Madam is right. Now that the Nightmare Man has been caught, Flo Street will surely return to peace. Even if the mastermind is still active, they will not continue to focus on suburban areas like Flo Street. They will definitely prefer to seek revenge on Shadow Lion, and Shadow Lion will leave here from today. As for why it was before Thursday... She just noticed that it was a round-trip ticket, and it had two tickets that could be cut, one for going and one for returning. The return time limit is within seven days after arriving at the first destination, not including the eternal night. That is to say, she can set off on Monday night, arrive around Tuesday morning, stay in Wayne Port for more than three and a half days, and return on Saturday evening. Mrs. Glee quickly helped the girl pack her luggage. A suitcase half the height of a person, with two pulleys installed at the bottom with a lock. Inside were four skirts and four sets of underwear, two sets of pantyhose and stockings in black, white and brown, a garter belt, and a lot of things the girl had never seen before. "what is this?" Picking out a bottle of something that looked like perfume from a pile of bottles and jars, Hitzfeld unscrewed the lid and smelled a very strong but not disgusting mixed fragrance. It looked a bit like orange... and a bit like magnolia, with a fresh lemon-like scent, but she couldn't recognize any more complex scents. "This is...a little gadget I make when I'm bored and have nothing to do." Mrs. Glee put all the small bottles into a separate box. There were many cloth compartments in the box, and it looked like it was specially made to hold them. "If you need to go in and out of those top places in Weinport, don't forget to spray yourself with some."
"Is it necessary..." Hitzfeld seemed to understand. "Vienport is not such a rural place." The lady lowered her eyes and looked at the floor. "Although I am happy, I still think it is a good place to go. I will never go to such a place again!" "Do they rely solely on perfume to prove their identity?" the girl was curious. "Of course not all of them, there are also clothes, appearance, temperament... but perfume is indeed very important. A strong and pleasant smell without being pungent can leave a deep impression on people - especially a rare perfume can greatly highlight a person's status." "Is this the perfume my wife gave me?" Hitzfeld made a tentative joke. "Of course not." The lady's reaction was not unexpected, still very stereotyped, "You can't get into the real top places anyway, I just don't want you to be looked down upon." The train was to leave at 7:20 ., today, which meant that after packing up, Hitzfeld had to prepare to leave. "Do you need me to take you there?" The lady stood on the steps and looked at the girl. "No need." Hitzfeld couldn't suppress a happy smile on her face. She glanced at the street outside and said, "There should be someone more free who can take me there." She waved goodbye and left Gulliver's house carrying her suitcase. She walked 50 meters along the street and opened the door of a car at the corner. "How do you know it's me?" Ethan in the driver's seat was surprised. He remembered that the car's glass had been specially treated so that one could not see inside from the outside. "I wrote down your license plate number." Hitzfeld knocked on the window. "Don't just stand there, come out and open the trunk." Even after everything was arranged and they were driving on the road to the Northern Railway Station, Ethan was still a little dazed. He couldn't understand...it was true that he accepted the mission to build a good relationship with her, but how did he suddenly become her exclusive driver?
"What made you want to go to Wayneport?" That's a bit bad... since his mission doesn't allow him to leave the battlefield. "My lady's friend invited me there, 221 Rue des Irises... Do you know that place?" Mrs. Glee was an instructor of Shadow Lion in her early years. Since Ethan is also a Shadow Lion, she might be able to find out how to get to this place in advance. "Think about her age. She retired 40 years ago. There are at least two generations between her and me." Ethan shook his head, indicating that he knew nothing. "But someone should tell you." He raised the corners of his mouth as if he remembered something interesting. "Who?" "You'll soon find out." The girl frowned slightly, very dissatisfied with this kind of suspenseful behavior. But she was in a good mood today, so she didn't care. Hitzfeld chatted with Ethan in a casual manner, and kept paying attention to the scenery on the road. This reminded her of her childhood, when everything seemed new to her and any unfamiliar place was like a new world. That’s why she liked taking taxis because she could choose the front seat to enjoy the scenery along the way. Now it was just like that time... These roads and these scenes were all new to her. She was like a newly hatched bird, eager to get familiar with the world. The train station was not close, but the speed of the car was far superior to that of the carriage. They arrived at the destination before six o'clock. “The station is crowded on Monday.” Taking the box out of the trunk, Ethan looked at the crowded crowd. "I still have something to do, so I won't send you off." "I don't need you to send me either." Hitzfeld glanced at him unhappily. After saying goodbye to Ethan, she pulled her suitcase into the crowd and found the team according to the instructions on the diversion sign. "The Royal Autumn..." The girl checked the letters on the ticket again and again to make sure she was not wrong. She felt relieved after queuing and entering the waiting area. Maybe because the ticket price was more expensive, there were few people taking the same bus with her. She no longer needed to guard her seat for fear of being cut in line, and could walk around freely in the waiting area. After walking around for a while, Hitzfeld concluded that it was no different from the old station. But the platform prohibits people without tickets from entering, which is very advanced. There are vendors selling meals here. She remembered that she hadn't eaten since lunch, so she couldn't help but spend 8 grams of baker's money to buy a meat pie and a glass of juice, and quickly finished them all.
Then she was in trouble. Her stomach started to cramp violently as the train was about to arrive at the station. "+﹏φ" Hitzfeld was so miserable that he wanted to die. What to do... She had never taken a train here and didn't know if there was a toilet on the train. The black front of the train drove into the station with white smoke coming out, and people began to check their tickets and board the train. Hitzfeld stood on the platform pulling the suitcase, his body stiff, completely unsure of what to do. "There's a toilet in the car." A female voice came from beside her. It sounds nice, but a bit frivolous. "I can help you watch the box... Remember not to eat too much next time you travel." Chapter 27: Summer in Winter Perhaps because the word "Wangjia" is included in the name of the train, all the facilities on the train are very luxurious. The carriage is spacious, and even has dark red carpet on the floor. The sleeper berths are for two people, and each room is closed and isolated. After solving his physiological problems and further cleaning his body with the packaged disposable soap provided in the bathroom, Hitzfeld found his room softly and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his suitcase. He walked in, closed the door, and sat down on the bed. His feet were dangling in the air and were even trembling. "It looks serious..." That frivolous voice appeared again. Hitzfeld rolled his eyes and glared at the man. She didn't notice it before because she was upset, but now that she looked carefully, she suddenly found that this woman was quite attractive. Very young, around 20. Fair-skinned, delicate features, a bit like an Oriental with a bit of Western blood, black hair and black eyes, with the corners of the eyes slightly tilted upwards. This made her look charming even if she had a straight face and showed no expression. In addition, she had a unique style and paired a black dress with a white shirt, a short skirt and long boots, and a pair of flesh-colored stockings on her legs, which immediately made the girl's resentment disappear. It turns out that everyone is obsessed with appearance. At least before good-looking people actually do something bad, everyone, including her, Hitzfeld, is obsessed with looks. "Are you angry?" The woman raised her eyebrows, the smile on her face growing wider. "Don't get me wrong... I don't want to pry into your privacy. I'm just giving you some advice as an elder, letting you know that accidents can happen at any time when you're in society." Elders...elders who are 19 or 20 years old? The corners of his mouth twitched, and Hitzfeld suddenly said: "How do you know that I am the problem?" "That's the exclusive platform for the Autumn Train. Those who can enter and wait there are passengers who have bought tickets and plan to take the train. This is one of them." The woman began to talk big, "After confirming your identity, and looking at the oil paper bag and cup thrown into the trash can next to you, and looking at your stiff standing posture, and your legs that are constantly pressed together and twisted because of pain, it is not difficult to judge your condition."
This is another Mrs. Gulliver... Hitzfeld glared slightly. The deductive method works like this. It is very simple to analyze it step by step, but few people can understand it in an instant and actually put it into use. And the courage to draw conclusions... She has also been trying to learn to use deduction to observe others during this period, but she is always not sure whether she is right. “…That’s a theoretical reason.” She was slightly stunned by the woman's ending. "Ah? So there are other aspects?" "Of course... the real reason is that Brink's food is not very clean, and sometimes you don't know whether it is the cake or the drink that is not clean. Yes... because I have been fooled, so I know it very well." When she said this, her expression twisted in an exaggerated way: "It really was... I missed the bus. When I got out, I couldn't even walk steadily without holding on to the wall." "……"silence. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, and then the curve became bigger and bigger, more and more exaggerated. The girl finally couldn't maintain her demeanor, and she covered her mouth and laughed softly. She felt that this woman was very interesting. With this statement, not only did her embarrassment disappear, but the two sides became closer. They quickly exchanged names, and she learned that the other party had a very strange name, Xia Yibing. "My ancestors may be from Aisha... the lost continent in legend. Some people also say that people with my appearance are actually from Ceres, which should be as far away as Aisha." Xia Yibing was very talkative. She did not shy away from the peculiarities of her appearance and name. Instead, she patiently explained to the girl the origins of everything. "I know I'm probably not a native of this land. I've wanted to go back to where I was born since I was a child. I also have a local name called Xiasha, but almost no one calls me that. My friends and superiors understand my persistence." The scenery outside the car window was getting farther and farther away, and with the slight vibration of the car, they maintained this atmosphere and finished the dinner that was delivered while talking. "May I ask what you are doing in Port Weyne, Hitzfeld?" The dim light cast a soft glow on Xia Yibing's face. She supported her chin and looked across, her eyes filled with the reflection of the girl. She probably didn't realize how attractive she was. He has unique gray hair, an eye patch, big, watery blue eyes, and delicate facial features that don't look like those of the local race. That's fine. The key is what she wears. A black long-sleeved dress with a black shawl and a black sun hat on her head. Dress very conservatively, and there's nothing wrong with that. But don't ignore the black leather collar around her neck. For a pure and lovely girl who dresses conservatively, this thing can have the opposite effect on all her outfits, and even make them several times more violent than before. Xia Yibing didn't know whether she was too evil or simply had too much imagination. Seeing Hitzfeld like this, her mind was full of thoughts about what would be under her conservative long skirt.
Equally conservative socks and underwear? Or something bolder than a choker? "I was invited to visit there by a... relative's friend." Hitzfeld had no idea that the man opposite him had a head full of dirty stuff, and his tone was still very pleasant. After all, Xia Yibing is also a girl... In her opinion, this level of intimacy is completely fine.