Rain kept falling from the vault of the sky outside the rain shelter. The ground was as smooth as though coated in a mirror, and ripples spread across that mirror with every falling drop.
The noises inside the shelter had continued for over three minutes. The sounds of hard objects colliding and muffled groans of pain finally stopped. His clothes somewhat disheveled, Old Henry approached Xia Xiu with his bruised hands hanging at his sides and bowed deeply to him.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Holmes."
"You're welcome."
The blond young man answered with a warm smile, turning his gaze toward Hughes Robin, who had been beaten beyond recognition. He was still clinging to his last breath.
Looking at the dying Hughes Robin, he decided to put his helpful spirit into practice.
"Old Henry, would you come over to the other side with me for a while?" Xia Xiu pointed toward another rain shelter diagonally across from them, some distance away.
"He..."
Old Henry looked at the dying Hughes, his expression deeply conflicted. Even if murder would send him to prison, he would never spare Hughes Robin. He was only struggling over whether his actions would implicate the respectable detective before him.
"Mr. Henry, come over with me first. The show is about to begin."
Seeing the sincerity on the blond young man's face, Old Henry could only follow him toward the distant shelter on the other side. As they walked together, he confirmed once again that the young man was no ordinary person.
Although they were walking through the curtain of rain, the water could not soak either of them. It was as though an invisible barrier surrounded them.
Before long, Old Henry and Xia Xiu reached the other side.
After reaching the shelter, Xia Xiu calculated the time.