Grantin pulls out the key to open the door, and walks through the hallway to find that the living room light is still on. He looked closer and found Kirsart curled up sleeping on the couch in the living room.

Maybe it was the sound of herself opening the door that alarmed her.

Cosette soon got up from the couch with sleepy eyes, rubbing her eyes:

"Sir, you're back...... There's stew in the kitchen, I'll heat it up for you right away. ”

After saying that, without waiting for him to refuse, he ran into the kitchen barefoot.

Grandin felt a soft touch somewhere inside him. He suddenly felt that even when he was chasing the extraordinary, sometimes he should stop and look at the scenery around him.

The brisket was already very soft because it had been stewed for a long time, and he also shared the burritos he brought back.

He and Cosette sat at opposite tables and had a very heartwarming dinner, although they were late.

With a belly full of food, Grandin fell asleep almost touching the pillow.

……

Early in the morning, when Wiggins came to deliver the newspaper, Grandin, who was in good spirits, was already sitting at the table in his shirt and light brown waistcoat.

"Wiggins, your development companion really helped me a lot yesterday."

Grandin flipped through the newspaper and told him about what had happened to him the previous day. Of course, he omitted the extraordinary part, and finally praised him.

Hearing the compliment, Wiggins was very calm:

"Sir, that's because you were in the Eastern District at the time, so you were able to get effective help. Because most of our members are in the East End and Joe Wood districts. If it's in Queens, it doesn't work so well. ”

Maybe it's because he's been leading a group of half-grown kids lately, and his temperament has calmed down a lot.

"That's enough, Queens simply won't have our turn to worry about."

Grandin took the bread from Cosette and spread a thick layer of jam on the bread.

"But if you call, Robin will come and report at any time!"

Wiggins gave a military salute and became the bubbly boy again.

After breakfast, Grandin rode in a carriage to the night watchman's quarters, with a can of ground coffee from Sibelang. The free coffee he picked up in the cafeteria last time tasted like a pot of water, making him give up on his plans to have another drink today.

Grandin believes that within his ability, he still has to work hard to improve the happiness of his life.

Captain Al was the only one in the 'emergency team', and he didn't move a place all night, and even his sitting posture was exactly the same as yesterday.

Grandin stole a glance at his captain's face as he placed the coffee cans. found that his face was ruddy, and there was no danger of sudden death for the time being, so he was relieved.

He sat down at his desk and began to fill out his subsidy application form and a list of material losses.

Al took the initiative to bring up yesterday's incident-

He had already handed over his report to the Templars overnight, but no news had been heard from yet.

Just as Grandin was deliberating whether to add a '0' to the number of items on his material loss list, the rest of the group arrived.

Today, Ms. Helen in the first half of the district sent a mission to have them infiltrate a banquet to spy on suspicious criminals. To put it bluntly, he went to be a bodyguard, and Grandin was not interested in this, so he clocked out at noon.

He plans to give himself a half-day off today.

After a working meal in the night watchman's lounge, he went to the square in front of the church to feed the pigeons.

He then took the steam subway to Shinguba in the West End, where he attended the salon of occult literature, where most of the occultists were lovers.

He disguised himself as a folklorist who studied mythology and stories, and easily blended in. And his nonsense horror stories were very popular with them, and when he left, he received an official membership invitation card.

The environment in the West District is more than a step better than in the North District, and the tall street trees on both sides of the road add a lot of brilliance to the area. Parks and squares can also be found everywhere, and one of the most striking features is that the pedestrians on the road walk at a slower pace, and their faces are very calm.

Grandin stood on the platform of the station, staring at the openwork carvings on the street lamps, wondering if he might want to go to the West End market and buy some good beef.

Just as his mind drifted away, a woman walked up to him across the street.

She had brown hair and blue eyes, a grass-green ruffled blouse with a dark red plaid pattern cape around it, and a pair of brown boots under the long brown skirt at the waist. There is a lazy temperament in Gu Panjian, which is very special.

She walked towards the station with her suitcase, but didn't seem to notice the shoulder on the platform.

"Ah, she's going to fall down like this."

Much of Grandin's mind was still on whether the beef should be braised or not, and by the time he noticed it, the lady had stumbled and sat on her legs.

There were only two people in the carriage station, Grandin and the lady on the ground, who looked tearful and seemed to have twisted her foot.

Grandin sighed and walked over with his cane. But there was a faint reminder from the spirit at this time, and Grandin's steps paused to move forward, and after observing whether there were any carriages passing by left and right, he continued forward:

"Ma'am, do you need help?"

As he got closer, Grandin smelled a faint smell of tobacco from her, and he naturally reached out to help her up.

"Don't move!"

A crisp and majestic voice sounded behind him.

Grandin found himself pressed against a sharp object in his waist. He turned around, but he didn't find anyone at the first time, and when his gaze went down slightly, he saw Hugh glaring angrily at him.

"Miss Hugh, I thought we had reached a consensus yesterday."

He really didn't expect this little radish head to dare to openly attack the police.

"Miss Hugh, I should have told you when I introduced myself yesterday, I am still a lawyer, do you need me to popularize the law for you? You are now suspected of obstructing official duties and assaulting a police officer......"

"Be honest!"

Grandin felt the triangular thorn push forward again, and he stopped talking.

"See that café around the corner? Go there slowly, don't play tricks. ”

Hugh feigned affection for Grandin's arm, and the Mitsubishi thorn was still on his waist. Today she wore a knight's uniform, heroic and cool, and the three-edged thorns were cleverly hidden under her arms.

Grandin obediently walked slowly with her, but Hugh took two steps and found that his companion had not followed.

The languid young lady was still sitting on the ground.

"Furth, get up, don't pretend, it's time for us to move on to the next step."

She couldn't help but urge.

"I'm really sprained! And don't call me by my name, call me Ms. Sissi! Furth's face flushed with anger.