Bi Bi's feelings were incredibly complicated. She stood there blankly, not knowing what to do for a moment. The blow had simply been too devastating.
After all, she had worked very hard to find her target—apart from spending several months playing wildly at the beginning, and recently occasionally indulging in alcohol and sleeping for days at a time. Otherwise, she had been very diligent.
She had worked so hard, yet failed every single time. Was this world being too unfriendly?
What else could she do? Bi Bi stood there for quite a while before a White Dove flew over, cooing and snapping her out of it.
Bi Bi looked at the dove and listened to its calls for a while, as though receiving some information. Her eyes flickered, and she suddenly realized. "Right! It doesn't matter if the target ran away. This time, I saw which direction he went, and I caught his freshest scent. I can keep following him from behind so he can't shake me off. As long as I persist to the end this time, I'll definitely catch him. Definitely!"
Bi Bi's gaze hardened. No longer hesitating, she acted at once and turned to leave.
Just then, the rumbling of carriage wheels sounded. A luxurious carriage rolled into the street and stopped nearby.
Sherlock lifted the curtain of the carriage compartment and glanced at the tightly shut, locked courtyard gate. His brows rose, and he looked both puzzled and somewhat annoyed. "What's going on? He still hasn't come back? Or did he just return and leave again—the thing in the sky earlier was him? If that's the case, this is difficult for me. When am I supposed to deliver the letter someone entrusted me to pass on to you? Until I hand it to you personally, I'll