There seems to be something wrong with the fairy world

"His Royal Highness." The rather handsome man stood beside Ansair, holding a tattered notebook, constantly recording something: "Of the seven missing nobles, three have their whereabouts in my records."

The man touched the circle marked with a red pen on the notebook with his fingertips: "Vienna marked it before, and these nobles have friends who are in prison. The "visitation" that Weien said should mean these few nobles. The nobles all disappeared in the process of visiting."

Ansair thought for a moment, then took out a notebook with a few sheets of rough paper in it.

The man glanced at the paper, which contained the basic information of several people.

"Their friends in prison should all be in Holloway Prison, right?" Ansair picked out a single page and examined it carefully.

"Two of yes, and one of my friends is in the Sanctuary of the Light, but it's very close to Holloway Prison." The man looked down at his notes.

"It's him." Ansair narrowed his eyes, and the man saw some killing intent from the crown prince.

The man had sharp eyes, secretly looking professionally at the paper in Ansair's hand.

"Lance Forrester, age: 25, height 181cm, weight: 67kg, current address: opposite to St. Bridge Church on the south side of Willett Street.

Specialties: Fighting, Cooking.

career experience:……

Honors received:...

Family profile:...

Black History:..."

The more the man watched, the more frightened he became. Ansair actually investigated a person so carefully that even Lance was forced to wear a skirt to participate in a dance performance at the age of nine.

"Cough." Ansair coughed and looked at the man coldly.

The man quickly retracted his gaze, looking at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose.

Ansair checked the information for a long time, when a housekeeper rushed over suddenly, saluted and hurriedly said: "Your Highness, Holloway Prison has sent a message that Colin escaped from prison two hours ago."

"There was also a jailer who disappeared with him, Lance Forrest." The butler looked anxious.

Ansair frowned, and put the paper in his hand back into the book.

"Has the jailer's house been searched?"

"Reporting to Your Highness, we have already searched, and there is no one." The butler frowned unconsciously: "The prison said that it is very likely that Colin hijacked the jailer and escaped from prison. An arrest warrant has been issued and the city is searching for arrests."

"Ridiculous!" Ansair couldn't help but stood up and told the housekeeper, "Get the carriage and clothes ready, I'm going out!"

The butler immediately went to prepare. After thinking about it, Ansair folded the page in the book and put it in his pocket. He called the men and left the castle together.

Ansair disguised himself as an ordinary nobleman, and went to Lance's residence with the man. Ansair gave him a look, and the man immediately understood, took off the brooch on his chest, and opened the lock with a few clicks.

Ansair and the man entered the room, closed the door, and Ansair looked around the room unceremoniously.

Lance's house was tidy, and the kitchen was especially clean. Ansair searched around, but found nothing unusual.

The man started to tap on the wall, and took small steps very professionally, walking up and down on the floor.

After a while, the man's eyes lit up, he moved the wardrobe slightly, put one hand into the back of the wardrobe, and groped a few times.

Seeing this, Ansair came to help and moved the closet away, only to see a small closet behind the closet, and there was a password box in the closet.

The man touched the password box with a serious expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Ansair asked.

"This kind of lockbox has self-destruct means." The man pointed at the top of the lockbox: "There should be sulfuric acid or something in it. If the password is entered incorrectly three times, the sulfuric acid will directly destroy the contents inside."

"If we usually encounter this kind of box, we usually don't open it." The man said calmly: "It must be the owner's privacy or something shady, not money or jewelry. Opening this kind of box is a waste of time and money." A waste of emotion, we are not interested in the scandals of the nobles' love history, and it might lead to death."

Ansair raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the man coldly: "Why don't you think about your son?"

The man's face froze, and he had nothing else to say, and began to carefully observe the lockbox.

"It's four." The man thought deeply: "This is usually a date, maybe a date that is very important to him?"

Ansair thought for a while, took out the piece of paper on which Lance's information was recorded, and entered a series of numbers.

There was no movement in the password box. The man leaned over and listened: "The password is wrong and it has not been opened."

"It's not?" Ansair was a little surprised.

"Not what?" The man looked blank.

"A tragedy when he was 12 years old," Ansair said briefly.

"Maybe it's birthday?" The man guessed, "Many people use birthdays as passwords."

Ansair thought for a while, compared the paper, and entered a series of numbers.

There was still no movement in the safe. Ansair put away the paper in his hand and directed the man, "Take the box to the castle. I'll find a professional."

The man looked down at the heavy safe and quickly entered a series of numbers. Before Ansair could stop him, the safe door popped open and opened successfully.

"How do you know?" Ansair was very surprised.

"Uh, I accidentally saw the information in your book." The man scratched his head.

"What day is it?" Ansair took out Lance's information again and checked it carefully.

"It's not Lance, it's Colin." The man replied embarrassedly: "I heard from the butler that Colin hijacked the jailer and left, but I just saw in Lance's information that he grew up with Colin, maybe It wasn't Colin who hijacked Lance, but Lance who took Colin away."

The man continued to analyze: "If the relationship is so good, it is normal to use Colin's birthday as the password."

"Where is it normal?" Ansair said blankly, "He doesn't deserve it!"

The man had a suddenly realized expression: "You should have guessed it, but you just don't want to admit the reality, and you don't even want to try..."

"Shut up." Ansair looked at the man coldly, and took out a diary from the safe.

Ansair flipped through the diary, and the more he looked, the more air-conditioned he became. The man looked around in confusion and rubbed his arms.

"Let's go." Ansair shared the diary, his tone was very cold: "There are still some things in the safe, you go to the inspector, and I will go back to the castle to bring the guards."

The man bitterly picked up the safe and followed Ansair away. In front of St. Bridge Church, a beggar-looking boy accidentally bumped into Ansair and ran away quickly.

Ansair took out the note that the boy had put in his pocket, and his fingers trembled slightly after browsing the contents on it.

"Your Highness?" The man held the safe with a confused look on his face.

"Go to the inspector first, I have to leave first." Ansair was unusually calm, and put the note into his pocket.

The man watched Ansair leave, sighed, and walked towards the police station he hated most, holding the heavy safe.

***

After a sleepless night, Qinglan meditated until dawn. In the morning, Lance came over with milk and fried eggs and placed them on Qinglan's bedside.

"Eat something, okay?" Lance looked down at Colin, "I don't want to starve you, the cooking utensils are all new."

Qing Lan didn't speak, and didn't even open her eyes.

"Don't be disgusted." Lance sat on the side of the bed: "It's all meat, and the fibers of human flesh are extra tender. Is the broth delicious before? I boiled it with their leg bones. All night."

Qing Lan remained silent, without the slightest expression on her face, and she was extremely calm.

"How can you ignore me?" Lance reached out and touched Colin's hair: "You can scold me, call me a pervert, beat me, and I will never fight back. But you can't ignore me, so I will very sad."

Qing Lan opened her eyes slightly, and looked directly at Lance: "I'm not Ke Lin."

"I know." Lance took it for granted: "Your memory, under my prayer, was washed by God, otherwise, you would definitely not want to talk to me."

"Come on, let's eat something." Lance handed over the milk, like coaxing a child: "If you don't eat any more, I'll tie up your prince and cut him into pieces in front of you, why? Sample?"

Qing Lan took the milk, drank it down in one gulp, and returned the empty glass to Lance.

"What a bad guy." Lance took the cup with a wry smile: "I'm so sad, so sad that I want to eat him up, even the marrow in his bones."

Qinglan closed her eyes, and fell on the bed weakly, Lance helped Colin cover the quilt thoughtfully, and helped Colin wipe away the broken hair.

"My little Colin." Lance evoked a smile: "When you wake up, you can eat the body of your sweetheart. Don't cry happily then."

Lance hummed, locked the door of Colin's room, walked to the cellar with dancing steps, opened the cellar door, and the bloody smell rushed over.

Lance picked up the chopping ax hanging in the cellar, walked to a small door, opened the small door with a key, and went in with the ax on his shoulder.

"Hey, how are you, master." Lance smiled and looked at the half-dead man who was hung up.

The man's legs had been cut off completely, leaving only the upper body. On the wound, Lance thoughtfully applied medicine to stop the bleeding.

"Your leg soup is very good." Lance licked his lips: "But my little Colin doesn't seem to like it very much, I'm thinking about changing it again, and see if Colin thinks about frying ribs Eat some."

The hanged person looked at the devil in front of him in a daze, and tears flowed unconsciously from his eyes.

"Hey, sir, don't cry." Lance stepped forward to wipe away the nobleman's tears, his movements were gentle and considerate: "Don't worry, today's main course is not yours, there is a little fat sheep on the way, his meat should be fine red wine I have to prepare it carefully so as not to let down such good ingredients.”

Suddenly, the crisp sound of the guest bell rang in the cellar. Lance stopped cutting ribs and wiped off the blood on his face. Lance smiled happily, changed his clothes, hung up the axe, and left the cellar decently.

Qing Lan, who was supposed to be sleeping in bed, slowly opened her eyes, got up and opened the tightly locked door, left the room expressionlessly, and followed the bloody smell towards the source of the smell.

The door of the cellar was opened, the blood on the ax was not completely solidified, Qing Lan looked around the cellar, there were more than a dozen small doors, Qing Lan opened the doors one by one, there was nothing in the first few doors except dried blood and minced meat .

In the remaining few doors, nobles without lower bodies were hung in the air, dying.Qinglan put down these people, a nobleman who was still conscious grabbed Qinglan's clothes, his eyes were full of desire for death.

Qing Lan covered his eyes with her hand, and twisted the nobleman's neck neatly.

"Drip, contestant -1, points 500."

Qing Lan paused slightly, and left the small room.

In the last room, Qinglan saw a fairly complete nobleman with only water in the room. He was so hungry that he was almost exhausted. After Qinglan rescued him, he had a happy expression on his face and said All softly: "Thank you, I just heard the visitor's bell ringing, I thought it was a hallucination, I didn't expect someone to come to save me..."

"Visitor bell?" Qing Lan was slightly taken aback, put down the hungry and dying nobleman, and ran outside.

"Help me, don't go, give me something to eat..." The nobleman was so hungry that his eyes were dimmed, he fell to the ground and passed out.