Willis stared at the old man, and suddenly his mind went blank. His gaze turned vacant, and the envelope he had already taken from his pocket fell to the ground. He still did not react.
The old man passed by him, and the letter on the ground suddenly disappeared.
Only after two or three seconds did Willis come back to himself, but he had already forgotten what he had intended to do. He looked at the mailbox not far away, shook his head, and turned to walk back.
36 Zouteland Street.
This building, with architectural features dating to around 1300 of the Fifth Epoch, had once had its ground floor coated in plaster. The two windows on each upper floor were enclosed by arches to form a whole, leaving the place rather poorly lit.
Two months ago, after a gas pipeline leak and explosion occurred here, it had been rebuilt.
After the reconstruction, the ground floor had a small porch, with two-story oriel windows on both sides. The window frames featured mullions and decorative capitals supporting slender stone beams. Above the oriel windows stood a parapet that connected to the third floor.
This style of three-story building had become popular in recent years.
It could be said that this place had completely changed.
A brown-haired girl hurried along. The afternoon sunlight fell upon her smooth forehead, and she had light brown eyes and lovely features.
The girl arrived before the rebuilt building. She first opened the mailbox and took out the Tingen Honest People Newspaper along with several letters before entering 36 Zouteland Street.
She climbed the steps, went around the corner, and arrived before a large black door.
Beside the door hung a vertical sign that read: Blackthorn Security Company.
The girl opened the door, placed the newspaper and