In the dark, Ed felt someone scratching his beautiful long eyelashes, feeling like a cockroach, or a dog's tail grass, up and down, left and right. Scratch it off. He waved impatiently away, then rolled over and continued to lie down. Then he opened his eyes and saw the snow-white walls in front of him. A bullet shot through his head. He jerked over and sat up.

The room was small, windowless, like a storage room, or a basement, and it wasn't a bedroom for people anyway, but it was shoehorned into two beds, and he sat on one of them. The electric light overhead flickered with a blazing white light, reflecting the snow in the room.

A boy who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old sat on another bed and looked at Ed quietly. He has half-length black hair, vertical bangs covering his forehead, a pair of large black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and an ordinary black jacket on his upper body, and he doesn't feel a little vitality all over his body. But for some reason, Eddard's heart jumped at the first sight of him, as if he was being watched by an unknown being hidden in the dark.

"You're awake." The boy in glasses spoke flatly, and his voice sounded uncanny, inherently tender, as if he was talking to an old friend who had been friends for an unknown number of years, and who was about to die in front of him, "Does your head still hurt?" ”

Ed subconsciously touched the back of his head. Slimy, should have bled a little, but it wasn't a big deal to him.

“…… Mr. Tommy? He asked, looking tentatively at the boy in glasses, trying to be polite as much as he could. He didn't even know why he was doing it.

"Just call me Tommy." The eyed boy nodded, his voice still so flat, "You're older than me." ”

Ed felt like he couldn't take it anymore. The person in front of me is the same thing when I look at the photo, but after seeing the real person, it completely becomes a different feeling, as if he is a poet who has wandered in the universe for a long time, strange and weird, not dangerous, even very comfortable, but unconsciously pulls people into the black swamp, and rushes into it without a bubble.

He seemed to understand a little bit why the little witch in the art officer was in such a hurry to spend a lot of money to invite him to this person. There's something about this guy that makes people fall in, they get hooked, they get hooked—something that can't be put into words.

Ed stared at Tommy. He was much older than Tommy, at least ten years older, but he couldn't see through the man. He rarely encounters such a situation. And on the other hand, he's also too fucking calm.

"You know my name." Tommy continued to say calmly, "You're here specifically for me?" ”

"Someone entrusted me to find you."

"Who."

"Someone from the art gallery."

"Ah," Tommy looked down and lifted his glasses, "Miss Lilith." ”

"It's her." Ed nodded. He looked at Tommy, and felt his eyes black as a dead pool.

"You're a private detective?"

"Obviously."

"Now you've found me." Tommy smiled wryly, "But you'll have to be my companion." ”

"Do you know who they are and why are they arresting you?"

"I don't know."

"Didn't they say anything to you, like blackmail or something?"

"Not ever."

"Did they ask you anything?"

"Not ever."

"Did they say anything to you?"

"Not ever."

I don't know. Tommy didn't know anything like a little black bear who had been picked up from a watermelon patch, and he didn't know if he was stupid or too smart, and he couldn't even see any anxiety on his face in the face of this situation. Ed pursed his mouth, he didn't know what to say. So he wasn't going to say anything.

He stood up and walked to the door of the room. He was sure that the door had been specially replaced, the same style as the usual police station's detention cell, with a thick iron sheet and an iron-barred window in the middle of the upper part.

Ed looked out the window, and there was a narrow, dark hallway outside, with a dead end on the left and a few steps at the end of the view on the right. Sure enough, they were in an underground storage room. Good guys, Ice Cream has turned this place into a small cell. He was sure that no one would hear him even if he screamed his throat here, and he would summon the housekeeper first.

"Do you know anything about the people in this house," he asked, without looking back? ”

“…… There's only one person who has been here for a long time," Tommy thought about it for a moment, and then really gave Ed some useful information, "There are three other people who come over at certain times of the day to see me. Two of them are different every day, but there is one who has him every time. It was a bare-headed bearded man. ”

"Oh, bare-headed beard." Ed licked his lips, "What time of day do they come?" ”

"Not necessarily."

"Well, then it's going to be a bump."

"What?"

Tommy looked dazed, clearly not knowing what Ed's words meant. And Ed's face already showed a rare small boiling smile from his bloodline nature.

"Mr. Tommy," he said, turning to the boy with glasses, "and then listen to every word I say to you, okay?" ”

No matter what Ed says, Tommy's reaction is violent anyway. He refused in a very serious tone, but it only took three minutes for Ed to convince him. Then, a very terrible scream pierced the whole house, spreading to every corner, and even the cockroaches hidden in the cracks fled in a hurry.

A sound of footsteps sounded from the staircase, and a man in a beige suit with his back combed quickly rushed all the way down to the iron door of the basement, and looked inside through the small iron window. The first thing he saw was Tommy, with his legs on the bed, his head lying face down on the ground, his arms wide open, and his eyes dropped. Another new prisoner, dressed in a black suit and tie, was nowhere to be seen.

"Hell!"

The beige suit cursed, opened the iron door from the outside, and rushed into the room. But before he could fully understand the situation, a hand suddenly grabbed him by the collar of the neck from behind the side. Ed, who had already laid the ambush, grabbed the beige suit of the beige suit and threw him up and threw him on the wall. The nose in the beige suit was almost flattened, and for a moment he was dizzy and dizzy, while Ed stretched out his arm and wrapped it around his neck, locking his throat.

The beige suit struggled, but he had lost the opportunity to be attacked by the first hand, Ed's strength was terrifying, his face was bloodshot and red, his eyes bulged out, and he soon lost all his strength, closed his eyes and fainted.

Ed threw aside the soft body of the beige suit, patted the folds on the body of the clothes, his face was not red or panting, his eyes were calm and easy. He gave a thumbs up to Tommy, who had already gotten up on the ground and put his glasses back on.

"Well done, Mr. Tommy. Amazing acting. "Now, follow me, but don't get too close to me." I'll take you out. ”

The two men walked out of the underground cell and locked their unconscious beige suits inside. God knows when this dude will wake up, and keep him locked up so there won't be another possible follow-up trouble.

Following the stairs, Ed and Tommy emerge from underground. Ed doesn't deliberately control his steps, while Tommy tiptoes cautiously. When they walked into the living room, the people inside had already heard the approaching footsteps.

Two people, one is Ice Cream Jiri, and the other is a young man in his twenties wearing a yellow coat. The two of them were playing cards on the coffee table, looking quite focused.

"What's going on, Riley?" Ice Cream asked without raising his head, "Don't tell me that little bespectacled recipient was insulted by a wolf." ”

The hood let out a laugh, and as she laughed, she looked up and looked this way. Then he couldn't laugh anymore, and his stammering expression looked unusually funny. Ed tightened his tie and reached out to him in a hello.

"Jiri!"

The cap let out a high-pitched scream, sounding as if a splash of blood had been squeezed out of his throat, spraying Gilry in the face. Jiri stared blankly and looked up, not knowing what was going on for a moment. Then after seeing the urgent and frightened face of the coat, he immediately reacted and turned his head back. Ed had already appeared behind him, looking down at him.

The two met eye contact, and Ed grabbed Jire's ice cream head with both hands, pulled him up from the couch like a turnip, and slammed it backwards to the ground like a mad shrew smashing a not-so-expensive vase. Of course, Jiri was not fragile enough to shatter when he fell, but the sturdiness of the knot really made him miserable, lying on the ground moaning and convulsing, and his body shrunk into a prawn.

Then Ed turned around and saw Hoodie scrambling to reach out and pull out a gun from his arms, aiming the muzzle at Ed, but he trembled and hesitated to know whether to shoot. He had apparently scared a lot of people with his guns, but it never seemed like he had actually shot anyone.

His brief hesitation was like a big coconut falling from the sky to Ed, falling right on his hand, allowing him to throw it out and smash the half-thug's head.

Before the lame threatening words could come out of Hoodie's mouth, Ed jumped over the couch where Gilled was sitting just now, jumped on the coffee table where the two were playing cards, jumped in front of Hood, and then kicked Hood in the face. He was so hard at this foot that his hat was not just a simple injury like a nosebleed, one of his teeth flew straight out of his mouth on the way backwards, and fell to the ground a few times more times in the air than he did, and fell to the side of his face that rolled his eyes and drooled.

"Be careful!"

Tommy's hurried warning suddenly sounded in the corner of the room. Ed turned his head suddenly, saw that the ice cream had regained his strength, gritted his teeth and took out a pistol from his arms, and pinched his finger at Ed without hesitation. He's obviously not a rookie like a hat, he's really done something uninteresting with this uninteresting toy.

The gunshot rang out, Ed's muscle reaction speed was faster than the speed of brain thinking, the conditioned sideways dodge the bullet, and then stepped on the sofa and swept and kicked Jire's side head, kicking him to the ground, jumping in front of him, grabbing his head and lifting him up from the ground, and then falling to the ground again, after falling, he grabbed him and lifted him and fell to the ground, after falling, he grabbed and lifted and fell back to the ground, one time harder than the other, one time more fierce than the other, fell five times in a row, He didn't stop until Gilled couldn't even moan, and until Ed himself was a little breathless.