"A Shiny Ralts? No." Old Mr. Ma Zhide answered very quickly. It seemed that although he was getting on in years and had not been in very good health lately, his memory was excellent.
That was a good thing. Heath knew that some elderly people's memories deteriorated as they aged, and some even developed Alzheimer's disease, gradually forgetting their past and their families. It was a terrifying disease, because it meant fading away. For their families, and for the sufferers themselves, it was also a form of torment.
But that meant the trail had gone cold again. So what exactly was going on with that Shiny Ralts? Officer Jenny had no leads on her, and even the Lookers had none. Who should Heath ask next? He did not know himself. But Heath had no intention of abandoning what he had promised Ralts, so figuring out how to resolve this problem was giving him a headache.
Old Mr. Ma Zhide left with his lunch box, and Heath sighed. He did not know whether he could finish the Reincarnation Eyes task today. If he could complete it, perhaps he could find a solution from some other angle.
"Right, why don't I ask the Magic Conch?" Heath thought of his conch, but before he could go inside to fetch it, more customers arrived, leaving him no choice but to hurry over and keep serving them.
By the time Heath finished working, it was already three in the morning. He realized that his business hours really did keep setting new records. Today, he had stayed open until three, but Heath felt he probably would not keep breaking that record. After all, there should not be that many people who chose to come out for barbecue instead of sleeping at three in the morning. Still,