“You idiot, do you want to die?” Rosalyne glared fiercely at Alex, her eyes almost spitting fire.
“Of course not,” Alex’s expression was as usual, “it’s just that every time I see you, the admiration in my heart…
becomes uncontrollable.” Before the words had even landed, Rosalyne’s willow-like eyebrows shot up as her anger exploded.
She took a step forward, her high heels stepping heavily onto his chest.
“Hiss!” Sharp pain hit him, and Alex’s entire face contorted.
This woman is really ruthless when she makes a move!
But he gritted his teeth and didn’t make a sound.
Instead, taking advantage of the angle from lying on his back, his gaze moved up along those long, smooth legs.
Under the light, her skin was as delicate and lustrous as white porcelain, with smooth and alluring curves.
Further up…
he could even faintly glimpse a hazy, deep scene beneath the hem of her skirt.
Rosalyne instantly noticed his gaze, and was immediately both ashamed and furious.
She abruptly lifted her foot and kicked him several times before barely suppressing the anger in her heart.
After a while, Alex slowly stood up from the ground and calmly brushed the dust off his clothes.
“Alex!” Rosalyne’s tone was anxious and annoyed, “Your plan failed.
Pierro only suspended the transaction between Dottore and Pantalone; he didn’t abolish the human experiments.” She paused for a moment, her expression turning grave: “So, you’d better leave Snezhnaya quickly now.” Hearing this, a warm current couldn’t help but surge in Alex’s heart.
This woman in front of him, usually proud and cold, always called him an “idiot” but had always been concerned about his safety.
Beneath the frost was a soft heart.
He smiled, “My plan has only just begun.” “Only just begun?” Rosalyne was startled, a hint of bewilderment flashing in her eyes, “You have a follow-up?” The corners of Alex’s lips curled slightly, “You will know soon enough.” Hearing this, Rosalyne just wanted to give this detestable bastard a good beating.
She gave a cold snort and then turned to walk outside.
Walking to the door, her footsteps suddenly paused.
“When things reach a desperate state, don’t try to be a hero…
I won’t be the one to collect the corpse of an idiot like you!” Leaving behind this sentence, she walked forward without looking back, leaving behind a mature silhouette that gradually moved further away.
…
The next morning.
Furina sat at the dining table as usual, flipping through today’s The Steambird while enjoying breakfast.
Having just taken the second bite of bread, a striking headline firmly caught his attention: “Shocking!!!
The Truth Behind the Serial Damselette Disappearance Case is Actually…” He was all too familiar with this bizarre cold case.
Over twenty years, a total of twenty-four young Damselettes had disappeared in Fontaine, without warning or trace.
However, the Maison Gardiennage had spent countless manpower and resources on the investigation, yet there were still no leads.
Those missing Damselettes were as if they had suddenly Vaporize into thin air, leaving not a single trace.
Furina’s curiosity was completely piqued, and he couldn’t wait to read further.
“…According to the author’s meticulous deduction, those victims were lured to the Winter Capital and became sacrifices for secret human experiments.
Next is the evidence…” The article analyzed from the first disappearance case twenty years ago: “Back then, the Damselette Vigneire was going on an adventure with his Snezhnayan boyfriend Vacher, after which there was no news of him.
His disappearance was not an accident, but rather Vacher luring him to the Winter Capital and selling him to the Medical Experimental Center…” By the time he reached this point, Furina was already deeply convinced by this theory.
“So that’s how it is…
No wonder Fontaine’s investigation always yielded nothing.” He read the entire article in one go, but his heart couldn’t settle for a long time.
This cold case that had shaken Fontaine for twenty years had finally found its “truth.” But…
he couldn’t do anything about it.
Because the culprits were the ferocious Fatui; provoking them could very likely lead to uncontrollable conflict.
Was he just going to let it go?
After a long time, Furina stood up resolutely and walked toward the door.
The true deity of Fontaine would certainly uphold justice for the people!
If he remained indifferent, this “performance” would undoubtedly lose some of its luster.
Before long, he stepped into the solemn and majestic office of the Chief Justice.
Inside the room, Neuvillette was sitting behind the desk, focused on handling official business with his head down.
Sensing Furina’s arrival, he put down the documents in his hand and looked up at him as he approached.
“Chief Justice Neuvillette,” Furina stood gracefully before his desk, his chin slightly raised, “Have you seen today’s The Steambird?” “I have,” Neuvillette responded calmly.
“Then what do you think of that analysis of the Serial Damselette Case?” Furina asked with a hint of urgency.
Neuvillette pondered for a moment, but the answer he gave was beyond his expectations: “While it is well-reasoned, it is unlikely.” “What?” Furina unconsciously widened his eyes, his voice rising slightly, “But it clearly follows logic perfectly!” Neuvillette’s expression was indifferent, his voice deep and calm, “Years ago, someone within the Maison Gardiennage proposed a similar theory.
But after a meticulous investigation, this possibility has long been ruled out.” He paused and explained: “The reason is that it’s almost impossible for a culprit to quietly transport twenty-four Damselettes out of Fontaine without alerting anyone.” Furina was startled, then realized this fatal flaw.
During the time of the cases, Fontaine had implemented multiple rounds of high-intensity inspections on all personnel entering and leaving.
The possibility of transporting twenty-four Damselettes without being discovered was almost negligible.
But…
if not for that, how else could this cold case be explained?
Only the current explanation made the most sense.
Thinking back to the article “the disappearing her” he had read yesterday, he was still more willing to believe the newspaper’s deduction.
“Chief Justice Neuvillette, regardless, we should launch an investigation.
Perhaps the other party used some magical means…
like a disappearing act.” The more he spoke, the more Furina felt such a possibility existed.
Neuvillette frowned slightly, falling into thought.
What he was considering was not the case itself, but the subsequent impact of that article.
Once the news spread, the people would surely demand that the Palais Mermonia launch an investigation.
Even if the authorities came forward to clarify, if they couldn’t provide a more convincing alternative explanation, the public wouldn’t buy it.
Furthermore, the case involved the Fatui.
If no investigation was conducted, it would be seen as bowing to “evil,” severely damaging the credibility of the judiciary.
After weighing the options, he finally made a decision: “I will issue a formal diplomatic letter to Snezhnaya in the name of the Chief Justice, requesting an investigation into the Medical Experimental Center.” Hearing this, Furina’s eyes immediately curved into a smile, as if he had already upheld a great justice.
However, Neuvillette had no smile on his face.
He had a premonition that Fontaine had fallen into a scheme carefully woven by someone else.
And they were merely pieces on the opponent’s chessboard.