Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 180 Triss

"That's such a pity," Eve said, her voice drawn out, as if she was truly filled with regret. "I thought I had the next piece of news."

"If the authorities don't block the news, you might still be able to get firsthand reports," Klein said thoughtfully.

Eve shrugged, seemingly disagreeing. She tapped the stair railing with a finger and said, "Mr. Ian is on his way to visit you. He'll arrive at 15 Minsk Street in about fifteen minutes. If you want to notify the Night Watchmen, do it as soon as possible."

So fast?
Klein was surprised for a moment, then he gathered his thoughts and began to think about how to inform the Nighthawks.

Ian might destroy the scene, so it is best to let the Night Watchman arrive at the scene before Ian, but it is difficult for the Night Watchman to arrive in time in such a short time.

It seems like the commission's completion date will be postponed... Klein lowered his eyes as he pondered.

Klein raised his head, looked at Eve, and asked, "Can you disguise your handwriting?"

"of course."

"Help me write an anonymous letter and deliver it to the Nighthawks. The content is that a body was found in the East District sewer." Klein walked upstairs quickly and gave instructions.

Eve nodded, turned around and went back into the house. As she passed by Klein, she patted his shoulder. The bookish man transformed into a profound and mature man in the blink of an eye.

Klein packed up quickly and headed to 15 Minsk Street.

Soon after Klein arrived, the house was once again occupied.

He opened the door and, as expected, saw the familiar figure in the old coat.

"Mr. Ian?" Klein feigned doubt, his tone carrying a hint of feigned weariness.

"Good morning, Mr. Sherlock," Ian took back his knocking hand and greeted him first. He glanced around before saying, "Did you get anything? Um... I was just passing by and asked..."

"No," Klein shook his head with a hint of regret and said, "I went to Mr. Zreal's house to collect clues, but I haven't found anything yet."

"Well..." Ian said without disappointment, "This is something we can all think of, Mr. Sherlock. There's no need for you to feel disappointed about this. It's not even a day until the commission starts."

"Thank you for your comfort, Mr. Ian."

Ian didn't continue chatting with Klein. Seeing that he hadn't gained anything, he quickly ended the conversation and left Minsk Street.

……

It was not difficult for Eve to disguise the handwriting. The elegant handwriting on the white paper was completely different from Eve's usual beautiful handwriting.

Eve wrote the letter and solemnly put it in an envelope and sealed it.

He stood up, walked to the bed, and lifted the quilt, revealing the empty bed.

Rarity isn't here.

Eve raised her eyebrows, flipped her wrist, pulled the quilt back, turned around, went to the closet, changed into her daily clothes, opened the wooden door and left the room.

By this time, Klein had already left, leaving Eve alone in the house. Silence reigned, and dark curtains blocked the rising sun from the window. The crimson moon had not yet vanished, hanging dimly in the sky, but the sun had long since given way to the dominant light.

Eve grasped the curtains with both hands and opened them a tiny crack, letting a ray of sunlight slip into the room. He glanced up at the sky, then closed the curtains again, banishing the sunlight once more. He slowly walked to the door, casually picked up a woman's bowler hat from the coat rack, put it on his head, pushed the door open, and walked down the steps.

The gravel path divides the green courtyard into two areas, and the mailbox stands beside the path like a guard on duty.

Eve shook the letter in her hand and stuffed it into the mailbox. The snow-white letter floated into the empty mailbox, passing through the smooth bottom like a stone into the sea, but disappeared into the mailbox without causing a ripple.

Okay, then let’s go for a walk in the suburbs… Eve curled the corners of her mouth and walked towards the suburbs seemingly quite happily.

……

In a manor on the outskirts of Backlund
The sunlight filtered into the room through the gaps in the curtains, drifting onto the large bed where a man and woman slept in each other's arms like a loving couple.

The sunlight brushed the eyebrows of the woman in the man's arms. After a while, the eyelashes of the gentle woman in the man's arms trembled slightly, and then she opened her eyes with a little confusion, and what she saw was the handsome face of the man.

Triss looked at the man in front of her, pursed her lips, and felt a mixture of emotions in her heart, as if a seasoning table had been overturned.

She hated Edessak's love for her but relied on the protection he gave her. She resented Edessak and hated herself even more.

Triss pinched her brows, propped herself up, and got out of bed barefoot. The thin silk nightgown outlined her graceful figure.

She walked to the window, grabbed the curtain with one hand and pulled it inward to block out the sunlight from coming in.

Triss turned around and saw Edsac sleeping soundly on the bed. His tightly closed brows showed that his sweet dream was not affected by the glaring sunlight at all.

In an instant, a hint of confusion appeared on Triss's beautiful face. Why should she draw the curtains for this guy?
Triss felt a little depressed. She hated this feeling. She turned around and pulled open the tightly closed curtains. The dazzling sunlight poured in, shining through the tightly closed eyes of the person on the bed.

Edsac drowsily opened his eyes and looked at Triss, who was clutching the curtains by the window. His tone was filled with the confusion and doubt of someone who had just woken up, "Triss?"

"nothing……"

Seeing Edsak wake up, Triss felt inexplicably guilty. She tightened her grip on the curtains and turned around to look out the window as if nothing had happened.

It was just dawn, but the manor was already awake. Triss saw the maids, footmen, and gardeners approaching the manor. She knew that if she left the house and walked around the courtyard, she would encounter grooms, coachmen, and more people.

Triss glanced at it casually, but her expression suddenly turned serious.

She saw a woman, an exceptionally beautiful woman wandering around the manor!

Everyone acted as if they didn't see her and allowed this overly beautiful woman to wander around the manor.

Witch!

Spiritual Knowledge Society!
Triss's mind went blank for a moment. She was now extremely glad that she had been so confused that morning that she got entangled with the curtains.

Swish!
Triss quickly drew the curtains back up and turned back to Edessak.

"What's wrong?" Edsak noticed Triss's abnormality at the first moment, quickly got out of bed, ran to Triss and asked.

(End of this chapter)