London. The Hawkins.

There are some pale Hawkins leaning on the bed, looking at the red sister gloomily: "What do you say? If snow has no departure record? Didn't you leave Country Y? But didn't she go home?"

She said she wanted to go home, but she didn't go home. Where did she go? There's something wrong with this.

"Why are you telling me now?" Hawkins asked with a sullen face.

"Actually, at first I didn't expect to verify the snow-like things, mainly because I haven't seen snow for several days to contact me." Red Sister looked worried, said this, paused a little, looked at Hawkins, and continued: "Because normally,...