"Good morning, Father Nightingale," Evelyn said, dressed in elegant attire and wearing a distinguished noble hat, as she arrived at the orphanage, claiming to be returning in triumph.

"Good morning, my child. What brings you here?" The priest, with a few wrinkles on his face, appeared young and dignified for his age over fifty.

"Nothing urgent, just some business. I was hoping to borrow some records from the orphanage," Evelyn gestured towards Turing and Merka behind her and asked, "Is that possible?"

The priest noticed Turing and Merka behind Evelyn—a black dress for Turing and formal attire for Merka—and smiled knowingly. "Of course, it's good to have someone willing to pay attention to a lonely orphanage like this."

The priest politely stepped aside to let Turing and Merka pass, continuing to chat with Evelyn about trivial matters. It wasn't until Turing walked past Evelyn that he heard him whisper, "In this vast and lonely orphanage, Nightingale is the only staff member, the director in fact. You can go to the office and look for information, while I chat with the director."

Turing nodded and entered the orphanage with Merka. "It's quite big," Turing exclaimed.

A square courtyard-style structure with two floors of cottages and a large open area with children’s playground equipment. Turing climbed to the second floor and looked down. Plastic slides, tire swings, see-saws—many things Turing had never seen before were there on display.

But what's the point of having all these things? The fate of a demon's child is set, no matter how much they struggle.

Turing thought indifferently.

"Take the left corridor and the third room... Ah, here it is, the office." Merka walked past Turing, checking each door along the way. "Come here, Xixi."

"Okay, I'm coming." Turing followed Merka into the orphanage's office. "Why haven't we seen any children? Where did they all go?"

"I don't know, maybe they're having breakfast?" Merka walked straight to the director's desk. The shiny solid wood desk reflected Merka's face.

"By the way, what about the cursed children when they grow up? I heard that they face discrimination when looking for jobs, and even if they have money, they can't buy a house."

Turing saw Merka approach the desk, and went to the nearby bookshelf to look for information.

"They have to hide in the crowds to survive. They have to conceal their faces and identities just to get by, much like Mr. Shou, the chef," Merka searched through the books, gradually lowering his head, his tone becoming melancholic.

"They have to hide their appearances and live in secrecy," Turing thought to himself. "Oh... right, Merka also has the demon's disease... I've been ignoring that... Oh... I said the wrong thing... I hope Merka doesn't like me any less because of it."

Although Turing simulated apologizing to Merka in his mind, his face remained expressionless, and he had no intention of apologizing with his lips.

Instead, Turing tried to shift the conversation quickly to avoid an awkward atmosphere.

Coincidentally, the book Turing was flipping through had an interesting selection.

"Merka... look at the classification in this book," Turing said.

"A list of children categorized by disease type..." Merka put down the book and came to Turing's side by the bookshelf. "What's the matter?"

"Eyes, tongue, ears, skin, nose...there are only five types of demon's diseases, and it seems that the organs affected by the illnesses correspond to the five senses of a person." Turing pointed to the table of contents in the book.

"And it's strange, according to the description in this book, these diseases seem to be... how should I put it... very precise?" Turing flipped a few pages, displaying the corresponding content in front of Merka.

"If someone has this kind of illness and loses their tongue, when they reach a certain age, their chin will definitely rot. It doesn't rot a little more or a little less."

"Like Evelett, who can only prolong her life through modern technology..."

"According to what the chef said, if he only had a rotten face, it seems like there should be no corresponding symptoms, right?" Turing said.

"That's right."

"So, he is not the cursed child. Was he intentionally lying?"

"When I watched him cook, I saw that his hand that reached out did indeed have skin. He shouldn't be suffering from demon-related skin disease."

Merka raised her forehead and gently tapped her head, trying to remember.

"The reason for deliberately hiding his appearance may be to facilitate escape after committing the crime. That makes sense," Merka said. "The chef also came a year ago, after Judah and Prince An."

"In that case, he might have been planning to attack for a long time? I just checked the history list of the orphanage and didn't find the name of the chef mentioned by Wutong," Turing said.

[Wait? But he can do magic? A man can't do magic without suffering from demon-related illness.]

[So, he should be the cursed child, but he is hiding his appearance for the sake of committing crimes.]

[No, something seems off...]

"Are you sure the chef is a man?" Turing asked Merka in confusion.

"Of course, I can be sure of that. He has an Adam's apple, a deep voice, and a stronger physique. What's wrong?" Merka asked in puzzlement.

[Since he is the cursed child, he must have some kind of physical defect. Why didn't he use that as an excuse to seek sympathy from the manager and instead said he had disfigured himself?]

"I can only assume that person may know nothing about the cursed child, otherwise, he would not say such an easily exposed lie—there is no disfigurement caused by demon-related disease," Turing pondered.

"That's contradictory, isn't it?"

"But now that I think about it, I don't really know anything about the cursed child."

"Among the cursed children, boys can use magic... what about the girls?"

"Why do the gods give boys the right to use magic? In theory, if I hadn't heard about the cursed child, I would think men can never use magic."

"In the end, why can only women use magic?"

Turing stood still, his mind racing faster and faster. The feeling of almost grasping something, but missing it every time, drove Turing crazy.

"Oh right..."

"There is one most strange thing, right in front of our eyes."

"Merka... why do you have eyes?" Turing suddenly asked, "The book says that if you have demon's curse about the eyes, the patient's eyeballs would completely rot."