#6 "To be Certain"

Alexis arrived and slammed the car door; he immediately went in front of the house and checked the house number.

The night sky was already filled with stars, which illuminated the darkness. It's terrifyingly fascinating with the crescent moon shape.

He continues to search in every corner in front of the house until he comes across a clump of untrimmed bushes. He wasn't caught looking around suspiciously outside; he knows his every move.

"Ah! There it is," the house number, which was hidden behind a bush.

"As I assumed I wasn't mistaken, number 6746, it's the same as the "xx67" along with "xx46" evidence given in the analysis," Alexis recalls, weaving, and gradually reaches the answer to this mystery. He then makes a move to enter the mansion and question them. He quickly rings the doorbell. Alexis does not want to waste any more time waiting for someone to solve this problem, so he decided to do it himself. "Bunch of dumb heads," he thinks to himself while frowning, growing impatient.

"Can't you just wait? Stop pressing the doorbell all the time!" exclaimed the man who works at the mansion and is about to open the gate.

"What's you-?" He pauses when he notices a familiar face with which he wishes not to exchange a glance. "O-oh, if this isn't you, Sir Alexis," says, awkwardly laughing.

The mansion's light illuminates his flaxen eyes, which have a pissed-off expression and a benumbed stare.

"You were appointed to this job; aren't you supposed and expected to do it well?" Alexis grabs his collar, pulls his face closer to him, and pushes him away.

"Bullshit," Alexis remarked as he looked back.

He makes his way inside the mansion and summons Henderson.

"You came back, Alexis!" Henderson exclaimed as she walked downstairs, followed by "You're making a fuss again!" What motivates you to return? Do you want to finish what we didn't finish earlier? " Henderson becomes clingy and touchy toward him, which irks Alexis even more.

"I have finally decided how to compensate for the money you, no WE, lost, let's wrap this up, I just need all of you to collude, and I no longer need to use my body as a pay-off," Alexis stated bluntly.

"Oh, interesting. Let's see how you handle it," Henderson said as he caressed his beard with his left eyebrow raised. Like a man filled with awe and wonder.

"Summon everyone who was here that day or the moment it was delivered here," Alexis said.

"Roger~" Henderson responded in a playful manner and obeyed.

—

All of the people in the mansion had been summoned, and the interrogation was about to begin when the man Alexis didn't want to see reappear.

"Hey, I've been hearing a noise downstairs and I'm wondering what it could be, a stray cat entered the house again huh?" said the man about to go downstairs to investigate.

It's the knitted sleeveless turtle neck that keeps interfering. Dean Harrington The business partner and the one who covered Henderson but with a condition and in exchange for something in return. He's a demanding individual with whom you wish you didn't have to deal. He's handy, so he'll be a valuable asset. You're curious about his position. He's 22 years old and an assassin. He works in a well-known bakery near the city during the day, then switches roles as an assassin, businessman, and literacy professor at night. He has many sidelines and hobbies to pursue in his life, and as the days pass, his skills and intellectual refinements improve even more.

"S-sir"

"What's the matter, Dean? You're also interested?" Henderson asked.

"Especially to this cat," he replied, turning to face Alexis.

Alexis clenches his fist and gives him a cold stare. He's not enthralled. He's annoyed. Dean notices it right away and smirks, thinking, "He's cute," picturing Alexis as a grumpy cat who just needs to be tamed.

He rushed up to Alexis, grabbed his hand, and yelled to them, "Don't follow us!" as if they'd dare to disobey.

Alexis didn't want it and struggled to break free from his grip. When they arrived at the gate, Dean pinned him to the wall while holding his hand. He sagged his chin against Alexis' shoulder.

Alexis blushed and his heart was racing; he could feel his warm breath and body. "11:26, that's the time, I don't want you to come back here," Dean said calmly.

Alexis examines him. They are staring at each other under the star-bathing night sky. Dean kissed him while holding both of Alexis' hands upward. They can hardly breathe because it's scorching warmer in there.

"I don't hate it..." Alexis thought while they were doing it, so he let him do what he was doing as he responded. Dean came to a halt and entered the mansion, leaving Alexis outside. Alexis knelt since his knees were weak. He left after a few minutes of trying to pull himself together.

Meanwhile, Dean goes about his business as if nothing has happened, unable to calm himself down about what has just occurred. It feels so good for him to be true. He put his finger to his lips, and he can still imagine how they do it, hoping to calm himself down.

—

While driving, Alexis muses on the word Dean whispers. What makes him think he knows what he's looking for? But he put it aside for a while before returning to it. He has finally discovered evidence to back up his claim. He'll figure it out.

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[ Previously . . . ]

The date was ordered and should be delivered at "xx67 and xx46." 6746 was Henderson's house number, which Alexis saw in front of the mansion hiding in the bush.

It was intentionally carried out.

Furthermore, the time given is 13:56/1:56 and should be delivered before 9:30 a.m., but the time it was received that Dean whispered was 11:26. It is two hours after the time limit.

They used the tactic of adding 9:30 to 1:56 to get 10:86, so "86" minutes don't exist because the maximum would be at least 59-60.

Then they deduct it to arrive at an appropriate delivery time of 11:26. Alexis deduced that the last two hours were spent cleaning up the culprit/s' mess. It is said that the goods have been "torn," and that the delivery has been messed up. If the vehicle used for the delivery was broken and only recently repaired, they're screwed. The mechanic repairs what is broken and destroys what isn't. The mechanic is part of this.

The probability is that the primary vehicle used to deliver the goods crashed, and the person behind it is the culprit; additionally, the culprit was also the person who delivered the ripped goods. He's the mastermind behind it all, but there's still a mystery...

Who is/are the culprits? What are their plans? What is the reason, and what do they want?

We'll get to know it subsequently.