The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 24 What do you take other people's lives for?

It started at her ankles; white stockings clung to her slender ankle bones, shimmering in the sunlight.

Then, starting from the calves and moving upwards, the rounded thighs covered in white stockings are revealed.

Further up... Charlotte's hand stopped there, not moving, but a thin blush had already crept onto her cheeks.

"What a... perverted man," she said, looking up at Li Ang, her voice carrying a rare hint of loss of composure.

Li Ang gave a thumbs-up without any expression.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

This time, I got it all for free!

Not only did they receive a large sum of money from the detective, but they also gained a wave of extra benefits, making it a win-win situation!

This little incident passed quickly, and the carriage traveled for another half hour before stopping in front of a black iron gate.

High walls flanked the iron gate, separating the world inside from the outside. Above the gate was an emblem consisting of a shield and olive branches, which appeared to be a family crest.

The iron gate opened, and the carriage drove in.

The total area of ​​the mansion is incalculable; the garden alone is about a thousand square meters.

The white mansion in the center, in particular, is four stories high and at least three times the size of Charlotte's villa.

Li Ang thought the detective's villa was luxurious enough, but he didn't expect it to house such a skilled person!

This was just a minor viscount; he couldn't even imagine how luxurious the mansions of those higher up would be.

Sure enough, nine out of ten of these nobles were hanged, but there were probably some who escaped.

The carriage stopped in front of the steps.

Li Ang jumped down first, and after thinking for a moment, he reached out to Charlotte. She looked at him with satisfaction, placed her hand in his palm, and gracefully stepped down from the carriage.

On the steps stood an elderly gentleman in a black tailcoat, with three rows of maids standing behind him.

Everyone was dressed in a black and white long-skirted maid uniform, with a white headscarf, their hands folded in front of them, and bent over at a ninety-degree angle.

"Welcome, Miss Holmes."

Li Ang looked at the three rows of bent backs and sighed inwardly.

It must be said, this is the kind of prestige that nobles should have.

It makes people subconsciously want to blurt out the phrase "he can be replaced".

"This way, please." The old butler stepped aside and gestured for them to enter.

The Viscount's study was on the third floor.

The room was decorated with valuable oil paintings, and against the wall was a row of bookshelves filled with hardcover books with gold-embossed covers, but Li Ang suspected that the owner had never opened any of them.

Then a fat, middle-aged man sat behind a huge mahogany desk; it seemed that he was Viscount Cavendish.

To put it simply, it's a bit of an insult to the name.

In particular, the other party was dressed like a nouveau riche, with a large gold chain around his neck and three huge gemstone rings on his fingers.

Seeing Charlotte enter, the man stood up from his chair. "Oh, Miss Holmes!" he greeted her warmly, extending his large hand adorned with a ruby ​​ring. "Thank you for coming all this way!"

Charlotte didn't even glance at him. Instead, she walked right past him, sat down on the sofa opposite the desk, crossed her legs, and placed her hands on her knees.

The viscount's hand froze in mid-air, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

Li Ang stood at the door, watching this scene with a blank expression.

He almost burst out laughing, but managed to hold it in.

"I think we can get straight to the point," Charlotte said calmly.

The viscount forced a smile, withdrew his hand, and appeared completely unpleasant. "Of course, of course."

He clapped his hands, and a servant immediately brought over black tea and delicate pastries. "Have some tea and snacks first, no rush."

Only then did he notice Li Ang, and looked him up and down. "And this is...?"

"My assistant."

"I see." The Viscount nodded casually, as if to greet Li Ang.

It's clear that the other party doesn't care much about Li Ang as their assistant.

So Li Ang didn't stand on ceremony, found a sofa to sit down, and even moved the plates of snacks in front of him and started eating them heartily.

The Viscount's fat twitched at the sight of Charlotte's rude behavior, but seeing that Charlotte had no intention of stopping him, he could only pretend to ignore it and began to recount what had happened.

"My things were stolen last night," the Viscount said, his fat face trembling with anger.

"That treasure is very special. It was mined from a distant eastern colony and has the most beautiful blue luster I have ever seen in my life."

"I dare say, this is absolutely the most beautiful sapphire in the world, bar none."

"I've even thought of a name: Blue Tears. What do you think?"

Charlotte simply continued to stare at him coldly, without replying.

"We've never even seen what he looks like, what nonsense are you spouting?" Li Ang said bluntly.

"You..." The viscount became even angrier.

This was the first time he had ever seen anyone so rude to him.

If the other person hadn't been Miss Charlotte's assistant, he would have ordered the guards to arrest him and throw him in prison for some serious torture.

"Miss Holmes," he said, turning his gaze to Charlotte, "I think our conversation is not for a mere assistant to interrupt."

"Viscount, a detective's assistant, in a sense, represents the detective himself. Therefore, disrespecting my assistant is disrespecting the detective himself. Do you understand this?"

Charlotte's gaze was fixed on the Viscount. Her intense gaze made the Viscount break out in a cold sweat, so he had no choice but to stop pursuing Leon's rudeness and instead continue talking about what happened.

He paused for a moment, as if savoring the name, before continuing.

"I go to the collection room to admire it every day. But just last night, it disappeared!" The Viscount's voice suddenly rose.

He slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacup to jump up and spill tea onto the surface. A servant rushed forward to wipe it up, but he pushed him away.

"I was the only one with the key to the collection room, and the locks on the doors at the scene hadn't been broken. So I suspect there's a mole inside."

His gaze swept over the servants with their heads bowed at the door of the study. "So, I sent all the guards who were on duty last night to prison and tortured them one by one."

"In the end, none of these people admitted it."

Li Ang frowned. Was this all the reason they tortured him?

"If I weren't considering sending all these maids in, leaving no one to take care of me, I would have sent all these bitches in and tortured them!"

The viscount waved his arm, pointing to the maids standing at the door.

The maids lowered their heads even further, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Li Ang's gaze shifted from the Viscount to the maids, and then back again.

What does this fat, big-eared man consider other people's lives to be?