Ed's room, in the innermost corner of the third floor of the Black Forest Castle, was a fairly comfortable and luxurious room - maybe a little too comfortable, so comfortable that Ed woke up three times in one night when he first arrived, always dreaming that he kept falling and falling, falling into an endless black hole. He didn't have this experience afterwards, because he stopped touching the bed and slept on the floor. If he had to guess, he would have made the same choice as him. It's just speculation, and it can't be determined. Who knows? He didn't really know the woman well.

Looking out of the window of his room, he could see a large area of tall cedar forests pressed by black pressure, as well as a corner of the lake, and the scenery was very beautiful. The floor of the room is covered with a blue carpet that gives people a melancholy princely feeling, and the color quality is so rich that when you step on it, you will feel like you are sticking. There is also a large writing desk in the room, made of mahogany, carved at the four corners, and it should be not a short time, and it can be guessed that it is very valuable. On the wall opposite the window hangs a life-size portrait of the famous Black Star Justice "Oliveentel" in Stuttgar's history. As an ancient man who has been dead for more than a hundred years, he is already very remarkable.

Ed noticed something was wrong before he even pushed the door. He had left the door closed, but now it was hidden—the servants of the manor were not allowed to trespass into the guests' rooms without permission, so it was certainly not them who were doing the regular cleaning work. There was someone else in there, and no doubt it was coming for him.

Ed's brow twitched, and he pushed the door open and walked into the room. Not at all, he saw a familiar figure.

She stood by the window of her room, standing lazily. One of her shoulders was leaning against the wall, her coat was taken off, and she was dropped on the couch, revealing her smart dark blue shirt underneath, and her eyes were looking out at the mountain landscape. She was smoking—which wasn't very common—and the smell was all too familiar to Ed.

"'Intermission'......"

Throwing both of his crutches aside, Ed sat down and poured himself a cold cup of tea. Marcy turned her head and glanced at him, her gaze nonchalant.

"You've been talking for too long." She said.

"Most of the time I was talking and she didn't even spit out a few words. I think I might have been fooled. ”

"I don't believe it." Marcy took the cigarillo in her mouth, turned around, and sat down across from Ed, "You've definitely got something you wanted." ”

"You're here to find out what I've gotten out of the doctor?" Ed shook his head, "You're like a kindergarten principal. ”

"There are too many children who don't know how to learn, too many teachers who don't know how to do it – that means you have to take on some extra work. And you're the best at finding me extra work. You're simply a trouble magnet. ”

"You can leave me alone."

"I think so."

Glaring at Ed in annoyance, Marcy lay back on the couch and exhaled a puff of white smoke. Then she shook her head tiredly, her eyes closed, and then half-opened. She had a look of "forget it" and "fuck it".

"As for Susan," she said, "you're not going to leave it at that, are you?" There are no question marks in her question.

"It's not my style to just let go. If I'm going to start doing the math, I'm going to have to do it. ”

"You stubborn bastard." Marcy scolded seriously in a non-salty tone, looking at Ed, "Don't tell me there's no tithing influence here. ”

"She's one of the reasons." Ed said, then gave Marcy a strange look, "Why do you care so much about her?" ”

"She's a risk factor for instability."

"Do you think she could still hurt me now? She saved my life. ”

"I know she saved your life. I've seen it with my own eyes. "But—you should see, the flames don't hurt because it wants to hurt anyone, it's just because it's too close. ”

"I understand this."

"You're pushing yourself into the fire pit, Eddard." Marcy calmly suppressed that little irritability, and her face was not good at all, "A.R.X is a big fire, and so is Tilo and the Black Table organization behind her, and these two fires are connected because of Susan, a girl, and anyone who tries to touch her will only end up on fire - not even ashes will fall." ”

"So," Eddard said in a tone that seemed to be saying something completely unrelated to himself, "your withdrawal seems to me to be a very wise choice. ”

"Huh." A sneer appeared on the corner of Marcy's mouth, "If it weren't for the bureau's orders, I would have liked to have a good time." You don't have to guess to know that this game is definitely very exciting. ”

"Then you should understand." Ed spread his hands and shrugged, "The difference between me and you is that I don't have any 'top' - I have the final say. ”

Marcy rolled her eyes. She saw that Ed wanted to drink the cup of black tea she had just poured, so she leaned forward and snatched it first, and poured it herself. Then she grabbed her coat from the couch and stood up.

"Tell the killer," she said, "that in a short time — at least two months — you'd better do whatever you have to do, and don't try in vain to start an investigation as soon as you're healed, and trust me that nothing will come of it, just in vain." In this case, if you want to find her again, if you want to contact her again - kill her, persuade her to turn back, or pry some information out of her mouth - the only option is to wait for her to appear again. If you don't believe me, ask your dear 'good fellow' Albert and he'll explain it to you. You can't imagine how rigorous the follow-up aftermath work will be for such an organization at the A.R.X level, even if it is an 'owl', it will not achieve any fruitful results during this period, because they are the first to be targeted...... You know, maybe she doesn't need to tell her, she should know this herself. See you later. ”

“……”

"Oh yes." As she walked to the door, Marcy suddenly stopped again and looked back at Ed, "If something happens then, remember to contact me in time." ”

"I thought the city bureau had closed the case by now."

"Anyway, it's not the first time I've done it with the upper face, and it's for their good to let them fry their hair a few more times, which is good for their physical and mental health."

Marcy said, pushing open the door with one hand, turning her head back to look out into the hallway, about to leave. But Ed suddenly stopped her at this time.

"Wait a minute."

"Huh?"

Marcy turned her head back to Ed. Ed was also turning his head to look at her.

"I do have something I want your help with." Ed said, his hand touching the wound on his thigh, "You...... The day after tomorrow - the day after tomorrow, is there time? ”

"What."

"Be a driver for me and take me somewhere. I'm going to meet someone. ”

"Someone."

"The culprit who dragged me into this maelstrom."

……

Marcy knew who the man Ed was talking about. Ed's description of him is not wrong at all, it was an anonymous commission from him and a small sum of money that now seems to be a complete loss that dragged Ed into this huge vortex that involved all the forces of the dark world. To be honest, Marcy wasn't interested in being Ed's driver, but she really wanted to know who this person really was. At the same time, she also wondered, how did Ed, who didn't have time to do relevant investigations, know the identity of the other party, could it be a guess? But why is Ed so sure?

When that day arrived, Marcy drove her own car to the Black Forest Castle in the Berg Heights and picked up Eddard. Ed came out on his own. Although compared to the monster girl who doesn't know why but has a body structure that is very different from ordinary people, Ed's recovery ability is definitely ranked in the middle and upper ranks at the interstellar level, and it is the top group of ordinary human beings. Injuries that take a long, long time for an average person to recover, he only needs half or even less to heal.

Eliki sent Ed out of the manor gates. Albert didn't come out, but just said goodbye to Ed while he was inside. If a character like him is too casual, he loses his identity. However, Ed was surprised that he knew what was wrong with his identity, and he thought that this 'good fellow' had long since lost that common sense.

Then, at Eddard's instructions, Marcy drove in silence and surprise all the way to a place that was all too familiar to each of them, Bachitardon XVI. 2,174 Main Street.

"Are you sure you're going there?" In the car, Marcy couldn't help but ask Ed out loud. Her tone was full of wonder and suspicion.

"I'm sure." Ed said. He had a gentle smile, as if he was going to visit some old friend. But there was something else in the smile.

Marcy notices Eddard's strangeness. If there is anyone who knows Ed best out of everyone on Titan, the sky metropolis of Stuttgar, then unfortunately it is Marcy. Not only did she notice Eddard's strangeness, but she was also surprised to tell what the ingredient of that strangeness was—it was fear.

Fear, fear, horror, trepidation—it's pretty much something like that. She had never felt anything like this in Ed's body, and she had never even imagined that Ed would have such mortal emotions as a human being. She suddenly realized with amusement that although the guy sitting next to her looked indestructible, under the hard, thorny shell, he was also a soft and warm flesh and blood.

When the car stopped, Marcy turned to look at the two thousand one hundred and seventy-four. Because it had been uninhabited for a while, it lacked vitality, and now the big house has gradually evolved into a "haunted house", and the weeds in the courtyard have grown into octopus whiskers.

"We're here." She said.

"Hmm," Ed also twisted his head, looking at the dark building directly across from the haunted house, and opened his mouth dryly, "...... We're here. ”