Their commission was suspicious.

Yesterday, Elena was marveling at how someone could be so kind as to not want money and to have a volunteer spirit. Now, thinking about it, it's almost ironic.

"Well, I really want to see everyone's happy smiles. The bidders at the underground auction will be happy because of my special doll. And I will donate all the proceeds from the auction to the poor."

"And donating the money earned from underground auctions can also make people happy. Those expressions are simply wonderful." The shopkeeper smiled, his hands gripping the edge of the cage with a somewhat morbid gait.

"but……"

"but?"

"But what's just as great is the way people look at each other's expressions—whether they're upset, angry, laughing, or anything else. The expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are truly amazing. Like your angry expression right now, that's fantastic too!" The shopkeeper said excitedly, a slight blush creeping onto her face as she looked at Elena's expression.

"Show me more, more angry expressions," the shop manager said with an unrepentant look.

"..." Elena covered her forehead with a headache.

"Hey, Senior Elena, should we punish the other party a little?" Chen Luo asked, leaning closer.

Chen Luo said this because his mission was not yet complete.

Elena's mission has three parts: finding the culprit, finding the hair, and bringing the criminal to justice.

“Hey, you can’t take the law into your own hands here. The other person’s crime is indeed a bit heinous, but not serious enough to warrant death,” Sheila said from the side.

"Don't worry, we won't do anything like murder. Senior Elena, here, you can borrow this." Chen Luo said as he handed Elena a pistol.

“This is…” Elena’s eyes lit up when she saw the gun.

“Doesn’t she like to laugh a lot? Then let her laugh to her heart’s content,” Chen Luo said cooperatively.

"Wait, isn't this a gun?" Sheila exclaimed in surprise.

"Don't worry, it's a toy gun. Well, not exactly a toy. Its purpose is to make people laugh, not to cause any harm," Chen Luo explained.

"That's alright." Hillary breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bang!" Just as Sheila finished speaking, a gunshot rang out, and the shopkeeper was immediately hit.

Sheila looked closely and realized that the witch did indeed seem unharmed, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the person isn't dead, that's good. Of course, it's best if there are no obvious injuries on their body, otherwise it will be difficult to handle.

"Haha... Let me see you get angry a little longer, hahaha, what... haha, what's going on? Why can't I control myself? Hahaha..."

No one can escape the revolver of friendship, no one!

Even if you're a demon, you still have to laugh for ten minutes.

Of course, Chen Luo hasn't shot the Demon God yet.

"Hahaha..." Lying on the ground covered by the cage, the witch, clutching her stomach and laughing, was completely unaware of what was happening. But the witch didn't want to feel this way.

Miss Witch likes to see joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, but she prefers to see other people's joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness rather than her own. Besides, it's really tiring to laugh like that.

"Hahaha...no, please stop, hahaha, please..."

Upon hearing the witch's cry for help, Elena and Sheila both looked at Chen Luo, who was handing over the gun.

“Don’t look at me, I can’t stop either. At least I’ve never seen anyone stop within 10 minutes after being shot.” ​​Chen Luo shook his head and took a step back.

Those shot by the Friendship Revolver cannot stop themselves, and even Chen Luo cannot make them stop.

That's enough to be called terrifying.

“But how can we continue the interrogation if we don’t let him stop? There’s also the other victims’ hair,” Sheila said helplessly.

According to the hotel manager, this underground auction only takes place once in a while, so the hairs of the victims probably haven't been sold yet. However, when Sheila went upstairs just now, she didn't seem to find any other dolls.

"Then we'll just have to wait," Chen Luo said.

"Of course, if you're not afraid she'll choke to death while she's talking, you can interrogate her now," Chen Luo said, pointing to the witch who was practically laughing uncontrollably.

"Tsk tsk, that's terrible. But only ten minutes?" Elena asked, turning her head.

“…At worst, you can fire another shot after they finish laughing,” Chen Luo said.

A regular Friendship Revolver can only be activated once every half hour, but a golden Friendship Revolver can be reset at any time.

“That makes sense.” Elena nodded.

Elena was satisfied with the punishment.

[Ding! Mission complete]

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Chapter 686 The Terrifying Aggressive Power of the Puppeteer Profession

Chen Luo acquired a skill called "Hair Growth Technique," but he felt it was practically useless.

After a moment's thought, Chen Luo used his skill on Elena.

Immediately afterward, Elena's hair doubled in length, a change that startled her greatly.

"...So if you had this ability earlier, you would have used it sooner. Would I have had to go through all that trouble to find my hair?" Elena took a deep breath and tried to remain calm as she spoke to Chen Luo.

If you were to be a bit more aggressive, you should say: Are you out of your mind?

"..." Chen Luo was scolded, but he couldn't refute it.

Am I unwilling to use this ability to help you grow a full head of beautiful hair? It's clearly your mission reward, okay?

Because you've lost your hair, we need to help you find some.

Finding hair will reward you with a skill that allows you to instantly grow hair.

Chen Luo felt incredibly wronged.

This reward isn't something I can decide; it was clearly you who decided it, okay?

But Chen Luo had no way to say it.

Elena glanced at her now longer hair and fell into a dilemma.

Should I cut this long hair or keep it?

It would be a shame to cut such beautiful hair, but it's a bit too long if I leave it.

Ignoring Elena's dilemma, after 10 minutes, the witch, who had been laughing the whole time, finally stopped and collapsed to the ground without any regard for her image.

Miss Witch looked quite tired after just 10 minutes of laughing.

It's like a shut-in who's been staying home all the time suddenly running 3 kilometers... No, that could be fatal, it should be 1 kilometer.

Panting heavily, Chen Luo looked weakly at the people outside the cage. This made him feel as if he had committed some unforgivable crime. In fact, the Friendship Revolver was quite adept at dealing with the witches of this world.

In this world, witches who lose their wands are just like ordinary people, ordinary women, which means that their physical abilities are the same as those of ordinary women.

Of course, it could be due to extensive training, since even magicians need to maneuver, but it's definitely not something you can beat if you encounter three or five strong men.

Generally speaking, after a witch is shot, at best she can't even speak properly, and at worst she's like the witch she is now, barely able to stand up.

“Now tell me, where did the hair of the remaining victims go?” Sheila asked the witch in the cage.

At the same time, Hillary glanced with lingering fear at the Friendship Revolver that Chen Luo had not yet put away.

Sheila could tell at a glance just how simple, brutal, yet extremely useful this thing was for a magician.

Unfortunately, since I wasn't the one who was shot, I can't determine whether the gun's effect was on me.

"I..." The witch slowly sat up, but before she could say two words, Chen Luo raised the Friendship Revolver and pointed it at her.

"Indeed, to deal with a witch like you who refuses to confess and puts up a stubborn resistance, we should take more drastic measures, such as making you laugh for an hour straight."

"Hey, wait, wait, I didn't say I wouldn't confess! Put the gun down!"

Upon hearing Chen Luo's words, the witch looked at him as if he were a demon.

The witch enjoys watching people's emotions, but the man before her is a demon.

Something that can make someone laugh for an hour?

Is this the latest of the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty?

“See, she really didn’t confess.” Chen Luo turned to Sheila and said, then slowly prepared to pull the trigger.

"I sent all those dolls to the auctioneers at the underground auction ahead of time!"

"Logically, we should have collected enough dolls for the auction yesterday, so the delivery deadline was yesterday. But last night, we saw Miss Elena's beautiful long hair, so we added one at the last minute." The witch revealed all the information almost without hesitation.

Just kidding. If I spoke too late and the other party shot me, wouldn't I be laughing for another 10 minutes?

This is absolutely terrifying!

The man in front of me is a true demon.

"Alright, we've got the intelligence." Chen Luo said, putting away his Friendship Revolver.

"Ugh, do I still have to go to that underground auction?" Sheila rubbed her forehead, feeling a little annoyed.

Although the job would be done once the criminal Sheila was caught, the reward would be higher if all the stolen goods could be recovered.

Furthermore, the only piece of evidence currently available—the doll with human hair—has had its head broken off by Elena, who also pulled out all its hair. Therefore, Sheila needs another piece of evidence to prove that this is the murderer.

"Then let's participate. We've got nothing better to do anyway, right?" Chen Luo said.

Can Chen Luo find other dolls made from human hair that can be used as evidence? Of course he can.

Since the items were personally delivered by the witch, they are connected to her by fate, and the doll can be easily found through this connection.

But the question is, what is Chen Luo here for this time? He's here on vacation. If Chen Luo resolves this issue so quickly, won't he be kicked out by Senior Elena soon?

Of course, there's also the question of how to show off one's dolls in the Land of Dolls if one goes back so soon. Returning home in glory is like wearing fine clothes at night.

In a place where everyone loves dolls, you can better show off your own dolls.

Versailles is human nature.

“Oh, then I won’t go,” Elena said.

Now that I've found my own hair, the rest is no longer my concern.

"I remember the Magic Coordination Association would give certain rewards to those who participated in the capture of wanted criminals..." Sheila muttered to herself.

"But suddenly I felt how sad and heartbroken those women, like me, must be. So I decided to go with you to retrieve all those dolls and then give those who participated in the underground auction a severe punishment!"

For Elena, the bidders who auctioned off dolls made from the hair of the victims were also going too far.

They should all be arrested and each of them should be given 20 lashes.

“Calm down, it’s not a crime for bidders not to know how they acquired the item,” Sheila explained to those in the underground auction who didn’t yet know who else would be bidding.

......

"Please take a look at our most prized item in this auction. In order to achieve the realism of the doll, we used human hair."

"And the client who commissioned this doll is a notorious serial killer who wreaks havoc in the streets and alleys! How about that? Pretty cool, right?" A middle-aged auctioneer wearing an eye patch-like mask held up a special doll and promoted it to the many auctioneers below the opera stage.

"Ah!!!" The crowd of bidders standing below the stage, watching the auction items, erupted in a tsunami of cheers.

"Damn it! I can't make this work anymore." Sheila covered her forehead in frustration.

Standing next to Sheila was Elena, who looked displeased.

The thought of the dolls made from her own hair being displayed on stage and auctioned off, just like those other dolls, made Elena extremely angry.

It is dusk, and Elena and Sheila are currently in an abandoned underground theater, which has been used as an auction venue after being abandoned.

Initially, the items auctioned at this underground auction were all adult-sized dolls.

It's those dolls that wear special costumes and pose in special ways, but are made of ordinary materials.

Now, the grand finale is a doll made from human hair.

Throughout the entire process, Chen Luo displayed a look of disdain towards these dolls.

Just kidding, what kind of doll is a doll that can't even move?

If a doll isn't soft and cuddly when you hold it, then it's completely useless.

However, Chen Luo was still curious about something else: why would these people think that wearing an eye patch would make them unrecognizable?

Perhaps this is due to different habits formed in different countries; Easterners like to cover the lower half of their face, while Westerners like to cover the upper half of their face.

"Boom!" Elena, who had been holding back for a while, took out her staff and unleashed a torrent of magic, blowing up the auctioneer on the stage and the special dolls carefully placed on the display stand.

However, the special properties of this magic mean that the target doesn't have much explosive power, only a considerable impact.