"Xio, you're back. How long have I been working?" Forsi didn't seem to notice the doll in Xio's arms. He lazily said hello and didn't even bother to turn around and look at the clock hanging on the wall.
Do it.
"More than an hour." Xio looked coldly at Forsi, who wanted to sink into the sofa. He found a place where it was not easy to get dirty, put down the doll in his arms, and carefully adjusted the position of the joints.
She was able to stand there steadily.
"If I really want to do it, my speed is quite fast!" Forsi muttered to himself, and Hui suddenly said with a dark look on his face:
"So your book is ready?"
Forsi asked, with a "You want me to die, don't you?" expression on his face, and said speechlessly: "How can it be so fast? Even if it is just a short story, it must be about a hundred pages. If you keep
With today’s efficiency, it takes about ten days to...write it?”
"Why is it a question?" Xio looked at Forsi with burning eyes, but Forsi said with a tired posture:
"I have been completely burned out just now. I need to rest for at least two days, no, at least three days before I can write again!"
"Oh." Xio nodded and said nothing more, but this time Forsi was stunned.
If it had been before, Xio would have muttered a few words, why are you so straightforward today?
Speaking of which...
"Where were you just now?"
"I went to Mr. Panredax and asked you why you were like this, and by the way, I accepted a task worth a hundred times." Xio said as he took off his inner and outer height-enhancing pants.
Although riding boots can make her feel more confident when going out, they are really not very friendly to those little feet.
"A hundred commissions? Are you crazy? There were only ten commissions before to protect the workers' strike!" Fors was so frightened that he jumped up from the sofa, looked at Xio with disbelief, and then regretted:
"It's all my fault!"
"It has nothing to do with you!" Xio really wanted to make Forsi feel guilty, but seeing her expression, he still couldn't help but explain:
"Your problem is the consequences of violating the contract. As for mine, it's actually a long-term mission. Well, that's it."
Forsi had already speculated that her conscience ached because of the breach of contract, but she didn't pay too much attention to it. She just followed Xio's hand and looked at it. Then, she suddenly found that there was an extra person in the house who didn't know before.
The thing that existed suddenly opened its eyes wide: "Doll? When did you put it there?"
"I just brought it back." Seeing Forsi's reaction, Xiu finally felt relieved, and then explained, "My new mission is to take this doll to Backlund's famous entertainment venue every day, and then at night
Just bring it back, but I need to find someone to help identify it first to avoid the possibility that it is an explosive."
"That's it, it sounds pretty relaxing." Forsi got up from the sofa, walked over to the exquisite doll, and looked at it loudly, then turned to Xio with a slightly teasing expression -
"Speaking of which, this doll makes me feel like you have grown up. Do you think Mr. Snow made it in your image? But you are already twenty-four years old, will you make another doll?"
Grow up?"
"I can definitely grow taller!" Xiu muttered angrily, and then said:
"You'd better not get too close. I always feel that there may be something wrong with this doll."
"It's normal to have problems! If there were no problems, who would spend a hundred gold pounds worth of commissions to let you take the doll shopping every day?" Forsi said matter-of-factly, reaching out to poke the doll's face.
Although it is made of sintered clay, it has an incredibly warm and moist feel. When you gently rub it with your fingers, it is as if it has been scratched across the girl's skin.
"It's really amazing! I've seen one that's about the same size as this one in Rosener Doll Store before, and the workmanship is much rougher. Do you know the price of that doll?" Forsi said with an exclamation tone,
Xio shook his head, and Forsi said to himself:
"Eight hundred pounds! That doll costs eight hundred pounds!"
"Oh, it's a relatively normal price." Xio nodded. "The base price of this kind of 1:2 life-size doll is around five hundred pounds. It's common for high-quality products to cost eight hundred pounds, if it's made by a master.
, the price can easily exceed one thousand gold pounds, I used to..."
At this point, Xio suddenly shook his head and said no more. Forsi probably understood that Xio was thinking about his past again, so he shook his head and changed the subject:
"Speaking of identification, do you have a more reliable identification channel?"
"No." Xio shook his head in frustration, only to realize that there were no extraordinary people in his circle who were good at identification. In the past, there was Mr. A who could provide help, but now, the host there is Mr. V, who belongs to this doll.
Owner.
"Then there's no other way. I'll try walking in my circle." Forsi sighed and thought about asking Mr. Fool for help. The gentleman seemed quite kind and could even help with extraordinary materials and formulas.
It should be no problem to make sacrifices and gifts, and help identify items, right? Probably.
"Your circle? Since when did you have a circle that I don't know about?" Xio looked at Forsi with some suspicion, but Forsi did not explain the existence of the Tarot Society, but just said:
"Anyway, I'll give you the results as soon as possible."
"Then you should be careful and don't do dangerous things!" Xio hesitated for a moment, but still did not reject Forsi's kindness. As a best friend who often mocked his brain, Forsi was much better than him in terms of intelligence and caution.
.
"It's just not working hard enough." Xio shook her head, turned around and walked towards the kitchen. Judging from Forsi's "burn out" attitude, she probably wouldn't cook today.
…
"A fool who does not belong to this era..."
"Who is it, Mr. Devil is having afternoon tea today? No, this is a female voice..." In the afternoon, Klein, who was protecting his child at a jewelry merchant's house in the West District, heard the prayer, silently murmured a few words in his heart, and joined several other private guests.
The detective said hello, went to the bathroom and entered above the gray fog. Then, he saw the crimson star from which the voice of prayer came.
"Miss Magician?"
Although Klein was confused, he did not think too much, but immediately spread his spirituality. Then, he heard the prayer from the magician lady:
"Mr. Fool, a friend of mine received a commission, asking her to deliver a doll to Backlund's famous entertainment venue every day. She suspected that this doll might be dangerous, so I beg you to help me identify it.
This doll..."
"Do I have a friend series? Or is it really a commission from a friend?" Klein raised his eyebrows, feeling a little curious. After thinking for a moment, he sat at the top of the long bronze table and began to write lines of divination sentences.
After several minutes of complicated divination, he finally made up his mind and first recorded an audio clip. After editing it, he sent it to Miss Magician.
…
Forsi had just laid back on the sofa after finishing her prayers when her eyes were suddenly covered by fog. Then, a majestic voice sounded in her ears——
