The blue-eyed man seemed to have misunderstood Alice's silence, and began to persuade him nonstop: “I am not one of those people who treats every unofficial Beyonder as a potential criminal, especially when it comes to children like you, we prefer to develop them. "Your first suggestion when you discovered the problem was to call the police, and you did not choose to leave the scene afterwards. It can be seen that you have a considerable degree of trust in the official Beyonders. "I guess you may have friends who are official Beyonders, or have had good cooperation with official Beyonders?" I used to be a Nighthawk, but now I can be considered a favored one of the goddess... Alice silently complained in her heart, and then organized her words to reply: "...I am a devout believer in the goddess. A few years ago, due to an accident, I became an extraordinary person." As the goddess testifies, every word of this sentence is...well, maybe I'm not that religious. Alice confessed while drawing a Crimson Moon symbol on her chest. This action was noticed by the blue-eyed man in front of him, and his smile deepened: “So you see, we have a basis for cooperation.
"If you agree, I will give you some identification items so that you can use it to prove your identity the next time you are in this situation. "In addition, if you provide us with clues or help, you can also receive an informant fee..." "I have a question," Alice interrupted. "Don't you need to verify my identity?" "Then I also have a question." The blue-eyed man said with a smile. Alice looked at him quizzically. "How do you stay awake in a dream?" he asked. Alice's smile disappeared. After looking at him coldly for a long time, she suddenly smiled and said, "Why don't you ask the goddess?" There was obvious confusion on the blue-eyed man's face. "I said, I am a devout believer in the goddess." Alice said with a half-smile. His expression became serious, and after looking at Alice carefully for a while, he asked: "How are you going to prove what you said?" "Why should I prove this to you?" Alice asked doubtfully. "We suspect that you have an extremely dangerous sealed object on you," he said seriously, "otherwise, could you please explain why the demon dog suddenly escaped in the first place?" "Maybe it felt the warning given to him by fate?" Alice spread her hands, "How can I know what a dog is thinking? I'm not a dog." The blue-eyed man was silent for a moment, then slammed the table and emphasized: "This is a very serious matter." Alice found him much more interesting to tease than the captain - mainly because she didn't dare to talk to him like this. Thinking of the captain, Alice suddenly felt sad. She lost her mood to continue teasing him and sighed: "I'm not sure I should tell you...because if I'm not mistaken, your confidentiality level is definitely not high enough." The blue-eyed man seemed to notice something from Alice's words. He slowly frowned and asked, "You seem to know the Nighthawks very well?" Alice showed a smile: "How about you ask the goddess."
The blue-eyed man still wanted to say something, but Alice lost the patience to speak properly: "Suppose I really have an extremely dangerous sealed object on my body, and if that sealed object can make a demon dog turn around and run away without hesitation, then take a guess... "Can it allow you to die quietly?" The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Alice looked at the vigilant blue-eyed man and said with a chuckle: "I'm willing to walk into the interrogation room and be interrogated. Isn't that the best proof of my words?" The blue-eyed man looked at Alice deeply and finally said, "This is Backlund." "Yes," Alice sighed, "This is Backlund, this is the West End, and St. Samuel's Church is nearby... Hey, don't you know that I go to the church to pray almost every day?" The blue-eyed man fell into deep thought. After the blue-eyed man also went out, he quickly became like the previous police officer and sent Alice out without saying anything. "Don't you want to ask why the demon dog ran away?" Alice turned and asked before leaving the interrogation room. "Is this something that meets my confidentiality level?" the blue-eyed man asked thoughtfully. "No," Alice shook her head, "I just asked you if you wanted to, and I didn't intend to tell you." Finally, Alice glanced at his expression happily and left the interrogation room. "Madam," the speaker was Dr. Allen who had not left, "what happened before..." Alice stopped, looked at Allen, and asked with a smile: "I have a suggestion, do you want to listen to it?" "What?" Alan asked doubtfully. "Is your wife pregnant?" Alice blinked. "Yes." Allen nodded, excitement hidden in his eyes. "This child will bring disaster to you and your family." Alice shook her head pretendingly, then turned and left regardless of the other party's confused gaze. Dr. Allen looked at Klein at the side with a worried look, and asked worriedly: "Sherlock, do you think I should believe her?" Klein, who had intended to watch the show quietly, was silent for two seconds and then said, "I don't know. After all, I don't have similar experience." Dr. Allen frowned and thought for a moment, and finally looked at Klein and asked solemnly, "Sherlock, my friend, can I entrust you to investigate the lady just now?" Between friendship, fellow countrymen and fear of the "mercury snake", poor Klein chose 50 pounds. After Klein agreed to the commission, Dr. Allen returned home with his worries not much reduced. His wife reduced the frequency of going out after the accident, because they were all happy about the sudden arrival of the child and looked forward to his arrival. They didn't want the child to have any accidents. But what if the child would bring accidents to his wife and him? His wife stopped flipping through the magazine, smiled and stood up to greet him, and asked gently, "Are you back?"
Alan didn't speak, his eyes slid and fell on the half-eaten ice cream on the coffee table. His wife noticed his gaze and also looked at the bowl of ice cream, smiling and saying, "Today, the child suddenly wanted to eat ice cream, so..." "The child wanted to eat it?" Allen frowned, "But how could an unborn child want to eat ice cream?" "Look at what you said," his wife gave him a reproachful look, "I want to eat it, okay?"