Chapter 47: The Undeliverable Delivery (VI)
You didn't care about other people's families when you were a kid, and you didn't care about what they did in the army, and now that you're in society, you don't really want to get involved in that kind of stuff.
So you tell the woman on the phone that you don't need any serious money, that you'll stop by later when you're delivering the courier, and that you'll forget about taking pictures, because you think it's not good to pry into other people's privacy, and advise her to find a professional.
The owner of the courier was disappointed to hear that you didn't know how to take pictures. She said she was a long distance train crew member, worked a lot and had a small life, and didn't know how to find a private investigator, but thank you.
You hear that she is a reasonable person who will catch you asking for help and is perhaps just sick and desperate.
With this feeling, you knock on her door with the delivery in your arms.
The door is opened by a distinguished-looking man with glasses, who opens the door with regret, and when he sees the uniform you are wearing, his puzzlement turns to surprise.
"Whose delivery is it?"
He naturally reached for it.
You give the name of the owner of the delivery and ask him to sign on your behalf.