Mystery: The Star Key

Last URL: Monday, December 12, 1352.

King's College Backlund Technical University.

Like before, Melissa pushed open the door to the office earlier than usual.

When the pocket watch time pointed to seven o'clock, the air in the studio suddenly became a little cold.

But Melissa was ready.

A messenger with four heads, Ms. Reinette Tinichole outlined her figure in the room. She was still wearing a gorgeous gothic black dress.

Melissa lifted her skirt, ready to say hello to Miss Messenger.

But she was a little surprised to find that Ms. Reinette Tinichole seemed to come empty-handed this time.

"Good morning." Melissa blinked, "Ms. Reinette Tinichole."

"Melissa..." "Good morning..."

The four heads said in sequence:

"This week..." "Igna..."

"No..." "To..." "You..." "Write a letter..."

"Huh?" Melissa was stunned.

Melissa's first reaction was whether Igna was running out of "postage."

But then Melissa thought about it, and it didn't seem right.

If it's really because of the lack of "postage", how did Miss Courier come here?

"Did he have an accident?" Melissa asked immediately.

No matter how busy Ignat was at work, he was able to find time to write letters.

If he is really too busy, he will also ask the messenger to send a condolence text message with only a few lines and some local specialties. Just like last week.

"I'm not so sure either……"

Reinette Tinichole replied.

"Last week..." "He..." "Give me the letter..." "When..."

"Looks like..." "There are..." "Some..." "My mind..."

"He..." "In the letter..." "I mentioned..." "Did..."

Melissa was stunned.

Last week... Last week, his letter was indeed a little too short.

Basically just told her that he had successfully promoted to the Mystic Mage. In addition, the City of Silver Planning has completed the preparation and implementation of the seventh version.

Then, there is nothing.

Melissa suddenly felt an inexplicable nervousness when she thought of this.

He has something on his mind...

But he said nothing in the letter.

Is there something wrong with the job at the City of Silver?

Another thought suddenly popped up.

No, Melissa quickly denied this possibility.

Ignatius is rarely overly troubled by things at work. And if there is a bottleneck in the work, he will not worry about it alone.

He will be very candid in the letter to ask her relevant opinions. Over the past few months, Melissa has also contributed a lot of her own ideas for the City of Silver's travel construction efforts.

So...what the **** happened.

Melissa clenched her skirt tightly.

"No." Melissa shook her head. "He didn't say anything in his letter last week."

"It's just last week that his tone seemed a little sluggish."

Melissa glanced back at the thick stack of letters on the table, and at the lemon tea and lemon pie she had brought from home this week.

She wanted to ask her to bring these things to Igna, in addition to thanking Miss Messenger. She made it herself over the weekend under Ruth's direction.

But now it seems...

After Melissa thought about it, she made a serious decision.

"Do you know where he is now?" she asked solemnly.

"Can we go find him together?"

She wanted to give him the cake herself.

If he really has something difficult to resolve, she also hopes that she can share one or two for him at this time.

Reinette Tinichole's eight blood-red eyes blinked simultaneously.

But immediately, there was a very regretful look on the four bright and bright faces of the messenger lady.

"I..." "I don't know..." "He..." "Where..."

"Today..." "Want to..." "Find him..." "Confirm..."

"But..." "He is..." "Yes..." "Mystic..."

"He..." "Hid..." "I..." "Hidden..."

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December 24, 1352, Saturday night at 22:45.

Ignace Sue Lilance's second play, "House by the Sea," is on its third and final day.

However, tickets for the Trafalgar Theatre are still hard to come by, and even standing tickets are sold out.

And, after the performance ended, the cheers in the venue could not end for a long time. The staff also let the audience cheer and cheer, and let them express their sincerest congratulations and best wishes to the performers.

Melissa quietly came to the backstage of the show.

At this time, all the theater actors went to the performance stage, so the preparation room was empty.

This is not the first time Melissa has sneaked in. In the past three days and six performances, she has quietly come to the stage preparation room at this time.

At this time, the preparation room looked messy because no one was tidying up, and the touch-up tools used by many actors before going on stage were scattered on the table.

Perhaps because it was the last show, the prep room seemed to be more chaotic than it was a few days ago.

However, everyone has an extra bouquet of flowers on their desks.

It was not the congratulatory bouquet that only the protagonist could receive as in the past, but every actor and every staff member had flowers on their desks.

Moreover, each bouquet of flowers also has a delicate card inserted.

Melissa tiptoed closer and picked up one of them quietly.

"To actress Miss Grint, thank you for the most perfect performance of Christina. -Igna Sue Lilance."

Look at the next one.

"To the actor Mr. Holland, thank you for bringing Thomas from the script to life. - Igna Sue Lilance."

Familiar handwriting suddenly appeared on the paper. Melissa's hand suddenly clenched tightly.

It was the first time in two weeks that she had gotten so close to Igna.

She had been looking for him for two weeks.

But never succeeded in seeing him.

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In fact, Melissa received a letter from Igna this week.

This week, like last week, Igna sent her a text message.

There isn't much on the letter, but a brief apology for not sending a letter last week. And explained that because of the digestion of the magician's potion, he needed a period of new travel and precipitation.

In the letter he wrote in a few words about the little things he saw during his travels. It's still not long.

Ms. Reinette Tinichole also told Melissa how she met Igna this week.

"He..." "It's okay..." "Body..." "Very well..."

"Just..." "Spirit..." "Some..." "Slump..."

"No..." "Contaminated..." "The..." "Trace..."

"It's safe..." "You can..." "Relax..." "It's..."

But Melissa has her own opinion.

The content reflected in the letter is more intuitive to her.

He's not doing well.

However, when Melissa offered to meet Igna, Ms. Reinette Tinichole shook her head and said she could do nothing.

"Sorry..." "I..." "Can't find..." "He..."

"Except..." "Send a letter..." "The..." "When..."

Mystic...

How difficult is it to find a magician who deliberately hides himself, a magician who cannot be accurately located even by an angel-level messenger?

Melissa closed her eyes.

She glanced at the writing on the card again, and quietly put the card back.

Judging from the state of the flowers, these flowers...should have just been placed here.

Possibly up to 3 minutes ago.

Melissa used the appraiser's ability to make a full judgment.

very good.

Melissa quietly clenched her fists to cheer herself up.

Her analysis was not wrong. Ignatius really delivered bouquets to the actors during the last performance.

She was about to find him.

She must be able to find him.

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Saturday, December 24, 1352 at 23:45.

The Trafalgar Theatre has finally sent off its last guests of the day.

The field staff carefully cleans the sanitation in the field.

The guests who can come to the theater are well educated, so their job is not to clean and sanitize, but to see if any guests have missed anything.

Only one staff member picked up 15 Ruen gold pounds on the ground in box 14. Although the blank envelope said "ticket fee", the staff still sent it to the lost and found office.

After the inspection, the gaffer turned off the last light in the theater~www.readwn.com~ and was ready to ride his bike back to the rented apartment.

There was silence on the stage.

But in the blank space next to the chairs in Box 14 on the second floor, there seemed to be a sudden movement of the curtain.

A gentleman in a neat three-piece suit walked out like this.

Black hair and blue eyes, neatly dressed gentleman's three-piece suit.

He stood quietly in the box watching the empty stage.

for a long time. for a long time.

Almost like a lonely statue.

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Note 1: Reference for the abilities of the mystic, Volume 6 The Light Chaser, Chapter 44 The Lion Fights the Rabbit.

Another note: House by the Sea, a play by Zweig.