Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

101: Cyan's Anxiety

#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!

"No, I don't intend to back off. I'm getting interested. Especially at Qe-whose personality you are." Whisk is honest. He was curious about Qerza's mysterious personality.

"Qerza's? You're right, he's the strategist in my head. But, he was the most sentimental, melancholic, and callous person. Both? Fabella, of course."

"I didn't say that, Haz." Whisk looked confusedly at Haz, then remembered that the woman was like a psychic. "You're playing me."

"I've never played you, Whisk," Haz protested.

"You're toying with everyone, Haz," said Whisk as he stared flatly at the long-haired woman.

Haz remained silent as he puffed his cheeks and folded his hands in front of his chest. He's lashing.

Whisk smiled, then said to Haz, "Sorry, Haz. I was just kidding. Don't be mad, will you?"

Haz replies, "Your jokes aren't funny and are so outrageous, Whisky Woods."

From distance ....

They look so happy .., Nich thought. There's no way I can get into that circle, right?

All of a sudden, Nich's phone rang loudly. There's a phone coming in. He immediately picked it up.

For some reason, after receiving the call, Nich's jaw hardened. He hurried away from there, as if there was no time to look at Haz and Whisk's intimacy.

Towards the patient's room occupied by Zenneth ....

What if I go with them? That's what Cyan thought.

But everything has happened. Cyan can't blame Haz or Whisk either, because they have their own world. She knows Haz and Whisk are busy expressing their feelings and suspicions. As for Zenneth, the woman prefers not to interfere with the approach relationship between her best friend and a Caucasian woman who is admired by long-haired women and chooses to look at the latest brand output.

What if I didn't refuse to come? Are you going to be like this too? Or am I going to be like this? cyan asked inwardly, regretfully.

"Huh ...." Cyan breathed a heavy sigh. "Zenneth fast siuman. I feel guilty seeing you become like this."

"Bug!" Cyan could hear something happening outside the room. He did not know exactly what, but, it seemed like something had fallen onto the floor.

When Cyan checked from the window, there was nothing or anyone. Suspicious and unpleasant feelings ambushed him.

Where's the cop that was on guard? Cyan remembered that there was a policeman standing guard there. He's starting to worry. I need to call Haz and Whisk to get back here. I'm not sure I can take good care of Zenneth.

Cyan immediately pulled out the phone from inside his pants pocket. He called Haz. Finally, the phone hooked up with the long-haired woman.

"Hurry back here. I want to say something. It looks like Zenneth is really in danger," Cyan told Haz, who was in the hospital park with the Whisk.

"I understand."

As soon as the phone was closed by the receiving party, Cyan walked back and forth while biting his fingernails impatiently. Luckily he didn't hurt his finger.

My feelings aren't good.