Ed stood on the side of the road, struggling to look at the remarkable building in front of him with a severe lack of natural light, his neck tilted ninety degrees to the left. Of course, this posture is quite awkward, but there is no way. He rarely saw this kind of architectural art that he couldn't take his eyes off.

The Obdolon Art Museum looks like an undercurrent hidden in the depths of the sea, or half a tongue, or half a bowl of noodles, in short, it has a soft and wavy feeling. It's close to the centre of Stuttgar, but only in the far reaches of the city centre, because you'll never find a truly jungle-like green mountain in the midst of the steel jungle. And now Ed stood at the foot of the mountain, just like Obdoron in front of him.

Ed was dressed appropriately. Shiny leather boots, a one-button black suit, and a white shirt and black tie. After more than two months in Stuttgar, a super-metropolis suspended in the mid-sky of Titan, he had never dressed so formally. Today he's coming to meet a big client, the super wealthy kind.

Then he was stopped as he entered the door.

Originally, Ed thought that the security guards of the art museum might be able to have a little bit of ethereal and gentle artistic atmosphere under the long-term immersion, at least they would not yell like a donkey with their ears pulled out. But he was wrong, the people who work in such places are stubborn enough to turn a real donkey into a cauldron of soup.

"I have an appointment." He told the doorman, who had dark circles under his eyes and had his hat crooked because he was in a hurry to get up and dress, trying to explain to him what was going on, "I'm a private detective. ”

"It doesn't matter who you are and me!" The doorman with two mustaches gasped and straightened his hat, "It's four o'clock in the morning!" ”

"They specifically asked me to come over at this time."

"Who?"

"The one who paid me."

"I saw your ghost!"

The doorman pushed Ed out of the door in a rage, almost trying to use his feet.

"I didn't get any instructions in advance, who knows what kind of nonsense you're talking about!" He yelled impatiently, "Get out!" ”

In the midst of the rude pushing, Ed's black suit was crumpled and wrinkled. His eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers unbuttoned the only button on his upper body, and the slender tie floated out.

Just as things were about to get out of hand, a tired but majestic voice rang out from the depths of the inner chamber, like a sleeping dragon sneezing after being dusted off its nose by chicken feathers.

"Stop, Georgie!"

The world is quiet at this moment. The doorman, Jorge, stopped his comical physical farce with Ed, and turned his head back with a look of astonishment and a hint of horror, and Ed followed him. A man walked out of the dark corridor and walked slowly into the antechamber, heading this way.

This is a very handsome man, although he seems to be a little unkempt in his clothes because of staying up late, but in terms of temperament, he directly wins without a fight. He wore no coat, only a white shirt, a golden back, and a pair of large black-rimmed glasses on his face, which added a subtle, dangerous sense of elegance to him.

He paused on the floor in the middle of the hall, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and raised his chin with half-open eyes looking in the direction of Ed and Georgie.

"Let him in, Jorgie." He said, with a blue glint in his eyes, "I asked him to come." ”

"Mr. Russell......" the mustachioed Jorcie blushed, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and for a moment he was a little incoherent, "Of course, of course...... Of course! ”

He quickly stepped back to the side, making way for Eddard. Ed glanced at him, but he lowered his head and stopped making eye contact with Eddard. Ed blinked thoughtfully, reached out to straighten his suit, smoothed out the wrinkles on it, and walked forward past George, no longer caring about the poor little man.

Russell stood still, watching Eddard wait for him to come to his side. And it wasn't until he got closer that Ed found that Russell's dark circles had become very serious. Ed almost thought it was a smoky eye he had done on purpose. He really almost thought that, and while he knew it was weird, you never knew what kind of weirdos were in the realm that had to do with the word art.

"Jorge is rude, isn't it?" He said, in a casual tone, as he turned and walked deeper into the building. Ed followed him closely.

"It's okay," Ed replied, "I've seen anything more rude than he has." ”

"I bet they're going to end badly." Russell smiled and turned his head back at Ed and winked at him, "I think I should have saved Jorge's ass just now." ”

It's not an easy question to answer, so Ed doesn't say anything. Russell didn't ask too much, just sighed lightly.

"I still miss Davy."

"Who is David?"

"Davisto, George's predecessor, spent 10 years at the gallery and did a pretty good job."

"Where did he go?"

"Two years ago he had an accident."

Ed nodded, understanding what he meant. Just then, Russell looked up and yawned. It was a very, very powerful yawn, and Ed rarely saw such a strong yawn, and he almost wanted to draw a pillow on the spot and pay a lot of money to order a unicorn.

"You seem very tired?" He squinted at Russell, casually asking as he walked.

"I've been very busy lately, and I have a joint exhibition to hold in collaboration with other art galleries. Thanks to my sister. ”

"Your sister?"

"Lilith – Stuttgar's greatest genius." Russell's voice was filled with exclamation as he said this, and there was a little awe that bordered on fear when he listened closely, "She's a demon, you know detective, she's a mermaid, it's living art, it's fucking art itself." She never likes to show her head and rarely uses her work for commercial purposes, but this time — I don't know if she's crazy — she moved all her stash out and used it to make this joint exhibition happen. Believe me, this is an event that will go down in the history of Stuttgarh! ”

"Of course, Mr. Russell." Ed, who didn't have a little research on art, nodded politely, "Of course, I have no doubts. ”

"By the way," Russell said suddenly, "she's your employer." ”

"Who?"

"Lilith, my sister." Russell squinted at Ed, "She asked me to come to you." ”