I Only Sell Murder Houses

When I came out of the restroom, Seventh Master was still resting with his eyes closed.

I woke him up, but I didn’t tell him about the note. I only told him to eat something.

After breakfast, the words written on that note kept weighing on my mind, leaving me so restless that I couldn’t even focus on my book.

I kept waiting for the person who had handed me the note to come back, but he never did.

The dining car on the high-speed train was at the rear of the train, and we were currently in the middle section. He had just pushed the cart out from the rear and headed toward the front, so in the end, he would definitely have to turn back and return to the dining car at the rear.

But even by the time we got off the train, he still hadn’t come back.

I had no need to go looking for him either, because I knew that if I did, I definitely wouldn’t find him.

After we got off the train and reached the exit, someone was there holding a sign to pick us up.

Only after seeing the name written on the sign did I learn Seventh Master’s real name.