What's Wrong with the Witch

　　As for whether the stationmaster Liang Yongfeng knew, no one knew.

　　Le Xiaozhi seriously suspected that she was assigned such a dangerous mission because she created and spread this series of memes.

　　"The time for action will be 7 o'clock tomorrow night, when everyone has just eaten and likes to feel sleepy and relaxed."

　　The stationmaster stood up with a smile: "Okay, the meeting is over, let's go back and prepare."

　　Everyone, look at me, I look at you, and get up and leave.

　　Le Xiaozhi was a little confused and was about to leave.

　　At this time, the stationmaster said, "Researcher Le Xiaozhi stay."

　　"what?"

　　Le Xiaozhi stopped.

　　Liang Yongfeng took out a stamped note and said, "Although this mission requires you to guide the way, it is still very dangerous, so you can go to the secret room and choose a sealed item that suits you. "

　　"Oh, thanks stationmaster."

　　It was only at this moment that Le Xiaozhi realized that Liang Yongfeng, the stationmaster, was not a pure shit.

　　"And this, since it was given to you by the manager of the cafe, you can take it. We have checked and there are no other abnormalities except for the creatures in the pictures themselves."

　　Liang Yongfeng returned Mu Qiqi's painting to Le Xiaozhi, and Le Xiaozhi took it and put it away.

　　"If you have a chance, you can go to the cafe and thank the manager."

　　"Go and choose a sealed item."

　　Sealed objects, also known as contained objects within the SCP Foundation.

　　Maybe some people think the four words are a bit awkward to read, and some people just call it a sealed item.

　　However, personal names are personal wishes, and in real official documents and reports, contained objects still need to be used.

　　Le Xiaozhi came to the mysterious secret room with the note given by the stationmaster.

　　The secret room is on the 30th floor.

　　In a sense, the institutions that can directly go down to the 30th floor in the magic capital are extremely powerful.

　　As a researcher, Le Xiaozhi had access to some information. There were many bombs placed on the way down to the 30th floor, and there was a miniature neutron bomb under the secret room where the objects were placed.

　　According to the regulations of the SCP Foundation, when the site is in an irreversible crisis, the neutron bomb can be detonated to prevent the expansion of the damage.

　　This is the first time she has come to the secret room, and she is a little nervous.

　　Arriving at the door of the secret room, Le Xiaozhi first swiped the ID card, and a small window appeared soon.

　　Le Xiaozhi put the note for the selection of the sealed item in, and soon the door of the secret room opened.

　　In a sense, the Chamber of Secrets is a bit like the window of a pharmacy.

　　The difference is that there is only one small door.

　　The lights inside are very dim, and you can vaguely see rows of shelves with various boxes on them.

　　An old man with a wrinkled face and a pale face like a vampire appeared in front of Le Xiaozhi: "What type of shelter do you want to choose?"

　　"Guardian type."

　　Le Xiaozhi was startled by the old man's appearance.

　　"Bigger or smaller?"

　　"Small, you can take it with you."

　　"Ah."

　　The old man flicked his finger, and a holographic screen appeared in front of him, showing rows of items to choose from.

　　"SCP-123 'Tears of the Goddess' requires one of its own tears each time it is activated. It can be used once a day and can provide you with a protective aura for 2 hours. If it exceeds the time, it needs to be activated with blood tears..."

　　"SCP-767 'Ring of Protection', after wearing the ring, the body can gain petrification-like defense capabilities, but each use cannot exceed 30 minutes, and more than 30 minutes will make people permanently petrified."

　　"..."

　　Le Xiaozhi looked at it one by one, no matter how she looked at it, these Sealed Artifacts looked terrifying.

　　"The mission you are going to this time involves undead creatures. I suggest you use this one."

　　Seeing that Le Xiaozhi didn't know which one to choose, the old man stroked the holographic screen a few times, and a photo was displayed on it.

　　"SCP-223 'Holy Gloves' originally had a pair of gloves, but the right glove was destroyed during a mission, leaving only the left glove. After wearing it, it can have a shocking effect on undead creatures. Although no adverse effects were found, but It is recommended to wear it for no more than 3 days."

　　"why?"

　　"do not know."

　　"..."

Chapter 17 What Magical Girl Cafe, So Blackhearted

　　It started to rain in the magic capital, and seemed to have forgotten to stop.

　　Mu Qiqi sat in the cafe and flipped through the "Dark Canon". Surprisingly, there were no guests today, and he really fell asleep when he read the book.

　　Maybe it's because of the morning.

　　Ok?

　　Mu Qiqi looked outside the store, and a person came to the window.

　　He was wearing a very ill-fitting suit, no tie, cheap hair oil, and bad smell.

　　He lowered his head, pushed open the door of the cafe, and dragged a suitcase into the store.

　　It wasn't until I entered the store that I raised my head to look left and right.

　　His complexion was very poor, his eyes were sunken, and he looked like he was in an Internet cafe for [-] hours all night.

　　"Excuse me, is the manager there?"

　　His voice was trembling and hoarse, as if he would fall down at any moment.

　　After I came in, I didn't ask for coffee, but instead asked the store manager if he was here.

　　Mu Qiqi looked at this special guest and said, "I am the manager."

　　The strange guest smiled.

　　Well, Mu Qiqi thinks it's better not to laugh, at least in this situation.

　　"Are you the store manager?" The customer seemed to have some doubts about this, and looked around, "Has this store been sold?"

　　"No."

　　Mu Qiqi became impatient.

　　It's not that she disrespects the customer, but she is really worried that if the customer falls into her shop and can't get up from now on, she will be in trouble.

　　"I think you need to go to the hospital."

　　From the perspective of "caring" about the guests, Mu Qiqi said.

　　"Thank you, I'm fine." The strange guest patted the suitcase, "Hello, my name is Arat, I'm from South America, and I was introduced by the mathematician Archimedes."

　　Archimedes?

　　"No, it's Euclid." Arat added in a hoarse voice, "He said the store manager, you like special books, and some strange magic items, so I brought some."

　　Mu Qiqi blinked. According to various novels he had read before, many wizards from the West were in the state of homeless people when they lived in the human world.

　　So, is this a wizard?

　　But it doesn't seem to be anything special and cannot be verified.

　　"Do you have a book?" Mu Qiqi asked.

　　"Yes, I brought a copy of "Eris' Dreamland", a "Magic Song", and several special magic items." Arat opened the suitcase and took out two quaint books with thick covers books.

　　"How much is the book?"

　　"5 for "Eris' Dream", 10 for "Magic Song", a generous store manager, can you?"

　　"I'm not generous, two books are 10 yuan." Mu Qiqi took a sip of coffee and said lightly.

　　"..." Arat didn't know how to respond, he hesitated, "Yes, but I need cash."

　　"no problem."

　　Mu Qiqi opened the drawer, took out [-] yuan directly from it, and put it on the bar as a whole.

　　Seeing this scene, Arat was shocked, and just put the money in the counter, is it really okay?

　　"The book is yours!"

　　Arat pushed the book in front of Mu Qiqi.

　　Mu Qiqi casually turned a few pages and put the book aside.

　　Seeing so much money, Arat's eyes lit up.

　　Don't look at how rickety he was when he took the book, his body trembled so much, and he was more efficient than a cat when collecting money.

　　After collecting the money, his speed became extremely slow again: "I still have a few special magic items here."

　　"Take it out." Mu Qiqi said.

　　Arat looked left and right: "Is it right here?"

　　"Well, no one comes to the cafe every day."

　　Mu Qiqi's face did not blushed, and he said without a heartbeat that no one came to the cafe, which was recognized by everyone.

　　Arat looked outside the door, and remembered the scene of the empty street. He hesitated and took out a wooden box first.

　　Inside the box is a necklace with a large irregular gemstone on the necklace.

　　"This is a pure fallen angel soul fragment, which can be used for sacrifice or to assist in magic summoning."

　　Pure Fallen Angel Soul Fragment...

　　It sounds like a cloudless sky with a few white clouds floating in it.