What! Our family is actually the descendant of the evil god?.

Seeing that Eros no longer resisted, Lady Florica's mouth curled up slightly.

She turned her head to look at Irina on the other side and gave her a look that urged her to watch carefully and learn well.

Then, under Irina's gaze, she went around behind Eros, leaned forward and hugged Eros.

Irina frowned slightly when she saw this scene, but she didn't say anything. She just looked down at herself with a thoughtful expression.

Eros: “…”

No, you are breaking the rules. Didn't your brother teach you that? Heizi, right?

……

Half an hour later, Eros walked out of the hot spring room with a troubled expression and headed towards the shower room.

Although nothing happened during this wash, it still felt weird...

In the hot spring room behind him, Madam Florica leaned lazily against the edge of the hot spring, glanced at Irina with her beautiful eyes, and said in a soothing and lazy tone:

"Do you understand? You must learn to use your advantages!"

"You only inherited a few of my excellent genes. If you don't know how to use them, then you have grown up in vain!"

Irina didn't say anything and just wiped her body.

Seeing this, Madam Florica sighed softly, looking somewhat sad:

"Look, you don't learn well even though I teach you."

Hearing this, Irina turned her face away and said unnaturally: "I don't need you to teach me!"

Madam Florica raised her eyebrows, sensing the hidden meaning in Irina's words.

With a loud noise, Madam Florica suddenly came in front of Irina.

"So, you have made substantial progress?"

Madam Florica looked at her daughter in front of her, with a hint of anticipation in her beautiful eyes.

Looking at her mother clinging to her, and seeing the expectation in her eyes, Irina leaned back and said expressionlessly:

"no!"

"Tsk! Useless thing!" Mrs. Florica was very disappointed and returned to her original position.

Irina did not refute, but just looked down at her slender, white and delicate hands, and a blush appeared on her pretty face.

I don’t know if it was the steam from the hot spring that turned her face red.

Just as Eros was washing, at the same time on the other side.

On the street of Youghal Street, since Eros didn't come this afternoon, Peter is currently helping to take care of this street.

As Peter was on his routine patrol along the street, a group of police officers gathered at the door of a store ahead caught his attention.

Peter frowned and walked towards the area where the police officers were gathered.

As he got closer, he took a look at the name of the shop in front of him - Mrs. Jennifer's Flower Shop.

The police officers standing by the door also saw Peter, so they said politely:

"Sir! We are currently investigating a case here. Please do not come near us."

Peter waved his hand and said casually, "It's okay!"

As he spoke, he stretched his head to take a look inside the flower shop and asked with some doubt:

"What happened here?"

The police officer frowned when he saw that the gentleman in front of him ignored his words.

Just when he was about to continue dissuading them in a more firm tone, another police officer came over. Judging from the rank on his shoulder, he seemed to be a sheriff.

When the police officer saw his boss coming, he whispered to the sheriff and explained that he had tried to dissuade the gentleman, but the gentleman did not listen.

The sheriff waved his hand to stop his subordinates from reporting, and walked straight to Peter and saluted:

"Why is Inspector Peter here?"

The sheriff obviously knew Peter, and Peter's position in the police system was exactly the inspector that the sheriff called him, which was just one rank higher than sheriff.

That's why the sheriff saluted Peter.

The police officer on the other side widened his eyes and looked a little shocked when he heard that the young man in front of him was actually an inspector.

Looking at the sheriff in front of him, Peter nodded and asked casually:

"What happened here?"

As he said this, Peter's eyes were still on the flower shop.

Hearing Peter's question, the sheriff sighed and said:

"The staff at this flower shop called the police and reported that her manager, Mrs. Jennifer, was missing!"

“So we came here to investigate.”

Missing? Peter frowned and continued to ask, "Are there any clues at the moment?"

The sheriff organized his words and then reported:

"According to what the clerk said, Mrs. Jennifer gives herself a day off every year on January 1th."

"Because this day is the anniversary of the death of Mrs. Jennifer's husband, Mrs. Jennifer would go to pay tribute to her husband on that day every year."

"But this time, Mrs. Jennifer never came back after she went to worship."

Peter narrowed his eyes and raised his doubts: "It's already January 1th, why are you calling the police now?"

The sheriff smiled bitterly and said, "We also asked the clerk this question."

"The clerk said that there were two occasions in the past few years when Mrs. Jennifer closed the store for two extra days because she missed her husband."

"The clerk thought it was the same this time, so he didn't call the police right away."

"It was not until 10 a.m. this morning that the store clerk, who realised something was amiss, went to the police station to report the incident."

"After receiving the alarm, we rushed to the scene to investigate immediately."

"Then we discovered that Mrs. Jennifer was not at home. After checking, we determined that the last trace of human activity in Mrs. Jennifer's home was three or four days ago."

"That is to say, Mrs. Jennifer has not returned home for at least three days and has not been seen outside, which meets the conditions for being missing."

"After a whole morning of investigation and inquiring with nearby neighbors, the information we have learned so far is as follows."

"Mrs. Jennifer was last seen by others at 1 a.m. on January 12."

"This information was provided by a coachman who took Mrs. Jennifer to the cemetery that day."

Cemetery? After hearing this, Peter seemed to have thought of something and asked quickly:

"Which cemetery did Mrs. Jennifer go to? Was it the Elson Cemetery in the west of the city?"

If you really go to the Elson Cemetery, you might run into the cultists who awaken corpses and transform them into ghouls.

The sheriff was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, Mrs. Jennifer went to the Moon Cemetery, which is only about 20 kilometers away from here."

"The last time she appeared in public was at the entrance of Moon Cemetery."

Peter was relieved when he heard that it was not the Eielson Cemetery, because if it was not the Eielson Cemetery, the possibility that Mrs. Jennifer would still be alive today would be much greater.

[I went to shoot an abstract video of wild boars last night, so I didn’t write anything QAQ. As a result, I spent a lot of time to shoot it, but she said it was not abstract enough. How hateful! So I beat her up with one hand. The video was posted on TikTok. Isn’t it abstract enough? ]