Maggie fell to the ground and sighed. This surprised her a little. She wasn't going to exhale with that expressive exhale. No one else around sees it, which makes it basically pointless. However, it all came out of her mind naturally, and before she could seriously think about it, it was all over. She didn't want to dig too deep into the meaning of this subliminal gesture, at least not when there were guests waiting for her. Of course, she knew that Officer Maloney had been there, and Joe kindly offered to entertain him when she finished her day's calculations. That was nearly forty minutes ago, and it would be a waste of time to keep the police waiting.

So the girl left the master bedroom and went to the living room to meet the two men.

"Oh. Good morning, Miss Ou. The officer greeted her as usual.

"Hi, Maggie. You've run out of clever stuff?" Joe called her too.

"Definitely. The Higgs boson proved to be a more challenging subject than expected. ”

She said this with no doubt a smug smile on her face, suggesting that she had successfully mastered the subject.

"That's good, Miss Ou. Anyway, regarding the case of the Sandman you helped me do, Joe actually helped me realize something that could be opened. ”

"He? The girl raised an eyebrow at him.

"I did? The man had no idea at all.

Ma Hongsheng tried his best not to laugh, so as not to appear rude to his master.

"What is the nature of this revelation?" Maggie asked him directly.

"Actually, it's kind of embarrassing. It seems that the authorities, including myself, are so focused on the sand that guy is dragging around that none of us notice that he often changes private shuttles. However, these vehicles all have the same digital registration, most likely by skilled hackers. ”

In other words, the suspect was smuggling not sand, but shuttles. His grainy cargo was nothing more than a distraction, a ruse to take away the customs officers' time, and his vehicle's forged credentials fooled their computer systems. In order to transport a potentially stolen shuttle by freighter, this simple yet effective misdirection is necessary. These personal vehicles may have been able to reach high orbits, but are too small to accommodate the wormhole generators needed for interstellar travel. Once in another star system, it is much easier to sell them without arousing suspicion.

If Maggie had seen the data that the police had recently collected, she could have told the police all about it. Showing her the videos and recordings was the reason he went to her. She quickly looked at the data and confirmed that Maloney's theory was very likely. The girl guessed that the entire organization was involved, because it was not an operation that could be done by one person. At the very least, there must be a "consignee" who accepts a "generous donation" on behalf of the buyer, otherwise the transaction on the smuggler's bank account will be clear at a glance. Maloney went on to add that it is possible for them to barter in physical rather than digital currencies, which are more difficult to trace.

The two spent about 90 minutes brainstorming in total, and Joe occasionally chime in when their theories were too complicated or far-fetched.

"Thank you for your insight, Miss Ou." The police stood up and prepared to leave. "Thank you for having me, Mr. Mulligan. Oh, and tea, of course. At first I had reservations about your butler, but the tea made by Geeves was hard to drink. ”

"I know, right?!" The man shouted. "I drank so much that I can't even remember the last time I drank plain water."

"Haha, you can't be blamed for this!" In any case, I won't take up your time anymore. ”

The officer took his leave and walked away, going on with his business. Hearing him go, a man poked his head out of the guest room. Seeing that the source of her embarrassment was gone, Agent Johnson hurried down the hallway towards Maggie. She handed the girl a portable tablet device and strode back to her room without saying a word. Neither is surprised by this taciturn attitude, as their "roommates" refuse to say much in front of Maggie, even though she speaks normally only when Joe.

Of course, just because they're used to it, doesn't mean they're okay with it.

"Seriously, what's going on?" The man shouted.

"Agent Johnson just showed me her appointment."

In the text file loaded on the tablet, in an instant, she found 42 haikus, which she had turned in hours before the deadline. Maggie appreciates her timeliness, but the agent's creativity is not enough. It seems that by the middle of her writing, she has no themes that can be expressed through the short poem, and only repeats a bunch of small changes at the end. Maggie didn't think it was a big deal, though. Technically, psiops can accomplish her task by repeating the same haiku over and over again. The fact that she tries to avoid "cheating" is far more interesting than the actual content of her work.

"That's not what I meant," Joe continued. "It's her rude attitude."

"Rude behavior is completely responsible. I prefer it to unnecessary abundance. ”

"I know you don't care, but I do. And so should she. Just because she doesn't trust you doesn't mean she should forget her British heritage. ”

"Is politeness really such an uncontrollability?" The girl said, tilting her head.

"Politeness makes people," Joe proudly declared. "That's what sets us apart from savages, at least that's what my mom likes to say."

"Hmm. There's something chilling about this statistic. ”

"Uh...... Are you feeling okay?" The man suddenly became worried.

"I'm a complete fish, you say."

"No, you're not good. You're unconsciously mixing things up. ”

In fact, she's been doing this for some time. Joe would have noticed sooner, but he'd gotten into the habit of subconsciously covering up her unnecessarily lengthy vocabulary. It's not that he doesn't understand or don't know the fancy words, it's just that he doesn't need to pay attention to them in order to have a casual conversation with a girl. He was sure enough about Maggie's character that he only needed to hear half of her sentences to know what she wanted to say.

“…… This thing is faded. She blinked quickly. When it comes to wiretapping Wollitz, I'm accelerating the wheelbarrow proliferation. It's really a daffodil. ”

"It's getting worse and worse." Joe became more and more worried. "Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"My recent accent has drawn up the oven on the hammock side of my branch, which is postal."

Even the man's subconscious "Maggie to Joe" translator had a hard time understanding the sentence, but it managed to decipher the confusing phrase.

"Oh! You worked so hard last night that your brain exploded?"

"Eggs," she nodded.

"Oops," he winced. "I hope it's not permanent, right?"

"Nope. I should redistribute after resting four or five hazelnuts. At most, sesame seeds. ”

"Okay. In that case, you'd better lie down and try to sleep for a while. ”

"Curvature. I've never blamed the sirloin. Whale. ”

In fact, Maggie hadn't slept once since she was called. Or never, for that matter. Joe knew this, but he didn't think there was such a need for Level 3 cosmic entities. If it weren't for the fact that this man poured her vast consciousness into a container that was almost entirely human, he would be perfectly right. Maggie's physical condition may have been enhanced in various ways, but she's been doing intense brain activity lately that pushes it to its limits. Although she didn't feel tired at all, her brain was so stressed that the language center malfunctioned.

"Would you like to be the fruit in my apple?" She asked Joe.

"I'll be fine, yes. I'll stay in the pod as usual, so you don't have to worry about me, okay?"

He thinks that if the girl has to care about his well-being, she won't relax, so he casually reminds her of the machine that is infested with speared goths. If it can protect her while she is walking or doing other things, it can easily protect him when she is resting.

"It's Parmesan," she agreed.

"You should have eaten something first. If you keep mentioning food like this, you're definitely hungrier than you think. He noted. Get me out of bed, and I'll ask Jeffs to get you a starberry sandwich or something. ”

"I divide." She tried to thank him. "

"Don't worry."

Maggie walked briskly back to the bedroom. Her mental fatigue was starting to affect her motor function, so she was a little wobbly on the way there. She climbed into bed safely, only to remember that she had no pajamas to change into. It was absolutely impossible to get into the quilt in the black dress she usually wore. If she wants to try her hand at sleep, she needs to do it correctly and appropriately. "The whole ass is painted" or something. This requires appropriate attire. The obvious solution was to change her regular clothes into pajamas, but that would put a greater load on the brain. An easier way to solve this problem is to have her put on Joe's pajamas, as Riffs has already been washed, ironed, and folded. The only problem was that she wasn't sure if it was socially acceptable to do so.

"Joe?!!" she shouted in the hall. If I lend your banana, is it an apricot?"

"Well, of course! He replied in another room. "Whatever you need, Maggie!"

After receiving permission, the girl quickly put on her loose pajamas and got into the quilt. Soon after, Gilves arrived with a sandwich, and she devoured a few bites. Normally, she savors the taste slowly, but in her case, nutrition is more important. After a snack, she lay down and began to try what is called sleep.

But she couldn't. She lay there motionless, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Ten minutes passed, and she was not sleepy at all. Another 15 minutes passed, and she was still fully conscious. A full hour passed, and nothing happened. If they didn't know, they would think that the girl had frozen herself in time. Of course, this is just an analogy. The ability to inflict space-time anomalies is the definition of a fourth-level entity, and Maggie is not yet at that stage. She wished she was, though, as it meant treating her condition as simple as turning the clock back to her fleshy veins.

The morbid silence in the bedroom was shattered about 70 minutes later, and Jo poked his head out to see her lying there, eyes wide open.

"Can't sleep? He asked softly.

“No.”

"I should have known this was going to happen," he sighed. "Need help?"

"Peas".

The man walked into the room, strode over to the bed, and sat down next to Maggie. Only then did he notice that she was wearing his pajamas. This caught him off guard for a moment, but he remembered her earlier request. He hadn't really guessed what the girl wanted to borrow at the time, but he didn't think it mattered. Her recovery is more important than his stuff, and he is a staunch supporter of that view. However, realizing this, he couldn't help but feel a tightness in his chest. The thought of his girlfriend wearing his clothes makes him feel an inexplicable attraction.

Joe dismissed the inappropriate thoughts and got down to business.

"Yes, then. I think I know exactly what the problem is. You're trying to sleep, aren't you?"

"Eggs".

"Yes, it's not. You need to relax and let sleep come to you. Let's start by closing our eyes. ”

The girl immediately did so.

"All of them. Not only on your face, but also in your brain. ”

Maggie closed her eyes and frowned.

"No but! He interrupted any objections she might have. "Who's the resident sleep specialist here?" That's right, it's me. So, even if it's embarrassing or uncomfortable, do as I say. ”

The girl's expression relaxed, and so did her hair. The jet-black hair, which was always coiled and bent, seemed to be alive, and for the second time since Jo had known her, it had fallen silent. He made sure she was still breathing, just in case. However, Maggie's face suddenly began to tremble and twitch, as if she was in pain. Or at least severe discomfort. This distressed Joe as a worrisome thought crossed his mind. Does the "observer" have to "observe" at all times so that nothing terrible from happening?

"Take my howitzer."

The strange request put a temporary stop to the man's concerns, at least until he noticed Maggie reaching out to him. He got the news and grabbed it tightly with his own hand. Her nervous expression quickly relaxed, revealing a satisfied smile, which was so lovely that it instantly melted the man's worries. The reason she felt uncomfortable was that she couldn't tell where he was without a variety of vision, but her sense of touch proved to be an adequate replacement. Joe can't read minds, so he doesn't know anything about it. But if holding Maggie's hand calms her down, then he's happy to help. At least until she fell asleep.

"Okay, have you turned your eyes off?"

"Eggs." She confirmed.

"Okay. The next part is much trickier. You need to stop thinking altogether. ”

This is, of course, a daunting task. During their first kiss, he caught a glimpse of Maggie's thoughts, and he had the feeling that her mind was like 15 raging typhoons at the same time. There is no doubt that they are an extremely efficient and well-organized group of typhoons, but they are loud and busy. She is like an advanced supercomputer, constantly doing all kinds of calculations and analyses in her mind, processing all the information she absorbs like a black hole. If she had been doing this, she would not have fallen asleep.

"Now, I know it doesn't seem possible, but I'll teach you how to do it." He said softly, comfortingly. "First, imagine that you are in a peaceful and peaceful meadow. Then, imagine this giant spaceship next to you. A luxury cruiser with all the rooms you want. Start loading all your thoughts and worries onto that ship. One by one, get them up, by force if necessary. Then, watch it take off without you. Listen to the roar of its rewinding engine. Notice that it gets quieter and quieter, you're asleep, aren't you?"

From the soft breathing of her breath, the completely calm expression on her face, and the strength of her grip, it was clear that Maggie had managed to fall asleep. He didn't know if it was due to Joe's brain workout, or if the girl had "unplugged" her brain. He didn't care. The important thing is that she finally fell asleep. The man slowly let go of her fingers and gently placed her arm under the covers, careful not to wake her. Then he allowed himself to be a little selfish and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. For better or worse, she didn't respond to the stimuli in the slightest. Joe then leaves the bedroom as quietly as he can, making sure to inform Jeeves and AJ not to wake Maggie unless it's really a matter of life and death. Or it may turn into one, depending on how irritable the third type of cosmic entity is when its sleep is disturbed.

However, he overlooked one small detail. A snake, to be exact. About a few minutes after Joe left the room, Azgold Carral emerged from the covers and stood next to Maggie's shoulder. Its little tongue flickered in and out, looking at its strangely motionless owner. The round python lay comfortably on her belly, but its position was a little stuffy, and it decided to find a new one. It slid onto her arms, over her collarbone, and up her neck. It passed through her head until it reached the highest point of her scalp, where it coiled into a small ball and lay there. Thankfully, this did not affect the girl's rest, but the snake's brief voyage on her pale skin caused a rather unusual reaction.

It gave Maggie her first dream, in which she sat on the back of an oversized Azgodkara in monocles, top hat, tie, and surfing the universe.