On the stairs of the riverside in Pston, Donald coughed and picked up a handful of water to wash his face, and the smoke from the distant fire was rising into the sky.

Sherlock sat beside him, holding a sealed document bag, the only item Donald had taken out of the fire, and behind the bookcase that Dr. Andy had pointed out with his fingers before he died.

"It's a treatment document, a private clinic, and it's located in Pston, but it's a gentleman who is being treated, and it doesn't match anyone on the missing list...... How are you feeling, and if you feel unwell, go to the hospital?"

Putting the document back into Donald's arms, and watching him sit on the stairs in some silence, Sherlock couldn't help but ask.

This document was made by Donald from the fire, and naturally it was his, and the two had already agreed before.

"No problem, I'm not going to be bothered by this bit of smoke, I'm a stranger anyway, I'm just thinking about what I'm going to do with this information next. ”

Donald roughly summarized the clues he knew so far, this treatment document is still remembered by Dr. Andy before his death, and it must be hiding key information, and it should be enough to use it as a bargaining chip to exchange the inside story of the Grant couple incident.

"Go to this private clinic?"

Sherlock tugged at the hay growing in the crack in the stone next to him and looked at Donald's face.

"Hmm...... I don't recommend going to this clinic again, the person I met at the back door just now got into a carriage and ran away, Dr. Andy is probably the one he killed, he is a ruthless character, plus the people we met in the meat processing plant before, the organizational strength behind this is definitely not bad, this private clinic is estimated to be their stronghold, let's two go over, can we get out?"

Although Donald was confident in his own strength, he had not yet swelled to the point where he and Sherlock went to break into each other's strongholds.

"You have a point, you really shouldn't risk it......"

Sherlock himself had promised Royce not to put himself in danger, he was now just an ordinary person, and the previous experience of fighting special beings had given him a clear idea of his combat power.

It's just that he can also vaguely feel that this time to get the document bag at Dr. Andy's house is likely to mean that he and Donald will have to go their separate ways in the future.

"Sherlock, I have to go, it's a pleasure to work with you, it's not been long, but it's still me to be your assistant...... One of the most correct choices in recent years. ”

Originally, I wanted to say that it was the most correct choice after coming to this world, and I changed my words in time, otherwise it would sound a little scary.

There are too many things to do next, and it is obvious that he does not have the energy to continue to follow Sherlock to solve the case, such as going out of the city to investigate the case at Lanffindor Farm before, but today he can't actually do it.

Not to mention that he is likely to be targeted by many people now, and staying with Sherlock all the time is likely to make him a target by some people.

If Sherlock was hurt because of this, it was a situation that Donald didn't want to see.

"Wait, what are you going to do next?" ”

"There are indeed some troubles that need to be solved, there is no way, as a man, there will always be times when I walk through the night alone, and I am mentally prepared. ”

Donald wasn't going to ask for Sherlock's help, just squeezed out a dry smile.

The dark night that other men face may be just an ordinary night in the city, with street lights and occasional people pointing the way.

The night that Donald faced was stormy and stormy, not to mention the lack of light, and the darkness was surrounded by fierce beasts.

"Don't you need my help, you haven't paid off the two times you saved me...... Or am I actually not able to help?"

The more Donald makes a no-brainer look like a single person can kill 5 villains and 1 outlaw head-on, the more Sherlock can feel the danger.

"Forehead ......"

Donald stood up and glanced at Sherlock.

Give you a look, you can experience it yourself.

He shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the river, following Sherlock.

"Okay, I see, I'll just make a request, if it's okay, tell me?"

Sherlock squirmed a little as he slapped the dust off his ass, and he felt that he might have been too sentimental today.

"No problem, if I can carry it, I'll tell you, goodbye!"

I always feel that something is wrong with Sherlock today, could it be that his excellent work performance in the past few weeks has completely made him unable to leave him?

There was still no atmosphere of life and death between them, and Donald turned to leave.

"In your world, ordinary people can only stand on the sidelines and watch......

He took out the delicate necklace from his neck, raised his hand several times to tear it off, but finally failed to make up his mind, so he could only turn around and kick the stones on the side of the road to leave.

Donald took the document and didn't go directly to Ciris to ask to meet her father, it was a working day, it was only noon, and it was not time to get to the police station to get off work, and even Ciris was in class now.

He still has to meet with Rastolle tonight, so he might as well go and talk to Ciris later, and let her go back first and tell the sheriff what she wants, and make an appointment between the two of them.

Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Of course, the afternoon was not to be wasted, and Donald chose to head to the location he had previously discovered from the materials provided by Marcelo: the Pston City Library.

It's been nearly a month since the last fire, and Donald thought the repairs were complete, but when he arrived, he found that the library was still closed, with several wooden signs standing outside, and the remnants of the fire could be seen inside.

As a public facility, it is a less important building, and the government probably does not take it seriously.

And this is a good thing for Donald, and there may be some clues left at the fire scene that has not yet been fully repaired.

After looking left and right, today was a weekday, and after confirming that no one was watching nearby, Donald decisively bypassed the warning sign, pushed open the door and slipped in.

The bookshelves and damaged books in the fire site had been completely emptied, leaving only empty walls and stone brick floors, nearly half of which had been renovated, and Donald simply began to look for clues in the remaining unrepaired area.

After just walking around twice, you can't find anything, and Donald chooses to turn on the vision, relying on its perspective effect, hoping to find something special.

Even a few traces of it are fine.