Bad woman, am I pretending to be bad?

fantastic.

Just like creating a suitable body shape for a character in the character creation interface, she can now use this ability to freely adjust the organs of various parts of the body, such as adding a pair of cute cat ears or a fat tail.

Of course, Charlotte wouldn't be so bored as to waste too much effort on these little features. After all, Isabella's purpose wasn't for self-entertainment, and the organs she sculpted also had to take into account the body's balance system and the consumption of spiritual energy.

He wrapped his arms tightly around the beautiful woman's waist. Although he had these thoughts in his heart, curiosity always made it hard to suppress. The night had fallen, and all the trivial matters should be left to tomorrow.

And now——

A fluffy fox tail spread out the hem of her dress, swaying gracefully from side to side, before leading Charlotte into the warm bed.

The ocean of spirituality has been opened up once again, and the divided spirit can be released and withdrawn at any time. This means that not only the puppet, but also she herself can carefully consider the direction of developing this ability.

Of course, before that, she planned to enjoy the convenience it brought her.

Nestled within the tail's embrace, Charlotte furrowed her brow, pulled the blankets tighter, and gradually sank into the warmth of the fur, drifting into a distant dream.

No one can resist the temptation of furry things.

......

The next day was an unusually sunny day.

As she slowly rose from the bed, her fluffy fox tail spontaneously gathered the clothes laid out on one side, deftly dressing and grooming her, and washing her face.

Without opening her eyes, Charlotte slowly adjusted to the confusion that followed her waking from a long dream.

Barefoot on the floor, her light gauze skirt swayed in the wind, revealing her slender calves. The sea breeze in Tingen always brought a timely coolness, waking up busy people and rousing lazy cats.

Stripped of its spiritual support, the fox tail gradually curled up and disappeared into her body after she lifted the window curtain.

Although he was not afraid, exposing his strangeness to ordinary people would always bring him trouble.

Yawning, still half-asleep, she shook her head and brushed the blonde hair from her forehead. When she opened her eyes again, reason and indifference had returned to her face.

Isabella bid farewell last night and returned to the home she remembered, while Watson left the ferry and finally set foot on the soil across the ocean.

The feedback and perspectives from the three bodies did not cause her thoughts to become cluttered. For Charlotte, as long as the goal was clear, she would not be in a dull state.

Next, it's time to find an opportunity.

She picked up the morning newspaper that the maid had placed at the door and casually flipped through a few of the headlines.

[Recently, dense fog has blanketed many places, including Florence, for reasons unknown. However, along with this hazy weather, unexplained illnesses are spreading among the public, causing considerable concern...]

Infectious diseases, perhaps, are a perfectly valid reason.

She rose to say goodbye, gave a few instructions, and then boarded the carriage. The horse's mane fluttered in the wind, the metal ruts rolled over the grass, and she passed through the salty harbor, pausing for a moment in the narrow alley where she had once seen Little Sparrow.

The simple easel was no longer set up, and the red-haired girl never came again.

Sophie likely left the heartbreaking city, heading alone with the direction Watson had given her.

"Go to Baker Street in the city center."

After gently instructing the coachman to no longer be involved, she could indeed visit the old detective and Winnie again as an outsider, and even try to find some malicious means to question or embarrass them.

The carriage stopped, and the sign for Singh's firm was still displayed at the main entrance, but the flowers and plants by the window, whether from the rain and snow or from neglect, had drooped their stems and leaves and were close to withering.

"Eh."

Sensing the somber atmosphere, Charlotte pushed open the door and entered, only to find the interior no longer tidy, with haphazardly scattered papers on the table, accompanied by an unpleasant smell of smoke.

"Excuse me, ma'am, is there anything you need me to do?"

Hearing the noise, the man lying on the sofa slowly got up. He hunched over, trembling slightly as he touched his pocket, intending to take out some tobacco but then stopped as if he remembered something, revealing a slight bitterness.

It's Singh.

Unlike his previous presentable appearance, the once handsome old detective was now disheveled, his clothes were wrinkled, and he seemed to lack energy and spirit.

"Is this the Singer firm?"

Ignoring the former's question, Charlotte looked around and deliberately spoke up, especially emphasizing her tone in the latter half.

"Yes......"

It was a low acquiescence after a moment of silence.

“But I heard from people in the know that recently, all the cases handled by this firm have been handled by a young girl.”

This time, the man's silence was even longer. He looked at Charlotte, as if he wanted to say something, but then stopped himself from speaking.

Just then, someone else pushed open the door and entered the messy front hall.

“Mr. Singh, why are you sleeping here again? It’s still cold lately, you can easily catch a cold.”

With her slightly brown hair and simple clothes, just as she expected, her little sparrow arrived at the office on time.

"Ah, you are the lady from that day. I apologize for the state of things here."

Upon discovering Charlotte, Winnie bowed in surprise and apologized, then hurriedly grabbed a broom and began sweeping up the pile of trash and tidying up the messy documents.

Judging from her practiced movements, she was already quite skilled at it.

"No, I just have something I need to entrust to this firm."

Without mentioning the names of the first two, Charlotte simply raised her eyelashes and spoke softly, referring to the firm's name.

she says:

"I need to find someone. Her name is Sophie."

Chapter 112 Lifelike and Departure

"Madam, you mean Sofby?"

With her eyes wide open, Winnie, unable to hear clearly, murmured and asked again.

"Yes, I heard from everyone that the girl hasn't been to the office for a long time. I also came here to find her on the behalf of a friend."

Back then, at the shared dessert shop, the little sparrow in front of her had already told her about Sophie's farewell, which is why she came here today.

"Friends?"

"Yes, a friend who has already left this land."

By deliberately emphasizing the words, even though the voice remained light, anyone could hear the sorrow contained within.

Stunned, Winnie swallowed hard, lost in memories of the past. She didn't know when, but Singh, who had been lying on the sofa, had gotten up and was silently gazing at the beautiful woman before him, as if deep in thought.

After a long pause, the old detective finally took over the conversation, politely declining the offer.

"This is not an easy task. Detectives are naturally busy solving cases, and finding a missing person is within their scope, but no one can be sure where a girl with hands and feet will go."

"We don't know if she's still in Tingen or on the North Yanin Peninsula, so how can we be sure we'll find her in the vast sea of ​​people?"

Without shifting his gaze, Singh's words revealed a timely sense of helplessness.

"Now it's your turn to piece together the clues and find the answer. I know how difficult this will be, so I won't force you. Whether it's clues or directions, just be as detailed as possible. I will—"

"Give them sufficient compensation."

In fact, Charlotte didn't come here intentionally to waste her time. She really wanted to know where Sophby was. After all, the little bird was going to become a Sequence Nine, and as a wild Extraordinary, its situation was far from safe.

If she didn't have anyone she cared about, she would lose interest and give up the performance. So, in order to avoid having to search for beautiful birds and to avoid wasting the role that Watson had played with his life, she really had to ensure the safety of these girls.

Well, there's nothing we can do about it; she's a kind, patient, and helpful girl.

“Madam, even if you hadn’t said anything, I would still have gone to find Sofby. This would have been a way of giving her closure…”

With her face lowered, it was obvious who Winnie was referring to when she spoke of "her".

"So, Mr. Singh, what is your answer?"

“Ms. Charlotte, if this is your commission, as your employee, I will naturally do my best to complete it.”

The old detective gently lowered his pipe, letting out a few wisps of ash, and sighed in some unknown direction.

He was familiar with all the affairs of Tingen, so he was no stranger to the girl in front of him.

"Alright, I won't bother you any longer. I'll take my leave now."

With a polite, slight bow, Charlotte, having already achieved her goal, had no intention of lingering any longer.

Of course, at the moment of parting, she also needed to whisper some secrets between the two of them to the little sparrow.

Approaching the petite girl, Charlotte didn't whisper intimately in her ear, but simply spoke again in a calm tone.

“Winnie, if you want to know more about her, go to the place I mentioned back then, and I will tell you everything.”

Yes, she decided to tell the ignorant birds about the extraordinary things, putting aside the affairs of Florence for the time being, so that she could better savor the delicacy born of her own heartache by having them under her own sight.

Moreover, if Winnie, who has always been impoverished, wants to continue along this path and seek the truth, she can only rely on herself as a guide.

The horse's hooves clattered on the cobblestone pavement, and Charlotte followed the clattering sound as she rode away, leaving the two of them speechless.

After a while, Singh took out the newspaper from the coffee table, seemingly talking to himself, or perhaps to someone else.

“Su Fu submitted her resignation to me before her. As for where she is now, I’ll probably have to go through the most tedious process of asking each other if they’ve seen her.”

"This will take quite a while. I'll have my informants gather information from various places. I'll leave the rest to you, Winnie."

Without saying another word, Singh simply left the front hall and silently went to the second-floor balcony to smoke a cigarette.

What he said just now was only what was said on the surface, but in his heart, he had different thoughts. He and Charlotte had no prior contact, so why did he trust her so much in his first appointment, as if they were very familiar with each other and he was confident that they would accept it?

Holding the translucent crystal in the inner pouch, the warm sensation solidified the old detective's resolve.

......

Looking into the distance, inside the neat and clean clinic, Isabella is carefully flipping through medical books from this era.

This can be considered a good habit of the predecessor: not relying on one's extensive knowledge, but always making unremitting efforts to enrich one's knowledge reserves in preparation for any eventuality.

"call."

Pressing against the spine of the book and flicking it with two fingers, she closed it and placed it aside.

Because someone had arrived—someone she knew.

Good morning, Zelena.

She touched the hem of her petticoat with her finger, and the slight curve of her buttocks, sculpted by the reclining chair back, created an alluring shallow arc.

"Bella, you're here so early again. Is it because of the children?"

The beautiful woman with black hair pushed open the door and entered. She pulled out a wooden chair and sat down in front of Isabella.

"If I said I waited for you specifically for this purpose, would you be happy?"

Beneath her gentle voice lay a hint of teasing as she peeled back the candy coating and gently placed a milk candy into the former's palm.

"If it's true, and if it's you, I'll naturally be happy."

Without making excuses, Zelena swallowed the milk candy, quietly gazing at the other person, enjoying the sweet and mellow taste of the milk melting on her lips.

Are there many tasks today?

"As usual, it's not a small amount."

Their responses were perfectly in sync, requiring no further explanation; simple words and eye contact conveyed their mutual understanding.

"Yesterday, you were too proud to accept my offer, but today, it's not allowed."

"Um......"

Without the eyes and ears of outsiders, and no longer needing to distance themselves from each other, Isabella and Zelena leaned against each other silently, sharing this brief morning tranquility, for themselves and for her.

After a long while, a soft voice inquiring about the situation finally broke through.

"Bella, you have something you want to tell me, right?"

"Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you."

Gently touching her cheek, the brown-haired beauty raised her thin lips and smiled, a smile that was both surprised and taken for granted.

"According to recent morning reports, the dense fog in Florence has lasted for months, and the number of patients suffering from lung disease during this period far exceeds previous statistics."

"As a doctor, even without the association's invitation, I would like to go and do my part."

A kind doctor will always be dedicated to helping people overcome their suffering.

"...It's not safe there, Bella. You can go for them, but what if you get sick yourself?"

After a moment of silence, Zelena realized that besides the excessive emissions from the factory, there were other extraordinary factors that had triggered the dense fog, and Zelena happened to be one of those who knew about it. Therefore, she was worried about her friend in front of her.