"Although this is generally a secret matter that does not face ordinary ombudsmen, it can still be revealed to a nice newcomer like you."

The calm Sister Orange retreated, and explained to Nangong what he shouldn't have known, and whether it was Xixun, who was suddenly abandoned by Nangong, or Elizabeth, who most of the time heard the movement, they did not become Nangong's help, but honestly watched all this silently as an "audience".

It wasn't supposed to be a time for them to be silent, but Elizabeth had been against excessive investigation from the start. Although Xixuan would not disobey her orders, Nangong did not intend to embarrass her. The result of this is that there is no chance of winning, but fortunately, Sister Tangerine seems to have something else to say compared to beating herself up with some "real kung fu".

"The so-called supervision officer, but it is mainly 'supervision' and 'inspection', if every thing about the monster has to be investigated thoroughly like you, so that the other party has no leeway......

After looking like she didn't have much of the heart to continue hiding, Sister Tangerine directly hit the branch from Nangong's fan with her shoulder. It's obviously strengthened, at least to the extent of an iron rod, but Sister Tangerine shook her hand as if she had really only been hit on the shoulder by a wooden stick.

It's not because the body is too "hard".,It's because some other ability has been lifted and strengthened.,Anyway, there's no hope for forcibly facing an old monster with unknown strength without the help of Xijing.。

"If you do too much of this kind of thing, you should be stripped of your qualifications as an inspector. Of course, the reason will not be said. Sister Tachibana tore the branch and easily tossed it on the ground, "This standard cannot be told to any newcomer. Because if it was deliberate, it was not the intention of the ombudsmen. Only let them choose for themselves in continuous practice. You can't do it until you feel the right answer. Just like I did yesterday. Although it is fishing law enforcement, you have made a mistake in this judgment question. ”

"I ......"

No, I don't want to catch all the monsters I see that shouldn't exist. I just want to know about them, isn't that what I've always been pursuing? Maybe he had some more thoughts after becoming an Ombudsman, but at least it should be based on the intention of helping youkai.

At least, it shouldn't be what Sister Tachibana imagined. But how can we prove it now?

"What are you going to do now? Go back to sleep or? ”

"Sister Tangerine, come with me to the cemetery." Come and think about it. Nangong could only get such an answer, "If you feel uneasy, just follow it all the time." I just want to ......"

Understand and help only.

Although there was still a little nervousness in her heart, Sister Tangerine's sigh as if she had given up finally made Nangong's mood recover a little. As long as there is Sister Tangerine's help, then the next move will not be so suspicious.

"Today, I've done my best to investigate some clues, and although it's not much, it's enough to judge."

After arriving at the cemetery, Nangong turned around and looked at Sister Orange and 1 or two machine spirits. At least their willingness to come along shows that their actions have not touched their bottom line.

"Winnie's home was a noble domain known for its music long ago, but after a great plague the generation was much smaller, and the townspeople moved in later."

"Half-sunny stupid."

Sister Tangerine smacked her lips faintly, "The dragon's head is burned." ”

It was the time when their genius daughter suddenly went blind and deaf, and there has been no record of it since. So I thought if there was anything to prove it...... Words as a clue to Winnie's identity. I guess it's just the year on the tombstone in this cemetery. ”

"Whew, that's it."

Sister Tangerine hadn't even waited for Nangong's request. He bowed his head in front of the nearest tombstone. Generally speaking, the first tombstones are more recent, and if even the most recent tombstones are far from the current year, then it is enough to say that Winnie ...... It shouldn't be a "person" in this era, at least not a "person".

"The most recent year is a hundred years ago, the year you said shortly after the plague."

It didn't take long for Sister Tachibana to raise her head, obviously she didn't have to lie, "As you think, can this answer satisfy you?" ”

“……”

I didn't feel it, maybe I still had some expectations before, but after I really knew the answer, it became empty. Winnie didn't do anything unforgivable like those evil monsters, and she didn't need any "salvation" now that she had a full life. Even if it's just to the extent of understanding, I'm afraid that this kind of behavior really crosses the line.

But what can be used to compensate her? Now she just knows that her identity is not "human", and she doesn't know what she wants and what she pursues. If Winnie is just a "machine spirit" modeled after the musical instrument of her previous master, then there may be some clues, but judging from Winnie's current situation, it is obvious that she belongs to a creature that tends to be more like "undead", and she is blind and deaf, and she stays here with an obsession that she does not know, which can also explain why the music she hears is just simple noise.

Like, I really did something wrong.

"I'm sorry Sister Tang, I'd better go back to sleep."

……

Inside the museum.

Chiannus, who was so frightened that even her hand holding the candlestick was trembling, tried her best to suppress her fear, locked all the doors and windows that she could see, and after doing what seemed to her to be "as possible", the young maid trembled and pressed the table against the door.

All this may be in vain, but at least a little resistance must be done.

"Master, what, what should I do?"

The candle went out, and the candlestick fell to the ground. The stumbling Chiannu finally met her master at the end of the aisle.

"They've gone to the cemetery and will be back soon, so let's run quickly, master!"

"Where can I go?"

Compared to the panicked Chiannu, Winnie just silently hugged the piano and the bow, or rather everything about her, "This is the only place for us, right?" ”

"That's not the case! You can run away, host! ”

Chiannu glanced hurriedly at the room behind Winnie, where a girl resembling Winnie was lying quietly on the table, dressed in a gown as if she had just finished a one-of-a-kind recital.

"Just take it with you, and you'll be fine, won't you?"

"And what are you going to do?"

Winnie stepped out of the way and watched the moonlight peek through the window, spilling into every corner of the slightly empty room. The girl on the table, her "everything" beside her, and the only piano that dotted the monotonous room. Compared with the rest of the rooms that are well organized and tidy, only this place seems to have gone through a hundred years of vicissitudes and obsolete life, but it seems more real.

"Do you think the two of us can carry this big guy away?"

"I don't matter because ......"

"Enough, here's all I have, I'm not leaving." Winnie waved her hand, and she looked like she was going to a new concert with her formal attire. Although even she herself was about to believe that this was the last "recital".

Oh no, the so-called "concert" should at least be composed of music, and most of the performances performed by oneself who can't hear or see the score are not "music" at all. But why did he invite the gentleman who was obviously unusual, who was suspected to be a clergyman? Obviously, there is no salvation from "God".

But even so, no matter what the two of them have to do next, they can't give up, because that's everything to them.

"Let's go, Chianu."

Winnie straightened her bow tie and straightened the crooked headband on Chiannu's head, "Go play for the last two guests." (To be continued......)