In the blink of an eye, several days had passed since that incident.

Lias in the detective agency patiently sorted out the documents for Leintes, holding the pen from time to time in her little white hands, and 'rustling' the type and detailed location of each document on the notebook.

At this moment, the question was suddenly pushed away, and Leintes walked in in a brown coat.

"Hoo ——!"

He pulled the chaise longue over with a tired face, and then sat down, legs stretched out, and relaxed.

"Coming back?"

Lias put down what she was doing, brewed a cup of coffee for Reintes on the table on the other side, and said.

"Hmm." Reinetes was so weak that he didn't even want to move a finger.

"Give." Lias came up to him, her slender white fingers pinching the hot wall of the cup, and the half-circle handle facing Leintes.

It won't burn his hands.

Reintes reached for the handle of the cup, took a sip of the piping hot coffee, and set the cup aside.

It's his habit.

Lias remembers very well, and she cares about everything about him.

"You...... What's the deal with the clothes? Lias noticed that Reinetes' coat was badly worn, and couldn't help but ask.

"I chased the dog, and because I ran too fast, I fell down." Reintes sighed, "Look. As he spoke, he held out his palm toward Lias.

The abrasion of the surface of the skin is severe, and the blood crust clotted its surface.

"I'll get you a medical kit."

Although it was only a trivial injury to the man, Lias still looked at it tightly, and hurriedly turned around to get medical supplies.

"It's fine." Rheintesa stopped Lias's plain white hand.

"You ......" Lias felt the warmth in his hands, staring into his eyes, her mouth slightly open.

"After all, money bought it." Reintes sighed slightly: "It's a bit of a waste for you to use it like this. ”

Lias: "......"

She retracted her plain white hand, her slender fingers a little painful from the coffee cup just now.

Reines saw it, pulled her into his arms, took the hand to his mouth and blew it.

"Rhine......" Lias blushed slightly.

"Don't use a burn ointment, it's expensive."

Lias's ruddy little face turned a little gray, and her expression was gloomy.

"Why are you so depressed all of a sudden?" Reintes touched her head.

"It's fine." Lias bit his teeth and pushed him away, turning back to the papers.

Reintes looked at her delicate back, a little confused by this.

Why did you suddenly organize your documents?

Leants bit the knuckle of his right index finger and pondered inwardly.

He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't understand why he thought about it.

So he picked up the coffee cup and took a very comfortable sip of the coffee that Lias had brewed for him. Don't think about that anymore.

Lias's slender back twitched imperceptibly, and her cute little nose wrinkled. She bit her teeth lightly, and there was mist welling up in her big pretty eyes, trying not to let her tears flow.

"How's that case going?" Lias said, holding back the tremor in her voice.

She disguised it so well that Reintes didn't notice it.

"What case?" Leantes said with a big grin, draining the coffee in his mouth.

"Is that the murder four days ago?" Lias did her best to make her tone appear relaxed and nonchalant.

"Oh, you said that case, it's boring, I won't investigate it a long time ago." Reintes placed the cup on the table and poured himself another one:

"I've been looking for a dog for that noble lady these days."

For the noble lady,

Look for... Looking for a dog?

Lias paused as she gathered her papers.

She has been working hard in the past few days to secretly collect information and sort out information for this case.

It seems that there is no need for it.

Lias's expression darkened, and she threw the papers in the trash.

At night, in the study of the detective agency, in the dim light, Reintes looked at the thick books in his hand with a serious face.

This is his brother Dale's book on magic.

Every book dell writes is fascinating. Magic wasn't Rethenes' passion, but for some reason he enjoyed reading Dale's writings.

The books written by this guy are very attractive, and they write about such difficult and obscure things as magic, and there are so many dry goods that even ordinary people can read with relish, let alone a magician of no low rank like Reintes.

Like Dale, Reintes is also a very talented person in the field of magic cultivation.

However, this guy only likes to walk on the unknown road wholeheartedly to seek the truth, and he has made his detective hobby a side hustle and his main business as a magician......

A label.

Aside from his identity as a magician, he couldn't find anything related to a magician.

As the minutes passed, the time gradually came to the middle of the night, and the thick book in his hand was also read by Reintes for more than half.

Picking up the white gold pocket watch placed on the table, it was already midnight.

Originally, he had a problem staying up late,

But Lias had told him that going to bed too late was not good for your health.

Reintes yawned, and after bookmarking the number of pages he had read, he closed the book.

It's time to drink milk and go to bed.

He said in his heart.

Reintes came to the living room, took a bottle of milk from the cupboard, uncorked it and drank it.

After drinking, he tossed the empty bottle with the stopper in the trash, and accidentally found the documents that Lias had discarded earlier.

"Huh?" Reintes picked up the document and read it carefully.

It's Lias's handwriting.

That girl, what are you doing sorting out all this stuff?

Leants bit the knuckle of his right index finger and pondered inwardly.

After thinking for a long time to no avail, he couldn't figure it out.

Reintes sat down on the table, reading the text on the paper.

Boring case.

He thought to himself when he finished reading it, and then carefully put it away.

The next day, early in the morning.

After staying up all night, Reintes walked out of the bedroom in a pure white nightgown with two hairy legs exposed.

He sat down on his desk, yawned, and called out, "Lias." ”

This was Reintes' habit of getting up, and he would only tidy himself up after drinking the coffee that Lias had brought.

At this time, Lias, who had already arrived at the detective agency, would hurry out of the study and go to make him a cup of coffee.

There was no response in the study.

Well?

Reintes slammed to his feet, then came to the door of the study and gently pushed the door open.

Lias wasn't there.