Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Sister is watching you."

"I saw it."

"She is a police officer. Tell me, will she arrest you..."

"Will not."

"Do you also think that Sister Naomi Misora ​​is kind?"

"I just don't think she can beat me."

The two girls whispered to each other, while Nagini handed a cup of water to the woman who was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. She and she both had long, soft black hair, and both had a cold and beautiful temperament and appearance that made it difficult for people to approach them.

They are all very gentle.

"So, you are the snake." Naomi Misora ​​took the cup of water, thanked her quietly, and looked at Nagini with a look of disbelief. "The python is you."

Nagini shrugged.

"It's just as you saw, Miss Misora."

Naomi Misora ​​immediately asked, "What's going on?!"

what happened?

Nagini smiled: "It's just as you see it."

Of course, Naomi Misora ​​knew what she saw, she just couldn't believe it. How could it be possible? How could there be magic in the real world?

"Can you tell me why?" Nagini turned and leaned against the wall with her.

"what?"

"I mean, why can't there be magic...?"

Misora ​​Naomi was silent.

Nagini looked at the clock on the wall and said calmly, "My master and I are special. You don't have to worry about any trouble in this world. I don't think you will worry about this kind of thing either. Miss Misora, you can ask whatever you want, but you have to tell me, are you asking as 'Naomi Misora' or 'Naomi Misora ​​of the FBI'."

The woman glanced at the folding fan in Nagini's hair and did not answer her question. She said, "Mori Yuesha... right? She is also my savior."

"It was the killer who saved you."

"He is, and so is Mori Yuesha." Naomi Misora ​​stood up straight: "Before you came, I was planning to rush back to the fire scene to save him after I settled Matilda. If it weren't for you, I think my career would have been over."

"Save him? Even if he's a killer?"

Naomi Misora ​​nodded: "I still have a lot of questions, about magic, about Mori Yuesa and your origins, but..." The woman smiled with relief, threw away the paper cup, and untied her ponytail.

Her black hair suddenly fell over her shoulders, and her originally cold face became gentle.

"I'm getting engaged and going back to Japan." The woman with a happy face put her hands behind her back and looked up at the ceiling: "So, I don't want to care too much about things outside the boundaries of my knowledge. I don't need to say, 'I hope you don't use magic to do bad things', right? Matilda thinks Mori Yuesha has lived for hundreds of years, but I think..."

"She's probably only in her teens." Many years of experience in a special profession has given Naomi Misora ​​her own way of observation. She concluded that Mori Yuesha is definitely not very old. "This child seems to have no concept of good and evil, and does whatever she wants, as if..."

"Even normal people's emotions are very weak. I hope you can teach her well." Naomi Misora ​​just made a simple observation. If a professional team were to profile Mori Yuesa, the conclusion would be even more terrifying.

"I will consider your suggestion." Nagini replied gently.

"I'm going to continue my vacation... I hope nothing else will disturb me..." When she took out her cell phone, the clean and cheerful adult man on her screen attracted Nagini's attention. This person...

"My fiancé." Naomi Misora ​​showed a little woman's smile and showed her phone to Nagini: "Is he handsome? Is he handsome? He... I fell in love with him at first sight..."

"Looks good, how long have you been dating?"

"Which country?"

“…Is life still harmonious?”

"Sure enough, you look so capable and competent, but I didn't expect you to be that skilled..."

The two adult women, like Mori Yuesha and Matilda, were whispering into their phones head to head, and the topic of conversation was of course the man on the screen.

At this moment, outside the operating room, a pair of girls were chatting about magic and traveling, and a pair of women were chatting about men and women, and some private topics that could not be written or broadcast.

It seems like someone has been forgotten.

Chapter 43 The End

a few days later.

Police station.

The black policeman took off his suit and hung it on the back of a chair. Across the glass, sitting opposite him was Stanfield, who was in handcuffs.

The man looked a little dazed, his hands clenched into fists, staring at the ground in a daze.

"cough."

The policeman coughed, and the echo made the person inside the glass slowly raise his head.

"Stanfield, we meet again." The black man stared at him seriously: "I think, in this situation, you should cooperate, right?"

The criminal in the shackles had a blank look in his eyes. He didn't seem to care about being caught, and he didn't care about all the things he had done in private being exposed. The air was filled with the purple mist seen before, and the snake...

"There must be something wrong with this world..."

"Feel sorry?"

The black man glanced at the surveillance camera behind him.

"Stan, what are you talking about?"

Stanfield twisted his wrist anxiously, leaving a red mark on it without a care. "There's something wrong with that girl, didn't you notice? Where's the policewoman? Ask her to interrogate me! That snake, where did that snake come from?!"

"I saw purple magic!!"

"Matter...matter is not the only solution..."

"this world…"

Looking at the incoherent Stanfield, the black detective shook his head. He pressed a button on the table and said into the microphone: "Prepare for drug test."

"Damn it! I'm not crazy! You are as ignorant as the color of your skin... Tell me, who is that policewoman, who is that girl?" Stanfield pounded the chair angrily, but the ping-pong sound could not be heard at all.

"Magic, I saw magic!!"

The black man became increasingly speechless.

Facing the man who was already a little crazy, he routinely opened the file bag and made a list according to the information.

"Norman Stanfield, if you don't say anything, I can't help you. You will be charged with a total of 35 counts, including murder, drug trafficking, abetment, abuse of power, bribery, etc. -" The black man half stood up by supporting himself on the table: "You will probably stay in jail forever."

Seeing that Stanfield remained silent, the black man closed the book in disappointment and prepared to turn around and leave.

"You can't judge me."

As he was leaving, Stanfield suddenly looked up.

He looked at the black man, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "You don't know who I work for, you lowly person. Do you understand what this country is made of?" Stanfield tugged at the cold handcuffs: "It's gold coins."

"I'm waiting for you to bring your colleagues to see me off."

The black man slammed the door and walked out with an expressionless face.

Stanfield did not wait for a farewell party, but instead waited for Naomi Misora.

The woman walked into the arrest room with her ponytail standing up and took out her ID directly.

"FBI - Naomi Misora, Norman Stanfield, I have reported your case to the headquarters - a special task force will be sent to assist the local police in the investigation within 48 hours at the latest. I heard..." She put away her ID: "Are you planning to let Ned give you a farewell party?"

"Let's open it in the prison. I'll say hello to the prisoners and ask them to take good care of your new brother."

Stanfield stared at her darkly.

"FBI..." The man chewed the word on his cheek for a long time. "... Life imprisonment?"

Naomi Misora ​​shook her head: "I plan to apply for the death penalty. Mr. lunatic, do you really want to happily stick your butt up and find a few husbands in prison to live a loving life with?" The woman became more and more angry as she spoke.

She punched the bulletproof glass with a bang.

"How many innocent people have you killed?!"

"Letting you live is a disrespect to those who died because of you. Norman, we don't care how many secrets you have hidden, and you can't use them to make a deal with me. Following the clues provided by your men, it's only a matter of time before we find out everything."

"We discovered that you have private dealings with a terrorist organization?"

Naomi Misora ​​read out a name: "Ten Commandments?"

Stanfield finally began to panic. This woman was too perceptive.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"You'll find out soon enough." Naomi Misora ​​sneered, "The only things waiting for you and your men are bullets."

"Pretentious."

When Naomi Misora ​​stepped out of the room, a black man named Ned was waiting for her at the door with a cigarette in his mouth. When he saw the woman coming out, he handed her a cigarette.

"Need not."

"Quit smoking?"

"I'm getting engaged, Ned." Naomi Misora ​​said shyly, helping the man put his cigarette back into the cigarette box. "So..."

"So you should quit smoking first, then prepare for pregnancy?" Ned teased, "Okay, okay, so you can easily knock down my female cheetah at the training base, but now you have to be a little bird to me? Who is the other person? Is he also a colleague?"

Naomi Misora ​​smiled and nodded, "He's...fine."

"Come on, everyone who is in love will say that their significant other is great. But once you break up, 'great' becomes a sharp weapon to attack the other person. The friendship has changed, and you don't like it?"

"Ned!"

Misora ​​Naomi glared at him.

"Okay, I hope you'll never be separated. That's fine, right?" The black man took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled to the other side. "Let's get down to business. What are your plans?"

When talking about Stanfield, Naomi Misora ​​put away her smile.

"It's very troublesome." She crossed her hands and frowned. "It's more difficult than that. He's working for someone. At most... I guess the sentence is life imprisonment. This is not what I expected."

The black man put out his cigarette and glanced at Misora ​​Naomi with some curiosity.

"What are your expectations? I remember that you rarely bring personal feelings into a case, Ms. Cheetah. This case is too complicated. The wisest thing for a small detective to do is to withdraw immediately - do you understand what I mean?"

"You won't gain any benefit from this, but will only get yourself into trouble." The black man warned her: "I thought you were more sober than me in this business, but now it seems that you are not."

Naomi Misora ​​was stunned: "He killed that kid's entire family."

"That child? Is it your daughter? Is it your family? Who is it to you?"

"What? Of course not."

The black man said sternly, "I advise you to stop here. Go on your vacation, Misora. There are many complicated connections between the consortium and officials. Your persistent submission of reports will not have any effect, but will offend many people."

Misora ​​Naomi stopped talking.

She held her cell phone in her hand and stood in the open yard with the man. It was not difficult to catch Stanfield, but it was difficult to sentence him to death.

otherwise…

After life imprisonment, there are all kinds of strange sentence reduction regulations and parole methods.

"Stanfield..." The woman muttered the name. Not long after, a young policeman suddenly ran out of the house, anxiously interrupting the silence between the two people.

"You two..."

The young police officer looked unfriendly: "You'd better come in and take a look."

Chapter 44 The poisonous witch who harms people

Stanfield fiddled with the handcuffs out of boredom.

He had already figured it out. According to the officials and wealthy businessmen he had already colluded with, he would at most be sentenced to life imprisonment. Then he would slowly work it out. Sentence reduction, parole, he would eventually get out.

Wait till then...