar club was taken away for questioning. When she came back, she had bruises all over her body and a broken arm. She rested for a long time before she recovered.

The prostitute did not commit any crime, but was falsely accused of theft by a slightly powerful customer and was handed over to the sheriff of Florin for "interrogation". The prostitute had no choice but to use all her possessions to bribe the sheriff who was interrogating her, so that she was not beaten too badly. However, she also suffered a lot. She could not serve customers for a whole month, and she barely survived that difficult time by relying on the help of other prostitutes.

Feng Qingyu also lent her some money, and the other party paid it back immediately after making money, without denying it or running away with the money.

Therefore, her impression of the Rhodes Island organization became worse. On the contrary, the police department and the Mechanical Knights were more formal, and she had not heard too much negative news.

The person in charge of interrogating her was the sheriff who had just held the revolver. The smell of alcohol had not yet dissipated from his body, and one of his subordinates brought her a cup of black tea to sober her up.

This is very cheap black tea in a plastic bottle. Feng Qingyu often buys it to drink. It tastes good and is very suitable for people with average income. The taste is similar to iced black tea, but not as sweet as iced black tea.

The sheriff had a name tag on his chest, and the name on it was [Gokawa Trishi]. It was actually a product of the combination of East and West, probably a hybrid of the Victoria Empire and the castle tower of an island country in the East.

Her appearance also has the characteristics of people from both countries. Her facial features are both soft and three-dimensional. Unfortunately, her unkempt image reduces some points of her overall appearance.

There was no makeup, no lipstick or lip gloss, her long brown hair was not combed or maintained, there were black stains on the cuffs of her uniform shirt, and the buttons on her collar were almost falling off.

Such people are not like women at all, and live a rough and dirty life.

Perhaps it was her difficult life that made her unable to think about how to be refined. Someone who didn't even know what to eat for her next meal definitely had no time to think about what clothes to wear or what cosmetics to buy.

It seemed that what my father said was true, all sheriffs serving in Rhode Island were poor.

Sheriff Wuhe drank half a bottle of black tea and burped. There was still some drunkenness on her face, and her rosy cheeks made her look more feminine and gentle.

"Ms. Feng Qingyu, we found this in your bag. May I ask why you bought a ticket to leave Londinium tomorrow?"

The blue eyes were still sharp. His slender fingers were pressing on a train ticket that had not yet been torn off the duplicate ticket. That ticket was purchased by Feng Qingyu for a short trip and was placed in his wallet along with other documents.

Being detained by the sheriff resulted in all her personal belongings being confiscated, and Feng Qingyu did not intend to use them to "honor" the sheriff. As long as the boss came, tonight's affairs would be over.

She was looking forward to the arrival of the calm and unperturbed woman to sort out all the messes.

The aggressive sheriff stared at her, tapping the table with his fingertips, and the rhythm became more and more chaotic, just like her mood at the moment. Feng Qingyu suspected that she might have been dumped, and that she was having trouble in life or work, so she vented her negative emotions to herself through interrogation.

This sheriff is really lame.

Feng Qingyu laughed wildly in her heart, but appeared absent-minded, which made Sheriff Wuhe even more annoyed. She suddenly slammed the table hard, making a loud noise.

"Ms. Feng Qingyu, I am asking you a question. Please answer my question immediately and don't make me ask it a second time."

"Ah... about that train ticket. I'm planning to travel to Toronto County tomorrow for a week. Is there any problem? If you don't believe me, you can ask the school where I work. I do have plans to travel in the near future. If you think I committed murder and want to escape from the capital, you are wrong."

She met the sheriff's eyes, neither servile nor overbearing.

"Because—I have not done anything that violates the laws of the Victorian Empire."

Just as he finished speaking, familiar footsteps were heard outside the interrogation room door.

The soles of his boots tapped the ground lightly, the rhythm was unhurried, and it seemed that nothing could affect that person's mood and will.

This kind of rock-solid aura definitely belongs to that woman. If anything happens that can affect her business, she will definitely rush over at the first opportunity.

In the past week, Feng Qingyu's performance has shown a trend of overtaking the second place. If things continue to develop, her only rival will be Miss Martini.

Once she surpasses Miss Martini, she will become the second highest-earning female public relations ace in the history of the Wine Cellar Club. The gap to the first place in history is insurmountable, and no one can surpass it at present, because the first place is the boss himself.

Feng Qingyu was already feeling excited. No matter how troublesome the problem was, as long as he heard the footsteps, it would basically be solved.

Extra 14

A few rays of warm light shone through the crack of the door of the next room, proving that this room was occupied. The tenant who lived in that room moved out not long ago, and there was no new tenant until the day before yesterday.

Feng Qingyu was the only resident on this floor, but now there is one more. All the residents are women, and there are no men.

"When did you come?"

She was a little curious about the new neighbor, so she went over and knocked on the door twice. There was the sound of slippers walking inside, and soon the door was opened. When Feng Qingyu saw who answered the door, she remembered this incident.

Yesterday afternoon I met a beautiful lady from the closed island country of Dongguo on the street and introduced a house to her.

"I didn't expect... that you would actually move in."

Feng Qingyu felt very embarrassed, and didn't know where to look. If the other person was his guest, it would be okay to stare at him with a bold or explicit look, but if it was a neighbor, it might be offensive.

No one knows why Precious doesn't put on clothes immediately after taking a shower. Maybe she feels cool?

The woman's body was clearly visible from the corner of his eye. Her amazing figure and delicate skin were even more attractive than the female public relations in many clubs.

Fortunately, I am a serious person, otherwise I would have pounced on him and done something wrong immediately.

She had the idea of ​​making Miss Precious her own customer.

"Ms. Feng Qingyu, good evening. What's up so late?"

Precious kept only a bath towel on her body, and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Feng Qingyu didn't think too much about it, went into the house first, and then quickly closed the door.

Even if there is no non-female creature nearby, we cannot be careless.

"You...you people in the East are like this, your customs are open?"

She carefully chose her words, trying not to offend the new neighbor she just met. It was not easy to get a woman who was impeccable in every way to live next door, so she should try her best to get along well with her.

Feng Qingyu turned his eyes away from Precious and looked around her room. Although he came uninvited, it would be a pity to leave without doing something now that he was in.

The room was almost filled with bags and cartons of items, and some of the newly purchased furniture still had their dust covers removed.

It looks like this young lady is going to stay here for a long time.

Precious glanced down at his body still covered in water droplets, his face remained calm.

"Sorry, I just wanted to open the door quickly, and isn't it hot to get dressed right after taking a shower?"

"That being said, I am a stranger. Aren't you worried that I might suddenly develop dirty desires and not be able to control my impulse and do something excessive to you?"

"It's probably my intuition. My intuition tells me that Miss Feng Qingyu is trustworthy. Since Miss Feng Qingyu is troubled by this, I will go to the room and find some clothes to put on. Please wait a moment."

The straightforward exotic beauty turned around, her half-wet gray long hair drew a graceful arc in the air, like a dazzling waterfall, and fine water mist danced under the warm light, with a kind of dazzling beauty.

Feng Qingyu suddenly felt a little thirsty. It might be because the grilled steak for dinner tonight was too salty and sucked away the moisture in his mouth.

It was not until Precious changed into a long nightgown whose style was equally incompatible with Victoria's that she remembered that she could breathe normally.

"Can you get me a glass of water?"

"Please wait."

Precious walked around the items that had not been sorted out and came to the empty kitchen. There were no vegetables or meats in the metal refrigerator, only some drinks and bottled mineral water.

She took one of the bottles, poured it into a disposable cup and handed it to Feng Qingyu who was in a daze.

"I just moved in yesterday, and I haven't prepared the tools for making tea and coffee yet, so I can only treat you with bottled water. After a couple of days when the furniture and other items are all in place, I will invite Miss Feng Qingyu to visit my home."

"I am sorry for interrupting you."

Feng Qingyu took the water, and her fingertips rubbed against Precious's skin for a short while. The delicate, warm and soft touch made her fingertips reluctant to let go. Although she had seen countless people, there were not many women with such a distinctive appearance that left a deep impression on her.

The topic returns to the beginning.

"Miss Feng Qingyu came to visit late at night. Could it be that you are a little scared because you are alone at home?"

Precious took out her simple dinner - a piece of very dry and hard bread and a box of milk from the convenience store.

These things are okay for breakfast. Time is tight in the morning, so you can just eat something to get by. But it would be a bit unfair to use them for dinner.

Maybe she should eat something more fancy, like instant noodles with some sausage.

"No, I just got home from my night shift and saw the lights next door were still on, so I was curious. The fifth floor is a bit high, and people who rent houses often don't want to climb stairs, so they choose houses on lower floors. The price of the fifth floor is cheaper than the first to third floors, which saves a lot of money in a year."

Every time when he was so tired from climbing stairs that he almost fainted, Feng Qingyu would numb himself with the excuse of exercising.

The two chatted casually for a while, and when Feng Qingyu thought it was time to go home, he didn't expect that Precious suddenly hit him with a straight ball.

"Speaking of which, Miss Feng Qingyu was very beautiful the night before last."

"Which way?"

Did they meet the day before yesterday?

Feng Qingyu had no relevant impression. She spent the entire day in the club and even spent the night there. She never returned to the apartment during that time.

"You look so radiant on stage."

"You...you know?"

The new neighbor found out that I was a female public relations officer, and I directly skipped the step of slowly telling the other party. Is it a good thing or a bad thing?

She is a little confused now.