!?Clang Clang?!

"..."

Hmm, doesn't this situation seem a bit familiar?

The next part of the story, is it just a matter of "maybe" to keep you out of the Fatui, and then you go through all your hard work to regain your memories, and in the end everyone makes dumplings together?

Xingsu paused, slowly turned around, and calmly met those clear eyes, quietly gazing at the pink-haired the Damselette before him.

The warm light flowed over her fluffy, long hair, and the bow hair clip adorned with soft bells accentuated her gentle face.

Xingsu silently gazed at the familiar yet unfamiliar face, a thousand emotions churning within him, ultimately culminating in a cryptic reply.

"It's just a professional habit, don't overthink it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Claire stood there, stunned, his words echoing in her mind.

Don't overthink it... but that feeling of familiarity in my heart just won't go away.

"Please wait a moment!"

A clear shout rang out from behind.

Xingsu stopped walking and slowly turned around.

But when Claire actually saw his eyes, she hesitated for a moment.

A thousand words stuck in her throat, but she never had the courage to ask the question that had been lingering in her mind for so long.

Finally, she turned her face to the side, looked at the unconscious man on the ground, gripped her skirt tightly, and spoke softly:

"Um... could you take this person with you too...?"

The words that lingered in her throat, wanting to delve into the past, swirled on her tongue several times, but were ultimately swallowed back down.

"Sorry, I forgot about him after the interrogation. I'll take him away now."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xingsu bent down, picked up the unconscious man's ankle with one hand, and dragged him straight out.

Clang!

As he passed through the shop's entrance, the back of his head slammed heavily against the edge of the threshold, making a dull thud.

"..."

Are we really just going to let him go like that?

His identity is mysterious, and his skills are superb; he's clearly no ordinary person. But strangely, when facing me, he seems completely unguarded...

He must know something.

Please wait a moment!

Xingsu had already stepped out of the shop, stopped upon hearing the sound, "Hmm? Is there anything else?" With that, she turned back.

Clang!

The man's head slammed hard against the threshold again.

Claire watched this scene, her lips twitching slightly. For a moment, she couldn't decide whether to ask a question first or to sympathize with the unfortunate fellow.

She took a deep breath, looked up at Xingsu, and the doubts hidden in her heart almost burst out of her throat.

No, how am I supposed to ask that?!

Asking him directly if we've met somewhere before sounds like a pickup line, and it's so cheesy!

Asking him if he knows something? That's so abrupt! Won't he think there's something wrong with his head?

"Um..." Claire's heart was pounding, and she nervously glanced around the store. "Ah! Here, take this." As she spoke, she handed L㏒s Xingsu Less rag that she had just used to wipe the floor.

"There's also some L㏒s in there; it could be used as physical evidence! It might even help your investigation."

Xingsu took the rag and put it away, saying, "Thank you, you're so thoughtful." With that, she turned and dragged the person away from the dessert shop once again.

Clang!

Unsurprisingly, his head slammed heavily against the threshold once more.

"Please, please wait a little longer!"

"Um?"

Clang!

His head hit the threshold again.

"Um... my dessert shop officially opens tomorrow! You absolutely have to come! I'll reserve some limited-edition desserts for you!"

"I will, thank you."

Clang!

again

"Please again..."

"Cough cough cough, stop, stop for a second!" The man, who had been dragged along by Xingsu by the ankle, suddenly coughed and slowly woke up. "Can't we finish what we're saying in one breath... cough cough, I..."

Clang!

Xingsu freed his other hand and swiftly delivered a chop to the back of his head.

The man only managed a muffled groan before his eyelids rolled back and he lost consciousness again, falling into a coma.

Oh... so tragic.

Claire instinctively bit her lower lip, desperately trying to suppress the uncontrollable upward curve of her lips.

You can't laugh, or you'll lose merit.

The words that had been swirling in her heart, the words she wanted to ask about the past, were ultimately left unspoken, locked between her lips after much hesitation.

She sighed softly, watched Xingsu's retreating figure, turned around, and began to clean up the remaining mess in the shop. However, the image of Xingsu's deep eyes looking at her kept echoing in her mind.

"Officer, please don't look at me like that! I'm a good person!"

"You mean you dragged this person all the way with one hand, causing him to bump his head all over and remain unconscious... and then you claim to be a good person?"

"Absolutely true! This person is a peddler of L㏒s in secret." Xingsu took out the rag Claire had given him and handed it over. "If you don't believe me, look, this rag still has L㏒s liquid on it, it can be used as evidence."

The police officer took the rag and examined it carefully. His expression turned slightly serious, and he immediately instructed his colleague, "Please have the forensic experts come and test this sample!"

Then he turned to Xingsu and said, "I'm very sorry, sir, but please have the two of you rest in the room next door for a while."

Xingsu nodded and pulled him into the house next door.

Clang!

Unsurprisingly, there are also entry barriers here.

The officer on duty twitched his eye upon seeing this. He finally understood how the suspect had gotten all those bumps, big and small, on his head.

"Ugh, why isn't it Melusine on duty today? The officer on duty doesn't even recognize me. What a hassle..."

The man on the ground slowly moved, groggily waking up despite the pain from his bruises and sprains.

"Ouch... my head hurts so much..."

"Hmm? You're awake." Xingsu Su looked down at him.

The moment the man opened his eyes, he saw Xingsu standing right in front of him. He shuddered and hurriedly shrank back.

"Big brother! I was wrong, big brother! I really know I was wrong! I shouldn't have sold L㏒s! I have elderly parents and young children to support... Ah!"

Seeing Xingsu raise his hand slightly, he was so frightened that he immediately covered the back of his head with both hands, curled up into a ball, and closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the hand chop to fall.

The expected excruciating pain did not come.

Xingsu simply let her arms hang down, looking at him with a flat expression, her tone devoid of any warmth:

"You don't know you're wrong, you just know you're about to be arrested."

"Hmm? Xingsu?"

A purple figure suddenly appeared at the doorway, and Clorinde stood by the door frame with her arms crossed.

"Oh, Clorinde? What a coincidence."

"... I currently work here." Clorinde's gaze swept across the room, landing on the man with swollen bumps on his head, huddled in the corner, trembling. "What happened?"