Everything here is as usual, people come and go, whether it is the shops on the street or the passing carriages, there is no sign of what happened. Lumian observed for a while, and was about to find a nearby restaurant to fill his stomach, when he saw Mr. Eve appearing in the distance.

He was still wearing the whitewashed formal suit, the thick maroon trousers, the gray wide-brimmed round hat, and holding a black handcuff, and walked step by step to the apartment where he lived.

Before the official Extraordinary appeared, Lumian thought for a while, crossed the market avenue, and faced the landlord. Good afternoon, Mr. Eve, where are you going? He greeted with a smile. Mr. Eve froze for a second, then looked at him vigilantly and fearfully. I'm going to the police station to deal with something.