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Shajin showed a somewhat discouraged expression, lowered his head slightly, and said in a depressed tone:

"It's just that their tactics are much tougher than I thought. They even prepared a substitute for Robin... These two cases will definitely be suppressed."

A look of pretended surprise emerged on Ratio's face, and he teased, "Great, gambler. Are you at your wits' end so soon?" There was a hint of sarcasm and provocation in his words.

"There are many chips, but we have to choose carefully. The most straightforward one... is still the robin." Gold Dust paused and asked, "Remember, the Masked Fool asked me to find a mute as a friend?"

There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he remembered something:

"The robin is what she calls a 'mute'. She has lost her voice, which most people don't notice, but you and I can hear it. It's not the organs that are making sounds, but the resonance of the same harmonics."

"If the girl didn't practice singing until her voice was hoarse, there is only one possibility: there is a problem with the family, or there is a problem with the robin itself. In order to find out this, I tried my best to meet her..."

At this point, Shajin's face turned gloomy: "But she died, right under my nose."

"It's all lost - and you're being interrogated." Ratio commented mercilessly: "There are witnesses at the scene. The family will believe your alibi for the time being, but from now on... I'm afraid you'll have to spend the rest of your time under the surveillance of the hounds."

Hearing this, Shajin smiled bitterly and chuckled self-deprecatingly: "The situation is really not optimistic, professor. I am so nervous that I am sweating. Do you think there is any possibility of turning the situation around?"

"If you ask me about the probability - yes, but close to zero - or, to use a more native Pinocchio term, dreaming."

"But if you just can't control yourself and want to try your luck with someone, there happens to be a suitable candidate..." Ratio suggested calmly.

"That man wants to see you again"

"Oh? Who?" Sha Jin asked back with a puzzled look on his face.

Ratio answered briefly:

"Sunday"

"Ah...is it a court trial or a private trial?" Sha Jin continued to ask.

"If it's the former, there's no need for me to pass on the message," Ratio responded expressionlessly and unceremoniously.

"Okay... That's right, all right. See, the dead can't speak, but the living can..." Shajin's originally bitter smile suddenly turned into a little surprise, and he said in a light tone:

"Latio, I am now certain that there must be problems within the family. Just wait and see, that man's sister is dead...he can't sit still."

"Without further delay, let's set off now - lead the way! The show... is about to begin."

[Gui Naifen: Shajin seems to believe in family ties]

[Jizi: I heard that Mr. Sunday's only relative is his sister, Robin. If that's the case, it would be strange if he wasn't angry.]

The two men walked out of the bar, and then the camera turned and entered a magnificent room.

Ratio began, "We are here. Morning Dew Mansion, the stronghold of the Oak family, where the heads of the families discuss the Pinocchio plan."

"Fortress? That's a good analogy. I just dealt with the warlords of the Iyimanika system not long ago, and their geostationary orbital estates were not so heavily guarded."

"It is worthy of its owner. This house nominally belongs to Sunday. Without his invitation, ordinary guests will never have the opportunity to set foot here in their lifetime. Take a closer look while you still have a moment of freedom."

"Hey, Professor, where do you stand?"

"Who can guarantee that I won't betray you?"

"Then we'll just have to wait and see. When I meet the controlling head of the Oak family, I'll have a way to pry the answer out of him."

"Come with me. I'll take you to his reception room. Don't say anything unnecessary. I'll take care of the family members."

After that, Latio brought the gold dust to a door. A doorman was standing there. When he saw the two of them, he immediately said, "Hey, you two! This is an important meeting place. Please do not enter without permission."

"I brought the suspect here at Mr. Sunday's request. "Latio", he should have given me this name."

"Oh, I remember you... Veritas Latio, your "Punch Virtual Particle Clock" is impressive."

"What are you talking about?" Latio asked in confusion.

"That's the one on your head! Although it can't compare to my all-round destroyer power armor of Mobile Knight."

[Gold Dust: I want to laugh when I see you two chatting. No wonder you told me to stop talking.]

【Doctor Zhenli: Oh, I really should wear a plaster head. I want to die when I see fools and idiots.】

"I reminded you last time that your fantasy suit doesn't exist." Ratio replied expressionlessly.

"It's just that you can't see it! I said, only 'family' can see the glory of 'Mobile Knight' - Okay, go over quickly, don't let Mr. Sunday wait anxiously." The doorman did not argue, opened the door and signaled the two to go in.

"Alas...the idiocy index here is not much better than outside." After sighing helplessly, Ratio entered the room.

After walking through a long and dark corridor, we arrived at the second floor of a hall. A small Pinocchio sand tray was placed in the center of the hall. Continuing forward, we reached the room for receiving guests on Sundays.

"It's quite a grand place here. It seems that Mr. Sunday has no intention of establishing a noble image for himself."

Professor Latio couldn't help but sigh: "Do you want me to remind you? This is a dream. No matter how luxurious the decoration of this mansion is, it will not affect Pinocchio in the slightest. Don't pick on the family in a boring place."

"Well, you are right. The only flaw in the family is "death". Sunday must think so too. Let's go downstairs."

They walked down the stairs slowly, their footsteps echoing in the silent air. When they finally arrived in front of the tightly closed door, Ratio suddenly stopped.

Shajin was looking at him in confusion and asked, "What's wrong? Did you take the wrong road?"

Ratio shook his head and replied softly, "You're not in the wrong place, but this door is locked."

With a somewhat helpless sigh, Shajin asked, "Friend, did you really make an appointment with him?"

"This is a test. Before we can talk, you must prove your worth to Sunday. If I'm not mistaken, we must find a way to open the door in this hall, otherwise this place will be a prison for you and me."

"Oh, escape room, I like it," said Sha Jin with a smile.

"Be serious, no one wants to play with you. Go back first, the clue is probably in that conspicuous sandbox."