Candy Wizard and Travel

"Brother...ah, it's the third day. This is not good. Wash your face, go out to eat, and then leave the country tomorrow. It's such a mess..."

She just had a dream, in which her senior brother was stroking her hair. It had only been three days, and she didn't dare to think about any dreams in the next few days.

Barefoot on the ground, the wooden floor is also warm in this weather.

"Tick-tock-"

The faucet that was not closed was dripping water continuously, and the basin was already full. Because it kept flowing, it kept the groundwater cool.

Ju Qi threw a handful on his face, and his brain instantly cooled down. He felt a little worse, so he went straight forward, buried his face in the pool, and felt refreshed.

"Yoshi, I feel good, let's go out."

Irena looked at the mirror and smiled brightly at the short-haired girl in the mirror.

short hair?

She raised her hand, and the person in the mirror also raised her hand.

"Who are you?"

The girl in the mirror has short hair that looks as if a dog has chewed it. The hair is unevenly cut, high and low. It can be said that it is horrible to look at.

At this moment, Irena even hoped that this was a horror set. The person in the mirror was not her own horror, and it was better than the fact that she had lost her long hair.

……

Maybe it was hair that was lost this time, but could anyone have lost something else?If she continues to seek wealth and murder, can she still wake up?

The girl blamed herself for becoming more careless as she traveled longer, while looking for clues.

Silvery hair spread from the bed to the window, and under the window, there was a doll that looked very familiar.

She didn't move the scene, and immediately went to find the witch from the association.

The Association never skimps on attention to cases related to magic. Sheila, who is equivalent to the branch director, rushed over personally, bringing careful... ridicule from her old friends.

"Hahaha... We haven't seen each other for a long time, why are we like this?"

"Okay! Please help me see if there is a magical aura!" Irena pointed at the doll angrily.

"Yes, Miss," Sheila mocked. The work on her hands was not slow. The portable detection equipment captured the residual magic power. She frowned, "The residual amount is less than one unit. Judging from this time... do it. Either she is a witch with high control, or she is a novice, and this doll is still at the scene...most likely it is the latter."

In addition, she checked all the furniture, and there was no second suspicious place. Based on the existing evidence, she deduced that the crime was committed remotely by controlling the puppet. This is a magic that requires very high magic power. Doll Action It may be very difficult to get up, which can be confirmed by Irena's uneven hair.

"With such skill, it takes a long time to cut, right? Do you really feel nothing?"

"..."

Irena turned her face away, embarrassed to say that she was still recalling the smell of her senior brother in her dream at that time.

The doll's aura was still too weak and its movements were small. If it had touched anything other than its hair, she should have noticed it long ago.

Damn the criminal!

"You should really be more vigilant," Sheila tapped her shoulder with her pipe like an elder, "Be more careful when you go out."

"I know...my hair..."

Irena covered her hair and began to sigh. She was about to step on the doll as if to relieve her anger. At this time, a sentence flashed in her mind.

"——Only for those who treat the dolls well."

She looked at the doll with a familiar style, stunned, and then came to her senses.

"I think I know where this doll is. We can ask."

"Oh?"

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"right here?"

"right here."

"Uh……"

Holding her hat, Silla showed a slightly troubled expression.

Irena, who was also wearing a hat on a hot day just to cover her hair, looked at her strangely, "What's the problem?"

"This...you know, the association's affairs," Sheila seemed to change the subject and talked about unrelated things, "the association usually gives special care to the relatives of official cadres, firstly to protect them, and secondly to prevent them from doing anything. Nothing bad."

"So the person inside can be considered a member of the association?"

"Let's put it this way. I can't tell you the specific situation. In short, it is someone's registered master."

Silla’s expression became more and more strange.

"If she really did something bad, the punishment would be more severe, right? Is there a bonus for sending her in?" the girl with a keen sense of money thought.

"The inference of guilt is not advisable, and don't think about money all day long."

Irena was knocked again.

"Anyway, let's go take a look first. If she says it, there should be a way to tell something from the doll."

……

"Welcome - well, it's our morning guests, and Ms. Sheila from the association. Long time no see."

The female store manager, who has both a calm and languid temperament and a fanatical temperament, is now in a normal state. At dusk, the doll shop looks even weirder, like the beginning of a magnificent nightmare.

Irena couldn't help but shrink back behind the witch. Sometimes this guy's bad temperament can still give people a sense of security.

"Greetings after a long time, Ms. Mar," Sheila held her cigarette in her mouth, still in the same tone, and casually looked around the store, "The city has been a bit uneasy recently, and it seems to be targeting traditional puppet makers. Are you here?" Are you ok?"

"It's a rare excitement...but it has nothing to do with me, so why are you here this time?" The puppeteer named Mal held the blond doll in his arms and showed little interest in anything other than this. look.

Not a very good person to chat with.

It just so happened that Silla was not a person who liked to chat, so she directly put the hotel doll on the table.

Mal's expression became a little more serious, "This is...little Hubert. I entrusted her to a passing businessman last year. He was a doll lover. He was very knowledgeable about care and maintenance. He was very knowledgeable about dolls." Her love is not fake, has she been used to do any bad things?"

Speaking of this, Irena pressed her hat angrily, "My hair! My hair was cut!"

She was anxious and angry. Mal's body trembled. Looking over, she found that the guest who had waist-length hair this morning was now not even to the shoulders. Her tone was a little strange.

"This is really not good. Long hair is a girl's life. Miss, you must be very angry if you do such a thing. Is it sad? Do you have someone you like? Think about what it would be like to be seen by him. ...If you are a little sadder, you will show the expression that you are about to burst into tears——"

Irena imagined that her senior brother would see her like this...

It seemed like nothing happened. After all, it was just her hair being cut. Compared to fainting due to hypoglycemia and wearing strange clothes and stepping on grapes, it was just like that. Maybe the senior brother would help her carefully trim the ends of her hair. She said that short hair is also very beautiful. He comforted her with these words, and then turned to study the hair potion.

Brother...

Thinking about it this way, the loss of important long hair becomes less sad.

Of course, the damn murderer still needs to be caught and killed ten thousand times!

"...Well, although the angry look is great, the expression of a girl who is in love like this is also great."

The puppeteer's mood dropped.

Sheila's expression changed accordingly. She thought about her old friend who said "impossible, absolutely impossible" one day. She silently picked up the pipe and smelled the scent of the special tobacco.

that kid...

Forget it, it's really hard to talk to someone who has short hands and soft mouth. He takes and eats at the same time. That guy's personality is not the type that can be hidden from others. Let them communicate on their own after returning home.

Biting the pipe, I thought again of my disciple who never left my senior brother... My head hurts.

I should have sent my old friend in from the beginning, and now I don’t have to worry about so many troubles.

Sheila sighed and wanted to smoke.

"Do you want to see my joke?" After reacting, Irena stared at the female store manager with wide eyes.

She waved her hand, "Well, a little personal hobby."

"Why don't you deny it? You have such a bad character."

"My disciples also said the same about me, although not so bluntly," Mal stroked the doll's hair, "but you said that the hair was cut, so I have some clues here."

"what?"

"It's a warning."

The puppet master raised the puppet to level with his own face, and looked at Irena with two identical eyes, making her hair stand on end.

"Dorothy spread many stories about dolls. The more famous one is the horror story, "Miss Mary Doll". In the story, she will cut off people's hair. If the person whose hair was cut off does not leave within a week, Dorothy, Miss Mary would go and pluck off his head like the limbs of a doll."

"It sounds like it was made by locals," Sheila analyzed subconsciously, "I don't rule out the possibility of deception..."

Things outside of work inevitably affected her thoughts, making her unable to think properly. Plus she couldn't smoke now. She was a little irritated and looked at the dolls on the table.

"If only you could talk."

At this time, Irena's heart moved. What if she could really speak?

Although her senior brother had warned her not to use that magic in front of strangers, the two people in front of her were members of the association and were considered to be from their own camp...

"Oh, you reminded me." Mal seemed to have remembered something and took out the wand, "Just let it speak. My disciple taught me some interesting things. With slight modifications, it can make people Even if I move around and talk, this level is enough."

As he spoke, the wand glowed.

When magic is released, the operation of magic is traceable, and people familiar with magic can predict the follow-up by looking at the beginning.

Irena's eyes widened.

She had seen this magic before.

It seems like it's hers?

It's a little unfamiliar, there are some changes, but the basics are exactly the same. There is no processing from "three rotations" to "21 days rotation", it is completely copied, and the duplication check rate is [-]%.

Plagiarism!

Wait--

This magic was created by her in Roberta. There are three people who are known to know this magic, namely her, Teacher Fran and her senior brother. First of all, she has not mastered the unique skill of making friends in dreams. Teacher Fran is a traditional magician. Teachers respect everyone's patents, and they will say something when it is spread. They are too lazy to die, and their scope of activities is limited.

In the end there is only one.

"——Irena, can I teach your magic to others? My master lives alone and sometimes talks to the doll. It would be nice if he could get a response."

"Senior brother's master, that's okay."

In her mind at that time, she was an old man with white hair and wrinkles. When he was lonely every day, he could only talk to the objects around him, but could not get any response.

but now……

Looking at the beautiful store manager in front of her who was about the same age as Teacher Fran and had the same mature temperament and tall figure, she felt that she had been deceived.

"It is indeed shocking magic," Sheila looked at the puppet that started to move and open its mouth, slightly surprised, and then looked at Irena aside, "But are you surprised for too long?"

"Well, how should I say..."

Irena pressed her hat with a leisurely expression.

"Sometimes I really feel that fate is a wonderful thing. I don't know when I will encounter something."

"what?"

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Irena pressed her hat, recalling her rude behavior just now, and she couldn't help but whimper in her throat.

So rude, so embarrassing...

She felt as embarrassed as when she mistook Luxela for her senior brother's mother, but at that time Luxela was fake, but now Mal was real, the one who had truly witnessed her senior brother's childhood.

Ah, I kind of want to know what it was like when my senior brother learned magic.

Her thoughts wandered away from her hair.

Silla could tell at a glance that she was absent-minded, and knew in her heart that she had probably guessed something, but the work still had to continue.

The doll named Hubert has a voice unique to a child, sounding like a boyish little girl.

Her current owner is indeed a businessman who loves dolls. Unfortunately, due to poor management recently, he mortgaged most of his assets to someone, and she took the house with her.