Alvin Harwin - you have done so many evil things!
Chapter 11: Departure
Hitzfeld could clearly feel Xia's "desire" for himself.
There is a line at the top of the emotional progression, and women can't wait to cross it and really take it all in.
Hitzfeld didn't think... there was anything wrong with this. She was rather curious about it, and even a little bit looking forward to it. But if she really had to calculate the factors, it was definitely more of fear. If possible, she would rather the two of them maintain the status quo.
It's just that she is much more insensitive than most people in this regard. She didn't notice that as Xia Yibing officially broke into her life, she herself gradually began to have thoughts about the free female body.
That was probably accumulated from Xia Yibing's overly careless lifestyle. Because the woman had subconsciously regarded her as a close partner, every time she came out of the shower, as long as she made sure the curtains were closed, she would not wear clothes if possible.
This came as a huge shock to Hitzfeld.
She forced herself to get used to it, but she couldn't ignore her fit body. The female police chief had a slender figure and had been exercising for years, so she could naturally show off her abs without having to hold it in, which was too lethal for someone like Hitzfeld who understood art.
Xia Yibing didn't notice her abnormality at all. She didn't know that the reason why the girl frequently took a shower after she took a shower when they just moved in together was because of her.
The impact is far-reaching... Hitzfeld is clearly not allowed to cross the red line due to physical reasons, but such restrictions do not exist for Xia Yibing.
Hitzfeld had thought about a similar scenario, and she was sure that she was "interested", and if she proposed it, Xia would definitely not refuse.
But if I have to exercise restraint due to physical reasons, then what's the difference between that and being manipulated by a dummy?
It was out of this concern that Hitzfeld had been avoiding letting the relationship develop in this direction. Of course, she wasn't sure if it was simply because she was afraid.
She spent today and tomorrow in a daze. On the morning of the third day, at dawn, she received a visit from Ethan.
"When are we...what's wrong with you? You look so bad?"
Ethan also looked very haggard. He had been having a hard time recently. Villefort's death was a huge blow to him. Not only did he have to endure the gossip of his colleagues on weekdays, but he also had to run around to appeal for his father's unjust case. Add to that the tasks he had taken on, and he had just had a good night's sleep yesterday.
But even so, he looked more normal than Hitzfeld. He guessed that this might be because his face was already aging, so his fatigue was not obvious.
Hitzfeld was still very young, and anxiety and fatigue were visible on his fair face.
He almost wanted to ask the other party if he didn't sleep well last night, but when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he remembered that today was not Friday yet, and Hitzfeld should have been used to it.
"Is there something bothering you?" He half bent down with concern and stared at the girl's dark circles. "I won't tell anyone. Can you talk to me?"
"Probably not..." Hitzfeld showed an expression that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and awkwardly pulled him into the house, "Sit down for a while, I'll make you some drinks."
If it was something else, she definitely wouldn't mind telling Ethan, but this matter...she herself didn't know if she was being too hypocritical, and given the nature of the matter, how could she possibly say it?
There's no need to talk about it. I have to think of a way to divert Ethan's attention later.
After making tea, the two sat on the sofa and chatted.
"Goli's tea leaves." Ethan took a puff of white smoke with great enjoyment. "I heard that the gray fog is invading Goli faster and faster. This thing is very valuable in the market."
Hitzfeld doesn't like tea. Strictly speaking, she basically doesn't drink these beverages except diluted ice juice. Most of the time, she only drinks plain water.
This is not a good thing, because she doesn't even drink milk, claiming that milk drinks have a bad smell. As a result, she is unwilling to touch even some dairy products that are too milky.
Ethan had criticized this more than once, saying that she was still young and not drinking milk was bad for her health, but Hitzfeld just wouldn't listen.
"Xia got it." The girl nodded. "Maybe it was confiscated from somewhere. You can drink as much as you want. She got a lot."
Nodding, Ethan saw that she didn't want to continue the previous topic, so he simply started talking to her about the case he took over in Ferrington.
"This case... actually has a certain possibility of being insignificant," he said.
"It doesn't matter? How can you say that?" Hitzfeld didn't understand.
"Oh... I'm certainly not saying that they deserve this kind of trouble, but... how should I put it? You should know how big the land area of Sara is, and how many similar things happen every day. And Mr. Ponson... after all, he has encountered such things so many times, isn't he still fine?"
Ethan clearly has his own opinions on this: "I just think that a detective like you... shouldn't focus on such 'small cases'."
He sincerely thought so. In his opinion, Hitzfeld had demonstrated her ability in many critical situations, and talents like her should solve major and strange cases.
"This is a strange case," Hitzfeld disagreed, "and I don't think I'm special at all."
In her opinion, there are only two types of cases: "there are clues" and "no clues". Those major and strange cases have not reached the level where she begins to understand them, which means that there are specialists in charge of handling them. In this case, it is precisely this small case of Ferrington that has left the local police and security bureau at a loss that needs her.
"Whatever you want." Ethan had just made a casual suggestion, and seeing that she insisted, he didn't say much, "It's a good opportunity for me to go out with you and relax."
Xia Yibing didn't come back to stay last night. After waiting for a while, Darent also came at seven o'clock in the morning. Hitzfeld returned to the room and dragged out the packed small box. He saw Lu Xier also squeezed in behind the wooden man.
This was her initiative to invite me.
Alfred finally had a chance to get rid of the title of Watcher, and he was unwilling to help her look after the house again. Xia Yibing had her own things to do during the day, so the task of looking after the house and teaching Ashley could only be given to Lu Xier.
"Good morning..." Lu Xier rubbed his eyes and his voice sounded weak.
She didn't sleep well last night.
Strictly speaking, she hadn't slept well since the night before, because Aunt Kate always liked to run up to her after dinner to read sutras, admonishing and supervising her to put away her daily necessities properly.
Lu Xi'er still hasn't figured out how the laundry basin she placed on the rooftop could have rolled downstairs by itself?
Do not understand.
It's very depressing.
Seeing her like this, Hitzfeld felt a little guilty.
But she immediately thought - since Lu Xier, who claimed to know the technique of foot massage to relieve fatigue, could not treat himself, then what she said at the beginning must have been a lie.
She really just has a simple quirk, she just likes to touch other people's feet...
A few people gathered together and chatted for a while, and then Bill Ponson came over.
Hearing that Hitzfeld was willing to take the case, he was very excited. When he came to her house, his stern face almost broke into a smile, and he repeatedly praised her as a good person.
Hitzfeld announced in passing that they would be going there by airship this time, and the short and fat man's eyes lit up and his gratitude was beyond words.
Ethan couldn't help but look at her again.
This client...according to the information we have obtained, has a bad temper.
But she was able to coordinate the relationship between the two parties very well, probably because the other party had no expectations from the beginning and she did not agree to him from the beginning.
It seems like she has really matured a lot...
Until they arrived at Wayne Civilian Airport, Ethan couldn't help but smile faintly.
This made Darent feel very uncomfortable and he thought there was something wrong with his brain.
Before boarding the plane, Hitzfeld was not surprised to see the person she missed was also here.
"How many days do you think it will take to resolve?"
When they were alone together, the questions Xia Yibing asked made Hitzfeld blush.
Because it sounds like... it sounds like being too impatient about something.
"At most... I think at most half a month!"
She didn't dare to look into the other person's eyes and stammered.
"Then half a month." Xia Yibing nodded.
She looked at the situation. She and Hitzfeld were standing at the edge of the corner. Ethan and the others should only be able to see her and not the gray-haired girl who was trapped inside.
So she made a very bold move - she kissed the back of the girl's head with her backhand.
"!"
Hitzfeld was startled.
But this kiss was too passionate...it combined all the woman's thoughts and desires for her, and it was passionate enough to melt all her rationality.
So she fell quickly.
In the shadows.
In the corner.
With the temporary and limited cover, she closed her eyes, stood on tiptoe, and responded with all her heart.
Chapter 12 Bad News
When boarding the airship, Hitzfeld was lucky enough not to be noticed by others.
Because she wore a mask, her red cheeks were covered. She even let her hair down to cover her red ears. With the eye mask, only her right eye was exposed.
But it can only be said that the two agents traveling with her were both professionals. Ethan and Darent still noticed something strange from some details and asked her if she was feeling unwell.
Hitzfeld covered up.
She thought this was too exciting...
Not only can you not tell it to others, you can't even tell it to your close friends.
God knows how panicked she was when she was standing on tiptoe just now. Her heart was still beating fast until the seats were assigned and the airship started to take off.
Fortunately, Ethan understood her abnormal behavior as fear of airships. She was cared for by Ethan all the way, and he kept instilling in her the viewpoints such as "airships are actually very safe" and "the probability of airship accidents is actually much lower than that of cars".
In fact, Hitzfeld was not afraid of this - she had taken planes alone many times in her previous life, and she was not afraid of airplanes. Of course, she would not be afraid of airships, which were theoretically safer than airplanes.
But in order to cover up the truth, she couldn't explain it and could only let Ethan misunderstand her.
So this scene was very strange in Darent's eyes.
When he returned from the Crystal Sea by airship, he happened to be sitting next to the girl. At that time, his legs were shaking as if he had an epileptic seizure, but Hitzfeld told him two jokes to relieve his nervousness.
So now she is afraid of heights? She needs others to comfort her?
The one who was really afraid of heights and airships was actually Darent. But because the scene he witnessed was too extreme and too bizarre, he suspected that there was something wrong with his memory, so he didn't have that much energy to be afraid.
It is worth mentioning that Pudan Jiaoli did not come along.
He was a salesman for the "Medal of the Knight" and had other business to attend to. He had asked for leave to accompany Ponson to the office that day, and he really couldn't spare the time to accompany them to Ferrington.
"We'll be landing in less than two hours."
The next day, Hitzfeld organized a group of people to return to their seats and look at the short and fat man opposite them.
"I wonder if Mr. Ponson could tell me more about the predicament you are in?"
"Of course, but I don't know if you mean..."
"You can start with your career and family first," she reminded him.
"No problem!" Pang Sen took a breath, "Let me start with myself... I believe you can see that I am a businessman, but you may not know what I do specifically."
“Fur traders, I guess,” Ethan said.
Ponson glared at him and then at Hitzfeld.
"It's obvious..." Darent rolled his eyes, holding the back of his head with his hands and leaning back in his seat, "You have so many fur coats in your suitcase. It's almost spring. Who doesn't know that you also came here to discuss a business deal?"
The resting box was occupied by the girl and her dog, and the other three men shared one. So they certainly knew what Ponson had brought in the box, and it was inevitable that it would be seen.
"Oh... I'm not doubting you!" Pang Sen perked up, "Anyway, everyone! I'll just continue!"
He was of course very happy that the client behaved so professionally. He showed a level of cooperation far beyond his expectations and disclosed all the information he could remember.
As he said, he was a fur trader. He was considered a small tycoon in the local area. In addition to opening a local fur processing factory, he also operated his own distribution channel, which was called Ponson Department Store.
"You may be curious about why I want to open a department store... It's because I'm afraid of being restricted from the channel port." Speaking of business, Pang Sen talked endlessly: "When I first started, I was very depressed because of the restriction of channels. Many channel dealers united to refuse to buy our goods in order to lower the price. From then on, I realized that if I want to expand my business, I must have my own channels. Otherwise, no matter how well the factory is run, it will still be controlled by others..."
"During this process, I met my current wife, Mallory. She helped me and encouraged me when I was in the most critical moment, and took good care of me and my children..."
"Wait a minute," Darent interrupted. "You and the kids? You already had kids when you met her? You remarried?"
"It's remarriage." Pang Sen nodded, "My first wife died in a nightmare... leaving behind two children, Bieber and Lina. Bieber is my eldest son, who is 16 years old this year. Lina is only two years younger than him, so you can see how much we loved each other."
"What kind of nightmare?" Hitzfeld demanded. "Is it caused by evil...?"
"Yes……"
"What were the results of the investigation?"
"Nothing came of it... Miss... If I must say anything, it's just..."
At this point, Pang Sen buried his face in his hands in some pain: "It was because of me... She was worried that the poor life would make the children suffer in the future. When this worry accumulated to a certain extent, it turned into a nightmare. So it was all because of me... I killed her!"
"So that's why you want to start a business and try to make money?"
"Yes...she...Katna has left me. I can't let her nightmare come true. I must let Bieber and Lina live a good life."
"Hmm..." Hitzfeld groaned, "Go on, sir."
