Coming out of the seventh carriage and back to the Ariadne train, Phoebe waited for me in the dining car for a long time. Phoebe and I made an appointment to clean Zhen'er's room together, and it had been a few days since the auction had passed, and the room had long since lost its temperature due to Zhen'er's departure. Phoebe and I had a very tacit understanding about Zhen'er, and both sides remained silent, and neither of us was willing to speak first. It seems that Zhen'er is still with us, and will come out of the room one morning and say good morning to us with a smile. However, the moment he opened the door to Zhen'er's room, the dream was shattered, and everything was just self-deception.

A few rays of sunlight shine through the glass and obliquely into the house, and fine dust floats in the sunlight. The bed was ajar, and half of the book on the table was quietly waiting for its owner to come back and read it. It's like nothing happened.

I packed up the things on the table, and the page on the book deliberately read: "Why don't you do it, Tang Tang Zhihua?" Isn't it Suyong? Wang Ji's car. I closed the book, but when the wind blew, I turned to the "peach, scorching." ”

The peach is dying, scorching its glory. However, May is approaching, and the peach blossoms have long been gone.

Phoebe packs her little luggage in a small suitcase. She said she missed her. I said so did I.

Finally, all the emotions exploded. The silence between us was tacitly broken again. I told her what I had seen on the night of her accident, and she trayed out all the details of her disappearance. We all agree that this is no accident.

"That night, Zhen'er and I, there should be another person, that person, I'm sorry, I can't remember."

"That's Angelo." I reminded her that Phoebe still didn't remember Angelo.

"The three of us chatted together and talked about what we wanted to do in the future. I said I just had to work on Ariadne, and Vera said she wanted to be a bride. I teased her, and we started fighting. I asked again if you would like to work on the train so we could live together. And then ......" Phoebe was lost in thought, eager to repeat exactly what Vera had said that night. "Then she said she wanted to stay with us, but she was looking for somebody, and that person seemed to be called something...... Oh, it's called Changjun......"

"Wait, Phoebe, you said that man's name is Changjun? Is it Lin Changjun? ”

"I don't know if it's surnamed Lin ......," she replied uncertainly.

Changjun? Could there be such a coincidence? But it's not impossible. It was as if I saw a spider silk, and as long as I climbed up this spider silk, I could grasp the truth.

Tampered Books, Little Fox Demon, Lin Changjun, Army, Auction, Duke, Missing, Memory Warehouse, Roddy...... All the puzzle pieces are put together, and the picture in my mind gradually becomes clearer.

"Phoebe, I'll go find Roddy." As soon as I dropped this sentence, I left Zhen'er's room and walked briskly in the direction of the memory warehouse.

It's about eight o'clock in the evening, and it's not working hours, and there shouldn't be anyone else in the memory warehouse now except for Roddy. The room behind the Memory Warehouse Information Office is Roddy's room. Even though there was always something wrong with him at this time, I couldn't care about it that much. I knocked on the door of my room.

When he opened the door, he saw Roddy with a rare look of surprise. He wore glasses, a loose lounge suit, and his hair was still wet, presumably fresh from a shower.

"Do you know you're off work now?"

"Hmm." I nodded.

"This time...... You're not going to be interesting to me, are you? He smirked.

"Get out!" I gave him a blank look.

"Forget it, you're not my type either." He shrugged and let me into his room.

Roddy's room is a kind of LOFT type of house, with a duplex structure with two floors. A couch sits in the center of the room, bounded by a sofa, and in front of the long hair is a decorative wall filled with various collectibles and knick-knacks, as well as replicas of famous paintings. Behind the couch, against the wall, there was a large workbench full of papers. Bookshelves are embedded in the wall. Looking up to the second floor, you can see his bed and wardrobe.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

I sat on the couch and he brought me a glass of hot milk.

"Roddy, do you think what happened to Zhen'er is a coincidence?" I took a sip of milk and found that there was honey in it.

"What do you think?" He didn't answer me directly, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose reflected the light in the room.

"Zhen'er is just a little fox demon, who would want her books? The owner of the book that has been dropped will always have the value of use. Either a political rookie, or a business elite, or this person is in someone's way in the royal family, the military, or the Authority. In this way, Zhen'er doesn't seem to be in tune. Then there is only one possibility, Zhen'er is a bargaining chip, a chip prepared to threaten someone, and if the transaction fails, Zhen'er has no use value. ”

"It's not impossible for you to say that......" he did not deny.

"Phoebe told me tonight that Zhen'er is looking for someone named Changjun......" I interrupted.

"Chaoge, what do you think is the negotiation between the second lieutenant and the duke, and the duke takes Zhen'er's book to blackmail the second lieutenant. If the negotiation fails, will Zhen'er be abandoned? ”

"That's right. And I also think, Roddy, did you find something early on. Otherwise, you wouldn't have deliberately left Angelo and Phoebe behind before we left, in order to protect Zhen'er. ”

"Am I such a good person in your heart?"

"Isn't it?" Wouldn't it be a good person to protect me from Sister Su and take care of me at the auction?

Roddy probably didn't expect me to reply like this, his smile froze, a little surprise flashed in his eyes, and a slight sigh slipped out of his mouth.

"Chaoge, I'm not a good person......" I looked into his eyes as if looking into the abyss, the endless unknown prevented me from exploring the secrets at the bottom of the abyss, but Roddy lowered his eyebrows and smiled as if to tell me that there was only a crying child at the bottom of the abyss, helpless because he was left alone in the dark.

"And how did Zhen'er disappear in the train?"

Roddy, you actually know the truth, you just don't want to tell me.

"Probably through the memory storehouse." I'm not completely sure, it's all just speculation. "Someone from the Duke's command, who is also in the Authority, came to the train through the warehouse, took Zhen'er to the warehouse, and then went out through the other doors of the warehouse......"

"If that's the case, what would you do? Find out the betrayer of that Authority? ”

"No," I shook my head, I didn't think I could find the betrayer among hundreds of suspects. "I want to go to Ensign Lin, I want to know the whole truth, I want to tell him what Zhen'er wants...... I want to help him ......"

"Help him? Against the Duke? Although he used interrogative sentences, his tone seemed to tell me that he had expected me to think and act like this.

"Hmm. I know I'm beyond my means, but if I turn a blind eye to what happened to the Duke, I'll let the Duke's power swell. One day, the Duke's power will completely infiltrate the Authority, and at that point, I don't think I'll be able to get out of it entirely. ”

"Okay, I see." Luo Di stretched, "It's still the same sentence, Chaoge, if you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me." ”

I knew that you would help me, and you wouldn't be able to let me go. I've been waiting for your words.

A voice deep down told me that Roddy, he could be trusted. Although we have only known each other for a few months, in the past two days, I saw a familiar shadow in Roddy, and the more I got to know him, the more I realized that he was like someone, someone I had hidden deep in the depths of my memory. Sometimes, I catch the breath of that person and miss him very much, but his figure is ethereal and illusory, and I can't catch him, but I have always relied on him.

"Roddy, can I ask you another question?" I stirred the honey in the cup with a spoon. I've always had a habit of drinking hot milk with honey in the evenings, but it's a bit odd to use this to entertain guests.

"Say it." He held his head and was interested.

"How can you be so strange about the way you entertain guests?" I pointed to my cup.

"Well...... this," Roddy smiled lightly, like a spring breeze on his face, like the first snow falling, "because the girl I have a crush on likes to drink like this." ”

Well? I frowned, surprised.

"You still have a girl you like?"

"Of course."

I'm sorry, I always thought you were a prodigal playboy.

"What kind of person is she?" I suddenly became interested and wanted to dig up more gossip.

"What about her," the tenderness in Roddy's eyes was about to overflow, but he carefully held the tenderness. "She's a quirky girl, she always says things that don't have a head, and she's always worrying and very troublesome."

"But you like her very much, don't you?"

"Yes, I like it very much, I like it so much, I like it so much. To me, she is like a light. He lowered his eyes.

Roddy's fiery confession made me think that he was a boy in love.

"Have you confessed?"

"Confession, a few days before Christmas. I told her that I wanted our relationship to be more than that. The light in his eyes dimmed.

"Did she say yes?"

"She said she would give me an answer on Christmas Eve. Something happened that day, and I would never know her reply. The faint sadness in Roddy's eyes was only a fleeting, replaced by some subtle hope.

"I'm sorry." I shouldn't have asked this, I'm a little annoyed why I always poke other people's sore spots, intentionally or unintentionally.

"You don't have to apologize." He shoved me to my feet and half-shoved me to the door. "You hurry back, you come to me so late, if you are seen by others, you will be misunderstood that there is some ulterior relationship between us."

Just as I was getting up, I noticed what the two paintings were hanging on the wall of Roddy's room, both of which were the same theme, a fierce old man devouring a weak, helpless baby.

I recognized the two paintings, one by Rubens and one by Goya, and both with the names of Saturnalia.