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For any of the café visitors of that sunny evening, the two figures who were sitting silently at a table—not uttering any word or not even moving except subtle movements—look like a living mannequin, brilliantly elegant in addition of their highlighted features due to the ray of sunlight.

Suddenly one of the figures—with a long silky hair and slanted eyes—who’s actually none other than Inspector Carl Heinz raised one of his hand to shield himself from the burning sun.

“Ugh…” He softly moaned. “Remind me again why we chose this kind of place?”

Nathan—who’s sitting in front of Carl—cleared his throat. “I’m very sorry for burdening you, but we couldn’t really let ourselves be seen in public. Her eyes are everywhere.” Nathan said before darting his eyes to the endless flow of customers of the café. Not too far from him, a group of people were seen having some idle chat with each other. Though he doubt it they were simply just hanging out. After all, what kind of