In the small space, Ed could smell Susan's hot body scent, a scent that seemed to be a mixture of seaweed, lavender, and a hint of orchid chrysanthemum. Ed had already guessed what brand of shower gel was in the bathroom. The child may have just been bathed in the morning.

She was lying on Ed's back, the weight of her whole body pressing on Ed, especially the part of her chest. It took a lot of effort for Ed to carry the weight. He was about to stay.

The noise in the room died down, and it gradually fell silent. But they didn't move right away, but waited for a few more minutes.

"They're gone." Ed heard the girl whisper behind his head, and the hot breath hit his earlobe, causing him to tilt his head. There is no self-consciousness, it is purely a natural reaction of the body.

"Wait a little longer." He said.

They waited for about five more minutes, until they were sure that there was really no one else in the room, and then they carefully removed the boxy ceiling in front of them and poked their heads out halfway.

Below was another living room in the apartment, a small living room connected to the main one, with a table directly below the ceiling that Ed and Susan had stepped on to climb on. Fortunately, the interior of this apartment is designed in such a way that they can take this risk and win a chance to survive. Now Ed's physical strength is close to exhaustion, and he is not at all sure of winning against his old peers.

He jumped down from the ceiling to the table first, and then took Susan as well. To be honest, holding such a young and invincible girl can indeed be called enjoyment, super seductive. But one of Ed's greatest strengths is knowing when to stop.

So he carried Susan carefully and slowly down from the table to the ground before putting the girl down. As soon as the girl hit the ground, she ran to the side, still holding the pistol tightly in her hand.

"Who were those just now?" She asked calmly and quickly, her big eyes staring straight at Eddard, as if she would shoot this man in the head if he did anything strange.

"Do you know anything about your parents?" Ed didn't answer the girl directly, but sat down on a chair without hesitation, and asked, "Do you know what their jobs are?" ”

Susan looked at Ed, blinked, and lowered her head. “…… I know," she said, "and some of them and some ...... Very bad people mixed together. ”

"That's all you know?"

"What's the matter with you?!" Susan looked up abruptly and yelled at Ed with some annoyance, "Who the hell are you?!" ”

"Relax, Miss, don't worry, let's come one problem at a time." Ed raised his hands and made a small gesture of surrender, "First of all, answer the first one - those people just now, who were mixed with your parents, can be said to be 'colleagues' at work." Of course, your parents may not know them at all, and normally, they won't be interested in your parents. But now because of your parents, they're chasing you. As for whether it wants to catch you or skin you and roast you, it's uncertain. ”

“……”

"As for me — I'm a private investigator. I'm looking for you. ”

"Private detective?" Susan glared, "Look for me." ”

"That's right." Ed stood up, "I need you to follow me now." ”

"Why should I follow you?" Susan immediately resisted, "I don't know about you. ”

"But I know you." Ed said, frowning, "Probably in some ways better than you know where you are." You need my help now. ”

"You don't know anything about me." Susan looked away from Ed, "I don't need your help. ”

"And who do you expect to help you, Shiro?" Ed looked at Susan, his gaze became solid and sharp, and his voice was no longer as cynical as before, but as serious as a knife, "Do you expect Shilo to go so far as to kill everyone for you?" ”

"You-" Susan turned around and looked at Ed in shock, breathing heavily, "what the hell do you know?!" ”

Ed took a step forward towards Susan, who subconsciously raised her pistol, but Ed ignored it, as if he hadn't noticed it at all. He tricked himself into front of Susan, reached out and slapped the wall behind the girl, using his relatively tall body to confine the girl in the small space. The breaths of the two intertwined.

"I'll tell you what I know," he said, looking down into Susan's eyes, his voice muffled at the moment, with a bit of the magnetism peculiar to mature men, "I know I'm a private detective, I know I've taken the money, I've taken an anonymous commission from somebody I don't know, I know I went to that damn Bakitardon Sixteen yesterday morning. In house 2174 Main Street, I knew I saw two bodies in that house, and I saw an unlucky man who was bandaged into a silkworm chrysalis and stuffed into a cupboard, and I knew that I was there and had a bad fight with a couple of other unlucky men—and then I knew what had happened in that house the night before, and I knew what had happened to your parents, and I knew that they had a fifteen-year-old daughter who was involved in what was because of them. Knowing that she's now hanging out with a former hired killer in the underworld, sheltered under the wings of a hired killer with blades and bullets bloody - and then you know what I know? ”

Ed paused, took a breath, and calmed down.

"I know what my client, who I still don't know who it is, might be trying to pay me to hire me for something. I shouldn't have accepted it, but I've taken the money and haven't given a fucking refund yet! ”

“……”

"Tia thinks she can protect you, and so do you. I understand you, but I want to tell you that's not realistic. You must leave with me now, this place has been discovered by them and is no longer safe. And if they have a way to find Tilo, a hideout that should have been impossible to discover, there must be a way to find her next hideout that should not have been discovered. You can't follow her anymore. ”

"So you want me to follow you?"

"I have absolutely safe places for you."

"A private detective's tone is so big."

"After all, the work in every line of work has become more and more difficult these years, and we must keep both hands at all times." Ed shrugged, "If you have something you want to pack, you'd better hurry." ”

“…… I'm not going. Susan shook her head, her eyes lowered, and her attitude was firm, "I'm going to wait for my sister here." ”

Ed was a little worried at this moment. He frowned, stared at Susan, who was standing stubbornly there, and took two steps back, his hands on his shoulders.

"You like tithes, don't you?" He asked, but his tone didn't feel suspicious at all, "You're very dependent on her?" ”

"It's none of your business."

"yes, it's none of my business, but I'm fucking running around like a fool." Ed snorted, "If you really care about her, you should follow me." ”

“……”

"Do you know who your current opponent is?" Ed pressed forward step by step, his tone vicious, like a loan shark wild dog collecting debts, "Do you know who those people who just came to arrest you are? Now that Tia is dealing with them, she has already killed many of them, and she can kill many more of them. But as long as you're there, those people will keep getting stronger and stronger, until the tithes can't stop them. Even tithes themselves may have some unpredictable accidents along the way. And it's all because of you. ”

"No!" Susan looked up sharply, "No! Sister, she won't ......"

"I fought her today," Ed interrupted Susan, "not long ago. I told her who I was, I told her I wanted to take you away, but she refused. So we got into a fight. She beat me up badly. ”

"Sister can kill you directly." Susan smiled demonstratively, like a cute puppy.

"Yes, she could." Ed nodded, "But I can kill her too." ”

"I don't believe it."

"A lot of things that no one will believe until they happen. Would you believe me if I had told you three days ago that your parents would soon be dead and that you would soon be plunged into a dark quagmire that you didn't understand? ”

“……”

"I'm just offering you a possibility. Your tithe-sister - she is powerful, but the enemies you face are even more formidable because they are more numerous and endless. I won't say that Tilo doesn't have the slightest chance of winning against them, but it's more likely that an accident like the one today will happen again, and you'll be captured by your enemies, and all her efforts will be in vain. Don't think I'm being alarmist, or I wouldn't be here now, and the door wouldn't have been mistaken for a red cloth for bullfighting. ”

Ed stepped forward again, leaned closer to Susan, looked down at her, and lowered his voice.

"You know, I'm helping you, helping both of you." "Reluctantly, it's my job, and I've taken over it," he said. And I'm a person who pays a lot of attention to credibility, because credibility is everything in my business. ”

Susan looked up and looked at Ed with her mouth slightly open. Her eyes were teary, as if she was about to cry.

"I don't want to leave my sister." She said in a sobbing voice.

"It's just a temporary parting," Ed shook his head, reaching out to stroke Susan's head, "she'll come to me, I know she will." And when the time comes, I'll take her to see you, and you'll see you again. But I'm not going to let her take you. Until it's all over, I must make sure you're safe and that the enemy won't use you to cause us any more trouble. Do you understand what I mean? ”

Susan didn't speak, just nodded with a lowered gaze.

"Go clean up." Ed said, "We're leaving." ”

This time Susan didn't say anything more. She turned, walked along the edge of the couch in the small living room into an aisle, and disappeared around the corner. Ed guessed it was supposed to be the location of the living room.

Of course, he had no interest in the girl's bedroom, so he turned his head and walked into the large living room, and then looked at the door at the end of the hallway, which was already a little twisted. It's broken, but at least it's well covered. The men seemed to be shut down as they left.

Ed looked at the door, and suddenly a strange feeling rose in his heart. He walked into the hallway, walked over to the door, reached out and grabbed the crooked handle, and pulled it open—

“……”

"I thought you were going to talk until dark."

The straw-blonde young man stood in the doorway, his hands in his trouser pockets, looking at Ed leisurely, grinning the corners of his mouth and revealing a somewhat comical exaggerated smile. His teeth were white, like shells made of platinum, and they almost blinded Ed's 777-carat kryptonite dog eyes. For mobile phone users, please browse FO to read, and it is more convenient to read in the palm of your hand.