On the steps on the bank of the river in Preston, Donald coughed and washed his face with a handful of clean water. The smoke from the fire in the distance shot up into the sky.

Sherlock sat next to him, holding a sealed document bag in his hand. This was the only item Donald took out from the fire, and it was behind the bookcase that Dr. Andy pointed out with his finger before he died. thing.

"Here is a medical document, a private clinic, located in the city of Preston, but it is a gentleman who is receiving treatment, and it does not match anyone on the missing list...you How are you feeling, if you feel unwell, go to the hospital?"

After repacking the document and stuffing it into Donald's arms, Sherlock couldn't help asking as he watched him sit on the steps in silence.

This document was obtained by Donald from the fire, so it was his, and the two had already agreed.

"No problem, I'm not going to be troubled by such a little smoke. I'm a stranger anyway, I'm just thinking about what to do with this information next."

Donald roughly summed up the clues he knew so far. This medical document was still remembered by Dr. Andy before his death, and it must have hidden key information. It should be enough to use it as a bargaining chip to exchange the inside story of the events of the Grant couple.

"Go to this private clinic?"

Sherlock tugged at the hay growing out of the stone crevice next to him and looked at Donald's profile.

"Well... I don't recommend going to this clinic again. The person I met at the back door just now took a carriage and ran away. I'm afraid Dr. Andy killed him. He was a ruthless character. Plus we were in meat processing before. Those people who met in the factory, the strength of the organization behind it is definitely not bad, this private clinic is probably their stronghold, the two of us go there, can we come out?"

Although Donald has confidence in his own strength, he hasn't swelled to the point where he and Sherlock go to each other's stronghold.

"You're right, you really shouldn't take risks..."

Sherlock himself promised Royce that he would not put himself in a dangerous situation. He is just an ordinary person now, and his previous experience of fighting against special existences has given him a clear understanding of his combat power.

It's just that he could vaguely feel that obtaining the document bag from Dr. Andy's house this time probably meant that he and Donald would have to go their separate ways.

"Sherlock, I have to go. I'm very happy to work with you. Although it's not long, being your assistant is still my... the most correct choice in recent years."

Originally, I wanted to talk about the most correct choice after coming to this world, and I changed my words in time, otherwise it would sound a little scary.

Donald has too many things to do next. Obviously, he doesn't have the energy to continue to follow Sherlock to investigate the case. For example, he went out of the city to investigate the case on the Ranfindor farm, but he can't do it today.

Not to mention that he is likely to be targeted by many people now, and staying with Sherlock all the time is likely to make him a target of some people.

If Sherlock was hurt because of this, it was a situation that Donald didn't want to see.

"Wait, what are you going to do next? Your expression looks very difficult."

"There are indeed some troubles that need to be solved. There is no way. As a man, there will always be times when I will travel through the dark night alone. I am mentally prepared."

Donald didn't intend to seek Sherlock's help, just squeezed out a dry smile.

The dark night faced by other men may be just an ordinary night in the city, with street lights illuminating along the way, and occasionally someone pointing the way forward.

The dark night that Donald faced was full of wind and rain. There was no light, not to mention, the darkness was surrounded by beasts.

"Don't you need my help? The two times you saved me haven't been paid off... Or is it that I can't really help?"

It's a headache for a wizard who can kill 5 villains and 1 alien head-on by himself. The more Donald makes a problem-free expression, the more Sherlock can feel the difficulty.

"Forehead......"

Donald got up and glanced at Sherlock.

Give you a look, you can experience it yourself.

Immediately spread his hands and shrugged, he walked out of the river bank, and Sherlock followed.

"Okay, I know, I just have a request, if it's all right, let me know?"

Patting the dust on his butt, Sherlock twitched a little. He felt that he might be too sentimental today.

"No problem, if I can handle it, I will tell you, goodbye!"

She always felt that something was wrong with Sherlock today. Could it be that his excellent work performance in the past few weeks completely made him unable to live without him?

Before there was an atmosphere of life and death between them, Donald turned around and left.

"In your world, ordinary people can only stand by and watch..."

He took out the delicate necklace from his neck, raised his hand several times to try to tear it off~lightnovelpub.net~ In the end, he couldn't make up his mind, and he could only turn around and kick the stones on the side of the road to leave.

Donald took the document and did not go directly to Siris to ask to meet her father. Today is a working day, and it is only noon. Before getting off work at the police station, even Siris is in class now. .

Tonight, he still has to meet with Rastolle, so he might as well talk to Sirius later, let her go back first and tell the sheriff about her request, and the two sides can make an appointment.

Either tomorrow or the day after.

Of course, the afternoon could not be wasted. Donald chose to go to the place he found from the materials provided by Marcelo: Preston Municipal Library.

It has been nearly a month since the last fire. Donald thought that the repairs had been completed, but when he came here, he found that the library was still closed, with several wooden signs standing outside, which could be seen. There are remnants of the fire inside.

As a public facility and a less important building, the government probably did not take it to heart.

And this is a good thing for Donald. There may still be some clues left at the fire scene that has not been fully repaired.

Looking around, today was a working day, and after confirming that no one was watching, Donald decisively bypassed the warning sign, pushed open the door, and slipped in.

The bookshelves and damaged books in the fire site have been completely emptied, leaving only the empty walls and stone tiles. Nearly half of the area has been renovated. Donald simply starts from the remaining unrepaired area. Look for clues.

Just walking a couple of times would definitely be impossible to find anything. Donald chose to turn on his spiritual vision, relying on its perspective effect, hoping to find something special.

Even if there are some residual traces.