My magic panel is too numerical.

The Moretti family home is a large estate, with a staircase integrated into the fireplace that leads directly to the master bedroom, and further on are the guest rooms.

The villa has undergone significant expansion, divided into an east wing and a west wing. Serena stayed in the east wing, but unfortunately, there were no guest rooms in the east wing.

Perhaps Miss Raven is right; Pharos missed the chance to see Miss Serena in her pajamas, which was indeed one of the biggest failures of his life.

"God, do I still have a chance?" Pharos cried, distraught. "What will become of my life... Waaah..."

"Ah, baby, don't cry, don't cry, drink your milk." Miss Crow stretched out her multicolored black wings and hugged Pharos. "It's okay, when I find my body again, I'll wear it for you!"

"You?" Pharos looked at the dark-skinned Miss Raven. "There's no need for that, ugh..."

"Fine, Pharos, don't push your luck! You'll regret this later!"

The guest rooms are in the Renaissance Baroque style, with gilded lace everywhere, clear light and shadow, luxurious and complicated, which is said to be the popular court style.

Fog has rolled in outside the window, and the bright moon is shrouded in mist.

The room faces south and has good natural light.

The courtyard is downstairs, and gang members patrol everywhere.

Pharos discovered that from this angle, one could appreciate Miss Serena's morning exercise even without getting out of bed.

"Well, it's not bad if we can't catch the criminal. It's quite nice to just eat and stay at Moretti's house for free," Pharos said.

"Pharos, your mentality is beyond saving! I hope you'll say the same thing when the fight breaks out later..." Miss Raven rubbed her head.

"With so many people guarding the door, even if that 'Agent' lady wanted to kill me, she'd probably be skinned alive."

Now that things have come to this, Pharos is curious about how the murderer will come knocking on his door.

Could it be the white giant from Paul's memory?

Farrow is unsure; as of now, it is still unknown how Detective Simon was killed.

"Bang bang bang"

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Knocking on the door in the middle of the night?

"Who is it?" Pharos asked somewhat nervously.

"Mr. Pharos, I'm Enzo Moretti. I'm sorry I couldn't greet you earlier. Would it be convenient for you to open the door?"

A young man's voice came from outside the door.

His voice had lost its youthful naiveté; he sounded older than Pharos, but far more energetic.

In comparison, Pharos seemed to be the older one.

Pharos is a relaxed and lazy person, and not very good at communicating with this kind of person.

When he was studying at the Holy Temple Academy, there was a similar energetic weirdo who claimed to be Pharos's best friend every day, which annoyed him quite a bit.

What does it mean that young master Enzo is listless during the day and doesn't sleep at night?

Pharos looked at Miss Raven with a question in mind.

Miss Crow shook her head and said, "I think we should avoid all unstable factors."

Upon hearing this, Pharos nodded; he too had a bad feeling.

At the same time, Miss Christina's words came to mind: "When the 'spirit' is powerful enough, intuition is the truth."

Is Pharos's own "spirit" considered strong?

He considers himself not so much powerful as to be exceptional, but certainly unique.

If you want to express your gratitude in person, any time is fine. Why choose the most dangerous time of year?

Pharos chose to trust his spiritual intuition and didn't open the door, saying cautiously, "Sorry, I'm a little tired today. Can we talk about it tomorrow?"

"Is it because of me? I'm so sorry to have put you in this crisis," Enzo said remorsefully.

"It's what we should do. It's a deal between us. You pay me, and our detective agency provides you with intelligence," Faros said softly through the door, his tone feigning exhaustion.

Outside the door, Enzo seemed to sigh: "I'm sorry that saving me led to Detective Simon's death and forced you to hide here. This is something the Moretti family owes you. I, Enzo Moretti, have divinely inspired that I will repay this debt of gratitude."

Enzo is quite shrewd, or rather, the Moretti family is all very shrewd.

"It's not about repaying you; your protection of me is also part of the deal."

"No! Family is family, and private matters are private matters. I will definitely repay your kindness."

A wicked thought inexplicably popped into Pharos's mind, and he tentatively asked, "Hmm? Does that include photos of your sister in her pajamas?"

"Ah!" Enzo paused for a moment. "This might be a bit... not quite right, but if she agrees... well, it still doesn't seem quite right, my father will kill me."

What's the point of saying anything then?

Pharos raised an eyebrow.

The cameras of this era do not have the ability to capture snapshots or take quick shots, which is indeed a bit difficult, but Pharos didn't expect it anyway; it was just an excuse to reject Enzo.

"Pharos, you're acting up again." Miss Raven was speechless. "If you're so captivated by Serena, I can't even imagine what you'd do to me if you saw my true form! I feel incredibly insecure right now!"

It's just human nature, isn't it?

Pharos twitched his lips, almost believing Miss Raven's nonsense.

Enzo, standing outside the door, seemed hesitant to speak.

But as they talked, Pharos discovered a blind spot that had been overlooked for a time.

"Wait, how do you know Detective Simon is dead?"

If I remember correctly, the housekeepers and maids were very reluctant to tell Enzo the truth: that the Godfather and Luca had been with him all along, and they would never reveal it.

So how did Enzo know this?

Two possibilities.

That bastard has been pretending to be asleep.

Or, this guy just talked himself crazy.

"Oh, oh, it's like this, let me explain..." Enzo said in a flustered tone, trying to cover up his mistake.

But at the same time, a metallic scraping sound came from the door:

"Click"

Suddenly, the sound of a key being inserted into the lock was heard.

Enzo's voice changed from panicked to sinister: "...You're really cunning, just as annoying as Serena."

As the doorknob turned, Pharos's face immediately turned ugly.

"What a pity. If you had been less vigilant like that detective, you could have died without pain," Enzo said flippantly.

We were careless; we never expected our defenses to crumble from within.

This is Enzo's house, so it's not surprising that he has a key.

However, after being tricked, Pharos was still a little scared.

So, is this Enzo the murderer who killed Detective Simon?

But Pharos really couldn't understand what this guy's motives were; too many doubts surfaced in an instant.

A pervert who peels off people's faces?

What was the point of him killing Paul?

This whole thing has been illogical from beginning to end.

But he didn't have time to think about that. Whether it was Enzo or someone else, Pharos's mission was already complete.

The fish has taken the bait. All that's needed is to shout for help, and all the mafia and priests will swarm in and arrest the person.

Even if the Moretti family doesn't dare to lay a hand on this young master, Miss Christina won't hold back.

No one could possibly escape the inescapable trap meticulously laid by that "proxy" lady.

So, Pharos took a deep breath and shouted with all his might, "Help!"

"Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Help!"