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Victorique’s Dream Interpretation – Part 02

Meanwhile, Victorique stood watch at the entrance of the apartment building, surveying the surroundings.

She brought her gold pipe to her lips and blew wisps of white smoke into the winter night sky. Her emerald green eyes, sharp as a predator’s, glinted as they sucked in the darkness.

“This is quite the challenge,” she remarked, removing the pipe from her lips. “It appears this case is more complex than I initially imagined. Who would have thought we would get entangled in Little Italy’s gang scene and start chasing after some renowned psychologist?” She chuckled derisively.

Cold, pale moonlight poured from the heavens. Victorique’s resplendent silver hair shimmered, and the voluminous five-tiered ruffles of her coat undulated like the waves of the nocturnal sea.

“But if Dr. G.I. Boleid is indeed involved, the next question would be the motive, Kujou. Hmm? Kujou? That incompetent attendant of mine. What’s taking him so long?”

Muttering under her