Dereliction of duty · 90 years in the new calendar

Xus: Huh?

There are too many trivial matters, and I haven't been in the study for a long time.

Thinking about it today, looking at it this way, Xus was slightly intimidated by the scene inside.

Like a storm passing by.

Moreover, the prisoner did not hide his whereabouts at all, and the water-stained footprints caused by the melting snow were just displayed openly.

At the same time, it also explained that the prisoner had just left not long ago.

Besides, people who know the location of the study, except him and Zor, can think of only a limited number of people.

Zolf: Xus?

The noise in the kitchen stopped for a moment, and soon the cohabitants asked with some doubts.

Looking back, he still held the plates in his hands—one in each hand—but they were unexpectedly stable. On the contrary, it made people wonder what would happen if the plates were dropped.

Xus: It's okay.

You see, it's very interesting.

Zolf: Huh? ...

What kind of thing is this?

Xus: It's expected so it's okay.

Even "stolen" things are expected.

As he spoke, he glanced at the innermost table.

The table used to be quite neat, but now it is as miserable as the floor and the bookcase.

Its four legs are still in place, which is the last good news for this time.

Zolf: All right.

Want to chase?

Zor moved his eyes down, indicating the water stains on the ground.

The answer is of course yes, but first of all, I really can't see the appearance of running around with two plates of dishes.

——Xus took a plate and walked leisurely to the dining table, taking a small basket of bread along the way.

Xus: I don't want to go hungry.

It doesn't matter, just wait.

He agreed blankly, and they both sat down.

After taking a few bites, he suddenly realized something:

Zolf: Eh, wait a minute.

Lost something?What you just said.

Don't say it's as precious as something lost in the study, even other places in this house usually have no fate with these three words.

Zolf put on a goofy look, as if to say why he didn't notice at all.

Xus: Yeah.

Here.

He brought out some gizmo.

It's a piece of talisman paper, the ink on it has been blurred.Paper that has been used for a certain period of time does become like this.

Xus: Before, he helped Flo correct his way of speaking.

— a copy of.

Zolf: Copy?

Is the original still there?

Xus: I think so, unless he lost it himself.

Zolf: The handwriting is... ah.

Even if it is incomplete, it can still take effect, after all, it is "her" handwriting.

Xus put the paper back in his pocket and focused most of his attention on filling his stomach.

In terms of cooking skills, both of them are good.

I prefer baking (such as the bread at hand, and birthday cakes.), Zor is better at steaming and frying.

It's a good match. When dealing with meals, both of them can learn from each other's strengths.

Xus: I can't find anyone on her level from anyone else I know.

——Don't talk about this.

Although it is an unfounded guess, I think the original in Flo's hand must still be there.

And with his character, I'm afraid it's quite safe to keep.

Zolf: It means that he doesn't want to "talk well" because of himself.

...What a trouble, are young people of this age so sentimental?

Xus: Make it sound like you've never had any troubles since you were young.

Ah yes, I almost forgot.

The lost thing mentioned just now is my copy of "The Voice of the Apocalypse".

Hearing the title of the book, I was still carefree at first, but the usual chatting atmosphere suddenly changed.

The reason for the change was the sudden change in Zor's expression in front of him.

Xus: You're going to be nervous so I need to say that up front.

See it.

——It doesn't matter, I guessed it beforehand.

Zolf: Uh, uh...

No need to repeat, I remember.

Kind of funny.

That book is a relic of Xus' parents. It is reasonable to say that after losing it, Xus will be more sad and nervous.

The scene right now was completely the opposite. Instead, he started to comfort others.

Xus: (Which of them took it.)

(This is the only problem so far.)

(It's a pity that only the center of the water-stained footprint is left, which is blurry and cannot be distinguished by size.)

Zolf: There are footprints...is that enough?

Xus: Not enough.

Just know the direction - useless information.

Those two were the only ones suspected of stealing, and it didn't matter whether they knew the location or not.

As for the motive... Maybe it was revenge for two days ago? Xus couldn't help laughing.

Zolf: Huh?What's wrong?

Xus: Ha.

Amused by my own thoughts.

Of course he was confused.

Even if there is a tacit understanding that they can communicate with each other by playing riddles, after all, there is no way to guess everything in their minds correctly.

Xus shook his head, telling him not to ask more questions.

After finishing the half-eaten lunch in two or three strokes, he stretched contentedly and volunteered to wash the dishes.

Just as strange as "asking to touch the water in the winter" is that Zor actually competed with him for a job.

After giving him a blank look, Xus mouthed "what are you doing", but began to enjoy the situation where people were crowding around him and getting in the way.