Hitzfeld even had some weird thoughts after watching it.
Xia's feet should be very beautiful...
Had she also been tickled on the feet by Lu Xier?
While letting her mind wander and comforting him, Hitzfeld kept expressing that she really didn't care.
If she wants to inherit her lady's will, she will definitely have to travel all over the country to solve cases.
In extreme cases, they may even have to go abroad, during which time they will inevitably have to continue to learn and study the subjects of criminal investigation and incense making.
However, the concept of communication studies is so huge and broad that she herself is not a student of this system. She only benefited from having seen similar situations in her previous life. She does not intend to shamelessly write textbooks for this subject according to her own understanding.
No accumulation, no time, and no energy.
Information dissemination is the domain of the state. It is useless to worry about it alone. I believe that after experiencing three waves of disasters, Sarah can understand its importance.
So she just wanted to give it a try.
It would be best if she could succeed, so she would just put her name on the list, explain what she knows and then leave.
It doesn’t matter if it’s not successful, Sarah will find other channels to offer this course.
Maybe Hitzfeld's gaze was too unscrupulous.
Xia Yibing soon realized that she was staring at her legs.
"Does it look good?"
she asked suddenly.
"!"
Hitzfeld was caught off guard.
She never expected that Xia Yibing would ask such a question directly like this.
"Hmm... looks good..."
"Want to touch?"
"I……"
Hitzfeld broke out in a cold sweat.
Is this what Xia Cognition means by “let it be”?
At first she thought the woman was deliberately using tricks to seduce her.
But when she met those sparkling eyes and saw the pure curiosity in those black eyes, she immediately understood that Xia Yibing probably only had a vague understanding in this regard.
Yes, she was so stunned when she kissed me in the Crystal Sea, it is impossible for her to have such a huge change in just a few months...
"You can touch it."
Xia Yibing said very naturally.
"But in exchange, I want to touch you, too."
"Hitzfeld—"
There was a ring of an electric bell downstairs, followed by Darent's shout.
"Come down quickly——"
"You have a new mission—"
Hitzfeld immediately stood up, brushed past the woman and fled.
She even had an illusion.
When Xia Yibing said that, her hand had already touched him...
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Chapter 3 Flight Attendant
After Hitzfeld went downstairs, he looked at Darent, who pointed to the door.
It’s not that he didn’t want to let the guest in without the knowledge of the owner of the house, but considering that the other party taught him how to make cheese fried pork chops, he was willing to give him this face.
Hitzfeld saw his nonchalant expression and knew what he was thinking. He frowned and glared at him, then ordered Ashley, "Stop copying here. Go outside and bring the person here for me."
Ashley was stunned for a moment, then went out happily, and soon brought in a young woman wearing a thick coat, with an anxious and worried face.
Oh, maybe it's not appropriate to call her a woman, because she doesn't even look like she's twenty years old, she just dresses maturely.
"Oh!" She was stunned for a moment after seeing Hitzfeld. She stared at her carefully for a while, then turned her head and stared at Ashley, looking as if she had suddenly realized something.
"So... So this is 'Esun Hitzfeld'? Great, I thought..."
"How offensive!" Darent interrupted, "Why can't 'Esun-Hitzfeld' be me!"
"Ah?" The young woman was stunned again, then her eyes widened: "But I heard that she is a woman!"
"How do you know I'm not a woman?" Darent pinched his tie in a very coquettish manner, raised his eyebrows and gave her a wink: "Hmm~?"
"Maps Darent, get upstairs!"
"It was just a joke... At least give me some face in front of the guests..."
"Right now - Ashley, go and see him, and don't let him leave the room."
Ashley picked up Darent, whose face changed drastically, like a chicken and continued to go upstairs happily.
"I'm sorry to have made you laugh." Hitzfeld turned and bowed to the guest.
"Just find a place to sit. There are some water and snacks here. If you don't mind..."
"No... it's already good!" The young woman had just sat down on the sofa and waved her hands when she heard this. "I came here after eating! Don't prepare anything else... some for winter is good enough!"
She saw clearly that the large plate on the table was piled with fruit slices wrapped in cream, and there were a lot of varieties.
It would be an exaggeration to say that Sarah's conditions in the countryside were so bad that she couldn't even afford fruit, but based on her personal experience, the fact that there were such a rich variety of fruit salads, and that they appeared in winter, was enough to prove that the person she was looking for had considerable financial strength.
This made her feel relieved. Because in her opinion, economic strength is equivalent to connections and military force to a certain extent. Even if she can't get any practical help here, she may be able to find out other channels through the other party.
Not to mention that she was actually lying - she hadn't eaten for about five or six hours, and the street was not easy to find as it was close to the edge of the city, and she had to work hard to find her way here.
So she reached out to take a piece of fruit, but because the fruit was covered with cream and was very slippery, and she was too cautious, she didn't dare to use force with her fingers, and the sticky thing fell onto the table halfway.
"I'm so sorry!" She stood up in panic, her eyes darting around, "I'll go right away—"
"You look a little frightened, Miss Norm."
"Don't be in a hurry. Sit down first. There is a clean handkerchief next to you. Use it to wipe your hands. There should be a bottle of toothpicks on the books in front of you on the left. Just take one out and use it as tableware."
As he spoke, Hitzfeld squatted with his back to the guests and added another handful of firewood to the fireplace.
"Bear!"
The flames in the stove suddenly shot out, accompanied by the roaring sound of burning flames and the crackling sound of burning wood. In the eyes of Jerry Nome, the back figure seemed even more elegant and mysterious.
"You...how do you know my name?" she was shocked.
"It's written on your inner coat." Hitzfeld stood up and sat down lightly opposite the guest. "There are letters on the nameplate on your chest, and I have studied some knowledge about language and writing. The arrangement and combination of these letters...it has to be for a girl and have meaning...considering some common surnames among the people, I guess your name should be Jellie-Nome."
The word may not necessarily match the Chinese character she had in mind, but the pronunciation should be correct.
"Oh my God!" Miss Nome jumped up as if she was frightened, then stood there for a few seconds at a loss. It was only after Hitzfeld's kind words of comfort that she sat down again.
What seems obvious to professionals looks like magic to her.
"You really are as good a detective as he said!"
Miss Nome said with admiration, and her eyes began to look at Hitzfeld with more curiosity.
"I haven't told you these things yet... Can you see anything else?"
"Do you mean that you were a train conductor in Babloos, or that you had actually fallen out with your family and had run away from home, sort of?"
"Oh!" Miss Norm's eyes widened. "You really didn't hear about me beforehand!?"
"I'm obviously not that powerful."
"But! But this kind of thing is also - can you tell me how you did it?"
"A person can lie about his or her profession, but some habits formed in daily work are hard to change." Hitzfeld said, "I have been observing you since you came in. Your clothing combination is very strange, two thick coats plus stockings and high heels. This is not the outfit that most young women would choose in this season. And the way you walk, it is impossible to walk like that without professional and unified training."
"Is that what you can tell from this?"
"If that's the only thing, I can only judge that you might be engaged in the service industry..." Hitzfeld pursed his lips slightly, "But you even have the leisure to ask me these questions, instead of rushing to tell me your purpose. From this, it can be seen that you are not so urgent that you don't even have time to go home - not enough time to change your pants and shoes. So I guess you are not a local, because if the locals have something that is not particularly urgent and want to ask me for help, they will definitely put on their clothes, or simply wait until daytime to come."
"Combine these factors: service industry, non-locals..."
"Since you can make an outsider come to see me dressed like this, I guess your workplace is far away from your home, or you just move around."
"And service staff working on ships are not allowed to wear high heels, so the only option is the train."
"Oh..." Miss Nome exclaimed, "but how did you know I lived in Babrus?"
"It's pure speculation, because I have the habit of paying attention to train schedules... You must have taken today's train. There are only four trains in total at the two stations in Blackwood City today - two from the north and two from the southwest. A train attendant from the north wouldn't dare to wear such thin socks. Continuing to eliminate the options, I can figure out that you can only come from Green Town, Felin Town, Babrus City, Tok City... and so on. Babrus is the two-way terminal of these two trains."
"If I were you."
Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, Hitzfeld smiled with narrowed eyes.
“Then I would definitely consider settling down here.”
Chapter 4: The Green Town Mystery
"How surprising!" Miss Norm was stunned for a long time before she reacted. "Indeed, from what you said, it seems that I was a little too obvious... But how can you judge that I ran away from home?"
As she spoke, she picked up a piece of fruit with a toothpick, put it into her mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it.
"Because the initials on your clothes are not naturally there, they are embroidered. I guess it was done by the elders in your family. They may be worried about you and take this precaution."
"Maybe I asked a tailor to embroider it for me. You know, there are street vendors doing this kind of business in many places..."
"It's impossible for a craftsman to make a mistake in the stitches," Hitzfeld interrupted her. "If they make a mistake, they can just remove the stitches and make corrections. The cost is not high. It won't do them any good to let this work spread."
Miss Norm looked down at the letters embroidered on her left chest and discovered that the edge of one of the letters was indeed protruding.
But she still refused to accept it: "I can also embroider it myself..."
"Stop," Hitzfeld interrupted her suddenly.
"Hmm?" Miss Norm paused immediately.
"Look at your hand now. Doesn't this toothpick look like a needle?"
"Hmm?" Miss Norm was even more confused.
"It's still the habit I mentioned before. Someone who is good at sewing obviously wouldn't use such rough movements to fiddle with a toothpick."
"...Don't you think this explanation is a bit far-fetched?"
"But considering how you just sat down, Miss Norm." Hitzfeld leaned back on the sofa with his hands folded, "You look like someone who comes from a well-off family and has never done much work."
"If a normal family is not extremely short of money, they probably won't let a child like you rent a house in Babrus alone. So I guess your family may not agree with you taking this job. Your real home is probably not in Babrus, but in other transit cities that these two buses pass through."
The young woman blushed now.
She knew that it was her clumsy behavior that betrayed the information.
"I have no problem with that," she said sincerely. "You are indeed an excellent detective, Miss Hitzfeld."
"Great, it looks like we can get down to business." Hitzfeld raised the corner of his mouth.
She had not meant to frighten her guests—even though she knew that such pedantry was impolite.
But how to say it.
She could tell that the other party wanted her help with something, but her young age and... unusual appearance were too deceptive in the detective industry, and it was common for employers to suspect her.
So even if she doesn't understand what the favor is, even if she hasn't agreed to do it, she still has to give the other party a heads-up and show her what she can do.
Only when the other party truly admires and obeys her skill, will he or she honestly do what she asks when she agrees to help, thus avoiding stupid accidents to the greatest extent.
She has seen too many accidents and deaths. If possible, she really doesn't want to repeat them again.
