Asian Girl Completion Manual.

Chapter 100 35. A Black Hair

After hearing the girl's firm answer, Fisher returned to the bed.He looked at the "girl" in front of him, from top to bottom, and stayed on the protruding soft part of her chest for a few seconds, making Carlo's face turn red, and he called to Fisher,
"Look at me, I have completely turned into a woman from top to bottom! Do you want to taste the taste of a man-made witch? Or, are you really a Shivali homosexual?"

Fisher didn't bother to pay attention to his stubbornness. He sat on the chair beside the bed and said to Carlo,

"The transaction can continue, but I must confirm your sincerity. You must first tell me the clue of the undead witch, otherwise there is no need to discuss this matter."

Carlo pursed his lips, sighed and agreed, as if recalling something, he said,
"Our Witch Research Association has been chasing the mother god for a long time. Like those lunatics, I firmly believed that the huge magic power of witches is the only way to get close to the mother god, so when they asked for human experiments, I acted impulsively. I agreed."

"Those incomplete artificial witches, like people like Bart, rely on my flesh and blood to become like that after being implanted in their bodies."

Hearing this, Fisher frowned and said,
"You mean, simply taking your flesh and blood and implanting it can create an artificial witch?"

"No, it's not." Carlo shook his head and explained, "This is not a simple implant, but a very complicated technique. I don't know how they do it. The parts grafted on those people's bodies can be Not only is the body as simple as that, but also that part of the magic power circuit has been grafted, and it can make them not repel, and become a brand new part of your body."

"I'm not sure how the witch research obtained this technology, but I can assure you that this technology came from outside the research society." Carlo gritted his teeth, and the dislocated hand next to him slowly and automatically returned to its original state At the same time, a sharp pain made her frown,

"After implanting the witch's part with that technology, new witches will really be created, and they will get their own [characteristics]. So they locked me up and took it from me all the time Flesh and blood, cultivate artificial witches one after another."

As soon as this was mentioned, Carlo's eyes flashed with deep hatred,

"I became a witch, the most perfect witch in their mouth, but I didn't feel the call of the mother god at all, not at all! All I felt was the pain of being taken away! That's why I escaped from there, fled to Nari."

"I'm not here to listen to your story of misery. What I want are clues to the real undead witch."

Fisher reminded the other party inappropriately, and Carlo gave him a bitter look, and then continued,

"I said before that I am also an artificial witch created by that technology, but the reason why I am more successful and different than others is that the part I implanted came from a real witch. That The witch is scary, unlike other people who create new characteristics, I inherited part of that witch's characteristics, so I can be sure that the owner of the part I implanted is definitely the real undead witch you are looking for."

"Where's your implant?"

Facing Fisher's probing eyes, Carlo gently stretched out his hand to lift the long brown hair on his head a little, and saw a slender black long hair on the forehead in a sea of ​​brown hair. Hair is implanted in the scalp.Strange to say, it was obviously just a hair, but in Fisher's eyes, he subconsciously felt that that hair did not belong to Carlo, as if it was out of place.

"Did you see that black hair, I just implanted a hair, and that hair got into my body like a monster and transformed everything about me. My gender, magic circuit, and even part of my body My thoughts are all occupied by this simple hair. At the beginning, I can still feel the feeling of that hair often, which is really terrible”

"Feel? What can a hair feel like?"

"No! It's the feeling of the owner of this hair. I can feel that she found me, and I can still feel her cold gaze! During that time, I couldn't sleep every night, and I felt so cold every day. It's as if I'm the only one in the whole world. That's why I'm sure that the owner of this hair is still alive, and she must be the undead witch you're looking for."

Fisher looked at the hair in silence for a while, then continued,

"Do you still feel that feeling now?"

Fisher wanted to trace the traces of the witch based on Carlo's connection with the witch, because he could feel that measuring the origin of the hair's owner with ordinary magic methods would definitely be the same as that of the previous usurper. The veil is a result.

I don't know if it will work, but I have to try it anyway.

Carlo nodded, then said,
"Sometimes it's okay, but it's getting blurry. I can't feel her cold anymore. Maybe she's been in a good mood these past few years so she didn't bother to torture me, so I don't feel it so clearly. "

"This hair was found when we were searching for ancient relics, and I was on the scene at the time. If you will help me get rid of the Pink Pavilion and the Witch Research Society, I will tell you where the relic is. Or if you have other tracking Method, magic or something, I can also cooperate with you, how about it?"

Carlo let his hair down, looked at Fisher who was thinking and said so.

Fisher nodded and said,

"Yes, I will help you get out. You stay in the pink pavilion and pretend nothing happened. The transaction between us is secret. If you are found by the pink pavilion, you can ask for blessings. Specific plans, etc. I'll tell you later."

"Then how can I contact you?"

Fisher glanced at her, then picked up a piece of writing paper beside the bed, wrote her an address,

"Tomorrow afternoon, go to this place, I will make a magic courier to deliver the message, you go here tomorrow to get the item that summons it, when I give you the message, the thing will light up, you can use it to summon the courier if you want to tell me anything .”

Carlo took the letter with the same address, then nodded, but looked suspiciously at Fisher in front of him, because in his impression, this guy was really too cunning, who knew he would not What means will be used.

Fisher pondered over the information he got today, and seemed to understand his considerations without even looking at Carlo. He slowly stood up and gave him a reassurance.

"Don't worry, that witch is much more important than you. I don't need to tease you with clues. Be careful when you go back. The Pink Pavilion is not easy. If you show your flaws and get locked up, I can't save you."

"Hmph, don't worry, I'm not an idiot."

"hope so."

This time Fisher was really about to leave. He put his gentleman's hat on his head and came out of the hotel room. After paying the room fee, he walked into the lively Saint Nari Avenue.

Not far from here, he could already see the place lit up with pink lights again, as if the night sky was not completely dyed, and the atmosphere became ambiguous.

Fisher glanced in that direction, and was about to go a long way before taking a carriage or a tram.

It's just that at this moment, according to the little information obtained before, Fisher thought of that simple black hair, and a suspicion from a long time ago came to his mind again.

Is there a possibility that Renee is the undead witch Fisher has been looking for?All she said to herself were lies, all to deceive herself?
In fact, the undead witch that Fisher has been looking for is by her side. Her characteristics, her magic level and everything are fake. The undead witch, but can't find the fact that she is by his side?
Thinking back on Renee's terrible personality, Fisher suddenly thought it was possible.

There is another question, that is, why did the Pink Pavilion ask Carlo to complete the seemingly impossible task of assassinating the Schwali diplomatic mission?

Don't they know the IQ of this artificial witch?
While thinking, Fisher suddenly reached out and took out a small photo from the wallet in his arms.The whole body of the photo was black and white, and the main frame was also very simple. It was a photo left by a lark standing on the windowsill of Fisher's rental house.

But this thing is actually a communication item that Renee left for him. When Renee is not around, he can use this thing to contact her.

I saw Fisher holding the photo with one hand, and stretching out the other hand into the photo. The photo instantly lit up with a dark purple brilliance, and Fisher also suddenly appeared in the illusory brilliance. Caught an entity, he took it out, and a purple lark appeared in his palm.

"Fisher! Fisher! Is there anything Hart can do?"

Hart's voice sounded, Fisher touched Hart's head and said to it,
"Go and call Renee back, I have something to ask her."

"Okay! Ok!"

The lark tilted its head, circles of purple brilliance lit up its body, and its small figure also slowly dissipated, rushing straight to the clouds.

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