The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 109
It's fine if Luther wants to have it, A'Du, you who love dragons, why join in the fun.

Seeing Luther's strange gaze, A'Du was puzzled: "Is there anything strange?"

"Miaomiao belongs to the superpower department."

"My fossil pterosaurs and tyrannosaurs are not dragons either."

It makes sense to say that...

A'Du just broke the jar, he forked a piece of meat on the plate, and chewed viciously.

Luther hadn't understood what it was like to "eat his flesh raw" in the history books before, but now seeing A'Du's expression, he understood.

Luther only ordered two dishes, and the pan-fried pork chops were easy to distinguish, but Luther looked at the other dish for a long time, but couldn't connect it with the so-called "Volcano Beef" dish name.

Mai, who was trying something new with Luther, ordered the same dish and started eating it.

The beef was brought into his mouth, and Luther savored it carefully for a long time. Apart from a slightly spicy feeling, what other tastes did it have?

The beef has been stewed too much, soft and rotten beef is naturally delicious, but now it tastes like chewing a mouthful of scum is too much.

"Marylou, come on!"

As the least picky eater in the team and the best eater, Luther decisively asked her to come out to help him solve this dish that he didn't like.

Mary Lou picked up the plate and licked it clean before Luther finished cutting the pork chops.Looking at Luther cutting the pork chops, her eyes were filled with anticipation. She hoped that her master would not be used to this plate of pork chops either.

Luther and Mai stopped their knives and forks at the same time. After all, they were ordered by themselves, and they wanted to swallow them while crying.

A'Du was also patient. He saw that Luther ordered a primitive animal dish that he hadn't tried before, and followed suit by ordering a plate of pork chops. After eating it, there was only one taste left in his mouth.

甜…

Oh my god, whose pork chops have so much sugar...it's fucking dead.

Needless to say, the layer on the surface is definitely Carlos' special maple syrup, and there is a layer of icing sugar on the bottom of the plate. This creative dish made Luther feel the sweetness of Carlos.

"Marylou, do you really want to eat?"

Marylou responded to Luther with practical actions. Not only did she quickly put the steak into her stomach, but she also licked the maple syrup and icing clean.

A'Du and Mai took turns waving at Marylou, and Marylou squatted in the corner with large pieces of vegetables they didn't eat.

"Go out and get some fresh air."

Not long after Luther left the room, Oleander packed the tableware, wiped her mouth, came to the door of the private room next door, and tapped on the door.

"Please come in."

Oleander pushed open the door, and the two inspectors who had finished eating sat in their seats, examining Oleander.

"Then, let's talk about the mob incident at the Sanatorium in Shuangye Town."

The door was gently closed by oleander, isolating the inside and outside.

Luther left for almost half an hour, returned to the private room in the middle, and called a wonderful cat over. His mysterious behavior attracted everyone's attention.

When Luther and Miaomiao came back again, there were a few plates floating in the air.

Mai was the first to understand what Luther was doing, facing the plate floating in front of her, she couldn't wait to open the lid.

"Have you added food?"

Sirona got up with great interest, and looked at the dishes on the plate in front of A'Du.

Mai scooped up the beef net and delivered it to her mouth, then scrambled the rice with a happy expression on her face.

Seeing the chef standing behind Luther, Carunai asked, "What kind of dish is this?"

"Mr. Luther said, this is beef stew, and I also made it according to his instructions."

The chef in charge was also surprised by Luther. Luther who ran to the kitchen said that the heat of his beef was not right.

Luther knew that the world rarely developed primitive animal dishes, so he used his previous experience.

The meat of Kentaro is harder, and you can naturally get soft and rotten beef if you simmer it for a longer time, but ordinary beef can't be simmered for such a long time... After Luther explained, they realized that their lack of experience with these ingredients led to the terrible taste.

Sirona took the beef from Luther's plate, and Karuna shared what was on A'Du's plate, and they ate happily. The two Miaomiao were drooling, and they were greeted by Marylou to eat some leftovers from Luther.

When he was almost finished eating, Luther realized that the oleander man was gone.

"It should be you soon." Carunai still strictly adhered to the bottom line of calorie intake, and stopped after taking a few mouthfuls.

"To me?"

"After all, you are the person who witnessed the incident, and the second of the two inspectors will definitely ask you."

Oleander stood at the door of the room at some point, and glanced at Luther who was wiping his mouth: "Come with me."

"I didn't tell you about the recorder." After giving Luther a knowing look, Oleander helped Luther open the door.

The person sitting on the right side of the coffee table is about 60 or [-] years old, very tall, with a figure between fat and strong, wearing very chic beach pants and casual short sleeves.

The man on the left is thinner, and his face is much older than the man on the right. There is a gloomy look in his sunken cheeks, and his suit is straight.Unlike the man on the right who was slumped on the sofa boldly and unrestrainedly, he maintained an extremely upright sitting posture.

I did my homework beforehand, so the one on the right must be Uertu, and the one on the left must be Sister.

After Luther greeted briefly, he found that the two inspectors had no intention of speaking. Their curious eyes swept back and forth on Luther, and they looked at each other from time to time, as if they were confirming something.

It took a while for Inspector Cister to let Luther sit down.

"Don't worry, because you have frequently appeared in our field of vision recently, so we are inevitably a little curious about what kind of person you will be."

The smile on Sister's thin face was a little stiff.

"Long story short." Uertu reminded.

"Okay, I think you, Luther, know that the Interpol is very concerned about the existence of the mob. As a member of the mob, Qilan must have a very high status. If he can be caught, it will be of great value." Hester said, looking into Luther's eyes and observing Luther's reaction.

"But he's dead." Sister leaned towards Luther. "That's what your report said. During the battle, Qi Lan drew out his knife and tried to hurt you and Oleander. During the scuffle, you accidentally killed him."

Luther nodded.

"Ke Qilan's autopsy report tells us that the wound on his abdomen has lacerations after the knife was drawn, and the fatal knife on his neck was after the abdominal injury. Can you explain why?"

I knew that oleander's statement would be suspected, and those who wanted to investigate would not be able to withstand this kind of lie.

Luther licked his dry lips, and could only bite the bullet and continue: "Because the situation was critical at the time, Oleander was injured. We couldn't judge Qilan's injury, so we could only attack in a panic."

Seeing that the two inspectors were silent, Luther added another sentence: "Our lives are threatened, so we can't sit still?"

Uertu sneered, and said lightly: "Boy Luther, you participated in the whole process of this matter, whether it was self-defense or deliberate murder, I just want to tell you that Oleander's knife is very vicious. I am different from Sist. I don't care about the cause of Qilan's death, but what I care about is Oleander's mental state."

"If she can't control her emotions, then she is in a very dangerous state. As the deputy minister of security, she is unqualified." Uertu stood up, and a mountain-like shadow blocked Luther's sight.

"Uertu, what we should talk about is the rabble." Sister tried to change the subject.

"The information and relationships of the nursing home are all there. You can check them anytime you want. What I care about is whether the second-in-command of the security department is a normal person!"

Urtu's loud voice made Luther's ears ring.

"Sister, it was you who persuaded the various regional alliances to believe in your ability and worked so hard to form the Interpol. How many grievances you and I have suffered, and how much effort we nine old guys have had to make today's Interpol. The mob is just a small problem, and our internal stability is the big problem."

"The young people of Interpol are better than us, and they can solve problems by themselves. We said that we will no longer easily interfere with the operation of Interpol. Now that we are independent, we should learn to let go. Understand, today is just a private meeting, not a formal meeting."

"Excellent? Hahaha, excellent?" Uertu laughed loudly. "He escaped after chasing Huishi several times. Huishi's words are still in my ears. How can you say the word excellent?"

"Otherwise? Urtu, are you going to teach them how to defeat the enemy yourself? There is a price for growth, and after paying the price, they will become stronger. The decrease in poaching incidents in recent years is not the result of their cooperation with the regional alliance?"

Luther stared blankly at the quarrel between the two inspectors. How did things develop like this?

But obviously the tall and burly Uertu was no match for Sister, and Sister drove Uertu into a corner with just a few words, allowing him to educate him.

"Okay, okay, I can't say enough about you. You have always been good at speaking and acting. When you were in the regional league, you cried and complained. It really opened my eyes. I won't argue with you, Luther boy. I just ask you a question, and you can leave after you answer it."

Luther looked at Sister and saw that Sister did not intend to stop Urtu from asking questions, so he swallowed and prepared to be questioned.

"Can you guarantee that Oleander has not acted aggressively or lost control in this incident?"

Luther was stunned.

Under the torrential rain, that crazy figure kept reappearing in my mind, that drop of blood splashing from her throat, that crying woman...

He really wanted to say something for Oleander, she was fine, but the words couldn't come out of his mouth, as if there was a stone in his throat.

Sist glanced at Luther, pushed his glasses, and shook his head.

"You can go out Mr. Luther, I have the answer."

Luther stood up in a daze, and pushed open the door.

"Mr. Luther, take it as the old man's advice. Roses have thorns, but you can enjoy them casually after you pull out the thorns. Oleander is not a rose. It is highly poisonous. If you are not careful, you will poison yourself to death."

Sist reminded coldly.

"Stay away from her."

　The first part of the main story line is all over here, and the foreshadowing is also buried. Thanks to the big guys who insisted on giving me monthly tickets and kept using recommended tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)