People who study science are very self-aware.
Hitzfeld licked her lips. She found this opening statement quite comfortable to read.
She was indeed not familiar with Pauldlak, the dean of the Dream City Physics Institute. When Nosa Ferdinand got into trouble, she tried to ask him for help, but Pauldlak found reasons to refuse.
She knew why the other party did this. It was simply because she felt that Ferdinand would be better off dead given his condition at the time, and death would be the greatest kindness to him.
Hitzfeld could understand this idea and approach, but she still couldn't accept it, so after the death ticket case was over, she had little contact with the Dream City employees.
There were a few occasions, also through Priscilla, when she seemed to have taken herself out of the system.
She continued reading the letter and found out why Paul Drake contacted her.
[It is because of the new invention you mentioned.]
[I heard from the principal that you have gained some insights into spiritualism and mysticism, and have combined them with chemistry and practical science. You can create something that can be used to purify a kind of energy from the gray fog.]
[So you can imagine that this letter is inevitable - they will eventually ask Bixiu and I to do this, but for the specific details, involving theory, some guidance, we may need your help.]
Paul Drake was too polite.
Hitzfeld blushed.
She knew her own strengths and weaknesses very well. To be frank, apart from her talent as a detective, she was far behind those two people in physics, chemistry and engineering.
Judging from Paul Drake's wording, he seemed embarrassed to write it this way.
But he still wrote it.
Is this an apology?
Apologise for refusing to help Ferdinand?
In comparison, she was not surprised that the other party mentioned "the principal" seriously.
Grace, the only one possessed by a spirit.
Yes, except for a few "lucky ones", most people still don't know the truth.
Later, Hitzfeld quickly glanced through the letter and confirmed that Pauldrack was just forced to be polite to her before.
Because the polite part only took up the first two short paragraphs, and the rest of the text was long sections of applied physics knowledge and mathematical formulas, she felt a headache just looking at the punctuation marks.
He knew that he must have been prompted to use the white mountain eagle to deliver the letter to the manor, and combined with what he said about the principal... was it Pusangsi?
Priscilla is still playing the role of Grace, it’s just a matter of how long she appears on screen.
And at the end of the second piece of letter paper, she saw "great changes".
[I am Grace.]
“…” She couldn’t help it and her eyelids were twitching.
Pussyons, do you find this fun to play?
[Oh, I know you might blame me for involving these people, but you also know that I can't let you continue to play tricks on yourself.]
[Don’t forget that this is your vacation. You should take a good rest instead of worrying about the outside world every day.]
[You should have seen that white eagle, I call him 'Pearl'. He can smell if there's something wrong with another bird - if he sees something wrong he'll tear it apart and eat it. You can use him as a test to see if that owl is clean.]
Hitzfeld put down the letter and found that the white eagle was staring at several bird cages opposite.
The owl was still squatting in the cage and sleeping soundly. Only the gray pigeon and two winter sparrows were trembling under its pressure, not daring to breathe.
[Then there is the investigation of that material... turn the letter over.]
Hitzfeld did so and saw a pen sketch on the back.
This is a portrait of a thin man with prominent cheekbones, deep eye sockets and very distinct facial features.
[…At present, only this person has been found. He should be the one who put the package at No. 72 Nandou Street.]
Chapter 33: Doctor Warfield
Hitzfeld had to admit that they were extremely efficient, as they were able to get to this point in such a short time - just a few days, and even draw a portrait of the suspect through the testimony of witnesses.
But it is useless to just find out these.
There is only one portrait, and the clue ends here.
Who is this person's contact, where does he come from, and where is he hiding? No matter how the Shadow Lions and the Tree People investigate, they have no clue.
For this reason, "Grest" emphasized to her that the current Kuroki City might not be safe. Ni Rikui had suffered defeat at her hands several times, and it was not ruled out that they would retaliate against her personally.
Behind him, she suggested that Hitzfeld should not go out during this period, and once again emphasized that she should be recuperating at home now. If she had any needs, she could write to her via carrier pigeons and "Pearls", and as long as it was not too excessive, she would find a way to satisfy her.
[If you really want to go out and hang out,] she wrote at the end of the letter, [Then I'll give you an address: No. 113 Jinshui Road.]
[It's located in the northernmost part of Blackwood City, a little far from where you are. There lives an old friend of mine, who is in the same business as Connie - he is particularly good at giving people psychological and emotional advice.]
[You can go and talk to him, maybe it will cheer you up.]
[. Don’t forget to bring Walnut with you, she’s the most reliable bodyguard you can find.]
"No. 113 Jinshui Road." Hitzfeld rubbed the letter paper with his fingers and glanced at the address again.
The letter involved many secrets, and this time she was sure that the origin of the letter was 100% reliable.
Then this address is probably 100% reliable.
Looking out the window, Hitzfeld decided to go over and check the door if the weather was good in the afternoon.
……
It was sunny in the afternoon.
It wasn't a warm sun, and the temperature was even colder than when the sun just came out, but at least there was no wind or snow.
Hitzfeld put on a pair of thicker black tights over the original tights, added a light brown thick coat and a white scarf over the black long skirt, put on the hat, took the white whale and change, and prepared to go out.
Almost the whole family is going out this time. Not only is she going, but Hu Tao is going, and she is also planning to take Lily with her.
The inconvenience of having a dog is that you always have to spend time walking it. Lily happened to be no ordinary dog. She was tired of playing on the large lawn of the manor and always looked forward to sneaking out.
Considering that a powerful enemy had invaded the manor and a dog alone would not be able to guard anything, Hitzfeld simply took it with him and even put a collar and leash on it.
Walnut was still wearing a pure black dress. She put on a mask and went out first. She went to the carriage shop on Flo Street two hours in advance and prepared a carriage for Hitzfeld in the grove.
After getting in the car, I mentioned the address of Jinshui Road and the car started moving.
There was snow on the road, so the mountain road was not too bumpy. Hitzfeld took out a book called "Basic Physics" and started reading it, hoping to understand more and not reveal too much when communicating with Paul Drak.
This process lasted about 40 minutes, after which she put down the book and admitted that she was a physics idiot.
Strictly speaking, she is an idiot in science. Her yearning for science can be roughly classified as the type of Ye Gonghaolong. Unless it involves alternative chemistry - that is, the small experiments she usually fiddles with, she really has no interest in it.
"We're at Goldwater Road, Miss Hitzfeld."
The driver's voice came from outside.
He sounded very cautious, as if he was afraid that a loud noise would disturb her.
"Okay." Hitzfeld began to pack up and raised his voice: "How much?"
"Your butler has been paid, miss."
Then there is nothing more to say.
Hitzfeld opened the door and got out of the car. He didn't accept Walnut's help and jumped down by himself.
Her boots didn't slip on the snow at all. She stood firmly and glanced at Walnut next to her.
Then she noticed that the carriage did not leave immediately, but instead seemed to be staying here to wait for people.
"We rented him for a day, Master~" Hu Tao bowed to her.
"Considering the prices here, it will only be more expensive to rent a car here on the return trip."
“But I remember there were more poor people here,” Hitzfeld said.
"That's right." Walnut nodded, "But if they know we are not poor, they will often charge too high a premium."
"You're very thoughtful." That was all Hitzfeld could say, as he saw Lily also jump out of the car.
The two men and the dog began to stroll along Jinshui Road, looking for the house number 113 mentioned in the letter.
This place is very close to the red leaf area, so you can imagine that the economic development here is not very good. Most of the passers-by have patched clothes, and they consciously stay away from her when they see her travel style.
It's not that the reputation of the nobles is that bad, they are simply afraid that the road is slippery. If they accidentally bump into something, they can't afford the compensation given their wealth.
"He didn't wonder where we came from?"
While identifying the house number, Hitzfeld chatted with Walnut.
"Everyone in Flo Street knows there's an abandoned manor in the woods," Walnut replied. "Now they know it's called Hitzfeld Manor, and everyone thinks, 'Oh, Miss Hitzfeld is really from a noble family, she should live in that big castle.'"
"What I mean is," Hitzfeld twitched his lips, "when they get closer and can't even touch the door, aren't they curious about how this could happen?"
"I'm not curious~" Hu Tao said happily, "Your Majesty has long sent people to spread the news that there are ghosts in the mountains. There were a few people who didn't believe in ghosts before, but they were scared by Hu Tao and didn't dare to come."
“…” Hitzfeld opened his mouth.
Now she knew why the people of Flo Street respected her so much.
Indeed, it seems that in the public's mind, she is more than just a detective.
Soon, they found the place.
"Number 113, Warfield Clinic?"
Looking up at the small iron sign, then at the rusty door frame and the narrow door blocked by yellowed white cloth, Hitzfeld frowned slightly.
She wasn't that squeamish, but the question was, hadn't Priscilla hinted that a doctor lived here?
Even if it only focuses on psychology, does it really not matter if the facade is so shabby?
And in that department, how could a doctor who is really good at psychological counseling be driven to such a desolate place?
They should all be fighting over it...
With doubt in his heart, Hitzfeld rang the doorbell.
There was no response the first time, so she continued pressing.
It wasn't until the fifth time that the doorbell suddenly stopped ringing like a chicken with its throat strangled.
She knew that someone inside had pressed the button, so she adjusted her posture and waited at the door, but it was about five minutes before the door opened.
An old man with long hair appeared from the crack in the door. He looked to be around 48 to 50 years old, with obvious nasolabial folds, prominent bags under his eyes, and cloudy eyes that were half hidden by his messy hair. When he opened his mouth, his black and yellow front teeth could be seen.
"Gray eyelashes... who are you?" The man looked Hitzfeld up and down. "I remember I sent a notice. We will be closed on Monday."
He rubbed his eyes, looking like he had just woken up and hadn't gotten enough sleep, and wanted to close the door without saying a word.
"I was introduced by Grest," said Hitzfeld.
The man suddenly stopped closing the door.
He stood there in a daze, and after a few seconds, he seemed to finally remember what the name "Grest" meant.
When the girl saw his pupils, they shrank instantly. His cloudy eyes became extremely sharp and scanned her from head to toe again.
"My name is Paul Warfield. You can call me Dr. Warfield."
He opened the door and looked at Walnut and the dog outside.
"Come in, Hitzfeld. It's very cold after the melting snow. Don't catch a cold."
When she was let into the house, the girl immediately felt a gust of hot wind blowing towards her.
The fire was burning brightly; it seemed that Dr. Warfield was rather afraid of the cold.
She first glanced at the surroundings.
It's a very ordinary living room and sitting room structure, with sofas and fireplaces, but all the furniture looks very old.
“I’ve lived here for 27 years.”
Warfield's voice came from behind, "I thought I would never have the chance to hear his name again in my life... Is he okay?"
"It's not good."
Hitzfeld recalled the scene behind the bookshelf in the Dream World Corridor and gave a somewhat meaningful answer.
The man didn't hear it and sneered, "He deserves it. It's his fault for never listening to my advice. He's really asking for death!"
