Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

For example, carrying something that can detonate the virus to ensure that you can "finish off" your own "corpse".

The reason why the person from the pleasure club dared to do this was because from his perspective, he was not exposed from beginning to end, so he dared to let Isabella come to carry out the task directly.

But how can I pull him out?

"Miss...Miss?"

The gravekeeper looked at the girl in front of him who seemed to have lowered her head in deep thought and asked a few questions.

The gravekeeper's voice interrupted Charles's thoughts. She slowly raised her head and looked at the gravekeeper in front of her calmly.

The gravekeeper who was being stared at felt a chill on his back after seeing this look.

"You are a good person."

Ciel smiled faintly and asked, "What's your name?"

"York..."

The gravekeeper's voice returned to its slightly trembling state.

"York... nice name. I'll send your family a check for 50 Soviet pounds as a reward for your help."

Charles turned around, raised his hand and waved without looking back.

"Oh my God...Miss, I didn't do anything for you. This is just what I should do. This money is too much..."

York shrugged, somewhat flattered.

50 Soviet pounds, he only earned 10 shillings a week for his work, 50 Soviet pounds was equivalent to his annual salary for nearly two years. Even the Duke had never given him such a generous tip.

"You haven't helped yet."

Charles stopped, slowly turned around, and glanced at York behind him, "I want you to keep this secret for the next 22 hours..."

squeak-

Following the squeaking of a little gray mouse, countless gray mice rushed in from all directions of the cemetery. Four or five mice drilled directly into his mouth, making it impossible for him to make any sound.

A large number of rats began to gather in the nameless grave of Charles, quickly digging up the top layer of soil, revealing the luxurious wooden coffin inside. Then they began to gnaw on the wood, completely devouring the top layer of wooden boards and flowers.

Under Charles's manipulation, the gravekeeper's body parts and bones were arranged by the rats into horrifying bloody words in front of his own grave.

I'm coming to see you

【——Keyman】

People at the party all like to play hide-and-seek, right?

You are in Anzu City, and in a place where you can give hints or instructions to Edward and Isabella at any time.

You enjoy watching other people’s struggles and sufferings, but what do you think when the target of the attack is yourself?

Will it be exciting? Or will it be... fear?

Anyway, she only has 22 hours, so let her start the game of hide-and-seek. This time, Charles and the other party are on the same starting line, and neither has each other's location information.

Charles slowly raised his hand, and a raven landed on his arm in the rainy night, gently shook off the rain on its feathers, and tilted its head to look at Charles.

The birds, ants, insects, animals, flowers, plants and trees in the entire city may all be my eyes.

Oh, no, not flowers, plants, or trees.

……

Early morning, Ansu City, St. Lawrence District, Stuart Art Exchange Center.

This is an exquisite and beautiful building. Although it occupies a small area, the exterior walls are made up of reliefs carved from large pieces of marble. There are also marks and paintings left by different sculptors on it. There is a kind of beauty in the chaos.

Through the clean glass windows, you can see the interior of this trading center, which displays paintings and sculptures by different masters. Some of them are even famous masterpieces that have been preserved for hundreds of years. They are the products of the most prosperous period of Ansu art.

Directly opposite the entrance, a huge and solemn holy image forms the background of almost the entire wall.

——This is a picture of the Faceless Goddess of the Church of the Savior, the Eye of Order symbol, and several other church gods living in harmony in a fantasy kingdom of God. This is also a great collaborative painting made by painters shortly after the end of the Holy War, praying for peace.

From this collected painting, it can be seen that the owner of this trading center is at least someone who does not want to offend any party.

A blonde girl with slightly curly hair tied in a ponytail walked quickly into the exchange with a newspaper in her hand.

The two beautiful receptionists at the front desk quickly stood up after seeing the girl and bowed their heads and said, "Good morning, Miss Isabella."

"Good morning."

Isabella did not respond with a smile as usual. She just answered hurriedly and went straight to the stairs, walking quickly towards an office on the second floor.

She opened the office door directly and looked at the man inside.

"Father."

After Isabella closed the door, she walked quickly towards the man, but soon she saw an identical newspaper on the man's desk.

[Horror Night: The Mysterious Dismemberment Case in the Duke Family Cemetery]

In addition to the title, there is also an illustration depicting words made of corpses.

Even without reading the content, just looking at the illustrations can give people a creepy feeling.

"what happened?"

Edward looked at Isabella, and his expression did not seem as panicked as Isabella's.

"This, this cemetery."

Isabella reached out and pointed directly in the direction of the blank tombstone in the illustration. "This is the cemetery I visited yesterday, Charles's... The report didn't mention whose grave it was, only the blank tombstone. There was only one blank tombstone in that cemetery!"

"Oh?"

Edward was slightly startled and pondered for a moment.

He did have some information about this girl named Ciel, but not much.

He only knew that this girl named Charles was originally a civilian in the city of Burren. By chance, she met Avina and Lucy, and then with their help, she rose to prominence and became a senior consultant of the Deton Group.

In addition to good luck, another explanation is that the girl has some mysterious power that makes her so valued.

"Well... this matter might be a little dangerous... You were at the funeral yesterday, right? Go visit Miss Avina and ask her what to do."

Edward said, "You were simply dragged into this innocently. You can use this relationship to get closer to Miss Russell."

"I know, Father, but..."

Isabella seemed to have some concerns in her eyes. She hesitated for a while, then nodded, "I'll go visit Miss Avina now..."

After his daughter left, Edward picked up the newspaper again. After thinking for a while, he picked up the newspaper and stood up, walking towards another office.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

He knocked on the door and then opened it directly.

This is a fairly large private studio. A young painter with braids is holding a palette and painting an oil painting in front of him. The painting he is painting is of a young woman who looks a bit immature and is sitting by the windowsill.

"Pickman, did you draw this?"

Edward walked over to Pickman, pointed at the illustration, and asked, "It looks like a thrilling artistic conception... It looks a lot like one of your paintings."

Pickman looked at the picture above, frowned slightly, and said: "Uh... I have never contributed to the newspaper, you know, Mr. Edward."

"Isn't it you..."

Edward scratched his white hair, put down the newspaper in his hand, and said, "Pickman, if you have any ideas about the salary, you can always tell me. Your talent deserves more, and your art will be appreciated by more people sooner or later."

"I have benefited greatly from your hosting of a solo exhibition for me, Boss,"

After Pickman put down the last stroke, he turned around and smiled, "I don't paint for money."

"Okay... go on. I won't bother you anymore."

Edward patted Pickman's shoulder gently and said, "If you have any difficulties in life, just tell me at any time."

After saying that, Edward left the room. Pickman suddenly stood up, picked up the newspaper left by Edward, and looked at the contents with shock on his face.

Members of his Chaos Squadron were constantly being captured by the Royal Movement's men, and he didn't know when it would be his turn. The captain couldn't contact the Key Man, so Pickman was considering whether he should find a chance to escape.

If I run away now, go abroad, and hide my identity, no one will be able to find me...

But now, the bloody signature of "Key Man" drawn on the newspaper once again suppressed Pickman's desire to escape.

Can't run... The Key Master will know...

He knows everything... and is no longer as cautious as before...

But why... did the Keyman use my technique to paint this picture? Is there a time when I'm needed for this matter?

"Mr. Pickman, is this over?"

A weak voice came from the front. Pickman looked at the model in front of him and nodded. "Of course, miss, you can go directly to the front desk to collect today's salary... I hope to see you tomorrow."

"You're welcome, Master Pickman."

The young woman smiled faintly, and the dimples on her cheeks made her slightly awkward smile particularly sweet.

She walked towards the door, as if wanting to take a look at Pickman's painting today, but she saw the newspaper in Pickman's hand.

I'm coming to see you

【——Keyman】

Her pupils shrank slightly and her heart trembled.

No?

Key man?

What does it have to do with you?

Isn't this your fault?

and many more……

The three words "Keyman" slowly merged with the image of the red-haired girl lying in the coffin in her mind...

No...it can't be right?

Killed one of our own?

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Chapter 216: The perfect masterpiece of “Queen Bee” Ciel.

Tap tap tap——

At the Stuart Art Trading Center, a figure quickly walked towards the door.

"Miss Mond, you haven't received your...Miss Mond?"

The two waitresses at the front desk looked at each other in confusion as the young woman walked away quickly.

"What's wrong, Miss Mond?"

"I don't know... maybe it's something urgent? Just give it to Mr. Pickman and have him pass it on to Miss Mond."

"Is she so close to Mr. Pickman?"

"Can't you see? This noble lady is definitely pursuing Mr. Pickman...poor painters and noble ladies...isn't that what romance novels always say?"

"It really is……"

……

Mond walked out of the Stuart Art Trading Center quickly and looked up quickly.

The Mafel district in the early morning is like an impressionist art painting. Both the neoclassical buildings and the stone slabs on the ground are dyed with warm yellow, and the road surface after the rain reflects the glow of the warm sun.

This is one of the few times when the weather is good in Ansu City. Many people choose to go out for a stroll and bask in the sun. There are more people and carriages on the streets than usual.

Where is the key man?

She wanted to talk to the other person.

For example, in a party like this, the different "supervisors" are unaware of each other's plans, but the probability of their plans colliding is definitely not zero.

She needed to find the key owner as soon as possible to see if she could explain this misunderstanding.

It's not that Mond hasn't heard of the name of the Key Man. In fact, most of the supervisors in the Joy Club who know the Key Man look down on him, and many people believe that the Key Man will not survive this year.

But Mond knew that a superhuman being - especially a superhuman being like the Key Man who could clearly feel the approach of death - might abandon all prudent ideas at this time and instead plan a life-threatening plan.