Only after losing it can one know how important light and heat are to people. It is not just a physiological effect, but more of a psychological one.
At least for Su'er, everything in this world is too depressing, so he craves the bright and warm light of the sun even more.
"Mr. Monkey likes that place very much?", returning to the old place made Think feel quite complicated. She asked casually while scanning the familiar scenes around her: "Or is it that you can't bear to part with the pool where we can bathe together?"
"...How can you still dare to talk about bathing?",Su'er rolled his dead fish eyes and looked at the woman beside him.
"Hmm~, your reaction is very interesting~", without any signs of shame or embarrassment, Think even smiled and nodded at Su'er.
Interesting my ass!
Too lazy to argue with this forest elf with a different worldview, Su'er rolled his eyes in anger and then quickened his pace, walking towards the nearest treehouse.
Different worlds, different races, different cultures. It is unreasonable to demand these different races to conform to his worldview, so he just needs to run away according to the situation.
According to Think, the Flügel attack on this city was nearly twenty years ago. Although it was just the most ordinary wooden structure, it was still extremely strong after such a long time without repairs. When the shoes landed on the steps covered with moss and fungi, he couldn't even feel the slightest shaking, let alone any creaking sounds.
The only unsafe point was probably the slight slipperiness when the shoes rubbed against the wet moss.
"Eh? I thought that even if Mr. Monkey didn't say it, he would actually be enjoying it... Now this kind of reaction makes me feel a bit bored~-- Hmm?"
Following Su'er's steps and slowly walking to the door of the treehouse, Think tilted her head curiously. In front of her, Su'er raised a hand and blocked her in front, signaling her not to continue forward.
"First, let's confirm, can you, Think, tell how long the counterattack traps set by the Elf you discovered before have existed?", bending down and looking at the wooden door in front of him with a solemn expression, Su'er asked in a low voice.
"...Judging from the remaining number of spirit, it is a newly set-up magic circle. The specific time cannot be accurately estimated without using magic to investigate. What's wrong? Did something happen?", she gave the answer immediately. After hearing Su'er's address to her, Think realized that this man had discovered something, so she stopped joking.
"Ah, it's a discovery that makes people have to be nervous", Su'er took two steps to the side to make a space for Think, and signaled for Think to come forward to check, "Look..."
The most obvious thing was the handprint on the wooden door. Just from the slightly concave mark, it could be seen how much force the owner of the hand had used. But compared to this somewhat subtle mark, what was more obvious was the place where the bottom of the wooden door met the ground.
Was it the benefit of pure natural materials? After more than twenty years of not being used, long vines had grown from the surface of the wooden door, and even the bottom part that was in contact with the ground was joined together by tufts of moss, without any gaps - it should have been like this.
But what was presented in front of Su'er and Think were broken vines and obvious scraping marks on the ground. A lot of moss mixed with dirt was also crushed in the gaps, and there was a small distance between the place where the wooden door was currently staying and the dividing line of the normal moss.
Very fresh marks, so fresh that these tenacious plants had no time to cover them again.
"...The only things I can find are these. The general situation is that the owner of this hand slapped this wooden door hard. The huge force made this door turn inwards, and then it bounced back, so it stopped in the middle", he was really not a detective, and the only things Su'er could observe and conclude were these.
Modern criminal investigation is a very huge field of study.
"I have no objection", she just nodded simply. Think had no other different ideas about Su'er's analytical thinking. She just stared intently at the handprint on the wooden door, "This handprint..."
Her face was solemn.
"Ah, you noticed it too, right?", it was much easier to communicate with a smart person. Su'er immediately asked in a low voice: "If possible, please be sure to tell me for sure that the level of the magic trap is the normal level of your forest elf children, and if it's convenient, please also tell me that your underage children can run around everywhere, for example, come here to play..."
Although he tried to make the question humorous, neither Su'er nor Think had any intention of laughing.
"Obviously, that's impossible", her two beautiful eyebrows were already tightly furrowed together, and Think's brain was eliminating one possibility after another.
And the reason why the two of them were in a posture as if facing a great enemy was also very simple. The handprint left on the wooden door was too small. If Su'er were to compare it simply, the size of this handprint was probably not much different from Nana's hand.
Isn't that still a child?
But it was precisely this hand, which looked like a child's hand, that left such a brutal mark.
"Is there a possibility, I mean, just a possibility", Su'er stroked his chin with a solemn expression, and began to outline the image of the existence in this location in his mind, "The owner of this hand is probably about the same height as you, putting aside the issue of body fatness, but he has a pair of very small hands... Just a guess, not necessarily correct."
The reason why he came to this conclusion was that compared to the size of a child's palm, the position of this palm print was a bit too high, a place that a child could not possibly slap.
"...Puff."
Although the atmosphere was already very tense, Think couldn't help but be amused by the image she had constructed in her mind following Su'er's words. What kind of monster would have such a distorted body proportion?
"How is that possible, hahahaha", she couldn't help it a little, and Think laughed out loud continuously, "No matter how you think about it, you should infer that this monster was in a state of flying, right? There aren't even footprints on the ground, are there? There are no traces of being pushed or trampled on the dirt that was turned out when the doors were pushed open..."
Wait, monster? Flying?
Although it was just a random association, a figure of a certain race flashed through Think's mind like an electric shock, and then she herself dismissed it.
Even she herself thought it was stupid.