Deep in the mountains, old forests, lakeside manor - as heard, the Black Forest Castle is a good place, maybe a little too good, a little too much for someone like Albert. But there is no way, in this world, there is often no necessary connection between good and bad and strong and weak, good people are not necessarily strong, bad people are not necessarily weak, good people are not always good people, bad people are not always bad people, strong people are not necessarily always strong, and weak people are not always weak.

This is the benefit of being a policeman, but at the same time the sorrow of the police, the curse of the police. Marcy has been working at the grassroots level of the police for many years from her first day on the job to now being transferred to the Stuttgar Police Headquarters, and she has seen too many stories. Good stories, bad stories, good people do bad things, bad people do good things, no matter how outrageous, no matter how unusual, she has already seen, experienced, thought, hesitated, silent, and crazy. Then in the end, she found that she didn't need to be entangled at all, everyone had the right to choose, everyone made their own choice, out of their own considerations, their own thoughts, their own compulsion, and their own desperate bets. She gradually understood that there is no right or wrong in this world, only different people's different opinions, different choices of different groups, and different judgments of different rules.

In the end, the largest and largest group of people who always agree on the same agreement knocks down the hammer and formulates the so-called "standard" by which everything in the world is measured—does this represent absolute justice? Not quite, but it works, it works. For human civilization, this is the fundamental guarantee that needs to be ranked first. Group first.

Marcy didn't know how long the thread in her mind had been blurry, but it was blurry anyway. If it were the moment when she had just become a police officer, she wouldn't have dreamed of doing what she was doing now.

Thinking nonchalantly, she parked her car in the driveway outside the manor's gate. It wasn't a place to park, of course, but she was sure she wouldn't be here for long, and besides, it was the end of the trail, and there was nowhere else to go before, so as long as no other guests like her came today, it wouldn't be inconvenient. And if there were other guests coming, Marcy would be happy to be able to inconvenience them a little - she didn't care about these guys, she wished she could give them more trouble.

Helping the big sunglasses on her face, Marcy got out of the car. Then she found two men standing at the door of the manor, as if waiting for her.

It was a man and a woman, the man was not wearing a jacket, and the upper body was only a black and blue shirt - the kind that looked very stiff - without a tie, and the neckline was partially open and unkempt. The lower half of his body is a pair of suspenders, the style of the elite of the financial industry. He wore leather gloves on one hand and narrow, stubble-like sunglasses on his face, just enough to keep his eyes behind.

Next to him was a woman with long black hair, a loose coat, and a signature black gold-rimmed triangle cowboy hat, her dark eyes that seemed to lead directly to the abyss. She stood beside the man, holding a data tablet in one hand, and the smile on her lips was perfect like a mask.

"Hey, that's interesting."

Marcy raised an eyebrow a little surprised and amused. Seeing the two of them walking towards her, she also started to meet her.

"Detective Marcy," Albert calmly held out his hand, "the brightest rising star of the Stuttgard Police Department, I've been hearing your name for a long time. It's nice that we finally met. ”

"Each other, Mr. Albert." Marsippi shook Albert's hand with a smile, "I've also admired the name of the 'Duke of Blood' for a long time—your real person is much more pleasing to the eye than the photos on the file. ”

"I hope there aren't too many bad things about me on that."

"I hope too. If that were the case, we would be much more comfortable meeting today. ”

The two let go of their hands, and the corners of Albert's mouth curled slightly, tilting his head to squint at Marcy. "Thorny in your words, detective."

"You know why." Marcy wasn't polite at all, "If there's a better option, trust me, the meeting between you and me will definitely not be as pleasant as it is now - no more nonsense, where is he?" ”

“…… It's right in the garden at the back. Albert remained silent, "with the Miss Killer." ”

Marcy pulled her sunglasses down a little, revealing her heavy eyeliner with smoky purple eyeshadow, and looked at Albert half-open. "What are you emphasizing in particular?"

"Emphasize what I think you might care about."

"Then why do you think I might care about that thing you think I might care about?"

“……”

Eliqi's expression on the side changed slightly. She turned her head and exchanged glances with her boss. Then Albert coughed dryly.

"They're waiting for us," he said, turning sideways to Marcy with a "please" motion, "I guess we'd better hurry inside." ”

“…… Of course," Marcy smiled and pushed her sunglasses back again, "you're right, I don't have that much time to waste here. ”

After saying that, she didn't care about Albert and the others anymore, and walked into the manor first. Albert in the back glanced at Eliki again, and Eliqi's eyebrows on both sides rose vigorously and gave Albert a thumbs up, while Albert skimmed the left corner of his mouth.

……

Ed was sitting in the garden. Albert was right, he and Tithes were there.

The situation is very simple. Three days ago, Marcy, who received an emergency call from Albert, rushed to Tilo's safe apartment in time to save Ed and Shilo. She wanted to take the two to the hospital, but Tiji said no. She told Marcy about her and Ed's current situation, their relationship with A.R.X is very, very delicate right now, and if A.R.X wants to hold them accountable for what they have done, with their current state of injury, they are absolutely dead.

They can't go to the hospital, they have to go somewhere else that is absolutely safe to recuperate. They were going to another safe house in Tilo, but Ed suddenly woke up at that time. At his request, Marcy sent him and Tithes all the way to the Berg Heights, to Albert's Black Forest Castle.

If the opponent is A.R.X, there are few places in Stuttgarr that can be called completely safe. Albert's castle was definitely one of them, and no matter how bold A.R.X was, it was impossible to break into this place and attack Ed and Shilo.

But to the surprise of all of them, the next three days passed peacefully, as if everything had ended so simply. Marcy returned to the City Bureau and handled the follow-up on Susan's case. Albert's interest in the incident was unprecedentedly high because of the newly revealed relationship between Susan and A.R.X, which led Eliki to do a little more in-depth investigation during the three days.

Now that the results of the investigation have been obtained, it's time for everyone to sit down and have a good talk.

Marcy saw Ed lying in a comfortable-looking chair, surrounded by a half-circle of lawns with manicured shrubs and cedar trees and a sparkling lake on the other.

Because of the angle, Marcy only saw one of Ed's brains - before she knew it, the guy's hair had grown a lot, and it was time to cut his hair—but on the other hand, she could see the tithing sitting on Ed's side very clearly.

Completely different from the last time we met, Shijlo looked very peaceful today. She was dressed in a snow-white robe, her hair was scattered, and she lay quietly in her chair, not at all like a patient, but more like a patient who had just woken up from a deep, deep, long, long slumber. Her hands were stacked on her stomach, and her long, narrow eyes were half-open, faintly revealing a silver-black slender light from the inside.

Ed and Shilo seemed to be talking, talking about something like an old man and an old lady in the park. Because of their respective leg injuries, they each had a cane next to them.

Marcy's attention lingered on Tiji for a brief moment, and then shifted to the top of Eddard's brain. She walked quickly behind Eddard's chair and slapped Ed the head.

Marcy's palm didn't take its strength, and Ed was almost slapped off the recliner to the ground. He sat up and rubbed his head and looked back, but Marcy was already seated in another chair next to him. Out of the corner of Eddard's eye, he caught a glimpse of Albert and Eliki behind him, as well as the servant carrying the other two chairs. Then he turned his head and saw Marcy already sitting down.

“…… I'm sorry," he said dryly, stiffly, "and if my hair offends you, I'll shave it tomorrow." ”

"You should shave your own head off by the way, Eddard." Marcy took off the sunglasses off her face and looked at Ed with an intriguing look, "I thought you were here to recuperate, but you look like you're ...... Holiday? ”

"Like, indeed. You can interpret it as us recuperating from injuries while we are on vacation...... Just like Mr. Paflorenza. Ed turned his head to Tithe, "Do you remember our Mr. Parfrenza?" ”

"If you say it's the guy I pulled out half of my teeth," Shijlo rolled his eyelids, "of course, I remember. ”

"Later, I pulled one out too. I think I know why you like to do that, it's kind of fun. ”

"I don't like it. I only do that because it works. ”

"I've heard too many similar excuses for similar things in the past two days."

"I should have beaten you to death there."

"Maybe you really should."

Inexplicably and naturally, Ed and Tiji had a casual conversation again, and the content was not only messy, but also not nutritious. Marcy on the side looked at the two of them, her mouth slightly open, her brows furrowed.