The Document of Incidents Chapter 3

BadDream-Ruelle

The young heroic spirit and the even younger Master moved into this house that was full of weirdness.

No. 43 urged Asher Fujimaru to quickly go to the bathroom and take a bath in the early morning.

"I put hot water for you. The water temperature must be just right now." 』

"No, I..." Asher Fujimaru wanted to refuse. If it wasn't too cold outside, she would rather go out and find a bath. Besides--people won't die if they don't take a bath!

... Mainly because this house can talk, no matter what she does, there seems to be a pair of eyes watching her. Asher Fujimaru has not grown up enough to overcome her own shame.

"The bathtub is the second paradise of the human spirit. It's time for you to take a rest, little girl. 』

The voice of No. 43 was chirping, like an energetic bird constantly talking in Asher Fujimaru's ears. The heroic spirit glanced at Asher Fujimaru a few times, but the other person seemed to have no intention of rescuing his master. Instead, he was observing around the living room as if nothing had happened, picking up a book from the bookshelf and flipping through it.

The girl had no choice but to go up the stairs step by step, but she couldn't help but ask: "What's number one?"

"Of course it's under the covers!" Believe me, no one can resist the call from bed. 』

Asher Fujimaru: ...Indeed.

It seems that only now No. 43 noticed the hesitation in Asher Fujimaru's steps. He can probably guess what this little girl is worried about, so No. 43 finally said to her: "I have no gender, and I have never been a human being. I am just a kind of human being." Spiritual body---I don't know how to describe it, maybe it's a certain consciousness, a certain belief. Anyway, in my opinion, all humans are not much different from other animals...Okay, There may be a slight difference. 』

He seemed to be stingy and emphasized: "But only a little!" 』

Asher Fujimaru sighed and walked up to the second floor.

The warm light was on in the bathroom, and the door was half-opened. Warm colors were projected from inside, and some dense water vapor was billowing in the warm light. Gotham had just experienced a blizzard half a week ago. The entire city was immersed in icy water and snow. It was extremely cold. Although Chaldea's specially made combat uniform could ensure the balance of Asher Fujimaru's body temperature, once it was taken off That uniform was so cold that she sneezed.

No. 43 seems to have turned on the heating in the house a long time ago. It’s just that this house is indeed big, but it looks old, and the heating level is not satisfactory. The reception hall on the first floor is warm, but starting from the stairs on the second floor It was cold again.

Asher Fujimaru carefully immersed herself in the bathtub, and the hot and just right water covered her whole body. She sank habitually, wrapping her arms around her calves and shrinking herself into a small one.

The messy thoughts seemed to rise together with the curls of water vapor. She didn't think about anything. She just sat blankly, her eyes fixed on the water-stained wall opposite the bathtub.

Twenty minutes later, Asher Fujimaru put on No. 43's pajamas on the washstand, took off the communicator from the combat uniform and put it on her hand. The watch status communicator is still very convenient to carry, although at present So far I haven't been able to get in touch, but... there's always a chance.

"Um...I'm going to rest?"

Asher Fujimaru poked her head out of the door at the stairway and spoke carefully to the people in the reception hall.

No. 43 responded to her gently: "Good night, little girl." 』

The black-haired Heroic Spirit was sitting on the sofa, holding a thick hardcover book in his hand. He was wearing an off-white turtleneck sweater. He looked much softer after taking off the cold combat uniform. The floor lamp was on the sofa. After hearing the words, he raised his head and looked at Asher Fujimaru, then nodded, and returned his attention to the book.

Asher Fujimaru walked along the stairs to the bedroom.

From her observation, except for the reception hall on the first floor that still had some traces of Mr. Elise Mariko’s life here, the rooms on the second floor were almost as new and empty as if they had just been rented out. Marico in No. 43 ·Elise Mariko seemed to have disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few clues that were difficult to detect.

She thought she would have insomnia on her first night here. She spent a long time fiddling with the communicator on her wrist before going to bed, and there was nothing but busy disconnection reminders. But in fact, Asher Fujimaru just sunk into the pillow and slept. In less than ten minutes, he fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Asher Fujimaru opened her eyes in the morning light that poured into the room. The wall clock on the wall showed that it was now half past eight in the morning. Apparently, the ups and downs in the past few years had taught her biological clock. We go our own way and don't change easily due to changes in the outside world.

Surprisingly...she slept well and the scent of chamomile from the calming essential oil lingered in the room.

When she changed clothes and washed up and walked to the lobby on the first floor, Mr. Yingling was already standing in front of the open kitchen table frying bacon.

"Good morning...Archer." Asher Fujimaru said to Jason. Her spoken English sounds very soft, with the gentleness unique to Asian non-native speakers.

"Well, sit down." The heroic spirit raised his chin and asked Asher Fujimaru to sit down and have breakfast.

Although Chaldea always provided three meals a day, and the idle heroic spirits often showed off their skills in the kitchen, she still felt a little flattered in this unfamiliar place.

The appearance of the heroic spirit standing in front of the cooking table reminded the girl of another heroic spirit she was familiar with, Archer.

However, it was always rude to stare at others, so Asher Fujimaru quickly looked away.

The TV on the wall was on, playing Gotham's local morning news. After reporting on the snowstorm that had just ended two days ago, the host continued to report that a chemical plant that had been abandoned for many years somewhere in the city had been bought by a big family in Gotham. , is being rebuilt in a regular manner, and seems to be planning to transform it into a large amusement park --- This is a family called 'Elliott', who once owned hundreds of millions of properties, but after the male and female owners died in a car accident, they only He left behind a young only son who remained silent for many years.

Asher Fujimaru listened carefully for a while, and also thought that it would be best to read some local newspapers in the near future. She had almost no knowledge of the information in this area.

"That's all I can do, just make do with it."

Archer placed a plate of breakfast with ham and bacon rolls, hard-boiled eggs and hash browns in front of Asher Fujimaru, along with a cup of heated milk and oatmeal.

"Um, thank you, I like it very much." When the young Master smelled the aroma of the food, she was shocked to realize that she had not eaten for nearly 20 hours. Her empty stomach screamed in her body, and she urged her hands to pick up the food. knife and fork.

Although he is an orthodox Japanese, Chaldean Heroic Spirits come from all over the world. Over time, Asher Fujimaru has almost adapted to the eating habits of various countries and regions.

However, she was not familiar with the Archer in front of her at all, so there was no conversation at all when they ate together at the table. Fortunately, she was hungry enough and was busy filling her stomach with food. She completely forgot about the plan for a good relationship she made before going to bed last night.

They finished breakfast in silence, and Asher Fujimaru volunteered to put away the dishes and wash them.

No. 43 seemed unusually quiet this early in the morning. Asher Fujimaru was still thinking secretly that he was not awake, right? Does a creature like that need sleep...?

Until she saw two bronze twelve-sided dice in the middle of the desk. She had seen similar items from Mr. Blackbeard before, but in her impression, there was no such thing on the table yesterday.

"Archer, is this yours?" Asher Fujimaru picked up the dice and asked the heroic spirit after observing it for a moment.

Archer, who was reading on the sofa, glanced at Asher Fujimaru's hand and said flatly, "No."

No. 43 made a voice at this moment, "The guests are coming, Li Xiang, roll the dice quickly." 』

"What---"

"dice. ” No. 43 said to her decisively.

Asher Fujimaru loosened her hand, and two heavy metal dice rolled from her hand to the table, making a series of crisp sounds on it.

The tip of the twelve-sided dice was rotating rapidly against the smooth varnished wooden table. Asher Fujimaru swallowed subconsciously. The dice staggered to a stop in front of her sight. Two dodecahedrons One number is 11 and the other is 1.

"great. ” No. 43 said, and then the two metal dice disappeared from the table in the blink of an eye.

"No. 43, what was that just now?" Asher Fujimaru didn't know why. His heartbeat, which was so nervous a few seconds ago, has now calmed down.

But before No. 43 could answer, the doorbell of the house was rang.

Someone is outside.

Probably the 'guest' that No. 43 refers to.

Asher Fujimaru and the heroic spirit looked at each other for a few seconds before the black-haired man stood up and opened the door.

There is a bell outside the door. When the door is opened, there will be a crisp ringing.

There stood a thin, middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a somewhat old-fashioned gray suit. He was holding a slender black umbrella in his hand. He was about forty years old. Take out your glasses and put them on.

"Hello." He greeted Archer, who turned to let him walk into the room.

"Good morning, sir, madam."

The man quickly glanced around the room, then showed a gentle smile, "This is the detective agency... I went right? I saw the flyer, so I wanted to commission some matter."

Asher Fujimaru was stunned for a second, and then came back to reality due to the sound of the door closing, and said to the man: "Hello, this is, uh..."

The voice of No. 43 was like a breeze blowing past her ears. She said at a volume that only Asher Fujimaru could hear: "Give me a name. This place is yours now." 』

"... Chaldea Detective Agency, you found the right location."

She maintained a stiff smile, "A. Red, can you make this gentleman a cup of tea?"

The heroic spirit said nothing, just nodded and took out the black tea from the cabinet.

The customer probably guessed wrongly about the real owner of this detective agency. He looked between Asher Fujimaru and Archer in confusion before readjusting his expression.

"Oh, ma'am, you are young... beyond my expectation. Are you of age?"

Asher Fujimaru was silent for a moment because of the other party's speech... After all, being too young is not a commendable thing in this industry.

Another whisper came from No. 43: "Don't let the guest I finally found leave." 』

"Of course I am an adult. Although I am young, I am very confident at a professional level."

Asher Fujimaru walked out from behind the table with a smile and asked the other person to sit down on the sofa, "I am Asher Fujimaru, and that is my assistant...Red. May I ask your surname?" "

The guest muttered softly, seeming to be reciting Asher Fujimaru's difficult-to-pronounce Asian name, then took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Asher Fujimaru, "My name is Fitch, Sterling Fitch. Studying geology."

"So Mr. Sterling Fitch, what do you wish to entrust?"

Asher Fujimaru took the business card, and the considerate No. 43 had already placed her business card box on the coffee table - it seemed that as soon as she woke up, all traces of Marico Elise Mariko disappeared - ---Asher Fujimaru pulled out a sheet and gave it to Fitch as if saved. On it was the name of the office she just mentioned and the phone number of her new mobile phone, with her name printed on it.

"That's right. I hope you can help me find my friend Marvin. He has been missing for a week. I am a little worried that something happened to him."