Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

In some places of the bone thorns, there are blood-colored vines that look like human muscles, and they are wriggling gently like bloodworms or tentacles.

Charles slowly stretched out her right hand and gently pressed it on the bottom of the coffin. The white bone thorns wrapped around her arm squirmed forward, penetrated the down pad, pierced into the wooden board, and began to spread inside the board.

ka ka ka-

The sound of wooden boards being squeezed and broken could be heard, but the sound was covered by the thick layer of soil and could not be transmitted at all.

Soon, a small hole, roughly big enough for a fist, was twisted into the wooden board under Charles.

A flesh worm as thick as a finger was hanging on the bone thorn in her hand. It squirmed and drilled its mouthparts into the soil.

A pheromone that is imperceptible to humans continues to spread underground along the cracks in the soil.

If Ciel had been promoted to the Level 1 "Queen Bee" through the normal Level 2 "Gardener" path, she could have used her enhanced "Gardener" ability to directly activate the coffin lid, allowing it to take root and spread, creating a breathing space for her.

But now, Ciel can only use the power of "Queen Bee" to escape.

it is good……

tired……

After doing all this, Charles seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed in the coffin.

She lowered her breathing rate and body metabolism rate, and curled up in the coffin like a real corpse.

It looks like he has completely given up.

Ten minutes...twenty minutes...

The compacted moist soil has little air permeability. The oxygen in the coffin is gradually consumed, the concentration of carbon dioxide is gradually rising, and death is quietly approaching in suffocating silence.

blah blah.

But at this moment, a slight but continuous sound was heard from under the cave entrance.

A fat red earthworm twisted its body and emerged from the soil little by little, moving slowly, as if trying to drill into the coffin.

But the next second, a black ground beetle, almost the size of an adult's thumb, broke out of the ground, stepped on the red earthworm directly under its body, and quickly pushed the soil in front of it with its thick forelimbs... although it seemed to be just a drop in the bucket.

Click, click, click...

But soon, more mice broke through the soil and began to gnaw on the wooden boards nearby.

These rats hiding in the cemetery and feeding on carrion showed a level of coordination that was difficult for ordinary people to understand. They quickly expanded the entrance of the hole until it was large enough for a person to enter.

A huge "thief's hole" was quickly dug out with the joint efforts of these huge rats. Countless rats rushed into the coffin, and along with the rats, there was also a cold air with a rotten smell.

They tried to drag Ciel away by gnawing on her clothes, but no matter how hard they tried, they could only drag Ciel's body a little bit.

The mice in the coffin squeaked anxiously, but without much intelligence they couldn't think of any solution.

But their squeaking successfully woke up the semi-dormant Charles.

She slowly narrowed her eyes and felt the cool breeze blowing towards her.

The underground was opened up.

Charles slowly stood up and crawled underground along the cave entrance. The rats took up almost all the burial items and gathered in front and behind Charles in a mighty group.

Only after he felt the solid stone ground did Charles stand up in the dark and brush off the dust on his body.

She just bent down and stretched out her hand, and the mice dragging the oil lamp and matches dragged the things in front of her.

Charles struck a match, lit the oil lamp, and looked forward while holding the lamp in his hand.

The familiar sewers were at least wider than those in Biberen City and looked like a main passage connected to an underground river.

Ansu City is an old city. The underground sewage is not clearly distinguished from the underground river, and is even mixed with industrial wastewater... The smell is hard to describe.

But now it feels okay.

Is it because it rained?

Looking at the rapidly flowing underground river, the bloodworm hanging on Charles' arm began to wriggle again.

I need an empty exit to the surface.

This was the message that the bloodworms helped Charles express. It was not a verbal communication, but more like an infusion of will... because many mice with weak resistance died tragically on the spot the moment they smelled the pheromone, and were pushed into the dark river by their companions.

Charles's question was a bit complicated, but there were some "genius" individuals in the rat group. When a squeak was heard, most of the rats reacted and rushed in one direction.

Holding an oil lamp, Charles walked forward along the inspection road. Soon, she saw an escalator that was almost corroded beyond recognition. It seemed to be covered with a tattered wooden board that kept leaking water.

Ciel pushed the ladder gently and felt that it could still support her weight.

If a normal adult weighing over 100 pounds stepped on the wooden ladder, it would probably break.

Infected by Charles' will, the mice threw personal belongings such as notebooks directly into the underground river and were washed away by the current.

As for Charles, he climbed up the wooden ladder step by step, pushed away the wooden board above his head, pushed hard with both hands, and stepped on the solid ground.

The rain continued to fall, soaking Charles' whole body. This feeling of "regaining freedom" made Charles unconsciously look up at the night sky, feeling the raindrops falling on his face.

Now she could feel a little bit of what Andy Dufresne felt after escaping from Shawshank Prison... but not much.

Because it's really tiring.

Charles glanced around and found himself in an alley, but the surrounding buildings were not shabby, and there was no pile of garbage in the alley... It didn't look like any place in the East District.

Do you want to go find Avina first?

No, if there was a mastermind behind this, it would be impossible for him not to monitor Avina's whereabouts. After all, Avina acted like she had a very close relationship with him.

Charles didn't know anything that happened outside the coffin. She needed to find someone to get all the information about what happened outside when she was buried underground, such as who came here more than an hour ago and detonated the virus.

If we check the people who have been here, we will soon know who did it.

"Squeak..."

A palm-sized mouse crawled out from the sewer inspection hole, and it seemed to be jumping up the wooden ladder one by one.

This was the first mouse that understood Ciel's instructions.

Find a place to bury yourself...

But before that, Ciel needs to put on a simple disguise...

……

"Here..."

On a rainy night, a girl with long dark blue hair, wearing a black windbreaker that was obviously a bit too big, stood on the edge of Westminster Square.

The girl wore a pair of Pincek glasses on her nose. The name comes from the Pharos word for "pince-nose", which is a type of glasses that uses a clip or spring mechanism to clamp the wearer's nose.

Her dark purple pupils looked up through the lenses at the magnificent church in front of her.

In front of her was the largest church in Westminster, the Church of the God of Order.

This is the traditional burial place of the Ansu royal family, but in addition to burying royal family members, there are also many places used for the burial of other nobles, divided into "Poet's Corner", "Noble's Corner" and "King's Corner".

The Russell family's burial place is not inside the church, but in a private park on the south side... This is obviously the place arranged by Avina.

Perhaps Charles had stayed here for too long, attracting the attention of the night guards. One of the church guards in silver armor began to walk towards Charles.

"Miss, are you lost? It's already late at night."

The guard stood in front of Ciel and asked in a low voice, the rain hitting his armor making a crackling sound.

The horrifying thorns and bones wrapped around Charles' arms were covered by his large windbreaker, and the other party didn't seem to notice anything.

"Thank you for your concern,"

Ciel smiled and nodded, saying, "I'm just about to go back."

"Need any help?"

The guard seemed a little worried that it would be dangerous for Charles to walk alone on a rainy night, so he asked.

"no need……"

Charles shook his head and walked straight towards the Russell family's private park.

The guard on duty was just an ordinary person, and Charles had no intention of continuing the conversation with him.

A gray mouse crawled out of Charles' pocket. It seemed to have smelled something and jumped out of Charles' pocket and ran in a certain direction under the street light.

Have you found it?

Charles quickly caught up with the little mouse and arrived in front of a park.

There seemed to be no guards on duty in the park at night. After feeling that no one was looking at him, Charles waited until the little mouse ran back to confirm its safety, then he raised his legs and walked directly into the park.

The little mouse was always half a step ahead of Charles, leading him forward. Soon, a cemetery appeared in front of Charles. In addition to the cemetery, there was also a dim firelight floating in the air.

He was a gravekeeper wearing a long black raincoat, patrolling the cemetery.

Ask him, maybe you can get some information.

Charles walked straight to the dark cemetery and followed the road to the place where the flames were shining.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, the gravekeeper holding the lantern was startled. He turned around abruptly and took a few steps back, then raised the lantern in his hand, and the flames illuminated the face of the girl in front of him.

"Huh... I was scared to death... Miss Avina, it's so late... eh?"

The gravekeeper looked at the person of similar height and took a few steps forward, but when the flames penetrated the rain curtain and completely illuminated the person in front of him, the gravekeeper was stunned again.

Isn't it Miss Avina?

Although they both had long black hair and were about the same height, the girl in front of him looked quite different from Avina. Her expression gave off a gloomy and eerie vibe, especially since she appeared in the cemetery at this time...

It can’t be a ghost...

The gravekeeper subconsciously took a half step back.

"Squeak-"

Charles looked down and saw the little gray mouse stopped beside an unmarked tombstone in the corner, raised its upper body and looked at Charles.

"I'm a friend of Miss Russell's. I'm here to pay tribute to a mutual friend of ours."

Charles turned to look in the direction of the gravekeeper and said with a smile, "I just came from out of town...I didn't get to see him for the last time."

[The Art of Conversation] has a huge impact on ordinary people. After hearing Charles' words, the gravekeeper, who was originally a little nervous, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah... please accept my condolences, miss."

The gravekeeper sighed and said, "The dead cannot be resurrected. She must be living well in heaven."

"Thank you."

Charles smiled and nodded, then said, "Old sir, I'd like to ask, when did Avina leave?"

"The eldest lady just left with her friends about two hours ago."

The gravekeeper replied.

"Oh……"

Charles nodded slightly.

It's almost the time when I die.

"Who did she come with? They should all be my friends,"

Ciel looked at the tombstone and spoke seemingly to himself, "Iron Knight Nia... Green-haired maid Tara... Deton Group Director Lucy... Blond noble lady Amy..."

"They're all here, they're all here."

The gravekeeper nodded repeatedly and said, "Besides them, there's also a lady wearing a half-face black iron mask. Oh, and... I don't think I heard any mention of Miss Amy. The one who came seems to be... Yes, Isabella?"

Half-face black iron mask, Seraphim? It seems that being buried here is the result of Avina's negotiation and concession with the family.

Isabella...

The Stuart Art Exchange is controlled by Edward Stuart's daughter, who is also just an ordinary person.

But she shouldn't be here... Charles only had a brief encounter with her in the city of Burren... Maybe she had also come to Avina's housewarming party, but their relationship shouldn't be that good.

Not to mention, her father Edward is a puppet of a certain pleasure club's top management...

With her appearance, Charles was almost certain that the top brass of the pleasure club had taken action...

Could it be that he is not a "disruptor" but a high-level "poison maker"?

If it is a pleasure party, this is not impossible.

Isabella must have been assigned some tasks when she came here, tasks that she herself might not even know about.