After reading the report for a while, Cyril flipped through it at a glance. It wasn't until she read for a while that her eyes stopped on one of the pages.
Karl poked his head curiously and took a look at the content that attracted Cyril's attention.
As a result, he saw a familiar thing on this piece of paper, which was the house where he lived in London.
What's going on!
Following the report, it turned out that a few days ago, the door of Carl's house in London had been violently demolished. Later, according to the neighbors, a total of four waves of people entered his home within a day after the house was demolished.
He seems to be looking for something inside.
"What do you think?"
Karl frowned and said.
Although I don't miss that cabin very much, no one would be happy if my home was turned into this.
"You can't tell anything just like this, you have to go to the scene."
Then Ceryl continued to flip through it until she read it completely, but found nothing interesting. This report was basically full of petty thefts, which was far from what Karl and the others wanted to know.
Taking the report back from Ceryl, Karl patted her shoulder.
"Go back and clean up. Let's go back to London to see what's going on."
The two people returned to the room. At this time, breakfast was already set on the table, including a glass of milk, a fried egg and a piece of bread. There was still steam on the milk, and it looked like it had just been heated.
Needless to say, he knew that Nina had prepared it for him, and the little maid took really good care of it.
He tore open the bread, put the eggs in it and took it away, and then drank the milk in one gulp. Considering the time problem, Karl finished changing his clothes and returned to Olivia's office on the second floor.
Because the castle was quite far away from downtown London, he did not plan to come back in the afternoon and would meet Olivia directly in the city in the evening. Otherwise, it would probably take an entire day to get from the castle to London and back.
After asking about the time and place of rendezvous in the evening, the coachman of the Ismay family drove them, and the two returned to London around 2 p.m.
After getting off the carriage on the street, Carl suddenly saw his neighbor walking home holding a chair. Generally speaking, this scene was nothing noteworthy.
But why does Carl look so familiar to that chair?
Isn’t that furniture from your own home?
"Hi, Pete."
He immediately ran over and shouted to the neighbor.
"Why are you holding my chair?"
Hearing this familiar voice, Peter turned his head hard while holding the chair. When he saw that it was really Karl calling him, Peter's first reaction was to pretend not to hear and continue walking forward while holding the chair.
But Karl didn't intend to just let it go. He rushed over and stopped Peter in two steps.
"What the hell is going on?"
"I suggest...I suggest you go home right away. It's probably not too late now."
Peter nodded at Karl and winked at him.
"If it were any later, there might be nothing left."
"What on earth are you talking about? I want to know why you are holding my chair..."
Before Karl could finish speaking, Peter walked around him and walked aside.
"Trust my advice, Carl, I won't lie to you."
Seeing Peter's firm attitude, Karl shook his head.
He still knows the character of this neighbor. Although he likes to take advantage of others, he is still kind-hearted and will not lie to himself.
"Celile, go quickly." He immediately greeted Ceryl, not knowing what Peter meant by 'it's not too late now'.
"Let's go back and take a look."
The two people walked through the block and turned the corner. An unprecedented scene appeared in front of him.
"Oh my God, what on earth are you doing?"
At this moment, the door of Karl's house was crowded with people from all directions. Many people came in and out, holding more or less things that Karl was familiar with.
"What are you doing!"
Carl immediately shouted to the crowd: "This is my home!"
Hearing his shout, the noisy crowd fell silent instantly. Neighbors who knew him turned their heads to see Karl, either surprised or unhappy, and then there was another commotion. Mixed with words such as "He is resurrected!"
…the cry of “Welcome back!”
After the crowd dispersed, Karl asked the neighbors and found out what was going on.
It turned out that because he had not returned home for many days, his home was broken into and he did not respond. Therefore, the person in charge of the neighborhood determined that he was dead, and his property was currently being auctioned!
After getting help from neighbors, Karl spent a lot of effort to get rid of the block leader.
After the incident was over, Karl sat on his bed without the mattress, holding his head and groaning in pain.
"One month, I disappeared for less than a month!"
"They dared to conclude that I was dead and auctioned off my property!"
At this time, he deeply understood how Bilbo Baggins felt when he returned home in "The Hobbit", but at that time he was laughing in the cinema, but now he was sitting at home with no tears in his eyes.
"Be more open-minded."
Seriel, who was taking the initiative to repair the door outside, heard his shouting and persuaded him.
"At least your property hasn't been sold, otherwise the trouble would be much bigger, wouldn't it?"
"well……"
Karl let out a long sigh, this was really unfortunate.
Looking at his empty home, God knows how many people have come in today, and the original layout of the room has been completely disrupted, making it a complete empty shell.
In this case, it is just a delusion to find any clues left by the four waves of people who came before.
After a while, Seliel repaired the door that had been demolished and walked into the bedroom.
"So what are you going to do?"
Seeing Karl's low morale, Cyril came over and touched Karl's hair and asked softly.
"You're pretty quick at repairing the door." Karl said as he raised his head and glanced at Ceryl in front of him.
"It's not the first time. Practice makes perfect."
When she said this... thinking that this was not the first time her door was broken, Karl felt even more uncomfortable.
But now was not the time to get emotional. He immediately cheered up and stood up, looked around, and asked with a try attitude: "Can you find any clues in this situation?"
"sure."
Cyril smiled confidently and gave an unexpected answer from Karl.
"You can do it now that it's like this?"
Carl couldn't help but picture Cyril turning into black mud and flooding the whole house in his mind. There was nothing else he could do, right?
"I took a look while I was repairing the door. It was the judges who destroyed your door and they didn't escape. Just forget about the rest. I can't do anything about it."
Well, this can be considered as something gained.
"If there's nothing here, let's go. We have to attend a banquet tonight."
Indeed, it’s not too early after such a busy day.
After locking the door, they left here and headed to the previously agreed upon location to meet Olivia.