A Sense of Mission
Xu Huo had heard enough of the story for the day. After snagging another dessert, he left.
The curly-haired woman was waiting nearby. She had evidently heard his conversation with the old woman, too, and asked with a smile, "Do you think the 'Enbel Maiden' might be in the hands of one of Master Suolan's childhood playmates or neighbors?"
"Those playmates barely kept in touch with Suolan after leaving Dingding Flower Town. Before she became famous, they had all either passed away or left District 019. The old woman who lived next door died of an illness a few years later, too. Everything she used in her daily life had been provided by the government, so it was all reclaimed after her death. Her house has been renovated several times since."
In other words, even if Suolan had painted the "Enbel Maiden" before she became famous, she couldn't have entrusted it to an old woman who didn't have long to live.
As for those four friends, that was even less likely. People searching for the painting had already visited their relatives. If they had it, they would have brought it out.
"Sometimes, the more impossible something seems, the more likely it is to be true." Xu Huo smiled slightly. "Look at it another way. Why have so many people failed to find the 'Enbel Maiden'? Maybe its owner has already died, and it's ended up in some obscure corner, with countless people searching right past it."
The curly-haired woman paused. After mulling it over, she thought he might have a point. She was about to ask what he planned to do next when he said, "Come on, you don't actually believe that?"
The curly-haired woman and several Players nearby, who had been eavesdropping one way or