So she wanted to go and take a look. The "take a look" here did not mean "must save people" in her initial subjective mind.
Second: What did the lady mean by her last words?
There are hints in the analysis of Mo Shui's psychological activities that Ivan, the nightmare man, can be controlled by the Madam, so Hitzfeld was fine after being hit that time. It was just that the Madam broke through the influence of "Ivan"'s personality and forcibly interfered, and the blow was very light.
Combined with the fact that his wife wrote a letter to trick her into escaping to Wayne.
Later he angrily asked her why she came back.
At that moment, Hitzfeld realized that his suspicion was absurd, because the lady would never exchange her life for Anna.
Okay, I won’t explain more hidden things. It’s boring to talk too much.
I will take a day off tomorrow to sort out the subsequent stories in detail.
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Chapter 1: Intruder
1983, April 12.
Almost a month has passed since the plague known as "lignobosis" struck Blackwood.
Under the jurisdiction of more and more troops, black-clad policemen, and newly deployed knights of the Mechanical Sun Order, the whole city gradually became full of worldly vitality again.
For this month, Hitzfeld was free.
Not long after Shadow Lion's men left, she received another letter from Horn Gold Shop, which stated that they would send a specialist to 12 Flo Street in the near future to have her sign a series of renewal documents in person.
For example, whether to handle the maintenance of the house by yourself.
For example, whether to continue to let all the deposits lie there.
At that time, Hitzfeld was still immersed in the sadness of the "empty house" and had no interest in all this. She only knew that with Xia Yibing by her side, the other party could not play any tricks, so she just glanced at all the documents and signed her name.
After doing all this, Xia Yibing left.
As the last Shadow Lion agent stationed in close quarters on Flo Street, she asked the girl to prepare herself mentally.
"The house and the things are definitely left to you, but because of the Golem Curse... you can't use them in the short term, which means you are not allowed to take them away from here."
"The organization and the cult will send the most professional people here to review. Only after the review results come out and prove that they are really harmless, will all these restrictions be lifted."
"I want you to stay with me."
Hitzfeld spoke to her directly.
After all...it should be said that she has only made a few friends since she opened her eyes here.
Moreover, the two of them had experienced life and death together, and they could both say that they had saved each other's lives. She thought that this relationship had surpassed that of "ordinary friends" and that she could treat her as a confidant.
"I have stayed in Blackwood for a long time..." The woman shook her head, "Although I would like to, Hitzfeld... but I can't. I really can't."
She was also unhappy about having to leave, but that was the rule and she had to abide by it if she wanted to stay in this industry.
Sitting in the car driven by Ethan, the woman leaned out of the window, suddenly put her hand on her lips, and blew a distant kiss to the girl.
"The days are longer in the summer..."
"I'll come visit you next summer if I'm free."
The car drove away as Hitzfeld watched.
"Something doesn't seem like you."
Ethan muttered quietly in the driver's seat.
"Lilith taught her more than just a lesson."
The woman leaned back in her seat and looked up at the vibrating roof of the car.
"No... I should say that they taught me a lesson together, letting me know that tears can also have such power..."
Watching the other person disappear completely, Hitzfeld knew that she was now completely alone.
Legal protection has officially come into effect.
She became the joint owner of three houses: 12 Flo Street, 221 Iris Street in Port Wein, and Hitzfeld Manor in the suburb of Blackwood.
Even now, she doesn't know what to do with the property.
Until someone from the Library - Wheel of Fortune - came to find her, the house and herself would remain under surveillance by the new agent.
She was forbidden to leave home too far, and except for necessary trips to buy water and food, she was not even allowed to go to church.
All Hitzfeld could do was stay at home quietly, read the books in the study and cellar every day, and exercise as much as possible to improve himself.
The training is not limited to marksmanship.
Also including her physical strength.
Looking back on what happened in the cemetery, Hitzfeld was still troubled by the several falls.
She didn't want to rely on her luck every time. In order to prevent similar situations from happening again, she had to exercise her body well, or at least get used to making precise and accurate movements in a crisis.
On the morning of the 30th, she stood on the front steps.
Fireworks exploded in the sky not far away. They were not very obvious against the blue sky, but the lively sound was undoubtedly conveyed.
December, ice moon.
Thursday, today is the last day of the Ice Moon.
No one has come to the library yet, and she estimates that they will not come this year.
As soon as tonight passes, it will be a new year, and the wheel of time will completely pass through 1983 and come to January 1984, which is the new moon.
Speaking of this, Sarah's monthly division is very interesting, and the name of each month is very distinctive.
Hitzfeld made a table to memorize and get used to it as quickly as possible:
New Moon (January)
Bud Moon (February)
Flower Moon (March)
Rainy month (April)
Brumby (May)
Steaming month (June)
Thermidor (July)
Hot month (August)
Full Moon (September)
Frost Moon (October)
Ramadan (November)
Ice Moon (December)
Very romantic, this name reminded her of the French Republic during the Napoleonic era.
In the sky, fireworks continue.
Tonight is New Year's Eve, and nearby residents can't wait to start preparing for the celebration.
Hitzfeld knew this night was going to be hard.
The Weir family's house has been auctioned off and has a new owner, a young businessman in his 30s who has a beautiful new wife and a toddler son.
It is conceivable that the sound of fireworks exploding at night and the laughter coming from next door must have hurt her, making her feel even more lonely and cold.
To comfort himself, Hitzfeld decided to buy something nice to eat.
Caishikou was recovering its prosperity. She went out with money and a basket, picked out fresh fruits and vegetables, meat and dairy products, and went to the newly opened "Sweet Lover" pastry shop opposite to buy a piece of honey cake.
This store is located at the location of Griman's Pharmacy and is said to be a national chain. The rapid recovery of prosperity in the vicinity is directly related to its free distribution of disaster relief bread.
"Good morning, Hitzfeld!"
"Good morning, Miss Hitzfeld."
"Good morning."
"Good morning."
The girl was wearing a black dress, and all the people waiting in line for bread greeted her enthusiastically as soon as they saw her.
Under Shadow Lion's manipulation, almost all the residents of this generation were replaced. These people did not know Hitzfeld before they moved in, but how should I put it... they also heard that the previous owner of No. 12 Flo Street was a well-known undertaker.
Then Miss Asoun-Hitzfeld must be an apprentice undertaker.
You know, not everyone is happy to deal with the dead. The status of funeral directors has always been high among the people, enough to be on par with professions such as doctors and teachers.
Nodding in response to those people, Hitzfeld went straight home after shopping.
"She is so beautiful..."
There were some whispers behind me.
"It's a pity that he is blind, otherwise he wouldn't have to do this job..."
They debated whether she was really blind.
There was discussion about whether the collar around her neck was some kind of "ritual" to suppress evil spirits.
Talking about her figure as gentle as the spring breeze.
People were discussing whether she would inherit the tradition of her predecessors and continue the funeral business.
Hitzfeld was indifferent to all this.
Go home, change your shoes, and start preparing dinner.
Slice tomatoes, cucumbers, and apples and put them in an ice box to keep them fresh.
Slice the fresh meat, flatten it with the back of a knife, coat it with egg liquid and breadcrumbs, and deep-fry it in hot oil.
The rich aroma quickly spread throughout the kitchen, making her feel much better.
The food is indeed not to be missed.
Hitzfeld felt that this sentence was full of philosophy.
She weighed out eight slices of rich, plump fried pork chops and laid them out.
Then take the frozen fruits and vegetables out of the box and sprinkle the melted cheese and sugar on them.
Finally, take out the heated honey cake and two slices of baked wheat bread from the oven.
A sumptuous dinner is ready.
There was a lot of food, and Hitzfeld knew she wouldn't be able to finish it in one meal.
But don't forget that she doesn't need to sleep. Normal people eat three meals a day, but she has to eat four meals a day, and the leftover food can be saved for night.
Hitzfeld happily carried the tray upstairs and pushed open the door of the study.
Then she froze.
Because she saw a skinny middle-aged man in a black suit sitting at the desk.
"Good evening, Hitzfeld."
The middle-aged man raised his hat to her, but his eyes were fixed on the plate in her hand.
"I'm from the library, and I've been asked by my superiors to come and discuss some future matters with you..."
Chapter 2: Hope in Dreams
Half an hour later, Hitzfeld sat opposite him, his hands on his chin, watching the man expressionlessly as he wolfed down all the fried pork chops.
It’s not that I feel bad about money.
The property left to her by the lady was very rich. Excluding the deposit, there was more than 2000 goli in cash in this house. As long as she maintained her current lifestyle, she could eat this kind of dinner for the rest of her life.
The main thing was that - they were meant to be a treat for herself - the feeling was a little off-putting.
