The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Postscript (Part 1)

First of all, thank you to all the readers for subscribing and tipping. I usually send you private messages to thank you for the large tips.

Si really wants to add more chapters and make up for the five chapters of bounty he owed (he'll leave them for now), but he's short on time and his health isn't very good, so he's prone to running out of energy. Even if he only has 4,000 chapters a day, he has to be a warrior on the deadline and stay up until 5 a.m.

Besides, Shan also has a bit of a literary quirk. If there's even the slightest unsatisfactory part in the plot, his writing speed becomes incredibly slow. For a long period before, he would only update once every three days or even less... It wasn't until July that he started to regain his rhythm of updating regularly.

Volume 6 primarily aims to unveil part of Fran and Norrington's "past," so the final section utilizes a Silent Hill instance to recreate numerous flashbacks. Additionally, the use of the "future" during the previous quarterly house call provides some foreshadowing, though the information given is rather fragmented.

For example, Fran's hands are sometimes almost instinctively unclean, she seems to never show any emotional fluctuations, the "starry sky" in her womb, and the reason why the portrait of "Aheng" in her memories appears in the head seat of Meredith's mansion... will basically be explained at the end of the volume.

The characters' backgrounds were actually predetermined; for example, Haida was Yaheng's adopted daughter.

Otherwise, even though the apprentice's daughter and teacher have a close relationship and don't seem to have done anything immoral, there's always a strange sense of age difference between them...

Furthermore, attributing Haida's excellence to the chief hunter's bloodline always feels like a bloodline theory, which I don't really like. Attributing it to the uniqueness of Meredith's genes is slightly better, since before her modification surgery, she wasn't that different from ordinary people...

The reason some parts are hard to guess is probably because I was writing in a rush during the daily update period, and the core information was only revealed at the end. For example, Viola, the medical officer, only appeared in a few fragments in flashbacks.

My writing skills are limited, and I couldn't cover everything perfectly. Please forgive me.

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Currently, I am working on the detailed outline for the next volume. Today, Tsurukodo is taking a break from publication!

(Let's leave the task of achieving perfect attendance and making up for missed updates for next month.)

Volume 1: The Abyss of No Light

Chapter One: Yesterday and the Past

Temperatures have plummeted, and the biting winds from Loretown in the north are drawing ever closer as winter approaches.

In early January, the new year, Norrington showed signs of impending snowfall. Although no snow had yet fallen, a thin layer of frost could be seen on the eaves and roads at dawn. Pedestrians began to bundle up in their winter clothes.

The Order of the Hunters, General Affairs Department.

Alvin stood tall and straight in front of the office's floor-to-ceiling window, gazing thoughtfully at the bustling crowd on the street.

On the desk behind him lay a letter, the sealing wax of which had been removed.

The letter mainly contained suggestions for adjusting the task timeline, and the writer seemed to want to concentrate the tasks from the first half of the year into this quarter.

The letter was signed with a familiar name—Hyda Moira.

"Young, decisive, persistent...and yet another 'youngest funeral director'."

Alvin's lips moved slightly. 6

Although he himself disliked attributing Haida's achievements to the chief hunter, there were indeed undeniable similarities between the father and daughter.

After a moment of hesitation, he finally uttered those words.

"...He really looks like Yaheng."

There was both admiration and concern.

Alvin was delighted by Haidana's extraordinary growth rate, for she was a child he had watched grow up. (Yue)

But at the same time, she worried that she might fall into the same obsessive-compulsive state as that funeral director, becoming an almost completely inhuman executioner, a synonym for fear and death. Fei

The "Red Wolf," bathed in the blood of Meredith. (Skirt)

In addition to adjusting the mission schedule, Haida also requested a transfer order to the execution area. She hopes to travel to the Dark Abyss of Gormouth next quarter... just like Aheng, she likes to go to the most dangerous places.

However, Heda's paperwork complied with the funeral director's regulations, which is a good habit... all thanks to Ms. Marian's influence and teachings over the years.

And ever since her father became the Minister of Funerals... there were no rules that could restrain him anymore. Even if there were, would he still care?

Alvin sighed softly, signed his name on Haida's letter, and then stamped it with the General Affairs Department's seal. The representative approved her proposal.

The head of the General Affairs Division had always been critical of Yaheng, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't say a few bad things about him whenever he had the chance.

The main reason wasn't any grudge... it was probably because more than ten years ago, Yaheng brought Haida back without a word, and when the recorder asked about her identity, he didn't hesitate to say the words "illegitimate daughter"...

The medical secretary worked tirelessly throughout the pandemic, nearly to the point of exhaustion, and ultimately even lost his life.

And the chief hunter, who had been engaged to her for a long time, brought back an illegitimate daughter not long after her death? You're usually a man of few words, but you're ruthless in your actions...

Worst of all, judging by her age, Haida was born before the great plague...

"Alvin, are you there? I'm coming in."

The elegant yet slightly frivolous voice of the Silver Feather Hydra rang out softly.

"Please come in."

Alvin nodded and did not stop him.

As a jet-black raven feather drifted down, Silver Hydra had somehow found herself sitting on the windowsill. She rested her chin on her hand, gazing at Alvin, as if she had been sitting there the entire time.

"Phew... The Secret Service hasn't been too busy lately, so I thought I'd come see you. Why do you look so gloomy? Aren't you welcome?"

Upon hearing this, Alvin smiled and shook his head.

"how could be?"

Silver Hydra lit a slender 8-inch cigarette, took a small puff, and handed it to Alvin. He hesitated for a moment, then finally accepted the cigarette with the lip print on it.

As the embers glowed with a fiery red light, a wisp of minty smoke drifted out.

Alvin had actually quit smoking a long time ago, but he still couldn't refuse Hydra's invitation to "have one".

This was a habit the two had when they were still hunters.

They were in the same group at the time, and after completing the hunt, they would find a secluded place to secretly consume some nicotine, which could effectively numb their minds and relieve the fatigue under the pressure of death.

As for why Alvin, who was originally a veteran hunter, now sits in an office in the General Affairs Department, it all started when he was injured in the knee by a wicked heir...

"Xu."

Alvin exhaled the cool smoke from his throat and then got down to business.

"But... according to your habits, if you just wanted to meet, the only person who would come to me would be a 'calling bird' carrying a secret message."

"Only important intelligence would warrant your personal visit."

Silver Hydra tossed her crimson hair aside, leaned closer, and scrutinized the other with a hint of suspicion.

"Hmm... Alvin, did you get some advance notice?"

"Just a guess," Alvin waved his hand.

"Alright, tell me, what is it? I hope things can calm down this year; the mess left by the Red Cup last year was already enough..."

"It has nothing to do with bloodline."

Silver Hydra raised her index finger, and a crow landed on her knuckle, flapping its wings lightly.

"It is the 'Sons of the Tree of Susans'. Their messenger has come to Norrington and conveyed the intention to communicate after contacting our agents."

"The sons of the Sushu? Those eccentrics are even more reclusive than the priests of the Lamp Cult. What are they planning to do by coming at this time..."

Alvin rubbed his temples, clearly troubled by the situation.

The Sons of the Whiskers belong to a secret sect within a secret sect, and this appears to be their first public appearance in a century. They are neither good nor evil, maintaining an absolutely neutral stance, akin to pure "recorders."

The fact that someone like Suo suddenly ended his hiding and appeared in public... doesn't seem like something good is about to happen.

"Who knows?"

Jiu Yinyu raised an eyebrow slightly, took out a secret letter from her inner pocket, and handed it to Alvin. The letter had a rough, ancient wooden feel, and the sealing wax emblem used to seal it was a huge ancient banyan tree with branches hanging from the sky.

"This is a secret letter from the messenger of Suki no Son, which we asked to deliver to the General Affairs Department. It hasn't been opened yet."

"You should review it yourself before making a decision. If you deem the confidentiality level insufficient after the ruling, remember to come to the Confidentiality Court for a backup."

Alvin took the secret letter without much hesitation, and after reading it, he read aloud the main contents of the letter.

"Hmm... The Sons of Suju want to reopen the library ruins on the outskirts of the northern district and hope to get the support of the Mysteries Hunter and the White Cup. They have set the meeting time for the day after tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, the Silver Feather Hydra narrowed its eyes and stepped forward to grab Alvin's ear.

"Hey, didn't I say this document hasn't been opened yet and its confidentiality level is currently unknown? Why are you reading it to me directly?"

"Just because it wasn't opened doesn't mean it wasn't seen. And you weren't really surprised, were you?"

Alvin raised his eyes and glanced at the Silver Feather Hydra, his gaze somewhat intriguing.

"cough."

The head of the Secret Service agents immediately stopped what he was doing and coughed lightly, seemingly feeling guilty.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said."

After leaving a message, Silver Hydra hurriedly left Alvin's office, leaving only the sound of its leather boots echoing in the corridor.

Alvin looked at the window that had been opened when he came in, and with a hint of helplessness, he went forward and closed it again.

Ever since she mastered this secret technique of transforming into a raven, why does she always seem to avoid the main entrance and instead try to use the window instead...?

……

Vivian rubbed her slightly red eyes and walked wearily through the corridor toward the preparation room.

For some reason, Sister Heda's field missions have been very frequent lately... This has led to a sharp increase in her workload, and her body is really struggling to keep up.

Several newly recruited hunters saw Vivian along the way, and most of them greeted her somewhat reservedly, while she, not quite in her right mind, simply nodded in response rather woodenly.

Once Vivian entered the preparation room, the few sounds of conversation around her became a little clearer.

"She's the only member of Haida's squad?"

A young funeral maid asked her teammate with some curiosity.

"Yes, Agent Vivian is said to be from the Secret Service... She participated in the suppression of the 'Plum Moon Ritual' and the subsequent purge of Sandrank Street."

Her colleague beside her gave a brief response.

"This agent looks rather gloomy; he's probably the same type as Instructor Naor—not easy to get along with. But to be on the same team as that supervisor, he must be a very capable senior..."

At this point, the girl's tone became somewhat wistful.

Unaware of her colleagues' discussion due to her poor mental state, Vivian walked into the preparation room, yawned, and began to carry her equipment according to the regulations of the Secret Service.

Firearms, spare magazines, silver-core bullets, listening devices, lockpicks... and several smoke generators.

In addition, there is a small bag of bird food for feeding the "calling birds".

Unlike the heavily armed funeral maids, agents of the Secret Service travel light during routine fieldwork. Their first reaction to danger is never "elimination," but "evacuation."

As Vivian finished preparing and was about to make herself a cup of coffee to perk herself up, a pair of hands surrounded her from behind. Lu

Then a soft touch enveloped her eyes, leaving only darkness. 6

"Guess who I am?" (Part 3)

A woman's voice, tinged with a hint of amusement, rang in her ear.

Who? Vivian was momentarily startled, but gradually calmed down thanks to the composure of a Secret Service agent.

"Do I really have to guess..." she replied weakly.

"There's a prize for guessing correctly!" The person said in a low voice, trying to make their voice as intelligible as possible.

"Alright then." (She slipped away)

Since that's been said, Vivian had no choice but to start eliminating possibilities one by one based on her experience. (The skirt)

First, although Sister Heda is a frequent visitor to the preparation room, she certainly wouldn't be in the mood for such a childish joke, so she can be ruled out.

Ms. Marian from the Medical Court also frequently accompanied Sister Hedda on visits, but she didn't like playing pranks on others, so she was unlikely to be a suspect. Besides, she was usually very busy and wouldn't have had the time for such things.

Dr. Fran's words are plausible, but she rarely appears at the Hunter's Headquarters. Furthermore, according to Sister Haida, she's currently conducting research and is very busy…

As for Manager Silver Feather Hydra... she's got plenty of free time, has a habit of joking around, and has indeed done similar things quite a few times. She's highly suspicious.

"Why do you take so long to think about it? Are you praying?"

The man's words carried a faint, enigmatic smile.

In the end, Vivian made her decision.

"Silver Feather Hydra Manager, is this kind of childish game fun?"

"Hey……"

Fran lowered his hand from her eyes and walked leisurely and slowly to her side. His amber eyes sparkled brightly.