The villain daughter did all kinds of things

However, the detective didn't just stand by and watch. The assistant certainly didn't dare to offend this young lady, but the detective knew who could appease her and prevent her from going too far.

So after Emery entered Langdon's detention cell, the agent immediately went to Mengmeng's office and told her what had happened in the detention cell.

"...That guy, he's always causing me trouble!"

As expected, Mengmeng wasn't afraid of Emerald at all. She just complained helplessly and then quickly followed the agent to the detention room.

From afar, Mengmeng saw Marcy and Sulina standing on either side of the detention cell door. An uninformed person might have thought that the two of them were the agents in charge of guarding Landon.

"Hi, Sissi. Hi, Ms. Pauline."

Mengmeng was somewhat familiar with the women around Amelie. She greeted them first, then reached out and opened the door to the detention cell.

Marcy and Sulina simply smiled and nodded at Mengmeng, without stopping her.

As soon as the door opened, those outside heard the sounds of punches and kicks coming from inside, along with Amelie's spoiled and arrogant shouts:

"You old bastard! You dare laugh at me! You dare bully Mengmeng! I'll beat you to death!"

Then came the sounds of fists hitting flesh, as well as various noises of tables and chairs overturning and glass containers shattering.

"Stop hitting! Stop hitting! What are you doing here causing trouble? Do you really think the FBI headquarters is your own manor? You think you can do whatever you want?"

Mengmeng rushed in to try and stop Emery, but it seemed to be too late. Old Man Langdon had already been beaten black and blue and looked terrible.

Seeing Langdon in such a miserable state, Mengmeng suddenly felt much better. She wanted to laugh out loud, wanted to curse Langdon along with Amelie, and even wanted to kick him a couple of times.

However, her duty as an investigator made Mengmeng restrain her thoughts, and she persuaded and coaxed Amelie out of the detention room.

"Hmph, beating that old guy up definitely makes me feel much better."

Emerald seemed to be in a better mood. Instead of letting Mengmeng leave, she grabbed Mengmeng's wrist.

"Come on, darling, I'll take you to the Drunken Red Pavilion to listen to music."

"What nonsense are you spouting now? I've already told you this is the FBI!"

Mengmeng, embarrassed and annoyed, tried to pull her hand back, but found she couldn't.

"Let me go! I need to get to work!"

"Your job now is to appease me."

Emerald remained unmoved and pulled Mengmeng towards the exit of the Investigation Bureau:

"Otherwise, if I act recklessly and go beat up old man Langdon again, who can stop me?"

"You...tsk."

Helpless, Mengmeng had no choice but to abandon her plan to go back to work and first try to appease the capricious young lady who was throwing a tantrum.

As Amelie left with Mengmeng and the others, and the door to the detention room closed again before the magical monitoring could be activated, the old man Langdon in the room suddenly smiled slightly and looked at a purple rhombus-shaped crystal the size of a peanut in his palm.

This purple rhombus-shaped crystal was the one that Emery had secretly slipped to him while she was punching and kicking old man Langdon.

"...At least that young lady has some conscience; it wasn't a waste of time to work with her for so long."

After muttering something under his breath, old man Langdon didn't hesitate any longer and swallowed the purple rhombus-shaped crystal in one gulp.

Others might not know, but old man Langdon did. The young lady's most proficient magic was not the holy magic she often used in front of outsiders, but necromancy.

Although old man Langdon couldn't fully understand the function of the purple rhombus crystal, he could guess some of its effects.

Combined with Emery's previous statements in court...

"That young lady, she wouldn't really be planning to wait until I die, capture my soul, seal it in a magical artifact, and use it as her technical advisor, would she?"

The more Langdon thought about it, the more likely it seemed that Emery had both the motivation and the ability to do so.

But this ending isn't so bad. Even if the court ultimately sentences him to death with immediate execution, he might still have a chance to see the day his ideals come true, or even offer some help.

. . . . .

On the other side, Amelie really took Mengmeng to the Drunken Red Mansion.

Since it's not peak mealtime, many of the girls in the restaurant are still idle.

Emerald ordered four beautiful women dressed in white gauze dresses to perform oriental-style songs and dances for her in the private room, while she herself, served by Marcy, ate fruit and snacks and drank fine wine with Mengmeng.

Mengmeng was very relaxed; since she was already out having fun, she was just enjoying herself to the fullest.

When one of the beauties in a white gauze dress fell into Mengmeng's arms while dancing, Mengmeng skillfully put her arm around the waist, clinked glasses with her, and accepted her fancy toast.

Upon seeing this, Emery raised an eyebrow:

"You're pretty skilled at this, Mengmeng. Looks like you've done this a lot before?"

"You become like the company you keep; I learned all that from you."

Mengmeng first replied confidently, then shrugged:

"You know the nature of my job... When it's necessary for a case, I'll pretend to be a rich young lady like you and come to a place like this. If I don't know a thing or two, wouldn't I easily give myself away?"

"That's more like it. Mengmeng, you should take a good rest and travel around. Stop thinking about that old man Langdon every day."

While gesturing for the beauties to continue refilling Mengmeng's wine, Amelie also took a sip from the glass handed to her by Marcy.

“Mengmeng, you’ve done an excellent job. As an investigator, you’ve done everything you could in the Langdon case. Whatever happens to Langdon, you should accept it with a relaxed attitude.”

"I understand the truth, but..."

Mengmeng took another sip of wine, her eyes turning a little red:

"When I think about the horrific scene I witnessed in that old bastard's lab, I wish I could immediately start brainstorming ideas for him... Sometimes I really envy you, being able to do whatever you want, acting recklessly without considering any consequences."

"Don't worry, don't worry, that old Langdon will definitely not have a good end."

Emery continued to have the beauties pour wine for Mengmeng, while changing the subject:

"Speaking of which, Mengmeng, are you interested in painting? There's a big art exhibition at the [Moon Raven] Exhibition Hall tomorrow, how about we go check it out together?"

"...Art exhibition? The one from the art association?"

Upon hearing this, Mengmeng's expression turned somewhat strange:

"Don't you have a grudge against the Arts Association? Are you sure you're here to see an art exhibition? You're not planning to smash up the venue, are you?"

"Mengmeng, have you had too much to drink? How could a lady like me do something so rude?"

Emery rolled her eyes at Mengmeng, not mentioning a word about how she had just stormed into the investigation bureau and beaten up old man Langdon.

"Although the art exhibition was organized by the Art Association, the owner of the [Moon Raven] venue is my Melson Entertainment, and the security personnel on site are also from Melson Security... Why would I want to sabotage my own venue?"

"You can even collaborate with the arts association? Uh... it doesn't seem like it's impossible."

Mengmeng paused for a moment, then sighed:

"I'm so used to your willful and capricious ways that I almost forgot you're a capitalist. It's quite normal for you to cooperate with your enemies as long as you can make money... Alright, in that case, I'll go with you to see that art exhibition tomorrow."

"Then it's settled!"

Amelie immediately beamed with joy and continued to clink glasses and drink with Mengmeng.

The two then drank and listened to music while chatting about fashion and gossip. Before long, as the peak dining time arrived, Zuihonglou was once again packed with guests.

Emery and the others were still in the VIP room on the third floor.

These VIP rooms are all specially magically enhanced, allowing people inside to clearly see everything in the lobby and hear the sounds of the guests on the first floor and the stage, while those outside cannot see or hear anything happening inside.

It's common knowledge that people, especially men, often enjoy discussing so-called "world affairs" while drinking and eating. And today, the biggest event in Sphinx is undoubtedly the public trial of Langdon.

The guests on the first floor soon began discussing old man Langdon, and their voices were clearly heard in Amelie's private room.

To Mengmeng's dismay, many people actually supported Langdon's suggestion, believing that it would be best to let Langdon produce the research results before executing him.

Unfortunately, the existence of magic rejecters is one of the biggest social problems in the entire human kingdom, and also the biggest headache for the federal government every year.

Ordinary people are always worried about whether their children will be affected... After all, even if two mages have a child, the child might be a magic rejecter, and no one can guarantee that they won't be cursed.

Solving this problem completely is what the people want.

Furthermore, those cubs who died as test subjects in old man Langdon's laboratory were marginalized among magic-repelling cubs. No one cared for them, no one loved them, and no one paid attention to them. Many of them were even abandoned by their own parents.

It's a common human trait to like pointing fingers from a supposedly rational perspective when one's own interests and emotions haven't been harmed.

Mengmeng's mood, which had just started to improve, was immediately ruined by these comments.

Seeing this, Emery sighed inwardly and could only ask the clerk for the bill. She then tried to take the slightly drunk Mengmeng home to play the game of the beautiful female investigator drunk in her mansion.

Unfortunately, Mengmeng saw through Amelie's intentions, rolled her eyes at her, and went home by herself. However, she also confirmed once again that she would accompany Amelie to the art exhibition tomorrow.

Now that Amelie had taken full charge of the matter between the family and old man Langdon, she planned to finish dealing with it before leaving Sphinx.

The trial verdict would be delayed by a week, which was not unexpected for Emerald, so she planned to use the time to try to do something else.

The sudden and ruthless killing of Su Lina by the art association seems somewhat illogical.

The only explanation Emery could think of was that the president of the Arts Association personally appointed him, but the motive remained a mystery.

Naturally, Emerald thought of what happened to her sister Sulina back then. Although it was just a guess based on intuition, Emerald believed that this matter was likely related to Sulina's current situation.

It's been almost seven years since Sulina's sister, Sulinsa, perished, making any investigation of the scene completely impractical. Sulinsa's soul has also been utterly annihilated, rendering even the most advanced necromancy useless.

So Emery decided to start by looking for clues in her own home.

Just like in her previous life, Emerald had little interest in art in this life, so she didn't have a deep impression of Sulinsa before her accident and death. She only knew that Sulinsa was a well-known artist invited by a relative to perform, and that she would always bring some young and beautiful dancers to help the Melson family entertain guests.

That relative must have a good relationship with Su Linsa. In Amelie’s memory, Su Linsa was a regular at the Melson family’s events. She would appear to entertain almost every time the Melsons held a social ball or similar event.

So after returning to Melson Manor, Emerald asked Marcy and Sulina to wait at her residence while she went to her parents' residence to ask her father, Pias, about the situation.

"Little Ellie, you're also interested in the truth behind Sulinsa's demise? Oh... it's because of that girl performing the song and dance next to you, isn't it? I heard she's Sulinsa's sister?"

Pias paused for a moment, then looked at Emerald with a playful smile:

"I never expected that my sister and my daughter would both fall for the dancers of the Bolin family."

"???"

This statement contained a lot of information. Emery was initially shocked, and then couldn't help but ask out of curiosity:

"Father, do you mean that one of my aunts has that kind of relationship with Sulinsa? Is it Aunt Frey or Aunt Cynthia?"

"Of course it's your Aunt Cynthia. Your Aunt Frey is doing a good job as a noblewoman in the Lohid family. Only Cynthia, who has similar tastes to you, would do something like this."

Pias smiled, then thought for a moment and said:

“If I remember correctly, your Aunt Cynthia and that Su Linsha were classmates, both graduating from the Federal Noble Girls’ Academy. However, unlike you and your senior, Cynthia and Su Linsha were in the same year, and they had a good relationship in school.”

"Later, Su Linsha was able to become popular so quickly. On the surface, it was all due to her own efforts, but in reality, it would have been impossible without your Aunt Cynthia's help."

“You know what? After watching the movie you made, ‘Singing Girl,’ Cynthia complained to me that the plot was completely made up. She said that Su Linsha’s career back then wasn’t that smooth, and she faced a lot of covetousness and unfair competition behind the scenes… It’s just that your Aunt Cynthia quietly took care of most of those who opposed Su Linsha, and outsiders don’t know about it.”

"Is there such a thing?"

Emery was shocked again, and then asked, somewhat embarrassed, the question:

"Could it be that Su Linsha's eventual demise was due to her relationship with her aunt going too far? Did she commit suicide to avoid implicating her aunt?"

"Of course not. Although your aunt loves to play, she's not that out of line. At least she likes Su Linsha quite a bit."

Pias immediately rejected this worst-case scenario, then sighed:

"So when Su Linsha had that accident, your Aunt Cynthia was heartbroken for a long time. It took her almost half a month to get over her depression and start dating new girlfriends."

"Besides, all these years later, Cynthia has never given up investigating the truth behind Sulinsa's death. If you, Ellie, also want to investigate, you can ask your Aunt Cynthia for help. With your combined abilities, you might actually be able to find out the truth."

"...Understood, I'll go and have a good talk with Aunt Cynthia."

Amelie nodded, chatted with Pias for a few more minutes about other things, and then took her leave.

Cynthia Melson, Emerald's youngest aunt, is still unmarried. She is also currently the most powerful underworld matriarch in the entire Allen Federation, and the head of the Dessert Gang.

Chapter 209 Godmother and Queen of Heaven

Amelie always had mixed feelings about her Aunt Cynthia.

When Emerald was little, her Aunt Cynthia treated her very well, often giving her interesting little gifts and playing with her.

When she was little, Amelie also enjoyed playing with her Aunt Cynthia, because her Aunt Cynthia was a gang leader with a group of hot and daring young women under her command... As a child, Amelie loved the feeling of being surrounded and pampered by a group of beautiful older sisters.

However, around the time Amelie was thirteen or fourteen, when she entered puberty and her body began to develop, she noticed that something was wrong with her Aunt Cynthia.

On the surface, nothing seemed amiss, but every time Aunt Cynthia played games like kissing, hugging, and lifting people up high, a certain twisted emotion deep in her eyes could not be hidden, at least not from Emery.

Although Cynthia Melson is a great beauty with a good figure and looks, Cynthia is Emerald's aunt! Emerald isn't some one-armed, eagle-riding man surnamed Yang, so she's really not into that kind of thing.

So from then on, Emerald deliberately avoided her aunt.