The washed laundry hangs in the washroom, dripping slowly to the floor.

Joyce, who was wearing big pants, showed no unusual body and skin, not even the scars.

"Even though I bought new clothes, I can still wear them after they are washed. Joyce emptied the galoshes that had already been painted.

"Huh?"

On the surface, Joyce was silent, but in fact he did not let his guard down, and just as he picked up the holster on his shoulder and was about to leave the bathroom, he noticed a fly lying on the wall of the air vent diagonally above.

"Slimefruit tree flies!"

Joyce didn't stare at the flies lying on the wall, he had checked the bathroom before taking a shower, and he had also looked at the vents, but he didn't see the flies.

Although the weather in Lunsu is cold, it is common to see the slime fruit tree fly, which mostly lives in the forest, has a strong vitality, and can hide in trees or fruits to survive the winter in the outside world, not to mention the ventilation ducts of houses.

Out of the bathroom, Joyce deliberately left the door open.

Dressed in the underwear she had brought back from the cabin, Joyce put on an earth-colored overall, which was a common attire for workers.

Not long after, just after Joyce was lying on the bed with a gun and a coat, flies flew out of the bathroom and landed at the small table in the lounge.

"Nothing will be a problem, will it?"

Joyce's eyes were open, apparently not taking the fly seriously, and resisting the urge to kill it.

Even the fly that landed on the table, with its head facing Joyce, didn't notice anything unusual from the slime tree fly.

The common slimid tree fly is not poisonous, but it is more dirty and nasty, carrying bacteria, and if the fly does not fly to the food and land, I believe that no one from the slum will take it too seriously.

However, Joyce could not sleep when he found such a fly, and he was afraid that if he closed his eyes for a moment, the fly would hide or approach him in a blind spot.

"This slime tree fly is not too big to hear its wings. Joyce didn't stare at the fly, but secretly reckoned.

Deliberately turning over in bed, Joyce seemed to be unable to lie down, and packed up and walked out of the lounge.

When he got to the underground library and entered it, Joyce stayed up all night reading the mission files.

The ground light was soft, and while Joyce was secretly on guard, he walked back and forth to the stone rack, and sure enough, he saw a fly flying down in the distance.

"Even if you don't kill me like this, you won't be able to stand it!" Joyce wanted to wail, but he really didn't have that emotion.

Joyce dared to go out of the bar to eat and get a haircut, because he felt that the MIA might protect him for some purpose.

In addition, the murderer of Rupert Sr., if it was really to find something, Joyce would be worth more alive than dead.

"It doesn't look like that blood-stained rust, could it be the work of someone from MIA?" Joyce thought of the secret practice, but he wasn't sure what the strange method was.

"If you can be monitored by flies, this ability is perverted. Joyce sneered, feeling that it was to be confirmed, and that he had to wait and see.

In fact, even without this slimidberry tree fly, Joyce had thought about adjusting his sleep at night.

Joyce, who had decided to return to her new accommodation tomorrow night, had to sleep during the day so that she could stay in good spirits during the night alone.

"It's no wonder that no one has been tracking before, with the help of this kind of thing, it is really difficult for people to detect, but even if someone can use special means to observe through flies, there should be a relative limit in distance. Joyce just had a few guesses.

At this time, Joyce hoped that the slime fruit tree fly on the roll shelf in the distance was controlled by the secret cultivators of the Military Intelligence Service, at least the people of the Military Intelligence Department had not shown ill will towards him so far.

And once you know something, you can also be prepared, and maybe you can use it to make use of it.

Over the course of the night, Joyce looked at the mission files dryly, looking so focused on the surface that he didn't even drink saliva, causing two more stacks of files next to his desk.

"Whew!"

Until Joyce was extremely exhausted, and just as he wanted to get up from his seat, his expression was faintly in a trance.

In the blurred vision, Joyce seemed to see a Ding Furnace, a red-hot Ding Furnace.

"What's going on. ”

Joyce's figure shook, and if he was seen by someone who didn't know his status, he would think that it was caused by sitting for a long time and staying up all night and getting up suddenly.

Steady, Joyce shook his head, as if trying to sober himself up, and walked towards the Kumen with his left hand.

At this time, Joyce felt a burning pain in his left palm, as if he had been burned, and the reason why he shook his head was mainly to cover up the movement of clutching his left hand and attract external attention.

Using the key disc to open the door to the library, Joyce went out and closed it again.

"Hide, hide!"

As Joyce walked towards the lounge on the second floor of the bar, he kept trying to concentrate, imagining the fading of the seal of the stove lid in the palm of his left hand.

Joyce, who was not in any eagerness on the surface, returned to the lounge very calmly.

"How so!"

Lighting the candle in the bathroom, Joyce turned on the faucet, put her hands into the sink, and glanced at the open left palm at a vague angle.

Except for the redness of his palm, which seemed to have been scalded by hot water, there was no abnormality in Joyce's left palm, and even the seal of the Ding furnace lid could not be seen.

Joyce touched his left palm at this time, and the burning pain was still so real.

"It seems like I saw the fiery red furnace melting, is it some kind of revelation?" Joyce poured water into his left palm, trying to keep his palm down, his eyes casually observing the bathroom.

"The slimeberry tree flies didn't come immediately through the ventilation ducts, was I too careful, or was the person who controlled the flies more cautious in case I found out?" Joyce closed the faucet and shook his hand quickly.

At this time, Joyce also had an idea, that is, the person who controls the fly may have a time limit and cannot last forever.

Considering that he had been in the library for the night, he would at least be seen by the guards and guards, Joyce locked the door to the lounge.

Because of the relationship between the trance and the burning pain in her palm, Joyce couldn't help but recall the nightmare she had in the cabin, and the headache that came to mind about the numbers.

"Ding Furnace has nothing to do with old Rupert, but why did it appear strange just now, could it be that it was caused by my mental exhaustion after reading the mission files all night?" Joyce lay on the bed without taking off his clothes, clenching his hands slightly and thinking about it.

Worried that he would fall asleep and subconsciously let go of his left hand, and someone or a fly would come in and find it, Joyce finally pulled the quilt and covered it.

"It seems to be a burned-out furnace, there is probably a problem, the thin lines of the cracks in the compass eyeballs are all absorbed by the imprint, but my lack of energy has revealed this problem. Joyce tried to adjust her mood and relieve her tension.

Remembering the Ding Furnace he had just seen in a trance, Joyce had a judgment that the Ding Furnace was about to be unbearable.

"It's not going to get worse and worse, not to mention that there is a problem with the Ding Furnace Mark, which will infringe on my body, if there is any light or a condition that is difficult to disappear, I am afraid that I will be finished. "Joyce developed a very strong sense of crisis.

"It's so hard!"

Joyce first felt powerless to struggle in a whirlpool, and then felt that he was walking on the edge of a cliff, and that a wrong step was an abyss.

In the short period of time after the crossing, it was like a turbulent dark tide, and Joyce had never been so tired.

"I have to go to bed to refresh myself, and I have to go back to my new place in the evening. Joyce wanted to find a place where no one was there right away, but he didn't have the ability.

Suppressing the idea of lifting the quilt and going back to his new home immediately, Joyce forced himself to regain sleep so that he could cope with the change.

Time passed little by little, and in the quiet room, Joyce felt groggy and groggy in the quiet room, and her double eyelids seemed to be unable to support it, and she closed involuntarily.

I don't know if Joyce is a newcomer, or if he has been reading the mission file all night, and no one has bothered him during the day.

It wasn't until it was getting dark outside, and Joyce, who was lying asleep on the bed, suddenly had a nightmare, and a spirit sat up from the bed.

"Whew!"

Joyce, whose brain was blank, was obviously not fully awake, and after a while, he couldn't support it and lay down again.

"What time is it?"

After more than twenty breaths, Joyce could sense the numbness of the hands he had been clenching subconsciously.

"Bell! bell!"

The knock on the door of the lounge rang out just in time, and Joyce heard it.

After a moment's pause, Joyce went to open the door and saw Teresa Bella.

"Joyce, the Leica clothing store has delivered something. ”

Teresa spoke outside the door with a slightly strange expression, with an inquiring meaning.

"Well, I went to the clothing store last night and ordered the clothes, and they were ready to be delivered so quickly!" Joyce was stunned at first, and then sighed unexpectedly.

"By the way, Teresa, can you help me find a carriage, I want to bring all my clothes back to my new home and come back to work early tomorrow morning. Joyce pleaded to the white-haired girl.

"Okay. ”

Teressa's promise didn't seem to be a big deal.

Seeing the white-haired girl leave, Joyce went into the bathroom and packed up her laundry.

Despite the dampness, Joyce wrapped it in a large cloth.

Joyce looked around the common room, as if to make sure there was anything else to take with him, and spotted a slime tree fly crouching on the curtain.

"Again?"

Joyce sighed in his heart, more suspicious.

After confirming the important things that had come and gone, Joyce picked up the package and walked out of the room.

Although Joyce needed the protection of the MI, he also needed a private space to confirm the condition of the left palm furnace imprint.

Passing by Bodan Arthur's office on the second floor, Joyce went downstairs without knocking on the closed door of his room.