One hundred and fifty-eight. Raimy's second letter

Nearing noon, Lu Li was awakened by the vibrations from several trucks driving past the window on the street outside.

Lu Li opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, quietly assessing the condition within his body. The motion sickness had disappeared after rest, no longer causing the sensation of being rocked as if at sea.

Without getting up, Lu Li turned his head, examining the Detective Agency from this slightly odd perspective, including the occasional appearance of phantasms.

Anna, behind the desk, looked toward Lu Li, who in turn looked toward the sculpture beside the door, "Has it been the same old thing while I was away these past few days?"

"Uh... it should be... I haven't seen it move." Anna's voice sounded a bit guilty.

Since its return to the Detective Agency, the sculpture had stood motionless most of the time next to the coat rack. It was hard to say whether this was good or bad, but Lu Li and Anna always subconsciously ignored its presence.