The long-neglected streetlights barely illuminated the road, while the buildings on either side vanished into the thick night, leaving only a few blurry silhouettes visible.
Now and then, a cool night breeze swept past, somehow producing strange, wavering "woo-woo" sounds.
The street was deserted, with not a single person in sight. Any ordinary person walking alone through such an environment at night would surely feel their scalp tingle.
Herman and Rona naturally paid no heed to their surroundings. Their gazes were fixed on the same place—a shop that was not open.
"Not open again?" Herman raised a brow.
"Not open again." Rona nodded.
"You seem to have gotten used to it." Herman asked.
"Used to it? Perhaps." Rona neither confirmed nor denied it.
He had already understood that the owner had opened this shop for no reason other than simple interest. Whether it opened or not depended entirely on the owner's mood.
Without lingering, Rona turned and left. After all, he had only come here for the coffee shop.
Since the coffee shop was not open, there was naturally no reason to stay any longer. He rarely did things that wasted time.
"You're leaving just like that?" Herman looked at Rona's retreating figure, then at the unopened shop. "Well, staying would just be a waste of time anyway."
In the Dream Weaving Firm, Jodice was reading behind the counter when the violent sound of the door being pushed open shattered the quiet atmosphere.
"Where's Detective Herman? I'm looking for Detective Herman!" The newcomer was panting heavily, barely able to catch his breath.
"Leave all worries behind and drift peacefully into dreams. Welcome to the Dream Weaving Firm." Jodice closed her book, a professional smile appearing on her face as she sized up this late-night visitor.
He had a round, pudgy