Chapter 4 First Meeting Please Be Gentle (1)

  He completely ignored the black-haired man's loud and clear English, and Ludwig's explanation for his own rude behavior was——

  You spoke too quickly and your voice was too low, so to me it sounded like boiling water bubbling up, so sorry what did you just say?

  Besides, the question of whether Uncle Mikala was Mrs. Hodgson's first love or a Florida neighbor who owed her money was far more interesting to her than any dull explanation of his identity.

  After all, Uncle Mikala... is quite narcissistic and unreliable

  Since it's confirmed that he's just a passerby, let's get rid of him quickly. This man's aura is slightly overpowering, and talking to him is exhausting. She's afraid that if she says a few more words to him, she won't love him anymore.

  He stood at the door, with his arms crossed, looking cold and haughty, in a low, elegant voice:

  "Your Morse code typing skills are very professional. Assuming this isn't a required course for high school students nowadays, let me take a guess..."

  Ludwig brushed aside the few strands of wet hair that obstructed his view, impatiently interrupting the man's questioning in front of him:

  "Ah, so you're Mrs. Hodgson, the landlady here?"

  "No." The black-haired man leaned against the door frame with a lazy tone and said, "My name is Xia..."

  "Not really, just take a step back and give me some space. You should know that good men and good dogs don't block the way."

  She raised her sharp chin at the man, her long black hair suddenly fluttering (please imagine the scene ~ the long black hair was really too captivating~~~~), with an air of confidence.

  Young people these days have no respect for their elders at all.

  "In short, no matter what species you are, get out of this aunt's way."

  ……

  The first floor of this rental house does not require taking off shoes.

  The stairs and corners were all spotlessly clean, showing that Mrs. Hodgson was a very hardworking housewife.

  Ludwig glanced at the small sofa placed beside the stairs, apparently used by Mrs. Hodgson when seeing her friends; there were still some apple peels left in the fruit plate on the tea table, only the edges had been oxidized, indicating that the hostess had rushed out and not long ago, probably just a few minutes before she knocked on the door.

  So bitter... waited for another half an hour in the rain like this...

  "How long does Mrs. Hodgson usually spend shopping?"

  The black-haired man walking in front turned his head back, following Ludwig's line of sight to the apple peels, with his long fingers inserted into his pocket, raising an eyebrow meaningfully:

  "If a friend happens to be at the supermarket when it's on sale, then - two and a half hours plus or minus fifteen minutes."

  "...I see, do you have a hair dryer?"

  "Judging from the time, you should have arrived at Heathrow Airport and come over from the other side of the street. You wouldn't know about the promotion at Hoder Supermarket, let alone guess that Mrs. Hudson went to the supermarket. Did you take a detour?"

  "Blow dryer, sir?"

  "My living room is available," the man said sharply, looking at her. "If you don't mind."

  It wasn't until they were in the gentleman's living room that Ludwig found out what "if you don't mind" meant.

  She was standing in front of a blower that was placed on an iron frame, humming as it operated, with the air outlet facing a severed arm on the table.

  Alright, if it's a dramatic world, then having an arm cut off isn't that unbearable either.

  But what kind of person is this dangerous guy?!

  Why is there such an obvious forbidden thing as arms?! Punching the ground again!

  If it hadn't been for the certainty that this was Mrs. Hodgson's house, she would have made a bolt for it...

  Is this what she and a dead man's last legacy in the world are fighting for?

  She hesitated for two seconds before decisively pointing the hair dryer's opening at herself.

  You're already dead anyway, so a bit more moisture doesn't matter, but I'm still alive and kicking, not to mention that when Aunt Flo comes, excessive moisture will lead to painful periods.

  ……

  Hey, Mr. Arm, do you know how terrifying it is to be in pain?

  If you knew, you wouldn't blame me for our actions of blowing air at each other, right?

  ……

  Sherlock Holmes turned around with his cup of coffee in hand and saw this scene.

  A raven-haired girl sat fearlessly beside a blood-soaked arm, holding a hair dryer with gentle eyes.