Back on Track

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar room, Su Ming was still unhappy that the police had turned it into such a mess, even though these were only false memories.

Even the sofa leg he had fixed last night was broken again. The big bed he shared with Diana had also been overturned against the wall.

"These people are really rough."

Su Ming stepped over the debris on the floor, walked into the bathroom, opened the washing machine, and pulled out the Cloak of Levitation, which looked like a tablecloth.

At the moment, it looked like nothing more than a piece of red cloth, with nothing special about it.

He then searched all around the house and finally found his Silk Pouch and Bag of Holding. Fortunately, both little bags looked ordinary, and outsiders could not see what was inside. The police had not noticed anything unusual about them.

While Su Ming searched for his things, Barbara examined the painting Diana had left by the window. Though the style was abstract, she recognized the outline of the Hall of Justice.

Su Ming draped the tablecloth over his shoulders, tied the two small bags to his belt, and walked over to her.

They were ready now.

"Diana drew this?" Barbara asked.

"Yeah. It's the Hall of Justice. Her demigod constitution, combined with the Witch's Mark, probably let her resist for a while after the world changed. She wanted to leave herself a clue, but unfortunately, she failed."

Su Ming lifted a corner of the curtain. The street below was already packed with police cars, their red and blue lights flashing wildly.

Diana was downstairs, protected by two officers, staring at her home with a face full of anguish.

Their gazes met, but she found that her lover's eyes now held only calmness