Try Begging

Episode 153

Stayed 5 nights at the Mayflower Hotel in Dunwich. Alone. Black hair. Checked out on Wednesday and took a taxi to the train station in the afternoon.

But that was where it ended.

At the train station, I found the porter who had helped her with her luggage, but he did not know where she was going. At the platform where she had waited for her train, five trains had stopped at that time, and the stations after those five trains combined were dozens of stations.

"Fuck...."

As Leon lay stretched out on the sofa, muttering curses, the private on duty, who was sitting upright at a desk in a corner of the office, scribbling something, shrugged his shoulders.

"Niels."

"Yes, Major."

"I would have told you to go and sleep."

"No, Major."

Leon cast his gaze toward the wall in front of him. It was still dark outside the window, but the clock showed that it was a quarter to six in the morning.

"Well, it's almost time for you to get off work. I don't have any such thing as getting off work."

He hasn't left his command post since last Wednesday.

"Me too today...."

"Okay. I'll leave work when it's time."

Leon muttered, cutting off the private who was looking around uselessly.

"The other guys will be coming to work soon anyway."

Another day passed like this, without any harvest.

Knock. Knock.

The baseball flew up to the ceiling, barely touching it, and then fell into his hand. Leon lay on the sofa, throwing and catching the baseball, and then lost in thought again.

How could you not know that woman was making a bold survival report in the most unexpected, no, most uncharacteristic place?

There have been four reports so far, with intervals of four to ten days.

The last call was last Wednesday, so today, Friday, was the 9th day.

It's time to call again.

Leon mechanically threw and caught the baseball, chewing over the information he had been tediously repeating over the past few days.

Sunglasses. Yeah, that's what I bought first. The pupils are the most crucial.

Leon laughed at the thought of somehow linking up with the rebels and banning sunglasses. That would be something a dictator would do.

Then maybe we can ban hair dye too.

'Black hair... . Black hair Daisy... . Black hair Grace Riddle... .'

The corners of Leon's mouth slightly rose as he imagined it. Maybe there was no need to ban hair dye.

It was quite a shocking sight. If it had been right in front of me, I would have lifted up my skirt and ripped my underwear. It was obvious what would happen next.

"Fuck...."

A man was walking around the city with such a look that made you want to pounce on him. Fortunately, it was obvious that he had an owner. No one would dare touch him.

Knock. Knock. The meaningless noise began again.

You seem to be in good health, seeing as you're traveling around the country.