After sending Eileen back ahead of time, Yu Sheng returned to the living room and saw Little Red Riding Hood sitting on the sofa with the young man in his twenties, talking about something.
The latter still wore that exhausted look. Clearly, handling his relative's funeral arrangements had kept him from getting proper rest for many days.
When Yu Sheng emerged from the bedroom, the young man rose slightly in greeting, then pointed to the hot milk tea on the coffee table. "Thanks for your hard work. I just bought it."
"Uh... thanks." Yu Sheng did not stand on ceremony. He sat down beside Little Red Riding Hood, and the two of them drank their milk tea through the straws.
The young man sitting across from them broke the silence. "Did you find anything?"
Yu Sheng exchanged a glance with Little Red Riding Hood. After thinking for a moment, she nodded lightly. "We did find some clues... but I want to confirm something first. Do you know the nature of your uncle's 'work'? How much do you know? I mean... the 'special nature' of the things he collected and the matters he usually dealt with."
"I know a little. He mentioned the Curiosity Association to me, and even showed me some... relatively 'safe' things." The young man nodded. "I knew he dealt with unusual things, and that it could be dangerous sometimes. I was actually interested too. Back then, I almost applied for a peripheral position with the Special Operations Bureau—but my uncle wouldn't let me. He said I was too curious, and that I had some kind of... oh, spiritual talent. I was a High Sensitivity Low Stability type, and doing this would be dangerous."
"Your uncle was right. Someone with High Sensitivity Low Stability and excessive curiosity really