It was late at night. Except for the street lights, there is no other lighting in the city of Tokyo.

Only in front of a window in the embassy of the Panlong Kingdom, the lights were still on. Through the bright window, you can see the mountain of papers, the incandescent light that glows warmly, and the silver hair that reflects the silver light.

"It's so late, who's still working?" Sensing the light source overhead, the patrolling young security guard looked up and muttered. His job is to keep the embassy safe, but lately it seems that this job has not been essential.

"Except for the Night Ambassador, Miss Night is the only one who is so diligent," the older security guard stopped and patted his junior on the shoulder after hearing his companion's complaints, "After all, Miss Night is the tenth Hope Peak's Beaulieu student. ”

"I know that it is the best school in Japan, and I heard that the requirements for students' majors are very strict, so it's no wonder that Miss Night works so hard." As they spoke, they went on patrol elsewhere.

By the window, a slender hand pushed open the mountain of books, revealing a baby face with delicate features and a faint hint of tiredness.

"Strictly ...... Strict? Ye Moli carefully recalled these two words, and then let out a wry smile, as if tasting a cup of bitter coffee.

Where is this school strict...... This is a sinister environment, and we must be spirited.

She suddenly remembered her peers in her homeland. Seventeen years old is just the time to be chic and comfortable. His father's status as an ambassador to Japan made Ye Moli have enough capital to show off to those of his kind. But Ye Moli did not go along with it.

Just as Ye Moli was deep in thought, there was a soft knock on the door. She cut her hair absentmindedly, raised her head, straightened her back, and shouted to the door, "Please come in!" ”

The door was gently pushed open. The elderly butler, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a stack of letters in the other, said, "Excuse me." ”

Ye Moli stood up and stretched lazily. Although the white floor-sweeping nightdress hides Ye Moli's bumpy figure, it also just sets off his elegant and breathtaking charm.

For a moment, the butler, who had lost some impulse for decades, was stunned.

Then he sighed quietly, bowed in the direction of Ye Moli, and respectfully reported, "Miss Ye, this is your coffee." ”

"I know. I'm sorry for you, Grandpa Kraut," Ye Moli's golden eyes, which were still heroic just now, instantly turned into a warmth when she looked at the old butler, "This kind of thing, leave it to Secretary Liang." You're older, so it's better to rest early. ”

"Me? I'm an old bone, and I don't have any relatives anymore," the old butler, who was called Crout, blurted out fluent and pure British English, "Miss Night doesn't dislike it, let me continue to serve you, I'm already very satisfied." ”

"No...... That's not what I'm talking about. I mean, like those love letters, or the engagement letters that were sent to my dad, don't show them to me anymore, just throw them away. I looked upset. ”

The butler smacked his lips and began to nag again:

"Miss Night, it's time for you to think about that, too. Although the lord is not such a stubborn person, at your age, it is time to think about it. For example, yesterday's ......"

Ye Moli sighed. After three years of studying abroad, she understood that the trouble of being too popular with the opposite sex was not left by her in the country of Panlong.

"That's it!" Ye Moli showed a rare hint of impatience, "Compared to dating those playboys, find another one to marry...... It's better to think about these jobs. ”

As the daughter of the ambassador to Japan, Ye Moli has been very experienced in handling interpersonal relationships and even international relations since she was a child. When he was at home, even the foreign minister praised: "This kid's experience in interpersonal relations and the handling of the country's foreign relations is comparable to that of some old diplomats." ”

Last year, when her father was still thinking about whether it was necessary for his daughter to go to the Hope Peak Preparatory Department, which cost an astonishing fee, the investigators of the Hope Peak had already sent the admission notice of the Hope Peak undergraduate to the embassy of Panlong State, which caused a heated discussion in China.

This can't help but be seen as a big deal. Because the 37th class began to recruit foreign students, only ten students from Panlong Country have received admission letters from Hope Peak. There is no doubt that Ye Moli is not simply lucky, but truly excellent.

"If you just have these ambiguous invitations and love letters, you don't need to bring them anymore. Directly find someone to help me burn it," Ye Moli picked up the coffee, took a sip, and waved his hand absentmindedly, "I don't have that much time to appreciate their writing, or...... Respond in person. ”

Clauter opened his mouth, trying to persuade something. But as a very good housekeeper, it is better not to inquire about the master's family affairs.

"Speaking of which...... There's another very important matter that you need to solve personally," Kraut seemed to remember something, and pulled out a note from the pile of love letters, and handed it to Ye Moli, "This is the report of the detective union. Attached are internal records of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. ”

"Huh?" Ye Moli stroked her waist-length blonde hair, pulled the letter in confusion, and asked, "Who sent it?" What is written? ”

"You know. I never open any letter that doesn't belong to me. The butler's answer made Ye Moli roll her eyes.

Ye Moli took the envelope a little impatiently, crossed one leg, and sat on the sofa. Just read a few words, and my brows were all furrowed.

"What's wrong?" Crane asked worriedly, "What's the ...... about that old fox?"

"It's not that the fog cut is not waiting," Ye Moli shook his head, "It's the fog cut ringer." This guy is probably ...... again Wait......"

Whenever Night Moli mentions the Misty Cut, he becomes happier, and Kraut's expression changes in other ways; But Kraut didn't want to see Ye Moli unhappy, so he had to bite the bullet and accompany Ye Moli to see what was going on.

Ten minutes passed. Ye Mo Li threw down the letter in his hand, suddenly threw himself back on the table, and frantically searched for it from the mountain of papers.

"Miss Night...... What's wrong with you? Seeing that Ye Moli suddenly went crazy to find the information, and after cursing this fog cut and her whole family dozens of times, Kraut was also a little panicked.

"That's not right...... This shouldn't be the case...... It's impossible to ......" Ye Moli scratched her hair, flipped out a drawing, pulled out a red and blue pencil, and painted on it.

"Something happened to Miss Kirikiri?" Kraut asked cautiously, "Impossible......"

"That's the case," he said again, Ye Moli's tone was a little cold, "A ghostly hand can make a misty cutter like this, and the detective union '0' number detective horse stumbles!" ”

Kraut didn't know what to say for a while.

"What then?" Clauter cautiously asked, "Help Miss Fog Cut, or ......"

"Wait......" Ye Moli, who was just about to rush out of the door in a hurry, suddenly calmed down when he held the doorknob of the heavy oak door in his hand.

"Miss?" Kraut asked tentatively.

"Perhaps, that guy ......" A smug smile crossed Ye Moli's face, "It's more useful to us than I thought." ”