"Allwater, isn't it?" Carl slammed on the brakes, continued to drive at a constant speed, and turned his head to look at the other person. Casimir was so excited by his reaction that he pounded the car mat with his fist, opened his mouth, shook his shoulders, and sat there laughing silently. "You must want to ask why I know this. Oh... but I can't tell you, because a real agent who wants to gain the respect of others must maintain a certain sense of mystery. It would be meaningless if I tell you." “…” Karl took another deep breath, trying his best to control his emotions. "So you want to ask me." "..." "If you ask me from the bottom of your heart, I might be merciful and tell you." "..." "Okay, I'll tell you."
Casimir's tone became dry: "Your unusual height is like a walking business card, so I just guessed that you are from Orvot." "You're talking nonsense!" Carl finally couldn't help it. He admitted that he was indeed from Northern Orwater, but people who could grow to 196 cm tall can be found everywhere, so how could this be used as a basis for judgment? "Of course, it's hard to judge based on just this." Casimir showed a look of "you finally took the bait" and tap-danced on the cushion with two fingers like a child. "But what if you add in other conditions such as not smoking, having mysophobia, drinking only water, and premature aging?" “…” Karl didn’t say anything this time, and he couldn’t think of what to say now. "I've seen a lot of Orvot people..." Casimir was still chattering there, "Some of them are very short, and some are as tall as you. The tall ones basically have the same habits as you, because they can't stand tea and coffee at all, and they will want to vomit at the first sight of them..." "Use the wisdom given to you by the goddess to explore other people's privacy." Carl interrupted him, "Does this make you proud?" "I'm sorry if you feel offended." Casimir changed his expression. If Xia Yibing was also in the car, she would definitely want to beat him up even more, because he didn't have this attitude when he apologized to her, it was frivolous, as if he was talking about what he had eaten this morning. "This is just my occupational disease... I don't want to do it, but I can't control it... Maybe after things here are settled, I should contact Dr. Sixus through the nurse. You know, she urged me to seek psychological treatment from her six years ago." But I don't see any signs of mental illness in you. Carl pouted. "Also, I want to tell you, I don't think my wisdom was given to me by the Goddess of Mechanical Sun. Wisdom is different from intelligence. Intelligence was given to me by my mother, and turning it into wisdom is all my own credit." “…” Karl had already begun to regret agreeing to let him get in the car. In this way, the car arrived smoothly at Anmei Street. Carl pulled over to find a place to park, picked up his cane and hat, opened the car door, and saw Casimir standing on the side of the road, unfolding the hand-drawn map and thinking about something. He also walked closer to take a look and confirmed that he had parked his car in the right place - it was probably near No. 4 Anmei Street, just outside the "15-minute range" drawn by Casimir. I looked around and saw dead silence. The distance between street lamps on Anmei Street is farther than that in the urban area, with an average of one lamp every 100 meters. The section of the road where they stopped was right in the middle, so the surroundings were very dim.
It was normal, it was almost 2 o'clock. Even on a weekday, no one would hang out at this time, not to mention that it was still night. Frowning, Carl felt that he might be wasting his time. "Come on, Xiao Mila." But Casimir was different. He was very excited now. He was like a hound with its reins loosened. "Let's search around here." Maybe there will be a discovery? Some people's emotions can infect others. Influenced by his attitude, Karl suppressed his dissatisfaction. but-- "Casimir! What are you holding under your arms?" "Books, can't you see them? Mrs. Robert said that the books he brought home always mysteriously disappeared. I suspect he takes them with him every time he goes out, so we'd better have some too." “But—” Carl stared at him condescendingly, his tone low: “But these are all my books!?” Those were all novels and miscellaneous talks. He didn't want to use them as entertainment, but... wanted to better understand this "war of words" by reading more literary works. "It's too late. Take it easy, brother. I'll give you the money later." "..." "But your collection is quite wide... You can even find novels like "Purple Rose". I read this when I was a child, but I only read half of it. Strictly speaking, it was my enlightenment to adulthood." "..." Carl tried his best to resist the urge to kill the other person. Think positively... Anyway, there's nothing I can do even if I go back. Just think of it as patrol. I hope the goddess will bless them with something. At this moment, he and Casimir turned their heads at the same time and looked at a swaying figure about ten meters away. "come out." He raised his cane and aimed it at the other man. "Don't make me say it a second time." The man had evidently tried to sneak up on them in the darkness, perhaps with the intention of eavesdropping - who knew? But he was obviously startled, and when he appeared he was pale and had both arms raised high. "Don't shoot!" he called out hastily. "Don't shoot! Brothers!... Are you guys going to find the Holy Fruit Society too? Great! This road is really frightening..."
Holy Fruit Society? Carl was startled and noticed that the man was carrying a large paper bag on his shoulder. With his height, he could see directly inside, which was full of books. It should have been carried at first, but because of the change in posture, the other party could only sling it over his shoulder. "Yes, brother!" Casimir walked over immediately. "We have heard about the Holy Fruit Society... but it is too hard to find! Do you know how to get there? This damn place!" He took out a cigarette and handed it to the man. The other party hesitated, took the cigarette, and glanced at Karl with some fear. At first he was still ashamed and angry - he actually mistook the other person's cane for a gun. But after seeing the other person's height, he stopped talking. The little giant, nearly 2 meters tall, is always creepy in the dark. "Ignore him." Casimir hooked his shoulder directly, "He is just a blockhead who makes a living by writing that kind of low-brow literature." "Writing... so you guys are the same?" Hearing this, the man finally breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his guard further, and began to talk to Casimir. From the conversation, I learned that his name was Lonnie Matt and he claimed to be "also" a new novelist. Carl's brows twitched. Didn't Joe Cole say that everyone was being monitored by them? How did this person slip out? And there is the Holy Fruit Society. There won't be any great discoveries... “This is all thanks to the library!” Matt said excitedly, "I really...wish I could spend all my time in it!" "But they're only open until half past eleven." He shook his head. “How can this kind of service satisfy newcomers like us? So we can only find a way ourselves.” So the Holy Fruit Club is an author exchange meeting spontaneously organized by these people? Carl frowned. No wonder Casimir couldn’t find the “place” during the day… The most important thing here is not the location, but the people! Only when the agreed time comes and these people gather together, will the activities of the Holy Fruit Society take place! But...what does that library mean? Before he could think about it, Casimir suddenly left Matt and took him a few steps away. "I will go with him to find the Holy Fruit Society, so you don't have to go." "...Why?"
Carl glared at him angrily. You asked me to drive you here, but now you don't want me anymore after finding the clue? Outrageous! "You're so recognizable." Casimir poked him in the stomach. "We're lucky that this guy didn't recognize you... But he can't be the only one in the Holy Fruit Society. Have you ever thought about what would happen if he was recognized?" “……” Karl stopped talking. Looking at the entire kingdom, the entire continent, his height is nothing. But I have to say that it is still very conspicuous in the south, and the probability of being recognized is indeed quite high. He was not afraid of being recognized, but he was afraid of disturbing something and wasting important clues that were hard to find. "And look at his bag." Carl advised him further. "These books seem to be enough for only one person~" Three minutes later. Carl stood alone on the side of the road with a gloomy face, watching Casimir and Matt walk away arm in arm. Matt looked back at him from time to time. "That man...your companion, he looks unhappy." "Of course, because he's not going." "He's not going?" "not going." "why?" "He forgot his book." "Oh - this is indeed quite troublesome..." "To be honest, Matt, this is my first time attending a Holy Fruit Party." "I can guess... you all look unfamiliar. You must have been alerted by that voice and came here, right?" "Oh? Yes... Of course... By the way, how did you get rid of the surveillance? Those policemen are really annoying." "I haven't been monitored yet." "Oh?" "I used a fake name...it took some time for them to find me. Maybe I was lucky." "What about the others? I heard that everyone is being 'taken care of' by them?"
"I'm not sure about that... I heard there's a secret technique that only people who have participated in the Holy Fruit Meeting three times can master." "How many times have you done this?" "Twice...including today." "Then we are all similar~" With some kind of talent, Casimir quickly became familiar with Matt. They walked and talked, turned left, pushed open a gate, and walked up the steps. Casimir looked up and vaguely saw a row of letters hanging on the building.