"That's probably it."

I put down my pen and pointed to a small pile of paper on the table.

"I didn't write anything I'm not sure about. Although I don't know what you are going to do with it, I can't let the details that I can't remember mislead you."

I tried to make my tone sound more sincere.

"That's very thoughtful. It would be great if you could improve your efficiency. I hate waiting."

However, Miss Belle doesn't seem to appreciate it.

"I don't want to either~~ But my memory is so bad. Besides, my injury doesn't seem to allow me to overuse my brain."

"You are out of danger long ago, so you are no different from normal people."

"Your logic is really..."

"And your task has not been completed yet. In fact, the next step is when you need to overuse your brain."

Miss Bei Lin'er roughly read what I wrote about my experience on East Fourth Street and snorted coldly.

"...how?"

"It's so poorly written."

"I understand without you having to be verbose."

I sighed.

"Thank you very much for reading it, but don't expect me to write a new one."

"I don't have the right to decide."

Miss Bellinger, who picked up the pieces of paper with two fingers as if they were rubbish, glanced at the doorframe.

"Be prepared and come with me to meet 'them' tonight."

"Who?"

"A reliable person and the most capable helper. Don't you think that you and I alone are enough to find Robert?"

Huh? It turns out you really plan to help me. I thought I could only rely on myself.

"Are you leaving so soon? At least inform me in advance."

"I've been ahead of schedule for nearly ten hours, are you a sloth?"

"..."

It's so unwise. This little time is simply not enough time to make a complete plan to deal with emergencies.

Moreover, there are more uncertainties this time.

"If you have time to think about things, why not shave your beard?"

"Okay, okay."

"Ah...that's all, let's keep the beard."

"Why?"

"'We' like guys who are a bit scruffy."

......

I put on the clothes Miss Bei Liner gave me and waited until I was about to be buried by my sleepiness. Then there was a soft knock on the door.

I patted my face three times, took out the pen hidden on the pillow, and put it into my inner pocket.

I took a step towards the door.

Another step.

Open the door.

Miss Belin's bored expression made me feel relieved.

She motioned with her eyes for me to follow her.

This is the first time I have stepped out of my room in the past ten days.

My legs still ached, and my left arm still couldn't move, but my consciousness gradually woke up due to the stimulation.

Go downstairs and leave Mr. Hammons' residence.

I didn't get to see Mr. Hammons, so I didn't know what he was doing, and I didn't dare ask Miss Belle about it.

The wind outside was quite strong, so I kept my head down as I walked and controlled my field of vision to the range where I could just see the heels of Miss Bei Lin'er's shoes.

"Well..."

I suppressed the desire to cough.

This atmosphere seems familiar.

It's like working on a case with Manda...

Or go drinking with Ferrinold...

Or, let’s talk about the more distant days...the days when I took Raya’s hand for a walk after dinner...

It’s strange, why do you feel friendly? I’m obviously just on my way.

"Alas."

So, I speeded up the pace of extending my footprints on the snow.

......

From the beginning, I felt that I should have been on this road.

Now, I am more and more convinced of this idea.

If nothing else, we will meet a tavern soon. The owner of the tavern is one of the few people who treats me as a normal person.

After a few seconds, the tavern appeared.

Look, I knew it.

"......?"

Miss Bellinger walked towards the tavern without stopping.

Are we going to drink?

I followed her.

Step into the tavern.

The boss and Miss Bei Liner exchanged glances quickly.

I had put on a disguise beforehand, so it was logical that the boss would not be able to recognize me. But when I approached him, he had the same kind smile on his face as before, and patted my shoulder as usual.

It dawned on me.

It turns out you are from the gang! Boss!

After we sat down, we each ordered a glass of wine, and then Miss Bellinger got up and went to the bathroom.

"No one will notice you, please relax."

The boss looked at me cheerfully.

Only a small number of the patrons in the tavern looked at me the moment I entered, but they quickly looked away as if they had lost interest.

After all, I am not a "stalker pervert" now.

"You hide it so deeply, boss, that it makes me a little afraid of you."

"This is a regular tavern, and you are our honored guest, so there is no need to be too formal."

"Dear guest? Are you a distinguished guest..."

A trace of memory interrupted my meditation.

Ling Zhihua...

"Ah, by the way, boss, you helped me a lot before, I'm very grateful."

"Although I don't quite remember such a thing, you'd better hurry up."

"You're right."

I drank the wine in one gulp, walked a few steps unsteadily, and then suddenly fell down on the ground.

Pretending to be drunk, I relied on the boss's cover to slowly crawl to the other side of the counter, using the counter to block the eyes of the customers.

Hiding under the counter, my eyelids became heavier and heavier.

There is a special sleeping pill in the wine.

After a while, I fell asleep.

......

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying on my back on a pile of wood.

The surrounding visibility is extremely low, and there is no obvious light source in the dark room.

"It is indeed a basement."

"Correct answer."
To be continued...