Complicated, Seeking Monthly Tickets, Recommendation Tickets

"This person..." The agent pointed at the name Nier in the register, then asked the innkeeper standing before him: "What were the features, appearance, and clothing of the person who checked in, and those who stayed with him?"

The innkeeper glanced at the name in the register, thought for a moment, and gave them a rough description.

When they heard the clothing and features described, which were eighty percent similar to the thief's confession, the two agents felt it was highly likely that these were indeed the three men.

One of the agents continued to ask: "Are the three of them still staying in the room on the fourth floor right now?"

The innkeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and said: "No, officer. These three checked in for a long stay, but they never stay here at night."

"They don't stay here at night?"

"Yes, they only return during the day, usually around eight o'clock in the morning, and then they leave directly at five o'clock in the evening." The innkeeper thought for a moment and added: "They paid plenty of rent in advance; they don't seem like people who are short on money.

And even if they have to leave the room temporarily during the day, at least one person always stays behind."

The innkeeper's description made the two agents instantly alert.

They had paid sufficient rent in advance, yet this group only appeared during the day and ensured someone was always in the room when they went out; this perfectly matched the characteristics of a fixed surveillance mission.

"So, there is no one in the room they rented right now?" one of the agents confirmed with the innkeeper once more.

"Yes." The innkeeper said very firmly: "At five o'clock in the evening, I saw the three of them go downstairs and leave with my own eyes. Because they don't stay here at night, I remember it very clearly."

The two agents exchanged a glance and nodded secretly. After confirming with the innkeeper that the three never returned at night, they demanded that he use the spare key to go to the fourth-floor room for an inspection immediately.

The innkeeper nervously took the spare key for room 103 on the fourth floor from the key rack on the wall behind him, then led the two men from the Clovin Third Bureau up the stairs toward the fourth floor.

As they climbed, the slightly chubby innkeeper kept wiping his sweat with a handkerchief. He felt as if he were accompanying two grim reapers. In his heart, he prayed to the gods that these two Clovin agents would find nothing in the room and leave.

Then, he cursed the three guests who rented the room in his heart, wondering how they dared to provoke Clovin!

Arriving at the fourth floor, they opened the door to 103 with the spare key, and the innkeeper immediately stepped aside to respectfully invite the two agents to enter first.

When the innkeeper tried to turn on the tungsten light in the room, the two Clovin agents stopped him. This was a precaution in case the three men were nearby; if the room's light suddenly turned on at night, it would likely alert them.

After all, since the three never returned at night, the result of someone entering the room and turning on the light was self-evident.

Using the dim light from the hallway, the two Clovin agents carefully examined the room.

The room was simply furnished, but the area by the window had been meticulously arranged—the heavy curtains left a carefully positioned gap, facing the eastern section of Lubo Lane, providing an excellent view.

A chair was also placed there, looking as if someone had been sitting there the whole time, monitoring a certain place outside through the gap in the curtains.

One agent sat there and looked out through the curtain gap, seeing that the Moonlight Cafe was located outside.

On the table by the window sat several empty coffee cups, the ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts, and there was even a monocular telescope for long-distance observation nearby.

"It seems we've caught a nest of rats." One agent sneered as he looked at the telescope, not touching it to avoid shifting its position and alerting the group.

"These guys are professional and have a clear objective... they are monitoring someone or some location on this street.

And they are carrying our fake identification; are they foreign spies? Or some guys hiding in the gutter?"

They left the room, had the innkeeper lock the door again, and after a round of intimidation and instructions to keep everything as usual—even if he encountered the group the next day, he was not to show any flaws—they left once the innkeeper indicated he understood everything.

They quickly organized and reported the findings in the room, along with the innkeeper's testimony.

Late at night, after the duty officer of the Clovin Third Bureau reviewed the report, he issued direct instructions: "Continue to dig deeper.

Send more men, and tomorrow, focus on identifying exactly what their surveillance target is.

Be careful to remain hidden; do not expose yourselves."

The next day, Gallo arrived at the Moonlight Cafe on time, a few minutes before the tower bell rang, just as he always did.

However, the moment he sat down in his usual spot, his Inspiration sent a subtle signal.

This made him realize that the atmosphere around him was a bit off. Ordinary people might not have noticed, but to him, this change in atmosphere was too obvious.

The surveillance by Malcolm and his two companions was still there; that familiar gaze projected from the direction of the Youth Hostel like sticky spider silk.

But today, there were several more hidden, colder gazes scanning the area from other corners of the street, and even from further away.

However, these were definitely not Malcolm's associates. It looked more like Malcolm was monitoring him, while another group was monitoring the Youth Hostel where Malcolm was located from more hidden, multi-angled positions.

Then, following the range of Malcolm's surveillance, they had tracked over to monitor his side as well.

This surveillance relationship was like a triangular structure.

Gallo felt a chill in his heart, but his expression remained calm. He first scanned the inventory lists and bookshelf catalogs sent by all the bookstores in Lubo Lane early that morning.

When the eight o'clock bell rang from the tower, he began to handle the needs of the customers waiting nearby like a precision instrument.

He could feel an invisible net quietly tightening around him, but the target was not him; it was Malcolm and his group.

This made Gallo somewhat satisfied. His Inspiration told him that the coin he had sent out yesterday had played its part.

Half of the morning's work time passed, and it reached Gallo's fixed break period.

It was at this moment that Malcolm and his two companions unexpectedly left their room in the Youth Hostel, walked straight to the outside of the Moonlight Cafe, found an empty table not far away, and ordered coffee. They looked leisurely, but their eyes fell on Gallo from time to time.

This move from "hidden" to "semi-public" made the sense of impending danger in Gallo's heart grow even stronger.

Almost simultaneously, those Clovin agents hidden in the shadows immediately noticed the unusual behavior of Malcolm's group, confirming that their surveillance target was this young man named Gallo.

All the observation and attention hidden in the shadows focused even more intensely on this spot.

Right in the midst of this subtle and tense atmosphere, the figure of Sacia Taylor appeared.

She was dressed appropriately as always, her pace composed, as she walked directly to the table where Gallo sat; it was currently Gallo's break time, and there were no customers queuing around him.

There were only people quietly drinking coffee and chatting.

"Mr. Gallo, I hope I am not interrupting your rest." Sacia's voice was calm.

"Of course not, Miss Taylor, please sit." Gallo gestured for her to take a seat, then pulled an envelope he had specifically spent one Fenso to buy yesterday from the deep inner pocket of his jacket, along with that leather-bound notebook whose contents had turned blank.

"This is the translation you requested; I have organized it inside." Gallo pushed the envelope and the notebook over together.

"As for this notebook... a situation occurred that I cannot explain.

After I finished the translation, all the text on it simply vanished on its own."