Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1283 Exchange
The next day, Angel Gray arrived at the gate of Tingen University early and watched unfamiliar classmates walk into the campus gate alone or in groups of two or three.

She was wearing a white women's lace shirt of fine texture, with delicate patterns faintly visible at the collar and cuffs. The top two buttons were undone, revealing a small patch of fair skin below her neck and on her chest. She was wearing a beige cardigan jacket on the outside, which was loosely draped over her shoulders, revealing the curves of her upper body outlined by the shirt.

The slender legs are wrapped in a pair of blue jeans, which not only highlight the beautiful figure of the lower body, but also form a wonderful contrast with the lace pattern of the shirt that is not tucked into the waistband.

Students passing by would cast their eyes over from time to time. "Angel Granger" didn't know them, but they knew that there was such a classmate on campus who had outstanding looks and a temperament that was even more outstanding than the stars on TV.

Her outfit today was different from usual, as it highlighted her feminine charm and attracted a lot of attention.

Gray, who had become the focus of everyone, felt a little uneasy. She quickly glanced at the school gate and suddenly found a figure with black hair and a shawl walking towards her. Her expression froze, then she forced out a smile and walked towards him.

"Angel!"

Chick, who was dressed similarly to usual in a conservative black dress, widened her eyes when she saw what Gray was wearing. She shouted in surprise, then walked over faster and stretched out her arms to hug her.

This intimate action made Gray's whole body stiff, and her mind recalled some unpleasant experiences. It was not until Chick opened his arms and looked at her with surprise that she relaxed.

"Angel, you are dressed so beautifully today! You look a bit like the recently famous actress, Audrey Hall!"

Miss Justice actually became a star in my dream... She is the most beautiful non-witch I know, even more beautiful than many witches... Gray was startled, then noticed that their hug had attracted too many classmates' attention, and quickly said perfunctorily:

"I just wanted to change the style today... Let's hurry to class, we're going to be late."

As she spoke, she overcame her inner discomfort, took Chick's arm, and walked quickly into the school gate.

……

Klein breathed a sigh of relief in the dark as he watched Chick being half-dragged into the school gate by Gray.

The first step was completed successfully. According to the information Adam got, the "Original Witch" Chick transferred here not long ago. She was not that familiar with Angel Granger, and she didn't like to use social software, so it was difficult to find flaws... He thought, walked out from behind a bush, adjusted his glasses, stood at the school gate, and waited for his target.

In less than two minutes, the real Angel came over in a hurry. Under Adam's "arrangement", she was delayed by various accidents and arrived at school five minutes later than usual. She "coincidentally" ran into Sherlock Moriarty at the door and greeted him with a smile:
"Good morning, Mr. Moriarty."

She was wearing a light yellow sweater today. The round collar was slightly loose, revealing a bit of almost transparent skin and delicate collarbone. The hem of the sweater was tucked into a dark blue knee-length skirt, which swayed gently with her steps, revealing black pantyhose wrapped around her well-proportioned calves and simple black flat shoes, which was full of the vitality of a young woman.

While adjusting her skirt, Angel looked around, as if looking for the companion who would wait for her here every day.

The "Original Witch" you're waiting for has been kidnapped by another Angel... Klein laughed secretly, walked forward, and whispered:
"I looked into the two things you mentioned last night and found some clues."

"Really? Those drinks...what's going on?"

Angel's attention was immediately drawn to this question and he looked over.

Klein smiled mysteriously and continued in a low voice:

"Those drinks are indeed problematic. They may enhance physical fitness, but they also have adverse effects on the body... Did you have strange dreams after drinking 'Assassin', or did you hear strange whispers from time to time?"

Angel's beautiful purple eyes widened in surprise:

"It's true!"

Sure enough, even if it had been digested once, taking the second dose of the potion in a dream would cause some spiritual instability... Klein nodded as if he had expected this, and said:
"Come on, I'll take you to that supermarket and figure this out."

"But, class is about to start..."

Angel's expression became a little dull, and he looked around and found that other students had already entered the campus.

"It's okay. I'll ask for leave from other teachers for you. Besides, you don't want to be absent-minded in class with doubts all the time, right?"

Klein guided the other party.

After being promoted to Sequence 1 and completely mastering the "Source Castle", he is not only a "fortune teller" but also a "thief" and has the ability of a "swindler"!

Sure enough, "legitimate skipping classes" became the last straw that broke Angel's back. She nodded hesitantly and said:
"Well, thank you, Mr. Moriarty."

……

Since the supermarket was not far from the school, the two did not take the subway or taxi, but walked directly there.

This was the result of Klein's deliberate guidance. He strolled along the spacious modern streets, stepped on the broken light spots reflected by the glass curtain walls of the tall buildings, smelled the air mixed with the perfume of passers-by and the aroma of various foods, and looked at Angel who was also squinting his eyes and enjoying the rare and comfortable time. He suddenly felt like he had returned to the Tingen period when he had just "traveled through time" and met Angel.

At that time, the two of them went to work and went home together every day, practiced shooting, and looked for the "dark red chimney". In the short time they spent together, they quickly established mutual trust and adapted to the feeling of having each other by their side.

And after being rescued several times in battle, Klein developed a special feeling for this beautiful and powerful woman that went beyond that of a colleague and partner.

It wasn't until the day I lost her that I realized I couldn't live without her. Fortunately, we both had a second chance, instead of being buried next to each other in Raphael Cemetery... Klein took a deep breath and slowed down his pace so that Angel could catch up, and so that the two of them could spend more time alone.

Just as the two of them walked past a street-side shop with a Chinese sign that sold Chinese food, Angel next to Klein suddenly asked:
"Mr. Moriarty, have you ever heard of the name 'Zhou Mingrui'?"

Zhou Mingrui's heartbeat quickened inside Sherlock. He turned to look at Angel with a curious expression and asked:
"Where did you hear that name?"

Angel's steps subconsciously slowed down, his eyes were a little blurry, and he replied after a moment:

"Yesterday in your class, those Chinese phrases formed a name in my mind... Could this be some historical figure that I just happened to have heard of?"

Yesterday's efforts were indeed useful. At least they made her a little confused about the name... Klein's thoughts raced, and he finally decided not to expose himself in a hurry. He said:
"Maybe it's someone you knew before? You just forgot about him, so you feel familiar with him when you see his name."

Hearing this answer, Angel curled his lips and hesitated to speak.

Klein, who was familiar with her, seemed to hear a voice muttering, "How is that possible? My memory is very good."

He smiled, and instead of exposing the other person's inner thoughts, he asked:

"What strange dreams did you have after drinking the 'Assassin' drink? Was there this 'Zhou Mingrui' in the dream?"

"No, not him... maybe there are, but I don't know their names." Angel scratched his hair, his expression seemed touched by memories, "During lunch break or recess, I would dream of some movie-like scenes, where another me participated in battles with guns, swords and strange abilities, met some companions I didn't even know in reality, and then... watched them die in battle."

This... is she recovering her memory? Klein was a little happy and immediately asked:
"What about tonight?"

Angel pursed his lips, looked at the cars whizzing by on the road, and said carefully:

"That was a completely different dream. The ground was cracking, the moon was falling, monsters were coming out from everywhere... It was like the end of the world. In that dream, I was different from the daytime. I didn't participate in it at all. Instead, I was like a bystander, high above..."

The end of the world... could it be because of Old Neil's flyer? But it seems like it was influenced by the "primitive creator" from a high position. Could those scenes be what happened when the old world was destroyed and the "primitive" woke up and split?
As Klein was thinking, Angel turned his head to look at him. An imperceptible shadow crept onto his face, and his tone was filled with worry:

"Mr. Moriarty, will the world really end?"

Klein looked at the pair of eyes that were different from the usual firm and clear ones. They were a little confused, and asked back:

"Do you really believe that in more than ten years, monsters will emerge from the ground, the sun will go out, and the moon will fall?"

Angel shook his head.

"I didn't believe it at first, but those drinks have effects that I never dared to imagine... If 'Assassin' is real, then what about 'Doomsday'?" Klein asked with a smile on his face.

"If it's true, what would you do? Live the rest of your life well, or..."

"I..." Angel seemed to be stumped by his question and stopped walking. "I don't know, but if those 'drinks' can really give people extraordinary powers, I might do my part to stop everything from happening."

Even if she lost her memory, she would still do this... Feeling the other person's determined eyes, Klein did not answer, but pointed in front of the two of them:

“That supermarket is here.”

----

In the drowsy philosophy class, Angel Gray was flipping through the book absentmindedly while looking at the "Original Witch" Chick who was also not listening to the class.

No, is she really the original witch? She looks like an ordinary college student, just a little clingy, and only clingy to Angel... Gray had doubts in his mind, and he leaned down and asked softly:

"Qike, you just transferred here not long ago, why are you always following me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that this sentence was a bit impolite, so she added:

"I remember you said you had a boyfriend who disappeared in China. Why don't you go look for him?"

The woman, who was equally striking in appearance but seemed to be deliberately dressed conservatively, blinked and said with a smile:

"Actually, I don't know either. I just feel that being with you is more important than going to find Tudor."

Tudor... As expected, the "China" in the dream city symbolizes the sealed Western Continent, and Chick's boyfriend is the "Blood Emperor"... Gray was thinking, but heard the other party continue:
"Of course, this only applies during the day. At night, this strange feeling will disappear, and it even makes me a little... scared. So I will leave you as soon as school is over... Hehe, I will come back the next day."

She approached with a playful smile, but was pushed away by Gray, who frowned and asked:
"Fear? What kind of fear?"

Chick, who was pushed away, looked aggrieved, but still answered honestly:
"It's a fear that comes from the bottom of my heart, as if you at night are some kind of great terror that will kill me.

"Of course. I think it's the latitude of the UK that makes the nights longer, and your temperament at night is different from that during the day, which gave me this illusion."

The great terror… This word touched upon Gray’s deepest memories, causing her expression to change.

Even Chick is afraid of Angel Granger at night, but he has the urge to get closer to him during the day... Could it be that Angel during the day is the one who possesses the uniqueness of the "witch" and the characteristics of Sequence 1, and will make Chick involuntarily approach him because of the aggregation effect, even surpassing the idea of ​​looking for Tudor, and at night... the negative side of the original creator in the mirror will awaken?

Even in the dream city, Angel and the spiritual imprint of the Creator have already entered the stage of fighting for the body? Has He grown to a certain extent with the help of Angel's body, and is no longer a "Chaos Witch" who acts only on instinct?

Thinking of this, Gray ignored the class and took out the mobile phone sponsored by "Roselle" of Intis Group in Dream City from his pocket, clicked into the group chat, and his thumbs flew up and down.

Reminder to the Doomsday Assistant: Chick said that he only dared to approach Angel during the day and would be afraid of her at night. Does this mean that the battle between Angel and "Original" has begun, and they are controlling each other's bodies with time as the dividing line?

Just after clicking send, she heard a faint voice in her ears:

"What are you secretly posting behind my back?"

Gray turned her head, and Chick's beautiful face suddenly appeared behind her.

----

There were quite a lot of people in the supermarket during the day, and it took Klein and Angel some effort to get to the counter where prizes were redeemed with receipts.

Klein stretched out his hand to stop Angel from getting closer, and instead observed through the crowd of people the shelf where he had quietly stolen the Instigator potion last night.

On the shelf where two slots should have been empty, another bottle of "Instigator" with a picture of bleeding lips appeared, leaving only the slot of "Assassin" that Angel drank empty.

As expected, the "stock" has been restocked. The bottle of potion that I stole, and even the potions in front of me, are just symbols. Only when Angel drinks them, can they truly achieve their purpose... Klein pondered, and then looked at the woman standing behind the counter.

She was tall, and the lines of her neck and arms exposed outside her white robe had a special sense of holiness. Her face was beautiful but dull, and her green eyes looked straight ahead, ignoring the guests who kept passing by.

Old Neil would at least pretend when no one was around, but you don't even bother pretending... With a sigh, Klein said to Angel:
"Just watch and you'll see later why I think there's something wrong with these drinks."

As he spoke, he took out a card from his pocket, and before he raised it to Angel's sight, it turned into a shopping receipt for this supermarket.

Then he walked quickly to the counter with the receipt, raised it to Saint-Vieve, and said:

"Ma'am, I won the prize. Is the prize drawn here?"

Viev's gem-like eyes slowly turned to look at Klein, and she said softly:

"I'm very sorry, but the prize is not available to the public."

The tone of this sentence was dull, like a robot following instructions. Klein, who was well prepared, felt a little nauseous. He shook the receipt and pointed to the empty shelf behind Viev.

"Hasn't someone already replaced the bottle?"

Weiyev's expression did not change at all, and she did not even look back, and continued:

"I'm very sorry, but the prize is not available to the public."

"OK, thanks."

Klein simply put away the receipt that was gradually turning back into a card, left the counter and returned to Angel's side. He said to her who had watched the whole thing in amazement:
“You see, those prizes are not what you can win in normal activities.

"They're open just for you."

"But……"

Angel muttered, looking at the blonde lady behind the counter again. His eyesight enhanced by the "Assassin" easily discovered that the other party's expression and demeanor remained exactly the same as before, as if frozen in a certain moment.

At this moment, she felt a chill down her spine, and continued with a frown:
"But that bottle of drink did make my eyesight much better than before, and... I tried jumping from a height, three meters, then five meters, and I didn't get hurt at all..."

This is the most difficult part to explain... Klein was somewhat helpless and could only use his ability as a "swindler" again to soften his tone, yet still make people believe it involuntarily:
“This may be some new type of sports drink that can enhance physical fitness and turn people into athletes, but there is no free lunch in the world, and this effect will inevitably bring greater side effects.

"Anyway, don't drink anymore."

Angel still looked a little hesitant. She looked at the bottle of "Instigator" on the shelf, wondering if the drink in the "next stage" would have a more magical effect. But in the end, she sighed and nodded.
"Well, I believe you, Mr. Moriarty."

These words brought back memories to Klein's mind. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up as he said:

"Actually, you can call me Sherlock."

As soon as he finished speaking, the conversations and footsteps in the supermarket and the noisy music from various advertisements in his ears disappeared as if they were pulled away. Everything in front of him became dark, and his body seemed to be lifted up by some force, giving him a momentary feeling of being overweight.

The next second, the sun, the beach, and the sea reappeared before Klein's eyes, and the sound of waves crashing could be heard beside his ears.

He was kicked out of the Dream City.

(End of this chapter)