Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

He stood up with a smile, made an excuse to go to the bathroom, walked out of the concert hall, and walked quickly towards the bathroom.

He quickly opened the door and entered, his back to the wooden door, raising his left hand.

He felt a severe headache and dizziness. His left index finger was rapidly rotting and decaying. The flesh and blood rotted away, revealing the bones. Finally, even the bones were weathered away - as if this one finger had gone through countless years.

Did you use the watch chain yourself?

What big thing happened? How long do I have left before something big happens? Who created this life-or-death crisis?

Qiang Yin, with his back against the wooden door, endured the dizziness and mumbling coming from his head, and sat down on the floor little by little. Beads of sweat secreted from his forehead and dripped onto the ground. Qiang Yin was panting, watching his left index finger rot all the way to the position near the palm.

Permanently lost 24 grams of flesh and blood...

This is the first time looking back...

We must quickly find...eliminate the source of danger...

Otherwise, when the time comes to use the bracelet, it will loop back again...

Until it devoured him completely.

197

Chapter 197 Then! Kill him!

Charles silently watched the maid untie the rope for him. After relaxing his wrists a little, he put on his shoes, walked straight to the table, picked up his notebook, held it directly in front of the kerosene lamp, and let the flame ignite it.

This is the notebook that the simulated self left for Charles. Although it is written in different characters, Charles doesn't dare to gamble at this moment.

She didn't dare to bet that the other party really couldn't understand Chinese characters... This is an extraordinary world. Even if he didn't understand Chinese characters, he might have the ability to analyze emotions in words or trace the past based on the words.

Although this was a simulation, she had to be on guard.

Because this time, a "unique" object appeared - something that can truly transcend simulation and interfere with reality.

Compared with kerosene lamps, fuel lamps do not have that unpleasant smell, and it seems that some aromatic substances are added to them, making the fuel lamps full of fragrance when burning.

The maids didn't pay attention to Charles's actions. In their eyes, Charles was just flipping through books. No one even noticed the burnt smell of the burning pages.

After the pages of the book were completely burned to ashes, Ciel walked towards the door and exchanged glances with a maid as she passed by.

The maid who locked eyes with Charles for a second didn't notice anything unusual. She simply put down the task of cleaning the carpet, walked to the table, and began to clean it.

But soon, the maid accidentally knocked over the oil lamp, and the oil inside spilled out and burned fiercely on the wooden table.

"what!"

The maid let out a panicked cry and began to call for another maid to come and put out the fire, but she was unable to move forward because she had no suitable tools at hand - because the flames in their eyes at this moment were much bigger than in reality.

One maid ran to fetch a bucket of water, while the other quickly ran out of the glass room to ask the guard for help.

As for Charles, after the first maid poured water on the table, the illusion disappeared and the fire in the maid's eyes suddenly subsided.

The smell of the burning pages has now been completely covered up, and after the maid poured a bucket of water, the ashes were washed away and mixed with the other pages and carbonized, making it basically impossible to restore them.

Charles, who was standing by the door, thought for a while, then stepped back to the bed and sat down on it.

She must observe the changes and not continue to create trouble that is different from usual in front of Qiang Yin.

Because she didn't know if Qiang Yin, like herself, had retained memories from before time went back, and she didn't even know if he could bring those memories back to reality...

If possible... No matter from which level, she is a bad guy, she must be cautious.

This is the terrifying thing about "uniqueness"... This is also the reason why Ciel must not let "uniqueness" fall into the hands of others.

She has a powerful weapon in her possession, and she can choose not to use it, but it must never appear in the hands of others.

wrong!

Charles looked up suddenly, remembering something.

It seems like... she can't continue observing here.

Because, today, it seems that Tara is leading a group of cult members of the Holy Advent Sect, preparing to forcibly break the prison...

Ciel placed his hand on his forehead, gently rubbing his brows as he thought about how to deal with the situation.

……

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

"Young lady's boudoir, no men allowed, Your Excellency Qiangyin..."

"Princess Windsor~ I'm here to confirm whether Ciel is still alive. There's one more thing I must confirm with her..."

"Haven't you looked for her before..."

"..."

At this time, Qiang Yin started talking to Windsor.

Although he was still acting according to his original plan, his thoughts were completely entangled with his broken index finger, and he kept searching in his mind for anyone who might allow him to use that thing.

Who will it be...

"Then please tell her and ask her..."

When he said this, Qiang Yin paused for a moment.

If it were my old self, I would definitely let Windsor do whatever she wanted, as long as she was happy.

But now, the strong voice must break the rules.

Even things that you don’t usually do, you must do them yourself to find the answers.

"Your Highness, I have something else to do. I'll take my leave now."

Qiang Yin didn't continue talking nonsense. He knew that even if he asked Windsor, Windsor would not let him see her new toy.

But there are indeed many strange things about the girl named Charles, and it is necessary to interrogate her in person again.

After leaving the room, Qiang Yin closed the door. After walking out of the underground palace, he gave the guard a look and glanced in the direction of the underground palace.

The guard seemed to have done this kind of thing too many times. He nodded, then pulled the door of the underground palace with force and shouted: "The door is broken again, is there anyone who can help?"

He needed to delay Windsor for a while and prevent Windsor from seeing him meeting the girl - he didn't want Windsor to hate him.

At this time, Qiang Yin did not treat the wound on his hand, but just bandaged it simply.

He walked towards the back door of the palace and went straight towards the back garden, where he saw the busy maids.

"what happens?"

Qiang Yin stopped a maid at random and asked.

"Mr. Qiang...Mr. Qiangyin."

The maid seemed relieved when she saw Qiang Yin. She nervously said, "Just now, the servant accidentally knocked over the oil lamp, and the table caught fire. But fortunately, the fire didn't spread, so there was no need to call the Royal Fire Department..."

"Oh...deal with it cleanly and don't let Windsor know."

Qiang Yin nodded with a smile and gave a reminder.

"Thank you, Lord Qiangyin!"

The maid bowed repeatedly in the direction of Qiang Yin to express her gratitude.

Compared with Princess Windsor, Lord Qiang Yin is obviously more popular among the servants, especially for some maids, whose appearance is extremely "lethal".

After walking into the back garden, Qiang Yin saw the small woods planted there. He walked through the aisle and came to the glass cage surrounded by the woods.

Through the steel-framed glass room, he could clearly see the scene inside... Several maids were quickly cleaning up the mess on the table, while a red-haired girl was sitting calmly at the edge of the room.

As if sensing Qiang Yin's gaze, the girl slowly raised her head, and their eyes met briefly.

The process... has been changed...

Sitting on the bed, Ciel took a calming breath as he looked at Qiang Yin walking towards the glass house.

When I first entered the simulation, the person who came to visit me for the second time was not Qiang Yin, but Windsor...

Qiang Yin pushed open the glass door and signaled the maids to continue working and not to bother him. Then he casually moved a stool, placed it less than three meters away from Charles, and sat down on it.

Why is it wet?

Qiang Yin ignored him and looked at Ciel in front of him. He spoke softly, "We meet again~ Miss Ciel."

"hehe."

Charles had a forced smile on his face and didn't look at Qiang Yin in a good mood.

It is still unclear what Qiang Yin's intention is, but she cannot reveal her flaws first and let Qiang Yin see anything.

"The extraordinary items you submitted were all fake... It seems you are very good at dealing with the scrutiny of the 'missionaries'."

Qiang Yin asked with a smile.

"Just ask whatever you want to ask. I don't like beating around the bush."

Ciel replied just as calmly.

"Hahahaha... Adele, where is Amy Hastings."

Qiang Yin put away the smile on his face and looked at Ciel coldly, "...Where is the sample?"

"By the way, Lucy Silva has been removed from her position as executive director and is unlikely to be reinstated anytime soon. You can stop expecting anyone to come and rescue you."

"You think too highly of me, Lord Qiangyin."

Ciel grinned and sneered, "I'm trapped here every day, and you still expect me to know so much about the outside world?"

At this moment, the sharp-eyed Charles had already noticed that Qiang Yin's left index finger seemed to have disappeared, and the bandage wrapped around it was particularly eye-catching.

When was he injured? Was he fighting someone?

Being able to break a finger of a level 4...it seems that this is not an easy battle.

However, with only one missing finger, Charles could not analyze anything more.

Her breathing is steady and her heartbeat doesn't show any abnormal changes... Is she okay?

Although he did not bring an assistant like a "missionary", Qiang Yin could judge a lot of things by his breathing rhythm and heartbeat.

Seeing that he couldn't find anything, Qiang Yin spoke again:

"Princess Vita said she once saw a red-haired 'subversive' who looked similar to you in the city of Burren... I wonder if you have any clues?"

Qiang Yin narrowed his eyes slightly, "You are also from Buren City, right?"

"Why, now just having the same hair color is something you can be suspicious of?"

Ciel chuckled and looked at Qiang Yin with contempt, "You will never be able to hide the truth. Someone will always expose the ugly face of the royal family."

Charles's arguments and conversations all turned the topic to the reasons for her arrest, creating the image of a person who is just, hates evil, and wants to research an antidote to save all living beings.

This attitude, coupled with the insignificant influence of the "disruptor", successfully convinced the strong voice.

Isn't she the variable?

"I don't understand what you are talking about, Miss Ciel. You seem to have a big misunderstanding about the royal family."

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of him, Qiang Yin decided not to waste any more time here.

He stood up, looked down at Charles, and said slowly, "Please stay here and cooperate with the investigation. This is better than going to the Holy Law Court, don't you think?"

After saying that, Qiang Yin turned around and was about to leave. Charles saw a puddle of water on the back of his white pants and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Fortunately, at least from the current point of view, Qiangyin seems to have no memory and does not know what Ciel had done in the simulation before.

He has no memory of what happened just now.

But he could receive certain hints.

In this case, the hint should be connected to his severed finger... Is this a negative effect of "uniqueness"?

Under Charles's gaze, Qiang Yin walked step by step to the glass door, reached out, and pressed the handle of the glass door frame.

But Qiang Yin did not just open the door and leave.

He stood in front of the door, slowly turned around and looked at Charles.

"Just a little test, Miss Law Judge, please don't mind."

An illusory piano key appeared next to the door handle, as if pressing the detonator of a bomb. Qiang Yin's middle finger on his right hand slowly pressed the black key.

Ding--