Deep in the hidden underground parking lot, Ed and Nina looked at Marcy and Carré in the comatose carriage, and glanced at each other, finding that they were both as confused as they were.

"There's no such thing in our deal." Ed said, one hand in his trouser pocket and squinting at his employer.

Nina was silent and stood there for a moment, then suddenly showed a relaxed smile and tilted her head to look at Ed. "Which link are you talking about?"

"I think you know." Ed gestured to the inside of the carriage, "They're a little bigger than ants. ”

Ed wasn't talking nonsense. These two people are indeed a little bigger than ants, and it is impossible to be invisible.

"I don't see anything superfluous." Nina's voice was calm, calm as a bottomless clear pool, "I think we'd better finish what we're going to do as soon as possible and get out of here." When the time comes, my dad will naturally send someone to find him and dispose of all the things that belong to him. You tell me? ”

She meant it clearly, and she was sure Ed understood what she was talking about. Whoever the two people who are now in the car have nothing to do with them. That was her father's business, and she was sure that her father would take care of everything after that.

Ed didn't speak, and stood silent. But Nina knew that the poor boy detective had made a wise choice. Then, she looked at him with a frown.

"So, what are you waiting for?"

"Huh?" Ed was inexplicable, "What did you say?" ”

"Weird, I thought you were a detective."

"I am."

"Then your brain should at least be able to tell you what to do now." Nina stretched out her hand and pointed to the goods in the carriage, "What I want is inside." Go find it out. ”

"There's no such thing as an agreement between us." Ed muffled and repeated what he had said before.

The corners of Nina's eyes twitched. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. "Do you need me to add money for you?"

"If you can."

"Deal." Nina was neat and happy, and her voice was like that of a red-eyed crocodile with a headache, "Now, can you work?" ”

Ed shrugged. He jumped into the wagon, pulled Marcy and Carré aside from the way, and began to draw Nina from box to cardboard. He is fast, serious and moves beautifully like a pickpocket with ten years of plagiarism experience. He ended up finding a black suitcase.

Ed didn't know if Nina's father had done this on purpose or if he couldn't think of a more creative way to slip the scroll into a suitcase like a chopstick. But it was there, stuck diagonally inside the suitcase like a chopstick. Ed took it out, poured the painting out of the tube, and unfolded it for a look.

It was a painting that he couldn't read, like a large cloud of color, or marshmallows, or a large mass of snot. However, its colors are so brilliant that at a glance it makes people feel like they are deeply immersed in it, erratic, and hazy and want to go to the toilet.

Ed didn't appreciate it. He rolled up the painting, stuffed it back into the tube, snapped it back into the suitcase, closed the suitcase again, turned and strode cautiously through the furniture and cargo in the carriage, and finally jumped out of the carriage. He handed it to Nina.

Nina did the same thing as Ed in the carriage, laboriously taking out the painting, unfolding it and looking at it, and then her eyes showed joy. "That's right, this is it."

"What's its name?" Ed asked.

Nina put down the painting and glanced at Ed, as if she didn't expect him to ask such a question. "Psychedelic Drift, the work of Shag, the great artist of the earth a hundred years ago."

Ed nodded, not asking any more questions. Nina then rolled it up, tucked it back into the tube, and snapped it back into her suitcase. She looked relieved.

"It was a bit of an unexpected event, but overall it went well. Well done, detective. Nina smiled charmingly, then reached into her satchel, pulled out her pistol with random movements, and pulled the trigger in the direction of Ed's neck, who was completely unguarded.

Very small impact, more like a slingshot than a gun. A tiny red shadow flashed through the air, and Ed felt something stab him in the neck. Immediately afterward, he saw the whole of the beautiful Nina in front of him twisted, elongated, and finally formed into a ball, like a cloud, a marshmallow, or a big snot.

He gasped for breath, waving his hands wildly, trying to hold on to something to stabilize his body. He remembered that the van was next to him, but he didn't touch it for a long time. At last he finally touched something hard, but he did it with his own forehead. He realized that he had fallen headlong to the ground.

"It's ...... Cyanidation. Potassium? Ed muttered, "Cyanide. Potassium...... It's really tasteless. ”

He wanted to stand up, but he couldn't stand up alone in a sea of concrete. He felt his legs and limbs sink into some highly absorbing liquid, submerging his hands and feet, and submerging his whole body. He inhaled hard and slowly crawled in one direction. He felt as if he had hit something, and when he looked up, he saw a tombstone with a name written on it, the name of someone he knew, but he couldn't see it clearly. He looked closely, and found that the tombstone had fallen entirely, and slapped him underneath.

He fell, and fell, and fell, and then disappeared into the dark abyss.

“……”

Looking at Ed who fell to the ground, Nina put away the tranquilizer gun and shook her head with a sigh.

"You're lucky, detective." She said, "You should have died." However, I don't think it's much worse now. ”

Of all the things Nina said to Ed, only a fraction of them were true. It is true that her mother has recently passed away, and she and her father have indeed broken up, and they do have a valuable old painting in their home, but the problem is that her mother did not leave this painting to her in the end, she did not leave it to anyone, because after all, the painting did not even belong to her.

Nina's family is a family of thieves, or rather, a family of thieves. Nina's father, mother, and Nina herself were all highly skilled thieves, and her mother was the most skilled, and that ancient painting was her greatest trophy.

It's a pity that no thief can steal a moment of time from the hands of time. After a merciless illness took her mother away, Nina broke up with her father over some things, and the two separated and had a dispute over the ownership of the painting. In the end, Nina's father forcibly took the painting away, and Nina could only stare at it.

But of course she wasn't willing to leave it at that. So she found Eddard, an amateur detective who was short of money, single, not a little famous, and had just settled here from an alien planet, and was the perfect tool to take advantage of.

But of course, she wouldn't pay Ed a penny when it was over. The first few bills were all Eddard's payment for her messy helper.

One last look at the scene, at the three people who were unconscious here and didn't know anything, Nina turned to leave, never to stay again.

She knew that her amazing father, who had always tried to be clean, would take care of everything.