Chapter 1025: How about moving the quilt as well?
Everything in Haibasha's studio was surprisingly normal.
It looked like an ordinary office—two desks, a few scattered stools, a cabinet for files and books, and even a single bed.
Just looking at the furniture... aside from the bed, it looked like an ordinary teacher's office. Everything was plain, without any patterns. In other words, everything was made of wood, not a single piece of metal or stone. Because of this, the cabinets didn't even have glass.
The walls, ceiling, and floor were all made of wood. Even the quilt and the paper on the table could be considered plant products.
In addition to these furniture, there are also a large number of plants in the studio.
These were special flowers and vines that could only survive in the Dream World—each one was completely different and brimming with life. Aiwass even saw a well-tended sinthorn. It resonated with Aiwass from afar, and Aiwass felt that if he simply transformed into a sinbeast, he could reclaim it within his body.
"...If the laws of the dream world and the material world are similar in some ways..."
Sherlock murmured softly, "Could it be that someone comes here often?"
He also apparently noticed the condition of the plants in the room.
"not necessarily."
Aiwass said meaningfully, "You could think differently—don't think in terms of the material world. The extraordinary powers of the material world are restricted by the Wall of Balance, but the dream world doesn't have such constraints. You might as well think in an outrageous way."
"you mean……"
Seeing Aiwass's calm demeanor, Sherlock roughly guessed, "It's not that someone has been maintaining these plants... but that these plants don't need maintenance?"
"What's the meaning?"
Amazed by the power of the Moonlight Key, Arsene just put the key away when he heard Sherlock say something he didn't understand: "I don't understand that kind of thing, Detective. If you have something to say, just say it."
"It means," Aiwass explained, "that time is frozen here."
"—Until you opened this door, it remained in the same state as when Ms. Hypatia left."
Sherlock continued.
There were five spirit dolls placed on the chairs. The soul of Lady Hypatia's child was inside one of them.
These dolls are incredibly detailed, resembling figurines measuring between thirty centimeters and half a meter. They look like miniatures of little girls... their ages are roughly equivalent to human ages of eleven or twelve, or thirteen or fourteen. A more precise description would be "magical girl-like." However, since they are elves, the age range might be extended by sixty or seventy years.
And their attire is also a bit like that of magical girls - in terms of color, it happens to be the Five Colors Team.
Each doll wore a skirt of a different color. The shapes of the skirts were not the usual style used by elves, but more like some kind of floral theme.
"...white daffodils, yellow laurels, blood-red anemones, blue hyacinths, pink-purple crocuses."
Aiwass recognized the flowers represented by the five colors and decorations and fell into deep thought.
What do these flowers mean?
Sherlock, on the other hand, walked over to the desk to investigate.
He saw the unfinished draft of the calculation - it was the calculation equation of one of the "final formulas". And Haibasha's pen was still on the table.
"This is……"
Realizing something, Sherlock raised his eyebrows.
He looked at the bed and found that the quilt was not folded. There were some books beside the bed, and one of them had a bookmark in it.
This is the Dream Realm, the source of supernatural powers. Living in the Dream Realm, apostles no longer need sleep to regain their strength... Therefore, theoretically, they can work without sleep, spending all their time working. The habit of sleeping is merely a form of entertainment chosen by some apostles to preserve their humanity.
Reading in bed may be considered learning for some people, but for the disciples of the path of wisdom, it is just entertainment.
From this perspective, there is no essential difference between the bed and the card table for the apostles.
"...Judging from the traces, Ms. Haibasha must have just finished her break and was about to start work when she suddenly went out."
Sherlock said, checking the manuscript.
There were twelve pages of manuscript paper, which took Haibasha only a few hours at most. It was even possible that these pages were written last time, and he had just started writing this time.
"what does that mean?"
If Yasen doesn't understand, just ask.
Sherlock said calmly, "It means that Ms. Haibasha, at least before leaving the room, did not think that she would not come back here."
"That is, her reincarnation was a sudden event. She didn't even have the chance to return to her room and pack her things..."
Aiwass said, picking up one of the dolls placed on the chair.
He moved her arms and legs like a doll, making her do a movement similar to Ultraman transforming or Superman flying, and then stood her up on the table.
“…There was no chance to hide my daughter.”
"Which one is her daughter, Aiwass?"
Sherlock looked up and asked, "Can you find the one with a soul?"
"Haibash's sealing technique is so good that it's impossible to find the only correct one without destroying the puppet."
Aiwass said calmly, "But...if I'm not mistaken, these five dolls should all have souls."
"...You mean, there are four more sacrifices? Or is it one soul split into five parts?"
Sherlock's brow furrowed.
"Sacrifice... maybe. Or maybe a test subject. And in the worst case... an artificial soul."
Aiwass's voice was low.
Sherlock realized what Aiwass was going to say.
When talking about artificial soul technology, we cannot avoid mentioning Aiwass’ grandfather, Jacob.
Why did he study this taboo in the first place?
This is research that the sand clock explicitly does not allow.
"Since you can't tell which one it is," Yasen suggested, suggesting an absolutely correct idea, "why not just take them all? If it's hard for you to take them, I can take two."
"That's fine, but it's not necessary."
Aiwass said, gently patting the girl he brought to the table: "It should be her."
That is the little girl with the pink and purple dress, symbolizing saffron.
Although Aiwass didn't know why it was her, he still remembered the plot in the game - the broken doll was wearing a long skirt of this color.
He had originally intended to take it with him.
However, Yasen's words reminded Aiwass that he did not come alone.
——Since there are so many of them, why not take them all away!
And since I've decided to take them all away...
"Just in time... Yassen broke in and broke this door down too."
Aiwass calmly looked at the many rare dream treasures and collectibles hanging on the wall: "Take them all away too. They're easy to lose if they're left here anyway."
"Take it all?"
Yasen was not ashamed of scoring the goal, but was rather eager to try.
"Take them all," Aiwass said firmly. "Sherlock, check the bookcases for any important information or intelligence. Take that too. I'll guard the door."
"...Then wouldn't we be burglars?"
Sherlock was a little reluctant.
But Aiwass believed that rather than a sense of morality... it was mainly because Sherlock was too lazy to do such unskilled work.
“Not quite.”
Aiwass amended sternly, "This is more of a home invasion. We blew the door down, just like bank robbers do."
“—What?”
The only professional here seemed incredibly confident: "Don't you have the landlord's authorization? This is called moving! It's legal! Anyway, she's violated a taboo and doesn't plan to come back, right? Then take all her things away - how about taking the quilt with her? Ask her if she still wants it. If she doesn't want it... I think the quilt used by the apostles can sell for quite a bit. There might be something in the cracks of this bed. Let's break it up and see if we can see what happens."
"Reasonable." "Reasonable."
Aiwass and Sherlock nodded and couldn't help but sigh:
——Professionals are still professionals!
Update completed meow!
My sleep schedule is completely broken. I'm going to sleep now (peaceful)
(End of this chapter)
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