Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Homily laughed angrily.

She didn't notice the complicated look in her husband's eyes.

“In short, what Grandpa said is true!

I win, we don't have to move!

Mom, look where we live...

You don’t even have your own dressing room!”

Look around the cramped home.

Arrietty's room was made of two cigar boxes.

The kitchen was built by Pod after he spent a year collecting countless small wooden boards and then hammering and banging them together. Sometimes it leaks.

Of course Homily was not satisfied.

The bed she and her husband shared was already worn out.

But now I can’t find any newer, larger matchboxes.

"Her Majesty the Queen said that she has an independent space where we little people can live in peace without being disturbed. It's so big——"

Arrietty raised her hands and gestured, "No one else but us!"

Homily was a little moved, and turned her eyes doubtfully to her husband.

Pod nodded, hesitant to speak. "Although... it's human. But I did see it, Homily. It's not an illusion. I smell the scent of green grass.

That girl is very strange.”

Homily hesitated, and the little knitting needles tapped in her hands.

Seeing that her mother's side was almost done, Arrietty began to try to persuade her father.

"No more climbing up and down, father! We can grow something in the garden, shall we? And have a pipe to smoke!"

No humans, no rats, no pesky cats and dogs!"

Pod pushed the corner of the table, supported his fat belly and stood up, but did not reply to his daughter immediately. He muttered something like "I want to write a letter to Spiller" and returned to his room with a heavy heart.

Mori Yuesa stood in the living room, staring at the dark and steep cave entrance in a daze.

Interesting little people, interesting plants.

[Card Grass and Heart Leaf:

[A gift left to you by a fellow traveler, serving as an important beacon for activating a certain race.]

[Note: When a destined leader of the fairies activates the card grass, you can seal them into creature cards and take them away from this world.]

[Note: You can also choose to stay away from this place and refuse this gift. ]

[However, this precious gift also indirectly proves your potential, and you are more than just a crazy girl. ]

Mori Yuesha: Shut up (-`ェ?-╬)

Bang bang bang!

There was a violent knock on the door.

Mori Yuesa put down her paintbrush, came down from the second floor and opened the door.

At the door, Jack held onto the door frame, panting.

His face looked extremely pale. The boy glanced at Mori Yuesha and walked straight in.

"What's wrong, Mr. Hanhan?"

Jokingly, Mori Yuesa led him into the reception room on the first floor, took out the teapot from the kitchen, poured two cups, and sat opposite him.

Jack grabbed the corner of his clothes. His hair was a mess like a chicken coop, and big beads of sweat hung on the sides of his face and slid down.

The boy picked up the teacup and drank it all, then wiped the corner of his mouth.

"problem occurs."

He said nervously, "Have you been out lately?"

Naturally, Mori Yuesa made a drawing gesture.

"No! No... I mean, I mean at night. Have you been out at night? That street, next door, at the pub."

Jack pointed his finger randomly.

The boy looked very frightened, as if he was being chased by something, and the fear made him tense. He was afraid and a little worried about Mori Yuesha's safety.

"No, I don't like it there. How comfortable is home?" Mori Yuesa shook her head.

Jack breathed a sigh of relief and took out a crumpled painter's hat and a sweat-soaked newspaper from his bulging pocket. "Don't go out at night."

Mori Yuesa took it and read it word for word according to where Jack pointed.

“Murderer…?”

Mori Yuesa looked at the newspaper and then at Jack.

"No, no!" Jack pulled out the newspaper, folded it into small squares, and showed the important part to Mori Yuesha.

"Here, see it?"

Mori Yuesha's mouth corners drooped and she narrowed her eyes seriously.

"You mean..."

Jack nodded, a little sad and a little scared. "Yes. Mary is dead."

Chapter11 Cyttorak

In the police station, Jack led Mori Yuesha around the front desk, greeted the staff at the door in a familiar manner, and walked into the office with a swagger.

Inside the house, a middle-aged man in police uniform was sitting on the sofa.

In the center of the face, a long hooked nose is very eye-catching, with short brown hair that is as messy as weeds and sunken eye sockets.

His eyes were sharp like some kind of bird, his deep blue pupils staring at the two of them.

"Jack? I don't think your sister is fit to watch this." The Sheriff began.

Apparently Jack had already greeted him.

Jack was no longer surprised by the fact that Mori Yuesa had become his sister. What could he possibly refute?

Saying that Mori Yuesa is his fiancée?

He wanted to live to New York.

Jack shrugged very deliberately, "I think she can, we agreed, Schiller."

The sheriff was busy writing a report, with a bottle of blue ink on the desk.

As he wrote, he kept persuading Mori Yuesha: "Miss, I advise you not to go in. She is your brother's female companion, not yours.

I don't think it's gentlemanly to let an underage lady watch such a bloody scene."

"If anyone treated my sister like this, I would rip his head off and put it under the hound's ass to eat shit."

Mori Yuesha covered her mouth and laughed, looking at the frustrated Jack, she casually said: "Don't let him cheat you out of food and drink. He relies on this trick to eat and stay fat every day."

"Ms. Forest, please be civilized."

Jack interjected unhappily, and Sheriff Schiller put down his pen and looked at the two men.

"Have you decided?"

He pushed the chair away, took the key from the hook on the wall, and pushed the door open first.

"Come with me, miss. There is lunch bought by my men at the door."

Mori Yuesha politely declined: "I've eaten, thank you."

"I didn't mean lunch."

Schiller strode forward without looking back, and said sarcastically, "It's a paper bag for lunch. I don't want you to dirty the morgue floor when you vomit."

“It’s the only clean place in the world.”

The three people turned, went down the stairs and entered the basement floor.

As soon as they came in, a distinct feeling of coldness enveloped the 'brother and sister'.

Mori Yuesha was fine. The chaotic monsters and strange life forms from other worlds that she had seen were much more terrifying than corpses.

I have dismembered them myself...(≧?≦)ゞ

Jack wasn't so good.

Under Schiller's half-smiling gaze, his calves swayed uncontrollably and he trembled.

And when the sheriff pushed open the door to the real morgue, the boy was ready to play some instrument.

Back off.

"I think……"

He was answered by two pairs of eyes with a look of 'as expected'.

"Okay, okay, Miss Forest, give me the paper bag. I don't want to vomit all over myself. This is my only set of clothes..."

Jack muttered, entering the morgue.

cold.

Icy.

In the deathly silent room, there were iron boxes placed one after another, with small labels hanging between the grids.

Schiller muttered to himself as he led the two of them to a grid in the corner, stretched out his hand and opened it——

Miss Mary, we meet again.

She closed her eyes, and her pretty face was gone.

The entire face was cut from the center of the eyebrows, one to the left and one to the right, forming an inverted V shape, all the way to the jaw.

There was a huge vertical cut on the girl's abdomen. Mori Yuesha looked at it for a long time and found something wrong.

"Ahem. Hers...hers..."

Schiller glanced at Mori Yuesha approvingly: “Yes, her internal organs disappeared, including her uterus.

At the time of the crime, the intestines were placed on top of the head in strange patterns, and the walls were covered with symbols written in blood that we could not understand.

"Only this one, in English."

Cyttorak.

Mori Yuesha read it out: Cy? Cytorak?

WTF?

Schiller also smiled bitterly. He and his men had no idea about the murderer.

To date, the reasons for the crime and the gender of the perpetrator remain shrouded in mystery.

“This is the fifth time this has happened.

We mobilized a large number of police forces and even transferred police forces from surrounding areas, but we still have no clue.

Including the detectives, I spent all my bonus this year just on coffee."

It's okay, Mr. Sheriff. If you don't buy them coffee, you won't get your bonus this year.

"Such a neat cut, doctor?"

Mori Yuesa walked around the corpse.

This era is too old-fashioned. Unlike my own era, there are so many channels to acquire skills beyond one's own profession.

Schiller shook his head: "We first made the diagnosis through the doctor, but after investigating everyone around us -"