The hotel in Brandon Lane is called the "Straw House". It is shabbier than any hotel I have ever entered, but it is also more lively than any hotel I have ever entered.
Even though the sun was just above three o'clock in the sky, the blackened wooden tables were still full of people. Almost every one of them had a glass of ale and made a loud noise. From time to time, under the influence of alcohol, the men who were angry would fight. They would overturn several tables at once, and the fight would be bloody, which would make those figures angry. The horny waitresses screamed.
I lay on the armrest on the second floor and looked down. I saw the knight in red shirt struggling to squeeze through the crowd while dragging a plate full of bread. When he reached me, his head was almost full. Sweat.
"Don't come out, Messiah." He whispered in my ear, "It's too messy here, and it doesn't smell good..."
"I must keep an eye on you, otherwise, you might be like the bearded man downstairs, sneaking up on the waitress's ass!"
"I swear to the Holy Light! I definitely never did that!"
"Have you ever thought about it that way?"
"Well……"
As if she noticed our gaze, the waitress, who walked with her waist twisting like a water snake, turned around and blew a sweet kiss to Selin.
I glanced sideways at the embarrassed knight next to me, then turned and entered the room.
"Messiah! Listen to me!"
"Ah! I've heard enough!"
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boom--
I slammed the wooden door hard, but when I saw the situation in the room clearly, I held the doorknob tightly with my backhand.
"Messiah?! Messiah?!" Selin knocked hard on the door. Seeing that I didn't answer him, he just pushed aside and squeezed in. It was obvious that he also saw the figure inside, and suddenly , jumped in front of me, and placed a plate full of things on the wooden cabinet next to me.
"Oh, don't be like this, cute little Messiah, and Mr. Capet," the man sitting on the bed said with a smile, his eyes as clear as crystal, "I will be shy if you stare at me like this."
"Sarri?" I didn't like him at all, "How did you get in?!"
"Well, your windows are wide open."
"What do you want to do?!"
"Well, let me ask, what did you find about Jacaranda Street?" When it came to serious matters, he still put away the fake innocent smile on his face and became serious.
Selin and I looked at each other, took out the notebook, and handed it to him.
He turned over and over again, and then looked at us with a puzzled look on his face, "In other words, you didn't find anything? A whole night and most of the morning?"
I looked at him in surprise, "You can't see that whole page?"
"But where are the things that have been speculated on in this entire page? Where is that so-called magic circle? What does it look like? Who drew it? And why was it drawn?"
"It..." I felt like I couldn't say a word.
Selin gently held my finger. "I don't think at all that night is a good time to search for clues, sir."
Sari spread his hands and said, "Then, I'll come back later."
"Okay, please knock on the door when the time comes." Selin looked directly at him, his tone was not polite at all, "This is a girl's room, and you are not a thief, are you?"
"Oh!" Sari glanced at him in surprise, "Okay." Standing up, he climbed out of the open window neatly.
Ear--
The old window panels flapped gently, letting in bright sunlight.
"In a while, I will do some tricks on the window." After a pause, I broke the silence in the room, "I will install a rabbit trap." Before I finished speaking, I heard another slight sound from the window. With a sound, the handsome young man who had just left turned back from the outside. He scratched his short dark brown hair, passed me and Selin with a smile on his face, opened the door, and walked out.
