"How did it go?"
When Qin Ran pushed the door open and stepped out, Edberg, who was waiting at the entrance, immediately asked.
"Not bad."
Qin Ran answered, but his gaze shifted to Professor Smith.
Although the door had blocked his view earlier, Qin Ran's Entry Rank Perception had allowed him to know exactly what had happened in the living room.
The professor living on the outskirts of E District was far more mysterious than he had imagined.
Both the man's research and his strength made that clear to Qin Ran.
Under Qin Ran's gaze, Professor Smith remained motionless against the sofa, clutching his flask like a drunk passed out on the street.
Clearly, he did not mind the scrutiny.
Qin Ran withdrew his gaze.
Even though the man had displayed extraordinary abilities, his attitude said it all.
Given Qin Ran's temperament, he would never go out of his way for a thankless task.
So, after nodding to Edberg, Qin Ran headed outside. Just before leaving the house, however, he could not help glancing at the room to the left of the living room hallway.
The fragrance of fruit and vegetables filled the house, thoroughly masking the smell of roasting meat. An ordinary person could never have detected that faint aroma of fat, but to Qin Ran's nose, it was growing ever clearer.
Too bad I don't know what food it is.
With that thought, Qin Ran was about to take another step when Smith, who had been slumped on the sofa all this time, suddenly spoke.
"What do you smell?"
Smith sat up, resting both hands on his knees and craning his neck forward. He tilted his head, a trace of scrutiny in his clouded eyes.
"2567, think carefully before you answer!"
Before Qin Ran could speak, Edberg hurriedly