It was an extremely dim night. When you look out the window, you can only see the rich fog, and there is nothing you can see.

Lightning lightning, it was raining heavily outside the window. It was very heavy, and the glass of the window was hit by the raindrops, making a dense and annoying sound. Just next to the window was a bed, and a petite girl fell asleep on the bed.

Perhaps because of the harsh voice, the black-haired girl seemed to have a painful expression in her dream, her delicate and beautiful facial features were distorted, and her vocal cords seemed to have made something that was not a language, but it was like a whispering someone's voice.

That painful expression, the body twitching due to pain, cannot get any sleep even in a dream. Whether it is awake or sleeping, there is only pain left in the life of the black-haired girl. It is just a terrible horror.

The nightmare has come, and even the strong willpower is meaningless in front of the nightmare.

"Why should I wake up? Even if it's hard in my dream, it's just a dream. Why should I wake up? Ming...ah!!"

In the end, the dream turned into reality, and the horror was fully felt by the girl now. Her eyes were completely red when she opened. To be honest, her pupils were red and looked as beautiful as pure rubies.

The awakened girl did not escape the nightmare. The nightmare still exists, it is here, in her eyes.

Yes, this is not a nightmare that can be escaped. No matter how many times you pass, the nightmare will be forever and forever by your side, and no one can eliminate the nightmare.

She shivered into the quilt, as if she could feel better if she hid like this, but of course this was impossible. She could only look at the door of the room with her eyes, which were like blood.

It's like there's something indescribable there and staying there.

"Dad, where are you?"

The weak child said this, looking forward but mixed with fear in the direction of the door, the girl shivered all over because of the terror, and the malicious intention of the girl was shrouded like black mud.

The young black-haired girl used her willpower to control her muscles and pretended to have no difference on her face. Then, the door was opened. A man with black hair, wearing a formal black dress, pushed open the door and walked in.

The young girl's eyes showed an indescribable fear. She used the vision god to signal, hoping that the man could disappear from her sight, but this was obviously impossible. Her eyes did not have such power, and she had no power to control others to do what she wanted.

The man walked in and he pronounced the name of the young girl.

"Losita!"

The young girl screamed loudly, and she fell into an indescribable fear and had no way to escape. In her eyes, there was only hell left, the hell that could never escape.

Ah, there is no way to escape, this is... cursed.

Emonds Kana was having breakfast at home, and the breakfast was quite rich, with two sausages, two sun eggs, a slice of toast and a glass of milk.

They all look simple and can be prepared in a short time.

Miss Kana was eating breakfast while reading newspapers. The contents in the newspapers were simply the same and had no new ideas at all.

"I've been saying peace lately, ah, it's such a boring life. There are no commissions every day, and no cute girls appear in front of me. I'm really idle every day."

This is not a complaint of happiness. In fact, it is a time when Miss Emonds has not commissioned it, that is, she has no income. If this continues, she will soon be kicked out of the house casually because of lack of money and income. Then, as a blonde girl, she will definitely become a good companion with the homeless man---the companion who sleeps on the street together.

"How could this result be my future? Bastard, I won't be defeated like this, so I won't sleep on the street."

Although this is said, there is no way to change the lack of income. Even if my dear Miss Emonds intends to change this ending, she actually has no choice but to the end.

She is already twenty-two years old and is already an absolute person in society. In other words, pretending that she has no family members to seek help is actually impossible.

Miss Emonds buried her face on the table, and after she finished her breakfast, she was extremely free. If she couldn't find a source of income, she might want to take out all the guns at home and use them to rob her to make a living.

Although you can think about it and know that this is impossible, this kind of impulse does exist in Emonds' heart.

She left the dining table. It was indeed a firm, but it was also Emonds' home. She did not have enough financial ability to maintain her residence and workplace. Combining the two was undoubtedly the best way. As for whether this was legal, this was another question.

After simply throwing all the disposable tableware into the trash can, then spraying air freshener around, clearing the smell of food, Eymonds' detective house officially entered the field of work.

Despite this, there are actually no guests coming in at all.

Moreover, this is different from the detectives in those novels. In fact, Emonds is still very suspicious. Is there any relationship between the detectives in those detectives and the real detectives? It has nothing to do with experience, and it is actually a place where the nature of the relationship has no overlap at all.

It was such a career with no dreams at all. Emonds breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that there was no room for abortion, she decided to sleep for a while.

Then, the door was pushed open, and Emonds, who had not reacted for a while, was stunned for three seconds before he reacted.

“Is it a guest?”

"Although I really want to say yes when you see your expectant look, but I'm sorry, I'm just a sending worker."

Someone who claimed to be a sender took out a letter and asked.

"Is it Ms. Kana? This should be Sandman No. 456."

"That's right, but it's really strange. Will anyone still write letters in this era?"

If you say such words to a sending worker, you don’t know how to look at the atmosphere at all, and it’s simply incredible to say that other people’s work has not been eliminated, probably only people like Emonds can do it.

Therefore, even if you can be said to be excellent on the outside, it will fail in love and career.

"First of all, I'm not failing at all. Secondly, you're secretly saying bad things about me, host."
Chapter completed!