At the same time, she also understood why Teni felt that this was the only way.
What he said basically implied that he had feelings for Alwin, and if this got out it would be a big scandal, so he didn't want any uncontrolled detectives to know about it.
Only she, only she, Aisuen Hitzfeld, judging from the intelligence she had shown in the past, what he revealed after drinking last night was enough for her to deduce the truth.
So when facing her, it no longer makes sense to hide anything.
"I have come to my senses and realized that there are other people besides her who are worth cherishing." Teni rearranged his words, "It's like this... You should know that I am more... playful."
"Yes."
"..."Tenny looked up at the girl.
He was just being modest out of habit, and this "yes" made him speechless.
But in the end, he deserved it, and he didn't want to pursue anything. He paused for a moment and continued, "I usually like to bet on football. This kind of game can stimulate the secretion of some things, so my requirements for fun are still relatively high. After all, after experiencing some things, other things will be looked down upon."
"Then the only thing that can be compared to betting on football is betting on money." Hitzfeld helped him finish the rest of the sentence.
"...That's right." Teni gave her another deep look. "Although betting on football is a double thrill, you can enjoy the excitement of the game while enjoying the joy of winning the prize. But you know, there are only two top teams in Wayne Port right now."
Having only two top teams means there aren't enough top matches, 1-2 a week at best.
But there are 6 days in a week, and for Wayne Port, which has a mechanical penis, it is 7 days. Such a small number of games cannot satisfy Teni's entertainment needs, so he often goes to major casinos and goes to operas. He will flirt with any actress who looks good.
"I am still very loyal in my feelings." The prince emphasized, "I never force them, I can swear to this... I play - I have seen too many women, I know women's temperament very well, just one look into their eyes to know what they want."
"..." Xia Yibing's brows jumped as she listened.
That was enough - this silly prince, did he realize that there were two women in the room?
Looking at it in a positive way, he really didn't treat them as outsiders?
It seems like it should be a good thing that patients trust their doctors so much...
"So I only move those with ulterior motives." Teni added, "They want money and fame, and I satisfy them... We both get what we need, and I won't treat them unfairly even if we break up."
"Get to the point, Your Highness." Hitzfeld reminded him tactfully that the prelude to his shit was really a bit long.
"That's the point," Turney said.
He tried his best to appear nonchalant, but judging from his pursed lips and the fact that his right leg was raised on tiptoe and trembling slightly, he was more nervous than ever.
"I... In addition to playing in these places, I also go to those less serious places."
"Bitch Street?" Hitzfeld asked.
“…That’s it.”
At this point, Teni finally mustered up his courage. He realized that even if he didn't say anything, the other party would be able to guess what he was going to say, so he just went for broke: "I met a few girls there, they are all very good, and I am particularly satisfied with one of them..."
"She's missing?"
"how do you know!?"
Teni stared at her with wide eyes, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
"Oh, this is my specialty. If I didn't have this ability, I don't think you would come to me."
"You're right!" Teni cheered up.
But before he could open his mouth to add anything, Hitzfeld continued, "You met a girl on Prostitute Street. You may have gotten along very well with her, and you may have even had sex a few times... In that kind of relationship, you didn't take her seriously at first, thinking that she was no different from most girls who approached you for money. But one time when you went to the opera, you unexpectedly discovered that she was also an opera singer with dreams..."
"Gosh!"
Teni jumped up from the sofa.
"Goddess! You are right!" He held his head, "But how could you possibly--"
"That's a little too obvious, Your Highness."
Hitzfeld crossed his hands and placed them on his knees.
"If it hadn't developed like this, you wouldn't have had to say those things before."
"What else can you guess?"
"Like I said before, you came to me so anxiously, probably because... after you sobered up this morning, you suddenly came to your senses and felt that a girl like this should not be let down easily, so you packed up and went to those two places immediately..."
"That's right again!...You sent someone to follow me??"
"No... because you didn't tie your bow tie like this last night. You buttoned one of your sleeves wrong, and you smell like Burmese licorice. You should know that this stuff can relax people to a certain extent, so they like to use it as a hall spice."
"Is this really--"
"But you looked everywhere and couldn't find this person. You also tried to consult everyone who knew her, and found that they knew nothing about this matter either."
Hitzfeld continued, "You might have intended to find her and make an appointment with her before leaving, but this happened suddenly. You felt anxious and frightened, fearing that something had happened to her."
"That's right!" cried Teni, "So I came to find you!"
After he yelled this, the atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.
The young prince stood there in a daze.
He had said everything he wanted to say, and he didn't know what to do next.
"Information, Your Highness."
Xia Yibing stood behind the sofa where the girl was sitting, and couldn't bear to watch it anymore so she wanted to remind him.
"The more detailed information about the person you are looking for, the better."
"Information—yes...information..."
Teni nodded, sat down again and started thinking.
"She's about 19 years old... maybe 22."
"She is very mature. I think it's because she grew up in a poor family."
"She is very beautiful, with black hair and fair skin. Although her figure is flawed, she has a big butt."
"Your Highness, this is not the information we want."
Even Hitzfeld couldn't stand it anymore.
What kind of prince is this?
What a talent.
"What's her name?" She realized she would have to ask it herself.
"Wes!" Teni quickly spit out a name.
"Her name is Ves-Bakinsa!"
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Also during the day.
Chapter 19: Return
After Teni left, Hitzfeld couldn't resist Xia Yibing's nagging, so he fried a few more slices of meat for her.
It’s actually bacon, but the world is different and the name is different. Sarah calls it meat strips.
"You've been eating more recently."
Sitting across the table and watching her eat, Hitzfeld supported himself with his hands.
It wasn't an illusion, but Xia Yibing was indeed eating more and more.
"A holiday is one that requires eating well and sleeping well." The woman was eating with oil dripping from her mouth. She waved her fork and emphasized to her, "What's more, you cooked it! I can even have another plate!"
"No, because eating too much of this is not good for your health." Hitzfeld refused coldly, and then asked her: "What do you think of him?"
"Gulp~" Xia Yibing swallowed the food in her mouth with a mouthful of milk, "Crack~!" She exhaled a breath of relief and said, "Nine out of ten times, it's because her dream was shattered and she sneaked back to her hometown... There shouldn't be too many examples of this."
"You seem to know it very well?"
"Of course, I have accumulated so many years of experience in investigating cases before... and the low-level cases, those that have nothing to do with evil spirits, are mostly mixed with love affairs."
"So you've seen a lot of similar cases." Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes. "How many girls like this have you helped?"
"Not many... only about ten..."
Xia Yibing was quite proud at first, but then she quickly realized that she was courting death.
He looked up in a cold sweat, and sure enough, he saw the girl pursing her lips, with an expression that showed a bit of laughter and a little bit of sarcasm.
"Indeed, I should have thought that Director Xia has extensive experience in this area..."
"I have nothing to do with them." Xia Yibing's expression was tense, and she raised her right hand as if to swear an oath. "I can swear on my faith that if I have ever been entangled with anyone other than you, let me -"
"Okay." Hitzfeld leaned forward and pressed down the hand. "I'm not doubting you. I was just joking."
You'd better...
Xia Yibing wiped the sweat off her forehead, feeling as if she had escaped death.
Maybe Hitzfeld really didn't care, but she had to care to death.
She cares about her too much.
She couldn't bear the slightest possibility that her angel would distance herself from her.
"Tell me more about them?"
After sitting back down, Hitzfeld showed great interest in these things.
"You must know..."
"When it comes to business, there's no reason to evade it." Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows. "Besides, I'm not completely unaware of those shady dealings, the opera house, the traveling theater, and so on... I've been to Fellington once, and you may have forgotten."
Fellington, the Candy Ghost Case. Xia Yibing didn't go with them at the time, she went with Ethan and Darent.
The case was quite interesting, mainly because it allowed her to further understand the existence and history of the mobile theater troupe. The blood and tears buried by time were all revealed in her eyes.
As soon as Xia Yibing heard the word "Fellington", she understood - the mobile theater was much more exaggerated in this respect than opera houses like Wayne. After all, the beautiful girls who made a living on Mermaid Avenue still had admirers and could enjoy flowers and applause from time to time. This kind of life was simply an unattainable dream for the girls who were in the mobile theater.
The starting point at the opera house is the end point of their dreams. Hitzfeld knew about the traveling theater, so this kind of thing was child's play for her.
"This is an industry chain." The woman hesitated for a while before introducing it to her. "Some people specifically select girls with sufficient qualifications from all over the country. This includes mobile theater troupes, but it is not limited to them. They are mainly good at singing, and of course their body shape and appearance are also important. They are brought to Wayne for training. They accumulate popularity from the beginning of the training class, and then, depending on their popularity, they are given premieres in regular theaters every month or every quarter."
"Those who are lucky and popular will naturally have more opportunities. Famous artists will compose music for them, and all they have to do is stand on the stage and sing. The most successful ones don't even have to sell anything. Even the people who recommend them have to look at their faces in the end."
"What about those who are unlucky and unsuccessful?" asked Hitzfeld.
"Didn't Teni tell you?" Xia Yibing spread out one hand. "If the performance of the first show doesn't meet expectations, it will be difficult to schedule it later. Regular theaters are not mobile troupes. Competition there is fierce. In addition to these 'singers', there are also singers who are truly from famous schools. It's up to you whether those people are willing to make room for these girls on the stage."
"You can tell with your feet that you don't want to."
"...That's right. Mermaid Avenue and Casino Prostitute Street are not far away. They have to find another way out."
Xia Yibing frowned as she answered. She couldn't help but look down at the table and saw the girl's legs crossed, with a small black silk foot dangling in the slippers.
But the view soon disappeared, and Hitzfeld noticed what she was looking at and quickly pulled his foot back and put it away.
At the same time, a suspicious blush appeared on her face.
Xia Yibing was stunned, but soon their thoughts were interrupted by a loud car horn.
They all gathered around the glass and looked down, and saw a Golden Lion Beetle similar in specifications to the woman's car parked on the side of the road. The driver's window was quickly rolled down, and the black-clad agent inside immediately waved when he saw this side.
"Who is he?"
"Oscar Miller, the deputy of Team 27." Xia Yibing replied, "Maybe he has something to bother me with... I'll go down there."
"Why don't you let him come up?"
"I don't really want outsiders coming in and out of my house."
Xia Yibing was downstairs for about thirty minutes. When she came back, Hitzfeld had just finished collecting the dishes and was putting on an apron and washing the dishes in the sink.
Even without the sound of running water, it would not be difficult for someone to sneak in. But she remembered the girl's angry look a few times before, and deliberately stomped her feet at the kitchen door.
"what's up?"
Hitzfeld didn't bother to look back.
"It's almost like you guessed." Xia Yibing touched her face, "My 'pure' vacation is about to end."
"Does this mean you can still stay here, but you have to work from home?"
“This is even the best outcome.”
