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Chapter 148 Chapter 18 Caitlin: My house is quite big (5000)

"You... Watson?" Caitlin stared at the scene in front of her in astonishment, feeling that her three views were gone forever on the road to collapse from today.

When Levi's smiled and said that he wanted to show himself a secret and leaned his head on the sofa, Caitlin was still wondering what the secret was.

And after that, when the churning, substance-like gray mist cleared, Caitlyn knew what it was about—magic.

When she saw Levi's killing those members of the Zaun gang at the border market, she guessed that he might use magic - the Ionians seem to call it 'Qi', but it should be something similar.

Some Ionians do have strange abilities, and an alchemist baron named Takeda Saito in Zaun has some Ionians who are good at assassinating in the dark.

Their swords seem to have some kind of strange energy that can cut through steel, and they are also good at hiding in the shadows.

But it was the first time Caitlin had seen an Ionian who could release beams.

Is the ability to release beams just one of his hidden powers...

Caitlin looked at the gray mist in front of her as if she was wise and only within a certain range, and the figure in the gray hooded robe emerging from the gray mist, her light blue eyes slightly widened.

Caitlin thought she was well-informed, but she had never seen this kind of situation—the floor of the living room was slowly covered with a carpet of gray mist, the gray mist overflowing from a person's body.

Different from the smog full of various particulate impurities and harmful substances, the smog in front of her gave people a feeling of incomparable purity. She somehow thought that it was the purest thing in the world.

Yes, Kaitlyn felt that her cognition might have been biased. She clearly looked like an existence that polluted the air. It was all gray fog, and it was so pure?

Crazy?

Her rationality told herself that taking a sip might kill her instantly, but her intuition told herself——Caitlin, this is purer than the purest thing you've ever seen.

This sense of contradiction made her feel a sense of separation, and it was the first time she was so hesitant.

She subconsciously touched the gray mist that filled the air, picked up a small piece, and fanned the wind to sniff the thin gray mist, but found that the gray mist turned into long strips like swimming fish Spin around yourself.

"It's me, Caitlin. This is my ability." Levi's controlled the air vibration to make a sound, and the tone was that kind of majestic and solemn.

He originally wanted to simulate his original voice, but later found that it was too cumbersome to try one frequency at a time, and it would cause the sound to be distorted and unpleasant, so he simply used the initial setting in memory.

Caitlin turned her gaze slightly, and she found the figure emerging from Watson Holmes' body facing her, and then noticed a phenomenon—he was suspended.

Just like in the hearth story, the ghost of the legendary Shadow Isles in the high seas.

This is his magic.Caitlin calmed down in her heart, she felt that even if Levi's suddenly flew into the sky the next moment, she would not be surprised.

After a moment of silence, she began to observe Levi with curious eyes: "Watson, are you a ghost?

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"No, why do you think that? As you can see, I am a living person, this is just my spirit body."

Li Weisi controlled the gray mist, gathered them, and then the whole spirit body calmed down, and the gray hooded robe on the outside became like real cloth instead of gray mist.

The spirit body became like a flesh-and-blood person—but no face could be seen.

Spiritual body?Caitlin looked at the real-like figure and understood a little.

"Are you going to use spirit bodies as bait? Is there no danger? Let me tell you first, there may be one or several alchemy barons behind these people. The weapons in their hands range from Hextech to alchemy biochemicals --what are you doing?"

In the middle of Caitlin's speech, the spirit body of Levi's beside him approached - so close that the tip of his nose seemed to touch the brim of his hood made of gray mist, so close that Caitlin felt a little panicked in his heart.

She suddenly felt a suffocating feeling, her heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and her mind went blank. She had never been so close to a person of the opposite sex—let alone his spirit body.

It's even stranger than that.

Caitlin staggered back a few steps, and saw Levi's reach out to hold her, but was shocked to find that the hand made of gray mist passed directly through her hand, like a cloud of air.

This is... Caitlin stood there and stared at her hands in a daze.

"A mortal's weapon won't work on a spirit body—" Levi explained, seeing that Caitlin was in a daze, he smiled: "Can bullets kill air?"

Caitlin curled her lips when she heard his laughter, and then asked with some doubts: "Then why didn't you use your spirit body before, and went by yourself?"

"Because my body is the same as yours, a mortal body."

"If I was killed, I would die."

Li Weisi collected the gray fog, thinking about returning to his body, and then a feeling of weightlessness came, and his vision became full of gorgeous and dreamy brilliance in an instant, and when the scene became clear again, he had already returned to his body .

Li Weisi sat up straight from the sofa, "That's why I said, I need you to find an absolutely safe place for me. After my spiritual body goes on tour, my physical body is equivalent to losing consciousness and is extremely fragile. Even a three-year-old child You can stab me with a knife."

Caitlin sat back on the sofa thoughtfully: "Are you afraid that those Zaun people will come to assassinate you?"

"Otherwise?" Li Weisi rolled his eyes: "They have already found this place, and it is not impossible to do something more outrageous."

Caitlin nodded: "That's true, there's nothing those crazy Zaunites dare not do."

"However, is it a safe place?" She was lost in thought at first, then raised her head after a moment: "Can the Justice Department do it? I can ask the Piltover guards to protect you."

"No, I don't believe in the Piltover, Caitlin." Levi shook his head, he thought for a while, and said his guess: "The previous incident gave me a guess, but I don't have proof, you It can be used as a reference for the time being.”

"Guess?" Caitlin raised her brows slightly, the mottled false eyebrows concealed the heroic black eyebrows, and she made a listening gesture: "Speak."

Li Weisi crossed his hands and leaned on his knees, organizing his words.

"I have been thinking about a question since I received the note last night, how do they know that the design drawings are still with me?"

"I'm not short of money, and they also know that I'm not short of money. It's unlikely that I'm greedy for money and withhold the design drawings, and I've already had contact with the Piltover guards. A normal person's approach should be to hand over the design drawings to you more likely, right?"

"But from the tone of those people, they are sure that the design drawings are still with me, and it is ruled out that they have some way to determine the position of the design drawings-to be honest, this possibility is not very big, of course, it cannot be ruled out, and it will be used as a reference. "

"What I want to say is, is it possible that the Piltover guards leaked the news? As long as they know that the Piltover guards have not found the design drawings, it is not difficult to confirm that the design drawings are still with me."

"Do you suspect that there is an insider in the Justice Department?" Caitlin frowned. Her first reaction was that it was impossible. They are all colleagues who get along day and night. She thinks she knows everyone.

But as a former private investigator and current sheriff of Piltover, she knew very well that Levi's speculation was possible regardless of the influence of emotional factors.

"I hope you understand me. It is impossible for me to put my life in danger, even if it is only a little bit possible." Li Weisi said seriously.

"It's okay, I understand your concerns, I will investigate this matter later. It's just that if the Department of Justice can't..." She touched the camouflaged wrinkles on her face and pondered for a long time.

Finally, she turned her face slightly, looked at Li Weisi, and blinked her glazed eyes: "How is my family?"

"My mother is a member of the council, and my father is a well-known Hextech technician. After a dangerous incident, my father designed a Hextech security protection system for the family. If I can find one that is safer than the Department of Justice The place--"

"That's my home."

Li Weisi was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he realized that he opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, so he could only: "Ah?"

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At the same time, in a small garden villa of the Philos family

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The warm morning sun lazily climbed into the floor-to-ceiling windows of the workshop, and a piece of golden light sprinkled on the precious red rock wood floor. This light illuminated the already bright Hex Workshop even more dazzlingly, and made Abigail's little His thin body was enveloped in it.

She was wearing a thin white dress and pajamas, with a crystal hairpin attached to the left and right sides of her silver hair, which was simply let loose.

Beside her is a Hextech workbench that can be raised and lowered. On the smooth workbench are various tools, many draft papers with complex calculations written on them, and a clean and unsmeared design drawing.

Abigail seemed to have never rested all night, but her delicate little face was unusually rosy, and the light in those ruby ​​eyes was rare, not as calm as stagnant water.

She sat in her mechanical wheelchair in a dignified manner, holding a pencil in her right hand to write the last touch on the design drawings.

Then, she put down the pencil in her hand and picked up the redrawn design drawings.

I saw that under the original picture of Levi's bicycle there are many detailed descriptions of parts and a more standard bicycle than Levi's painting, with detailed data marked under each part.

"It's done." She murmured softly, the rising sun made the design translucent, and in sight, the slightly rough bicycle seemed to overlap with the more reasonable and standard description below.

This should make them quiet for a while.

Abigail thought silently in her heart, but then the voice of that annoying cousin from last night began to echo in her mind.

Thinking of what he said, she felt a little flustered in her heart, and slightly squeezed the design drawings in her hand, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the workshop.

"Miss, are you in there? Lord Ferros invites you to the main house."

What did the man tell me to go to the main house?Abigail frowned slightly, she locked the design drawings into the cabinet under the workbench, and said softly, "I see."

Then with the help of the maid, Abigail changed her clothes.

She originally wanted to wear yesterday's dress, but after thinking about it, she adjusted the thickest one from a wardrobe full of beautiful dresses. It was a black court dress with an elegant design but still a girlish vigor.

Finally, putting on a black top hat and a pair of red leather shoes, after washing up, Abigail left her small garden villa and went to the main house of the Philos family.

The main house of the Philos family looks unremarkable from the outside, but the interior is extremely ornate - artistic stone carvings from Demacia, fine silk from Ionia, ancient relics from Shurima, and huge animal heads from the Freljord Specimens and even Hextech creations with the ultimate mechanical beauty are all scattered in every corner of the house.

It's not like a residence, but more like a themed museum, a Runeterra themed museum.

But Abigail didn't care about these things. She steered the wheelchair to the corridor outside Stevanfellows' study, ignoring the portraits of the previous owners on the right side of the corridor, and finally stopped at the door of the study.

She stared at the deep wooden door, a trace of anger flashed in her ruby-like eyes, but she calmed down in an instant. Abigail knocked lightly on the door, and a moment later, an old voice sounded.

"Come in."

She pushed the door open, and in Nuo Da's study room, an old man who was also in a wheelchair and another tall and elegant female figure were sitting opposite each other.

If you look closely, you will find that the legs of that elegant figure are exactly like a pair of sharp blades, glowing with a metallic luster in the sun—she is a reformer.

They were talking about something, but when they saw her coming in, they all stopped talking tacitly.

Abigail approached, slightly lowered her eyebrows, and said hello softly: "Good morning, Grandpa, Lord Camille."

Camille put down the teacup in her hand, folded her hands on her lower abdomen, and nodded slightly: "Good morning, Gail, your complexion is not very good."

"You don't look well? Huh, then I just have some good news for you."

The old man whom Abigail called her grandfather glanced at her, especially when she stayed in her ruby-like eyes. The azure blue eyes showed undisguised disgust, and the age spots on her neck squirmed slightly.

Abigail replied softly to Camille: "Thank you for your concern, it's just—"

The old man listened to the conversation between Abigail and Camille, with a flash of sullenness in his eyes, "Okay! Listen to me!" He interrupted Abigail.

"Steven!" Camille frowned slightly, but seeing his younger brother's aging appearance, he couldn't bear it. Time never showed mercy to him.

She softened her tone: "She is your granddaughter."