It is really difficult to directly say that such a person is "bad".
"I have to go out for a while." Xia Yibing didn't even bother to eat. She picked up her clothes and hat and went downstairs.
"Drive carefully." Hitzfeld also stood up and walked around the table to button her clothes.
"It's okay now." Xia Yibing looked at her hard-working appearance with a smile, and suddenly hugged her and took a deep breath.
"Now there are more street lights... those places that were previously dark... no longer have to worry about not being able to see the road..."
After a while of tenderness, Xia Yibing left.
Hitzfeld was not dissatisfied with her hasty departure, for she knew very well why she was running around—it was also related to what she had investigated in the afternoon.
If things were really as they guessed, then Ves-Bakinsa would at most have left in the morning.
The time is not too far from now, and whether she left by train or boat, there is still hope of catching her.
Hitzfeld stayed close to the window and watched Xia Yibing drive away. She stood there for a while, thinking about the information they had exchanged with each other.
She's not the only one doing real work, is she?
According to the woman, Ethan and Darent just returned to Wayne this afternoon, and some others are on their way. They will definitely be able to gather together within a week.
But before they set out, this incident happened to Teni, which seemed to cast a shadow on the entire trip.
Should I tell him or not?
Having lost his marriage to Alwin, his last hope lies with this Bakinsa. Would it be devastating if he were to tell him the truth rashly?
Hitzfeld didn't particularly care about Turnitzer. She even hated him a little and wished that he would suffer a more serious blow.
But this would go against Alvin's arrangements.
She hasn't thought about it yet.
She let out a breath, gave up the ideological struggle and went back to clean the table. Half an hour later, the girl took off her apron and entered the bedroom, looking at the high table in the corner.
There was a pitch-black object on it, with an elaborate stand and an upside-down receiver, which vaguely looked like a multi-unit electric lamp without the bulb.
But this is a phone call.
She was away during the afternoon, so Xia Yibing arranged for someone to install the new one.
I walked to the high table, opened the drawer, and found a small notebook inside.
In the small notebook was a person's name, followed by several different strings of numbers.
Turning to the last page she saw a warning:
[Special ink, will dissipate naturally after 30 minutes.]
It means to make her memorize it.
This was not difficult for her. Since she had nothing to do for the time being, Hitzfeld leaned against the bookcase and memorized the phone numbers until the words on the notebook disappeared completely.
Throwing the things back into the drawer, she continued to lean against it, closed her eyes and thought for a while, then picked up the receiver and dialed a series of numbers.
connected.
After waiting for nearly half a minute, someone finally answered the phone, and the first thing he did was complain: "If I know who leaked the number of this thing, I will make him into a specimen - tell me who you are?"
"Esun Hitzfeld."
"…I don't know him! You dialed the wrong number!"
"Connie."
Guessing that the other party would hang up next, Hitzfeld quickly called out her name: "I have something very important, and I need your help now."
She knew Count Sixus's character too well.
Although she is not a child anymore...right? But she actually still retains some of her childish nature: she has basically no resistance to her friends' compliments, especially those that come with compliments and requests for help.
"Humph! I wanted to go to 221 to look for you but couldn't find you there, but now you remember me!"
As expected, the mixed-haired loli admitted her identity and started to scold the girl on the other end of the phone.
Hitzfeld didn't object and let her enjoy it.
Then the call went dead.
It must be admitted that the times are advancing, technology needs to develop, and some new things are indeed not very stable.
Hitzfeld deliberately didn't call back. She went to the kitchen to boil a kettle of water. After a while, she heard a sharp ring coming from the bedroom.
Go back and pick it up.
"...What do you want me to help you with?"
Hitzfeld unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.
She could imagine how the other party got this number.
The visuals are too vivid and too funny.
But after all, she had a serious need, so she didn't waste time, hid Tenize's name, and described today's experience and the results of the investigation to Xixus.
"What I want to know is, is it possible to cure these diseases quietly within a year, without the people themselves even noticing?"
Sixus was silent for about half a minute before he began to answer.
"Not too possible."
"If you mean the supernatural beings here, you know more about modern mysticism than I do. You should know that these supernatural beings cannot interfere with reality in most cases."
"It's just like her broken knife. Even though it can cut nightmares like butter, it would be hard for her to cut a straw."
You're wrong, she can probably use that broken knife to cut the steel pipe...
"So it's impossible?"
"Our extraordinary is impossible."
Sixus said affirmatively, and then became a little impatient: "You should know better than me, right?"
"So, what about the medicine?"
Hitzfeld continued to ask.
"Is it possible that she is a very skilled doctor who could prepare a special medicine in less than a year and then put it in the drinking water for those people to take?"
"Less likely!"
Sixus answered faster.
"The diseases you mentioned are all incurable! Most of them are incurable! Currently, there is no medicine that can effectively relieve the symptoms of patients. She has this ability but she is still hiding it? I don't believe there is such a person!"
"So that means there is only one possibility?"
Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes.
"I don't know what you are thinking." Sixus snorted coldly.
"Obviously, if I were to take a look, I would only conclude that this is a transcendent from another system."
“This mysterious Miss Bakinsa may be from the other side of the sea.”
Chapter 26: Party on Iris Street 2-in-1
With a "bang", as Darent exploded an oil-paper bag filled with air into thin air, a burst of cheerful laughter broke out on the second floor of Iris Street.
It was already two days later... After some preparation, the hall was tidied up and two tables were put together, covered with tablecloths, and placed with flowers and various cooked dishes to meet the host's needs for entertaining guests.
Hitzfeld was still cooking in the kitchen. She had a lot of work to do today because there were six more mouths to feed, one of which had as big an appetite as Comrade Wooden Man, which meant she had to prepare enough food for about ten people.
"Where's Aisuen? Where's Aisuen?"
Darent held the big wine glass in his hand, and despite the tug of war, he approached the kitchen door shamelessly, raised the glass to the blurry figure, and said, "Cheers to the recovery of our great detective!"
This reason was too noble. The others showed helpless expressions and were forced to repeat it. Those who had cups raised their cups together, and those who didn't have cups turned around to look for cups and raised theirs too - then they all paid tribute to the gray-haired girl and drank up all the liquid in it.
"If you keep drinking like this," Hitzfeld turned around helplessly, "half of the food will be wasted, right?"
She doesn't care about money.
Because...she felt guilty for shutting out this group of friends before, and she was determined to reveal the truth about her autism only to a few people, so she thought she had to try her best to compensate these people.
Treating everyone to drinks was a good idea, and cooking by herself showed more sincerity. However, she didn't expect that this group of people would prefer drinking to eating when they rarely get together.
“That’s because you don’t understand, Aisuen.” Daelent drunkenly raised a finger, which actually looked like two fingers to him at this moment: “You don’t understand how hard it is for us to get a chance to drink.”
"Isn't there a holiday?"
"It's useless!" Mu Ren quickly shook his head in denial, "Because no one knows how long the holiday will last, and no one knows what they will face after the holiday."
Hitzfeld thought about it and felt that it was roughly understandable.
During this hard-earned vacation, ordinary agents can do nothing but devote themselves to the healing process of their spirits and dreams, but if they are asked to truly relax, or even become completely addicted to alcoholic beverages, most people probably won't be able to do so.
There are still some concerns. On the one hand, I am worried about accidents caused by drinking too much, and on the other hand, I don’t want to fall asleep while drunk.
And this time they really got an opportunity - not only were they sure that the vacation would last at least a week, they were also clearly informed of the choices they might face after the vacation.
Then the future is controllable, and it is precisely because of this sense of stability and security that they are willing to play with her.
Quite cute.
Hitzfeld recognized this spirit, but that didn't mean she could forgive the act of spilling wine on the ground.
"Let Li Ang take you to vomit." She found a clean spatula nearby and knocked the wooden man's head once or twice before using it. "Did you hear me? This is not Blackwood City. There are not enough rooms here."
"I'll do it! I'll take him there!" Leon's head popped out from behind and forcibly pulled Darent, and the two of them walked away arm in arm.
Hitzfeld breathed a sigh of relief.
But before she could enjoy the tranquility for long, a shrill singing that could be described as the howling of ghosts and wolves suddenly came from the living room outside.
"Blue sky~blue river~~green earth~green vines~~~"
...It's Bariu.
He threw large chunks of chopped beef into the pot and covered it with a lid. When Hitzfeld turned around, he saw Xia Yibing leaning against the door frame, holding a bottle of wine in her hand, her charming face full of blushes.
"Anything that has anything to do with wood has a very good or very poor alcohol tolerance. There is no compromise." She said softly, "Their bodies... their internal organs... will absorb alcohol more easily, causing them to get drunk more quickly..."
"You gave them so much." Hitzfeld added, "'I guess only that old man Year Ring could bear it.'"
"Haha..." Xia Yibing grinned and was about to hug her with the bottle of wine: "How did you know?"
Because this is the third time you've suddenly appeared here to surprise me...
Hitzfeld sighed, stepped forward to accept her childish hug, put Xia Yibing's entire weight on his shoulders, and massaged down her spine.
"It feels so good~" the woman moaned willfully, "Wouldn't Aisuen like to drink some?"
"I don't like alcohol."
"This is a rare time to celebrate, and everyone is here for you."
Hitzfeld glanced over her head and saw Barriu playing finger-guessing games with Torres. Next to them sat the pink-haired "succubus" nun, who was cheering for their fight with Ethan.
"...Someone has to stay awake." Hitzfeld said, "Look at it from another perspective. Only in this way can you have fun."
“It seems to make sense…”
Xia Yibing hugged her softly, her breath filled with the strong scent of beer.
"Then Aisuen, you better wake up..."
"Hehe... I'm still waiting for you to go to sleep~"
Fortunately, these birdmen were all drunk.
He looked outside again vigilantly to make sure that no one was paying attention to what was happening here, and then Hitzfeld relaxed.
This was the first time she saw Xia Yibing drunk, and she had to say that she was more frightened than surprised.
He coaxed the woman away like comforting a baby, asking her to go out and join the battle at the drinking table. Hitzfeld looked back at the stove and with some difficulty moved the two pots down from it.
There are four more dishes to come, but it seems they are no longer needed.
Anyway, the food will be left there to be eaten, so it is better to stop cooking, take out the ingredients and prepare the meal tomorrow.
This took her another ten minutes. When she finished washing her hands and wiped the water droplets on her apron, she heard a faint ringing of the doorbell.
"Alfred?"
