Mystery: Paradox Path

"Hugh, you're back, how long have I been working?" Forsi didn't seem to notice the puppet in Xiu's arms, and greeted lazily, even turning his head to look at the clock hanging on the wall. to do it.

"More than an hour." Xio looked coldly at Forsi, who wanted to sink into the sofa, and found a place that was not easy to get dirty, put down the doll in his arms, and carefully adjusted the position of the joints so that the She could stand there firmly.

"If I really want to do it, my speed is quite fast!" Fors muttered to himself, and Xio suddenly said with a black line:

"So your writing is ready?"

Forsi asked, with the expression "You want me to die, right?" on his face, and said speechlessly: "How can it be so fast? Even if it's just a short story, it must have a hundred or so pages. Today's efficiency can be written in about ten days..."

"Why is it a question sentence?" Xio looked at Fors with burning eyes, but Forsi said in a tired and paralyzed posture:

"I've been burnt out just now, at least two days, no, at least three days of rest before I can start writing again!"

[To tell the truth, recently I have been using Mimi to read and read books to keep up with updates, switch sources, and read aloud tones, which can be used by both Android and Apple. 】

"Oh." Xio nodded and didn't say more, but this time Forsi was stunned.

If it was changed before, Xio would definitely have to mumble a few words, why is it so simple today?

Speaking of...

"Where did you go just now?"

"I went to Mr. Pandre Dax and asked about your reasons. By the way, I received a mission worth a hundred commissions." Riding boots, although wearing them to go out can make her more confident, but it is really not very friendly to those small feet.

"One hundred commissions? Are you crazy? It was only ten commissions to protect workers from strikes before!" Forsi was so frightened that he bounced off the sofa, looked at Xio in disbelief, and then regretted a little:

"Blame me!"

"It has nothing to do with you!" Xio wanted to make Fors feel guilty, but seeing her expression, she couldn't help but explain:

"Your problem is the consequences of violating the contract. As for me, it's actually a long-term task. Well, that's it."

Forsi had already guessed that her conscience was distressed because of the breach of contract, but she didn't care too much, she just followed Xio's hand and looked over. Then, she suddenly found out that there was one more person at home who didn't know before. Something that existed, his eyes widened suddenly: "Doll? When did you put it there?"

"I just got it back." Seeing Fors' reaction, Xio finally felt relieved, and then explained, "My new task is to take this doll to the famous entertainment venues in Backlund every day, and then at night. Just bring it back, but I need to find someone to help identify it first to avoid the possibility that it is an explosive."

"I see, it sounds like it's quite relaxing." Forsi got up from the sofa, leaned in front of the exquisite doll, and looked at it with a tsk tsk, and turned to Xio with a slightly teasing expression—

"Speaking of which, this puppet makes me feel like you when you grow up. Do you think Mr. Snow did it after you? But you are twenty-four years old, and you will be grow up?"

"I can definitely grow taller!" Xio muttered angrily, and then said:

"You'd better not get too close, I always think there may be something wrong with this doll."

"It's normal to have a problem! If there's no problem, who would spend a hundred gold pounds worth of commissions to let you go shopping with a doll every day?" Fors said as a matter of course, reaching out and poking the doll's face.

Although it is sintered with clay, it has an inconceivably moist touch, and the fingers are lightly rubbed, as if scratching the skin of a young girl.

"It's amazing! I've seen one that is about the same size as this one in the Roselle doll shop before, and the workmanship is much rougher. Do you know how much that doll is priced?" Xio shook his head, and Forsi said to himself:

"Eight hundred pounds! That doll costs a full eight hundred pounds!"

"Oh, it's still a relatively normal price." Xio nodded and said, "The base price of this 1:2 life-size doll is around 500 pounds, and it is not uncommon to buy a fine product for 800 pounds, if it is made by a master. , the price can easily exceed a thousand gold pounds, I used to..."

Having said that, Xio suddenly shook his head and didn't say any more. Forsi probably understood that Xio had remembered his past again, shook his head and changed the subject:

"Speaking of identification, do you have a more reliable identification channel?"

"No." Xio shook his head in frustration, only to realize that there were no Beyonders in his circle who were good at identification. In the past, there was Mr. A who could help, but now, the host there is Mr. V, who belongs to this doll. Owner.

"That can't be helped, I'll try to get out of my circle." Forsi sighed, thinking about asking Mr. Fool to help him. The gentleman seemed to be very kind, and he could even help with Beyonder materials and formulas. Sacrifice and gift, help identify the item should be no problem, right? perhaps.

"Your circle? When did you have a circle that I didn't know about?" Xio looked at Fors suspiciously, but Fors did not explain the existence of the Tarot Club, but said:

"Anyway, I'll give you the results as soon as possible."

"Then you have to be careful~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Don't do dangerous things!" Xio hesitated for a while, but still didn't reject Fors's kindness. As a best friend who often mocks her brain, Fors is intellect and cautious. are stronger than themselves.

"It's just not working hard enough." Xio shook his head, turned and walked towards the kitchen. Seeing Forsi's "burned out" attitude, he probably wouldn't be able to cook today.

...

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

"Who, Mr. Devil is having afternoon tea today? No, it's a female voice..." In the afternoon, Klein, who was protecting his child at a jeweler's house in the West District, muttered a few words silently in his heart, talking to a few other private individuals. The detective said hello and went to the bathroom to enter above the gray fog. Then, he saw the crimson star with the sound of prayer.

"Miss Magician?"

Although Klein was puzzled, he did not think much, but immediately spread his spirituality. Then, he heard the prayer from Miss Magician:

"Mr. Fool, a friend of mine has received a request to send a doll to the famous entertainment venue in Backlund every day. She suspects that this doll may be dangerous, so I beg you to help me identify it. This doll..."

"I have a friend series? Or is it really a commission from a friend?" Klein raised his eyebrows, feeling a little curious in his heart. After thinking for a while, he sat at the top of the long bronze table and began to write lines of divination sentences. After several minutes of complicated divination, he finally made up his mind. First, he recorded a piece of audio, and after the sound was modified, he transmitted it. To Miss Magician.

...

Forsi, who had finished her prayer, just lay back on the sofa, and her eyes were suddenly covered in mist. Then, a majestic voice sounded in her ears—

"I will send a favored person to deal with..."