Mysterious silver crown.
On the day of celebration, when Eve saw the crown, she felt that something was wrong with it. From the perspective of a decoration, its workmanship was so crude that it was simply rubbish. And no matter how you thought about it, Lorenzo would not be the kind of person who would collect decorations.
A gift for giving? That doesn't make sense. Although Lorenzo is poor, he wouldn't give such a thing. Someone else gave it to Lorenzo? That doesn't make sense either. If he really knew Lorenzo, he should have given him a knife or a sword, or at least a bottle of beer.
Its existence was too abrupt and strange, but such doubts were dispelled by joy at the time. Seeing that Lorenzo didn't want to say much, Eve didn't ask any more questions until she saw it again now.
"Thief?"
Eve looked at the woman unkindly. In her opinion, the crown on the woman's head belonged to Lorenzo. She didn't know where the woman got it from and actually put it on her head.
No, Eve couldn't remember the details of the crown, but she remembered that Lorenzo's crown was not worn that badly, and its surface was shiny like a mirror, while the crown on the woman's head was full of scratches and there were stains in the gaps. It looked like it had been worn for a long time and had experienced a lot of hardships with the woman.
"Two crowns... Did you give that to Lorenzo?"
Eve realized this. Lorenzo's crown came from the woman in front of her. Perhaps she really underestimated Lorenzo. Besides this old Dunling, he also had some people who could be considered friends.
"So Lorenzo received the crown?"
The woman also calmed down. After hearing the news from Eve, she seemed much more relieved and let out a long sigh.
"Yeah, he got it, so who are you?"
Eve's hostility towards women was slightly reduced, but she had not completely let down her guard.
She still remembered Lorenzo's complicated network of relationships, where friends could become enemies in the next second. She also remembered a great enemy named Lawrence. She never imagined that such a madman had been Lorenzo's mentor. She thought there would be some kind of respect-for-teacher plot, but the two stabbed each other in the back as a sign of friendship as soon as they met.
Watson didn't say anything. She stared at Eve, thinking about something.
During the days he traveled with Lorenzo, Watson knew very well what kind of girl Eve was. Beneath her mortal body, she hid a heart that yearned for danger, like a moth to a flame, but she was not chasing the light. She was longing for the momentary afterglow of the fireworks that passed by.
Watson cannot say anything about what he knows, not even a single word. Once Eve knows it, she will be put on the blacklist of the Silent Ones. In order to protect Eve, she can only remain absolutely silent so as not to reveal any information that may lead to murder.
"You don't need to know, tell me where he is?"
Watson said slowly.
"How can I trust you if you don't say anything?"
Eve grasped the folding knife and looked at Watson with ill intent.
Watson felt a little headache for a moment. She looked at Eve, then looked at the scene outside the door. The sun was setting and people were coming and going on the street.
There was a bitterness on his face, but he smiled helplessly.