Smack.

The sound of dead leaves echoes in my ears.

Ifu looked at the girl in front of her, as if in a dream, she tried to move, but found that she could only watch from the sidelines in the story.

Ginny picked up the withered leaves from the ground and listened to them.

"I saw that the sky never woke up again. ”

"There's endless darkness that is beginning to erode in. ”

"They raised their scythes, took us away from our lives, and dyed us their colors. ”

The leaves cried, and Ginny gently stroked the dead leaves.

"I understand, Eternal Night... It's coming. ”

Ginny was born with a special ability.

She can see in withered plants, dead animals, and even people what they experienced in their lifetimes.

It is with this ability that she becomes a detective, of course, Bart does not have so many homicides, which leads to her being very poor, and usually only relying on those rich and idle ladies to eat, today to see which cat died this flower, and tomorrow to see which homeless man mutilated her cat.

"Ginny?"

Ah, it seems like I haven't heard this voice in years.

It was the voice that used to be by her side every day, calling softly to herself.

She turned around and smiled at the owner of the voice, "Mercy." ”

"I didn't expect it to be you!" The woman in a fancy dress took her hand: "Are you doing well now? I heard that you have now set up a detective agency, which is really good, and you have done the job you like." ”

"It's okay, it's you, now a viscountess, but you still have such a temperament, by the way, why did you come here?"

"Previously, Ah Xiu donated to our alma mater in my name, no, I received an anniversary invitation from the academy, and now I am about to rush over, do you want to go with me?"

"I'll forget it, you go quickly, don't delay the time. Ginny said, struggling to support her smile.

"Okay, let's get back together sometime!"

She turned and got into the carriage and drove in the direction of the academy.

And Ginny smiled instantly.

Mercy had been her best friend, and Fornisius had been her lover.

His lover married his friend, but this friend can still pretend that nothing happened and pretend to catch up with himself.

Hypocritical woman.

Ginny rummaged through the leaves on the ground and finally found a pale blue blade of grass.

"Are you Bluegrass?" asked Ginny.

No response.

She sighed and reached out to strangle the blade of grass, "Are you bluegrass?"

"Yes, miss. The strangled Bluegrass replied.

She was satisfied with the bluegrass in the basket at hand, and today's task was completed.

Because the detective agency can only barely make ends meet, she recently took over a part-time job at the nearby herb house, helping the herb house to collect some hard-to-find plants, climb towering cliffs, and drill into damp underground caves or something, which is rarely needed on land today.

"If only I could be like the Emerald Butterfly Messenger," she muttered to herself, hearing that the Emerald Butterfly could talk to all things on the earth, and if she could do the same, she wouldn't have to strangle the blades of grass to death.

"The Emerald Butterfly doesn't need to dig up blades of grass, stupid. The bluegrass in the basket suddenly spoke.

"Long-winded. ”

Huh.

Suddenly I thought of a way to make a fortune.

She read in the withering glory that the future would happen, and that the eternal night would sweep over Barth.

If she takes advantage of this to prepare some more plants that will become extinct when the eternal night comes...

"Do you know which plants will become extinct when the eternal night comes?" she said, looking at the bluegrass in the basket.

"Nothing will be extinct, miss. ”

"Well, it seems that you can only eat fried rice with cabbage root after that. Frustrated, Ginny returned to the herb hall to exchange her pay.

The income from the herb shop gave her a little respite from her tight life, and she stood in front of the noodle shop and hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to go back to the office to send some away.

The lamp hanging in front of the office seemed to be about to break, flickering again and again, as if struggling to take its last breath.

The old key opened the padlock, whose shell was rusty, and she habitually shook it vigorously a few times to open the door.

"I'm back. She said into the empty room.

Ginny's father grew up in a declining aristocratic family, and her mother was the daughter of a wealthy Tapogan merchant.

His father was very disgusted with those shabby customs, and despite the opposition of his family, he pursued his dream and became a wandering painter on the street, and his mother happened to pass by the bridge where his father painted, and the marriage between the two began.

A mother who is simple and romantic by nature, and a father who is poor but not humble or arrogant.

The two were opposed by their mother's family, but the mother still stayed with her father without seeking fame and gave birth to Ginny.

The mother's family could not tolerate the fact that the daughter who could have been used for marriage was so cheap that her mother's family could not tolerate it, and on a rainy day when she was one year old, her mother's family surrounded her father halfway, beat him to a half-crippled point, and forcibly took her mother away.

Two years later, when my father learned that my mother was about to get married, he drank some alcohol and pushed his wheelchair out of the house, then rolled down the hillside.

After that, her grandmother raised her until she was studying, and her grandmother did not want to go to see her even when she was sick because she saved money for Ginny to study, and finally her condition deteriorated and she died.

From the beginning to the end, her mother never came to see her, nor did she ask anyone to send her a message to ask if she was doing.

She sat at the table and ate the fried rice left over from noon, some hard rice grains and unchewable vegetable roots, which made her eyes blur aggrievedly.

"Ginny, are you there?!"

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Ginny hurriedly pushed the fried rice into the mezzanine of the table, and she looked up, although her eyes were slightly red, but the person in front of her was actually the same.

"What's wrong with you, Mercy?" Ginny rubbed her nose and pretended to be calm to her feet.

"Ginny, Ashu is dead, Ashu is dead..."Mercy threw herself into her arms and sobbed, "Jinny, he was killed, please go over and take a look..."

"Let's go. Ginny took off the coat that hung on the wall and arrived at the Viscount's Mansion with Mercy.

The servants in the Viscount's Mansion were already in disarray, and the butler had already isolated the scene.

"Hasn't Crenf sent anyone yet?" asked Ginny, looking around.

"I'm already here, I just went upstairs to investigate. The butler said respectfully.

Ginny didn't reply, just looked at Fornisius on the ground.

His death was horrific, with a knife slashing his throat, almost as if it were only skin.

The servants around couldn't help but want to vomit, and Pity couldn't cry, but Ginny was very calm.

"Ma'am. The chief sent by Crenf came down from the upper floor and saluted Mercy, and then turned his gaze to Ginny, and a trace of consternation flashed in his eyes: "Miss Ginny?"

"Now that the chief has arrived, I'll begin. ”

Ginny put on her gloves, stepped over the protective line, stepped on the bloodstains on the ground, and walked towards Fornisius.

She looked at his remains, and a wave of disgust filled her heart, and she still didn't want to talk to him, even if it was a corpse.

Ginny took Fourisius' hand, feeling his cold body temperature.

"Please tell me everything you saw and heard during your lifetime. ”

The soul that remains here accuses the murderer of his wicked deeds.

"I see. ”

Ginny said this, ready to get up, but felt something jerk through her chest, and her pupils began to dilate.

Ifu looked at the dead Ginny, and then at Chief Crenf, who had shot her.

Although there was fear in the eyes of the mercy beside the chief, the smile raised at the corner of her mouth was the joy after the conspiracy succeeded.

She saw it really.

Then, exclamations swarmed up and tapped on her eardrums.

She wanted to stretch out her hand, she wanted to shout, but her voice was like being immersed in the deep sea, and she couldn't do anything.