Chapter 62 Chapter 62 "Nothing." Bai Tianming...

"Nothing." Bai Tianming didn't see anything, so he answered Abel who was not far away.

Abel's eyebrows twitched slightly, as if he was unhappy, but his expression didn't change much, and his face remained the same as always. He nodded, turned and walked towards the door, saying without looking back, "Let's go."

Bai Tianming followed him out of the hot spring pool.

He brought Bai Tianming to a table and knocked on it. The flat chestnut wooden table suddenly opened a pitch-black mouth, revealing a bright red tongue and crooked, sharp, white teeth.

Then he turned around and said to Bai Tianming, "There are tasks in here. Pick one at random."

He paused, staring at Bai Tianming, and said slowly, "You picked this mission yourself. If anything goes wrong, I can distance myself from it if others ask about it."

Bai Tianming was a little confused as to whether he was telling the truth or not. He glanced at him but couldn't tell. He looked away, nodded, and extended his hand.

Abel suddenly changed his mind, frowned, reached out, grabbed him, and pulled his wrist away from the edge of the table.

Bai Tianming just wanted to draw a task, so he didn't have much strength. After being caught by him, although he didn't understand why, he still followed his wishes and retracted his outstretched hand.

"I've changed my mind," Abel said, letting go of his hand. His face was calm, as if he hadn't done anything. He slowly withdrew his hand and said nonchalantly, "Knock on the table twice, and the table will spit out the task. It's your choice. This way it's cleaner, so it won't get wet and everywhere."

Bai Tianming raised his eyebrows, thinking that he changed his mind very quickly. He didn't know whether it was directed at himself or him. He opened his mouth slowly, showing a bit of embarrassment, as if he wanted to refuse.

Abel immediately stared at Bai Tianming, narrowed his eyes, and a thoughtful expression flashed across his face, as if as long as he refused, he would start thinking of ways to make him change his mind.

Bai Tianming turned a corner mid-air on the highway and said with a half-smile, "Okay."

Before he finished speaking, Abel realized that he seemed to have been fooled. He blinked and the long-lost confusion flashed away. The next second, he returned to his cold attitude.

"Please come in." Abel looked at Bai Tianming and pointed at the table.

Bai Tianming knocked on the table, and there was a "wa wa wa" sound from the table, and a paper ball came out.

Bai Tianming looked at the paper ball. It was a very clean, wrinkled paper ball, but he didn't want to touch it, so he turned to look at Abel.

Abel understood what he meant. He was silent for a moment, then reached out and picked up the paper ball, opened it and looked at it, and was silent for a while again.

Seeing that Abel didn't say anything, Bai Tianming leaned over to take a look. Abel's ears turned red for a moment, and he immediately handed the paper to Bai Tianming. Bai Tianming refused to take it, so he stepped back.

They froze.

Bai Tianming waved his hand, almost without hesitation, but there was no disgust on his face. He just said as if subconsciously: "I don't want this. At least not now."

Abel slowly withdrew his hand and the paper in his hand. After a moment's hesitation, he explained to Bai Tianming, "The tasks are completely random."

This is not something I would normally do, nor am I trying to make things difficult for you. We agreed on this before, but if you change your mind now, you can still regret it.

Bai Tianming blinked, understanding what he meant, but he didn't care. Since he had agreed, he must do it. Once the work was done, he could leave. It didn't matter what happened. After all, he was so strong, and with such a helper beside him, it wouldn't be too difficult for him. He smiled and said, "I know."

Abel glanced at Bai Tianming quickly, nodded, and said expressionlessly, "Then I'll read it to you?"

Bai Tianming thought about it and realized that he had seen it just now, but the reading speed was too short and he was not sure yet, so he agreed to listen to it once just in case.

Abel looked at the note in his hand with a serious expression, completely businesslike. He said in a calm voice, "Maria has found that she can't remember where the ornaments that usually sit on her desk have disappeared. I hope someone can help. We'd better go meet her now."

Bai Tianming nodded: "Then go."

The sun was shining brightly in the sky. They stepped on the thick gray carpet outside the door, pushed open the heavy door, and entered a dark Victorian-style cafe.

The name of this cafe is "A Place of Memories". There are countless oil paintings hanging on the walls. Almost every painting is a fake, or in other words, a replica, because the originals can never be in a cafe.

Without exception, these portraits reveal cheap ordinariness and artistic talent. Although they all seem to be fake, the unparalleled artistic atmosphere and inspiration still emerge from the counterfeits. In this dimly lit place, a rich artistic atmosphere is created. Coupled with the aroma of coffee in the air, it gives people a feeling that is very suitable for lowering their heads to create.

There are several huge vases in the corner of the wall. The colors of the vases are mottled and complex, and the background is painted with flowers, birds and butterflies. A plump beauty is wearing a narrow corset that makes her breathless. Her huge and fluffy skirt is like an extremely stiff fondant cake. The color is pale on the surface, but in fact, it is colorful and has a strong smell of decay, as if she has just been turned out of a coffin.

Countless white shadows are hidden in the blue stream, as if ghosts are peering from underneath. Octopus tentacles crawl out of the water, leaving marks on the shore, as if it were just a fish tank.

The vase is filled with bunches of golden long-stemmed chrysanthemums. The flowers are in full bloom, emitting a lingering, light fragrance. Mixed with the smell of coffee, it is not obvious, but it gives the coffee here a unique fragrance. It seems to smell more refreshing and even relaxing than anywhere else.

Outside the window is a group of street vendors, most of whom are selling barbecue. The aroma of barbecue is extremely strong. When walking on the street, it almost immerses you in it, and it seems to want to drill into your brain through your nose like a parasite.

Barbecue uses a lot of spices, so the aroma smells very complex. However, because there are too many spices mixed together, the complex aroma and high-temperature baking can only result in a salty and spicy taste that hits you in the face. The final impression left on people is like colorful watercolors mixed into a black mass.

In a dark and quaint coffee shop, I smell the fragrance of flowers that may have been freshly picked that day, soaked in the oil of coffee, with my eyes wide open, feeling my heart beating so hard in my chest that it hurts a little, with heavy dark circles under my eyes, but I can see a bunch of barbecue stalls from the window, which really makes people feel a sense of disconnection.

That kind of disconnection is like sleeping in a bedroom dozens of stories high. Turning around, you see a head lying on the window, peering in from outside. The pale face, with two distinct black and white eyes staring through the window, is smiling at the room, as if greeting in a very friendly way.

Even if you are not shocked and confused about what is going on, you can understand that these two things should not be put together or even close to each other.

However, the locals obviously don't think there is anything strange about it, because they usually live in such an environment and have long been accustomed to everything.

Maria in this mission is a local who has been sitting in the cafe waiting for some time.

"Hello," Maria said, a little stiffly, sitting behind the table with her back straight and her hands under the table, as if she wanted to stand up. "Please sit down."

"Hello, you're welcome." Abel sat opposite Maria and nodded, still looking completely businesslike, speaking coldly and calmly.

But his appearance actually made Maria feel much more relaxed.

Bai Tianming sat next to Abel.

Maria blinked, looked at the two of them, then lowered her eyes and began to describe the details of the mission. "The desktop ornament I'm hoping to find is a light red mouse the size of a fingernail. It's very old, so the surface is a bit gray and black, dull, as if covered in a layer of mud that can't be brushed off. It should feel a little sticky, but it won't affect the hardness of the toy."

As she spoke, Maria's brows slowly furrowed, her face darker than before, and a hint of anxiety lingered in her expression: "I clearly remember it being there before. The last time I saw it, it was still on my desk, but it disappeared overnight."

"Please, you must find that thing," Maria said, her eyes lowered, forcibly suppressing her anxiety. Instead, her pale face gradually revealed an expression of weakness, pity, and need for help. "It's very important to me."

"We'll find it as soon as possible," Abel nodded, as if completely oblivious to the changing expression on the other person's face. He replied calmly, "You can go home now."

"Then do you want to go to my house to look for it?" Maria stood up, hesitated for a moment, and asked them.

"Okay," Abel nodded, stood up and said, "Let's go."

Maria took them both to her home.

When I opened the door, it was already dusk. The evening sun lazily fell on the door of the room, casting sparse shadows of trees on the ground. The wind blew past me, making a rustling sound.

In the distance, golden flowers swayed gently in the wind, and a very light fragrance came from them.

Maria invited the two people into the house and closed the door. As she closed the door, she looked at them and said, "It's getting dark. It's a little safer to close the door. Do you mind?"