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Lucius turned his head slightly and whispered a few words to Nora, asking her to leave temporarily. The girl nodded and silently retreated to the door.

After making sure Nora was out of sight, Lucius nodded slightly and signaled the Raven members to lift the white cloth.

The cloth was slowly peeled back with a slight rustling sound, revealing the body underneath.

He was a young man with a handsome face and a sturdy build, his skin unnaturally pale from blood loss.

But the most shocking thing was that a horrifying gap extended from his chest to his abdomen, and the entire abdominal cavity was completely hollowed out, leaving only a black hole.

The moment Scott saw the body, the remaining alcohol in his eyes was washed away and his face turned pale for a moment.

He unconsciously took a half step back, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, as if trying to suppress the feeling of nausea that was about to rise in his throat.

However, he quickly calmed down, took a deep breath, and moved closer to the corpse for a closer look.

"Oh my God!"

Scott's voice trembled slightly with shock:

"Isn't this Caron?"

Hearing this, a gleam of light flashed in Lucius' eyes.

He knew that he would soon reap rewards.

Lucius nodded and gestured to Scott:

"Go out and talk. This is not the place to talk."

After sitting down at a round table, Scott began to tell Lucius and Nora about the victim's information.

"Caron Hirst, Covent Garden's 'star male model', is not only well-known in Covent Garden, but is also popular in high-end clubs of the upper class."

Scott's expression became serious and professional, and the cynicism in his eyes disappeared, replaced by the sharpness of an observer:

"Caron came from a poor family. It seems his family was a small business owner. He made a name for himself in Covent Garden by relying on his good looks."

"His income has skyrocketed in recent years, reportedly due to a special 'sponsor'."

Scott paused, rubbing his fingers gently on his chin, his brows furrowed.

"The most special thing is that he is related to the 'Earl John's passion murder case' a month ago."

Lucius and Nora looked at each other, showing surprised expressions.

"You mean, the one that's still a hot topic among the aristocratic community..."

A strange look flashed in Lucius' eyes.

The murder of Earl John for love was one of the things he needed to investigate, and he thought it was the most insignificant one.

Unexpectedly, this dramatic aristocratic scandal was unexpectedly connected to the floating corpse case in front of us.

Clearly, this is no coincidence, but a carefully woven web.

Scott nodded, his eyes becoming deep:

"Yes, a month ago, Earl John and his mistress both died in bed, naked and in a miserable state."

"The investigation results given by the Public Security Bureau show that the murderer is Earl John's mistress herself."

"The mistress planted the poison at point B, and while being intimate with Earl John, she passed it to him. Eventually, both of them died from the poisoning."

"The case was eventually classified as a murder of passion, but many people in Covent Garden believed it was more complicated than that."

"Oh? Could it be that Caron is related to Earl John's mistress?"

There was a glint of inquiry in Lucius' eyes.

"Yes, Caron's connection to this case is very delicate."

Scott's expression became increasingly complex, as if he was recalling some unspeakable secrets:

"He is the childhood sweetheart of Earl John's mistress and her former fiancé."

Lucius:? ? ?

Oh shit, there’s some news!

"Elaborate."

Lucius noticed the curiosity flashing in Nora's eyes, and quietly reached out and held her warm little hand, as if silently comforting her, or as if sharing this unexpected discovery.

"The woman's name is Fanny."

Scott is a true storyteller, his voice calm yet full of emotion:

"Caron and Fanny grew up together and had a very good relationship. They decided to get married early on."

"Fanny has good looks and often gets temporary waitressing jobs at certain banquets."

"Fanny was immediately noticed by Earl John at a banquet more than three years ago."

"In the beginning, I was forced to do so. After all, in that environment, it was almost impossible to refuse the advances of an earl."

"But what's sad is that, gradually, Fanny really fell in love with the luxurious life of the aristocracy and became completely infatuated with Earl John."

"What's even more ridiculous is that even after becoming the nobleman's mistress, Fanny still couldn't let go of Caron."

"She would take the money given by Earl John and run to Covent Garden to find Caron and ask him to 'serve' her. It was both love and a transaction..."

Lucius:? ? ?

I was shocked by the way the Splenda crowd played.

No, my husband didn’t play so extravagantly back then.

Lucius shook his head slightly, suppressing the shock in his heart:

"Then why did Fanny choose to kill Earl John and then die with him?"

"A little over a month ago, it seemed as if Caron had finally had enough."

Scott tapped his knuckles lightly on the table, his eyes drifting towards the darkness behind Lucius:

"He wanted Fanny to leave Earl John and be with him again, and they had a big quarrel over this."

"Later, when Fanny accompanied Count John to see a play at the Imperial Opera House, Caron actually bought a ticket and followed them, intending to cause a scene."

"Which play?"

Lucius asked suddenly, his eyes suddenly sharp.

Scott was slightly taken aback, surprised by this seemingly irrelevant question, but still answered:

""pride and Prejudice"."

Lucius:!!!

String together!

All connected in series!

There are more and more clues, but the truth becomes more and more confusing.

But this time Lucius did not feel annoyed.

At this moment, he felt for the first time that he was standing in front of the exit of the maze.

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At the same time, in the inner court of the palace, Plotina stood in front of the door of Octavia's bedroom, feeling nervous and uneasy.

Moonlight streamed through the high windows of the corridor, covering her with a thin silver veil.

She had rehearsed what she was going to say countless times in her mind, but every time she thought about facing her sister and the close relationship between her sister and Lucius, she felt a panic and her confidence involuntarily dissipated a little.

Led by her maid, Plotina came to the door of Octavia's bedroom.

Then, the maid retreated silently like a wisp of smoke, leaving Plotina alone facing the heavy carved wooden door.

Taking a deep breath, Plotina raised her slightly trembling hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Octavia's lazy and charming voice came from inside the door.

Plotina pushed the door open and was stunned by the scene before her.

Octavia leaned lazily on the bench by the window, wearing a light silk nightgown that vaguely outlined her graceful figure.

Her hair was a little messy, but it added a touch of lazy beauty. Her shoulders were half exposed, and her skin was as smooth and radiant as the finest white jade.

What shocked Plotina the most was her sister's beautiful face. Her skin was more radiant than before, and the charm flowing between the corners of her eyes and eyebrows was more attractive, with sparkling water in her eyes.

It is a special temperament that only a girl can possess after transforming into a woman. It is a natural expression of inner charm that can be recognized at a glance.

In human terms, that is—

She smells like a married woman.

Plotina's heart sank.

The only person who could cause such a subtle change in Octavia was Lucius.

"My dear sister, I didn't expect you to come to me at this time."

When Octavia saw Plotina, a hint of surprise flashed across her beautiful eyes, and then a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:

"Is there a problem?"

Plotina suppressed the discomfort and bitterness in her heart, looked directly into her sister's eyes, and said in a slightly trembling but firm voice:

"Sister, I want to talk to you...about Lucius."

"Lucius?"

Octavia's smile deepened, and a teasing gleam flashed in her eyes:

"Of course, but what do you want to talk about?"

She lazily sat up and adjusted her loose nightgown.

"His hobbies? Or...specialties?"

She emphasized the last two words.

Plotina bit her pink lips, a blush creeping up her fair cheeks, but she still tried her best to remain calm:

"Did Lucius stay at your place the night before last?"

"Oh? You actually noticed?"

"No, he should have left me and then went to your place, right?"

Octavia raised her eyebrows, shook her head and laughed: