On the stairs on the bank of the river in Puston City, Donald coughed and scooped up a handful of clean water to wash his face. The thick smoke brought by the fire from afar was poured into the sky.

Sherlock sat next to him, holding a packaged file bag in his hand, the only item Donald took out from the fire, and the item behind the bookcase that Dr. Andy pointed out with his finger before his death.

"This is a treatment document, a private clinic, and the location is also in the city of Puston, but the one who is receiving treatment is a gentleman, who can't match anyone on the missing list... How do you feel? If you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital for a look?"

Sherlock couldn't help asking when he reinstalled the document and stuffed it into Donald's arms.

This document was created by Donald from the fire, so of course his, and the two of them had agreed before.

"No problem, I won't be fucked by such a little smoke. After all, I'm a strange disciple. I'm just thinking about what to do with this information next."

Donald roughly summarized the clues he knew so far. This treatment document was still remembered by Dr. Andy before his death, and it must have hidden key information. Using it as a bargaining chip to exchange for the inside story of the Grant couple's incident that year, it should be enough.

“Go to this private clinic?”

Sherlock pulled the hay that grew from the crack of the rock next to him and looked at Donald's side face.

"Well... I don't recommend going to this clinic again. The person I met at the back door just now took a carriage and ran away. Dr. Andy probably killed him. He is a tough guy. In addition, the people we met in the meat processing factory before, the organizational strength behind this is definitely not bad. This private clinic is probably their stronghold. Can we come out when we go?"

Although Donald was confident in his strength, he had not yet expanded to the point where he and Sherlock went to the other side's stronghold.

"What you said makes sense, you shouldn't take risks..."

Sherlock himself promised Reus not to put himself in a dangerous situation. He is now just an ordinary person. His previous experiences of fighting with special existences gave him a clear understanding of his combat power.

But he could also vaguely feel that obtaining the file bag from Doctor Andy's home this time would probably mean that he and Donald would have to go their separate ways for the next step.

"Sherlock, I have to leave. I'm very happy to work with you. Although it's not long, becoming your assistant is still my most correct choice in recent years."

I originally wanted to say that the most correct choice after coming to this world, and change the words in time, otherwise it would sound a little terrifying.

Donald had to do too much next, so he obviously didn't have the energy to continue to handle the case with Sherlock. He could not do it now, such as when he went out of the city to investigate the case at the Raffindo Farm.

Not to mention that he is likely to be targeted by many people now, and staying with Sherlock is likely to make him targeted by some people.

If Sherlock is hurt by this, it is a situation that Donald doesn't want to see.

"Wait, what are you going to do next? Your expression looks tough."

"There are indeed some troubles that need to be solved. There is no way. As a man, I am mentally prepared for me when I travel through the dark night alone."

Donald didn't plan to seek Sherlock's help, but just squeezed out a dry smile.

The dark nights that other men face may be just ordinary nights in the city, with street lights along the way, and occasionally someone will guide you in the way.

The night Donald faced was full of wind and rain. Not to mention the light, but there was even beasts surrounding him in the darkness.

"Don't you need my help? You saved me twice but haven't paid it back yet... Or do I actually can't help?"

The trouble of a wizard who can kill 5 evildoers and 1 stranger in a single person is a headache. The more Donald makes a look without problems, the more Sherlock can feel the hardships.

"Forehead......"

Donald stood up and glanced at Sherlock.

Give you a look and you can experience it yourself.

Then he spread his hands and shrugged, walked out of the bank of the river, and Sherlock also left.

"Okay, I understand, I just want to ask. If it's okay, tell me?"

Sherlock was a little shy as he slapped the dust on his butt. He felt that he might be too sentimental today.

"No problem. If I can handle it, I will tell you, goodbye!"

I always feel something is wrong with Sherlock today. Could it be that his outstanding work performance in the past few weeks has completely made him unable to live without him?

There was no atmosphere of separation between them, so Donald turned around and left after saying that.

"In your world, can ordinary people only stand by and watch..."

Take out the exquisite necklace from your neck, and raise your hand several times to pull it off, but in the end it was not determined, so you could only turn around and kick the stones by the side of the road.

Donald took the document and did not go directly to Xiris to ask for a meeting with her father. Today is a weekday, it is only noon, and before the police station got off work, even Xiris is in class now.

He had to meet Rastole tonight, so he might as well go to Chiris to have fun later and ask her to go back and tell the sheriff about her request, and both sides made an appointment.

Whether it’s tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Of course, the afternoon time cannot be wasted, and Donald chose to go to the location he had discovered from the information provided by Marcelo: the Puston Municipal Library.

Nearly a month has passed since the last fire. Donald thought the repair had been completed, but when he came here, he found that the library was still closed, with several wooden signs standing outside, and he could see the remaining traces of the fire inside.

As a public facility, it is a less important building, and the government generally does not take it to heart.

This is a good thing for Donald, and some clues may be left behind in the fire scene that has not been completely repaired.

After looking around, it was a weekday. I confirmed that no one was watching nearby. Donald decisively bypassed the warning sign, pushed open the door and slipped in.

The bookshelf and damaged books in the fire site have been completely cleared, and only empty walls and stone brick floors are left. Nearly half of the areas have been renovated. Donald simply started looking for clues from the remaining unrenovated area.

If you simply walk two laps, you will definitely not be able to find anything. Donald chose to turn on the spiritual vision, relying on its perspective effect, hoping to find something special.
Chapter completed!