There's a table, two chairs, and the kitchen is open-plan; you can see the whole thing from the doorway.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of dust, indicating that no one had been here for a long time.

Joey slowly walked toward the only bedroom inside, and two clear rows of footprints gradually appeared on the ground.

Squeak—

The door was gently pushed open, and a breeze blew out.

"This bedroom doesn't seem to have a musty smell!"

Joey sniffed the air and found that there was indeed no unpleasant smell.

The window was open, and apart from a few planks of wood, there were no blankets or quilts on the bed, which was quite unexpected for Joey.

"Hmm, what is this?"

Joey suddenly crouched down and looked at a footprint on the ground covered in dust.

The footprint wasn't new, but it wasn't old either. It didn't show through the floor, so someone must have stepped on it and then covered it with another layer of dust.

"Someone came in after Vivian disappeared!"

Following the footprints, Joey checked other parts of the house. Besides the dozen or so footprints left on the floor, the wardrobe had clearly been ransacked.

"Is it a thief? But Vivian's house looks even cleaner than the home of the elderly living alone in my previous life. She shouldn't be targeted by a thief!"

Joey became increasingly curious and placed her own foot on it for comparison.

"A woman's feet!"

Joey's eyes sharpened.

"At least it won't be a short man with a big beard!"

He thought for a moment and then added a sentence in his mind.

He left the bedroom and searched around the house again, but found no clues about the witch. This was the purpose of his visit to Vivian's house; he wanted to learn some information about witches to facilitate the investigation.

"ah--"

A scream suddenly came from outside; it was little Catherine's voice.

Joey immediately rushed out.

Little Catherine was sitting on the ground, hugging her arms and closing her eyes tightly.

"What's wrong?"

Joey quickly pulled little Catherine into his arms, cautiously observing their surroundings.

"Waaaaah..."

"There's a monster! There's a monster!"

Little Catherine clung tightly to Joey, her whole body trembling; she seemed quite frightened.

"Okay, okay, it's alright now! The monster has been scared away by big brother!"

Joey tried to comfort little Catherine, but she remained too afraid to open her eyes.

"Let me take you home!"

Seeing that little Catherine's emotions were not calming down, Joey simply squatted down and let her lie on his back, intending to take her home first.

Little Catherine nodded, but the trembling in her body had not completely subsided.

Back at her home, Joey carried little Catherine on his back. Her mother was surprised to see that it was Joey who brought her back, but when she saw that little Catherine seemed to be frightened, she quickly took her into her arms.

She looked at Joey with a strange expression. She didn't ask little Catherine why she was like this, nor did she intend to blame Joey. She just carried little Catherine and walked straight towards the front door.

"Big brother, it grabbed a child, a very young child!"

Before entering the room, little Catherine suddenly lifted her head from her mother's shoulder, opened her large eyes that were still wet with tears, and spoke urgently to Joey.

Joey simply nodded at her, waved his hand, and said nothing more.

He already felt guilty for taking little Catherine to such a dangerous place, which had terrified her.

"Work's done for today, time to go home!"

Joey looked at the sun in the sky. It was noon, and he was a little hungry.

Back at the hotel, Joey lay down immediately. The old lady Mary Sue didn't ask any questions and went to prepare lunch.

Catherine sat down near Joey, looking at Joey who was already resting with his eyes closed, and hesitated to speak.

"Don't ask anything, don't say anything!"

"It's after get off work hours, I don't want to talk about work!"

Although Joey had his eyes closed, he sensed Catherine's intention and said lazily.

Catherine, having suffered a loss she couldn't speak of, glared at Joey and immediately got up to keep her distance from him.

"Dinner's ready!"

Not long after, Granny Mary Sue brought the prepared lunch to the table and casually called out to Joey.

Joey sat up straight immediately, ready to go eat.

Eating must be done proactively; this is Joey's unwavering belief.

Catherine, who was standing to the side, was speechless when she saw Joey, who had just been looking like a dead pig, suddenly come back to life.

Smack smack...

Joey was eating frantically, as if he were having his last meal before his execution, completely disregarding his image.

Catherine looked disgusted, filled her own bowl with some food, and silently carried it to the side. Although she had lowered her tolerance level recently, she really couldn't eat with Joey under the current circumstances.

"cut!"

Joey glanced at Catherine as she walked away, snorted, and continued eating without a care in the world.

("You're ignoring me now, but you'll regret it later. I don't have time to argue with you right now, I'm up to something big tonight!")

Grandma Mary Sue watched Joey eat so heartily, and unlike Catherine, she didn't find anything wrong with it. On the contrary, she was quite happy, at least it was an acknowledgment of her cooking skills.

"Joey, what are your plans next?"

Grandma Mary Sue sat opposite Joey, casually putting some food into her mouth, but still couldn't help asking him a question.

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