Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

But she couldn't pinpoint what had changed.

A new robe? Could that be for graduation? And what's with the bandage on her hand? And just now, I heard my sister at the door directly insulting someone. A normally timid sister wouldn't do that, would she?

"Good evening, ladies."

A gentle greeting from the side startled Lizzie and interrupted her thoughts. She quickly lowered her head, while Ciel looked at the person who came.

Ten minutes passed.

After spending about ten minutes in the cafe, Charles had already received seven or eight exquisitely handwritten business cards.

They seemed to be people who rarely saw people wearing this kind of robes, and they were eager to promote themselves, hoping that Charles would recognize them.

Among them, some were minor nobles, and more were businessmen, who seemed to know that I could bring them some benefits.

Charles accepted the business card, but quickly left the cafe with Lizzie. She always felt that she was too conspicuous in this robe, so it would be better to go home early and change clothes.

Anyway, the matter has been resolved now, and I just need to wait for further developments.

The two of them held an umbrella and walked towards home in the night drizzle. Along the way, they talked about many things, including Charles' decision not to go to college.

Lizzie's attitude towards not being able to go to college seemed to have changed. She also began to think that it would be better for Charles to go to the police station first and earn money while saving for tuition.

Lizzie experienced the gap between people very thoroughly in the cafe. She abandoned some of her previous naive ideas and understood one thing.

——If it is not something that can be done by one’s class, even if one tries hard to do it, there will not be very good results.

She could understand some of Charles's feelings. The classmates around him were all rich or noble, and only her family was poor. Whether it was going to school or making friends, Charles had to face unimaginable pressure.

Lizzie also told what happened in the cafe as a joke, but Charles remained silent.

She just felt that the cafe in the city center was a safe place, but she did lack consideration for Lizzie's feelings.

Fortunately, when she returns to reality, she can prevent all this from happening.

Back in the Bell Tower Lane area, the streets started to become muddy, and you had to pay attention to the puddles from time to time when walking.

As the two were walking on Nanbei Stone Street, just before they reached their doorstep, they heard some noisy noises in front of them, as well as the occasional barking of dogs.

A large number of people gathered there, commenting noisily. With the sound of a loud whistle and a few curses, the crowd began to disperse, revealing the cordon inside.

"What happened?" Lizzie asked.

"I don't know." Charles said calmly.

As they approached the cordon, a man wearing a police cape and a tall hat quickly walked up to them and blocked their way.

"Didn't you hear me? Scatter away, scatter away, don't come here anymore." The man's voice sounded a little impatient, as if this kind of expulsion had been done many times.

"Officer, our home is at number 44, so we have to pass through here." Charles explained, "We just came back from the city center."

"Oh, sorry, there were too many people watching just now. Come, I'll take you there. Don't touch anything at the scene." The man took off his hat apologetically, revealing his slightly bald head. Then he waved his hand, motioning the two to follow him.

"Officer, can I ask what happened?" Lizzie asked curiously.

"Thank God, there was a damn gang internal fight and a Blackwater leader died. But fortunately, all the dead were gang members." The police officer explained as he continued to walk forward.

As he walked, Charles could hear several policemen discussing something around the corpse.

"Hey, feels like an easy case to close. They just shot each other."

"Boss...how come these two pistols look exactly the same?"

"My pistol looks exactly like yours, idiot."

"Oh...but I feel like the number of bullets doesn't add up. Can I do an autopsy to see?"

"You want to cut him open? Goddess, are you a barbarian?"

"Report! There are two bodies in the alley, both from the Blackwater Party!"

"Report, two notebooks were found in the black-robed man's clothes. One looked like it belonged to the Savior Goddess Church, with nothing written in it. The other looked like the black-robed man's diary."

"The Savior Goddess Cult? Let me see... Everyone, stop immediately. You, hurry back to the police station's investigation department and grab these two damn notebooks!"

"Yes......"

After walking a few more steps through the scene, the police officer stopped in front of No. 44 and said sideways, "Please, ladies, it's best not to go out at night recently."

"Thank you, officer." Lizzie thanked him and pulled Charles into the house and closed the door.

The police officer frowned slightly as he looked at the robe worn by the petite figure. He seemed to have seen the pattern on the robe before, but he couldn't remember where.

Soon, he was called by a voice to pack up the team, and he gave up the idea and quickly followed.

What's there to think about? She's just a pretty girl who just came back from shopping.

Chapter 22: Easily Capturing the Police Officer Because I'm a Girl Killer

Charles returned to his bedroom, changed back into his school uniform, and hung his slightly wet robe by the door.

Under her persuasion, Lizzie went to wash up and go to bed. She had finally gotten a day off, so of course she had to have a good rest.

As for Charles, he sat by the window in the dim room, watching the events unfold below.

The police officers who were originally investigating have all withdrawn from the blockade area and pushed the blockade back another 50 meters, dispersing all the onlookers.

Now is the peak time for workers to go home for dinner, and blocking the streets at this time has caused complaints from workers.

However, after they heard that it was related to gangs and murders, no one complained anymore. Even those whose way home was blocked chose to go to the homes of nearby workers for a meal, or go directly to the Church of Our Lady of Savior for relief meals.

The police officers who were originally investigating...why did they all disperse?

Are you all waiting for the investigation department that the police officer just mentioned?

Charles deliberately did not move the notes, potions and spiritual materials, leaving them where they were, in order to make the "fratricide" more realistic.

If I took these things away, and if supernatural forces intervened to investigate, they would quickly determine that this was a murder and treasure robbery case among supernatural beings.

Charles's purpose was to simplify things and not involve "another extraordinary person".

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the cordon in the distance finally loosened.

A figure, holding an umbrella, walked past the police officers and walked towards the body step by step.

From Charles's angle, he could only see the big black umbrella, but not the person under it.

She only saw the big umbrella moving back and forth between the two corpses several times, and finally stopped in front of the body of the man in black robe.

When the man with the black umbrella left and headed towards the alley, Charles saw that the potions and spiritual materials that were originally placed on the ground were gone - they had been taken away by the man under the black umbrella.

He is an extraordinary person.

Charles came to this conclusion subconsciously.

Ordinary people can see the potion bottle, but they probably cannot see the tentacle-like spiritual material. The person who can see it and take it away must have something special.

Charles drew the curtains and stopped looking down.

Once supernatural powers were involved, Charles wasn't sure if his gaze would attract the other party's attention.

After all, the previous high priestess Julis could "smell" whether she was lying or not, and she could also "smell" her emotions.

She wanted to minimize the risk of exposure.

Unfortunately it backfired.

Just like Murphy's Law, the more you worry about something, the more likely it is to happen. Less than ten minutes after Charles pulled the curtains tight, there was a knock on the door downstairs.

Charles opened the door and saw that Lizzie was indeed tired and had fallen asleep in the room. The knocking on the door did not wake her up.

Charles waited for a while until the knocking on the door became louder and louder. In order to avoid waking up Lizzie, Charles got up and went downstairs, reaching out to open the door.

When he opened the door, Charles saw a beautiful girl standing at the door, folding a black umbrella. She was just a little taller than Charles.

Her straight black hair flowed down her back to her waist and hips. On her slightly raised nose hung a pair of half-frame glasses with thin gold rims. Two fine silver lines hung down from both sides of the frame, drawing an arc and then wrapping around behind her ears.

She was wearing a black uniform dress and looked at Charles with dark purple eyes. Unlike the tough uniform, she wore long black silk gloves on her hands, which were very delicate, and she wore leather gloves over the opera gloves.

At this moment, she was taking off the leather glove on her right hand and reaching towards Charles.

"Hello, Burren City Police Department, you can call me Detective Avina."

"Hello, Charles, unemployed vagrant." Charles also stretched out his hand and shook the other's right hand.

After holding it, Charles felt that the little hand seemed soft and boneless, and the exquisite black silk gloves on the outside made it look even more silky.

"You're such a joker." Avina complimented without any expression on her face. "Did you just attend the graduation ceremony of Burren Private College today?"

Now, Charles is wearing a relatively comfortable school uniform, and coupled with the word "unemployed" just now, it is easy to think that she has just graduated.

"Yes, I just graduated today," Charles said truthfully. "Excuse me, officer?"

"Several murders occurred not far from your home tonight. Are you aware of this, Miss Charles?" Avina asked.

"Understood." Charles nodded. "A police officer just told me it's the Blackwater Gang, which is not uncommon."

"Yes." Avina nodded expressionlessly and continued, "But the way they died was very rare."

"Hmm?" Charles showed a puzzled expression, as if he didn't quite understand what the other party was saying.

"Two men were shooting at each other outside the alley. Their guns were identical, including the serial number, rifling, and wear on the magazine. I simulated the bullet's angle of impact, and it appeared to have been fired from behind the black-robed man's ear. Strange, isn't it?"

"Strange." Ciel nodded, her calm thinking leaving no trace of flaw on her face.

"In the alley, a man stabbed a man with a knife who was strangling himself in fear. The stabber was strangled to death, but the only signs of his death were bruises from compression. The actual cause of death was a throat injury."

"Someone, through his flesh, has strangled him by the throat—do you have any idea, Miss Charles?"

Avina tightened her grip on Ciel's hand, holding it tightly.

"Uh...it's a pretty uncommon way to die." Charles looked at the girl in front of him without any panic.

She knew that the other party had no evidence, and nothing she said could point to Charles. These were just inferences drawn from the autopsy.

"One last thing." Avina looked into Charles' eyes and asked word by word, "Can I ask, Miss Charles, how did you hear the knock on the door?"

"I knocked on every door, and you were the only one who opened it."

"Do you have any idea about this?"

Knocking on the door... can only be heard by extraordinary people?

Ciel's eyes narrowed dangerously.

She exerted force with her right hand, grasped Avina's weak right hand, and dragged her directly into the room.

The black shadow quickly emerged from Charles's shadow, and the moment it locked the door, it pounced directly at Avina, sticking to her back like a dog-skin plaster. Avina's body lost any resistance and fell on her back in the living room with a "thump".

Charles turned over and straddled her waist, pinning her right hand above her head with his right hand and his left hand directly around her throat.

If she did anything threatening, Charles would kill her.

I'm keeping her now to see if I can get more out of her.

So that he can achieve a truly perfect kill in real life.

Chapter 23: The Miss Who Loves to Eat Melons

Avina was pinned to the ground and unable to move. Her knee-length skirt was lifted up due to her fall, revealing a fluffy pure white petticoat with a bunny doll pattern printed on it.

Charles rode on her, controlling her right hand with one hand and gripping her throat with his other hand. The two just stared at each other, neither of them speaking first.

It’s not that Ciel didn’t want to speak, she was also very nervous at the moment.

The only extraordinary person she had ever seen was the mysterious and powerful Julis, and Thomas had not yet truly digested the potion, so he was not within Ciel's consideration.

Charles didn't know what abilities other extraordinary people had, and was afraid of being instantly countered by strange abilities, so he could only maintain this posture to be on guard.

Avina lay calmly on the ground, without any resistance, looking at Charles expressionlessly, without any emotional ups and downs.

Her calmness actually made Charles even more alert.

Just one minute later, Avina's originally fair face slowly turned red, and she began to show symptoms of hypoxia.

Charles loosened his left hand slightly to give the other party some breathing space and avoid strangling him to death.

After Charles relaxed his hand, Avina, who was lying on the ground, began to breathe heavily and coughed slightly. It seemed that Charles had pinched her hard just now.

When Avina finally recovered, she finally spoke.

"Ms. Ciel, I'm afraid killing me isn't a wise choice." Avina's tone remained flat as she calmly explained the pros and cons. "Not to mention the Order Association I'm in now, my family would also investigate if I went missing."

"This goes against Miss Shire's desire to conceal her identity."