old dream

Chapter 302 Resentment
Directly below the Office of the Investigation Department is a storage room that has not been used for a long time.Some old equipment that is not commonly used is piled up here.Inside the box were various mechanical cipher machines, and sealed bottles of materials such as cinnabar and steel salt were placed on the shelves.There was also a row of crude statues of sacramental figures, slumped in a corner.

These statues were seized from the hands of esoteric religious personnel, and they were based on ancient saints. Most of them were mutilated, with painful and weird expressions.Bode Ives in a black dress is sitting on the ground, there is no sense of dissonance between these portraits, and it is difficult to find her at a glance.

Colin originally wanted to keep her in the room, but the pale goddess insisted on following her out.Or to be precise, she insisted on bringing this body out.For the first time, even Colin didn't realize that the puppet was always around her, because she didn't have any breath on her body.After this happened a few times, it was up to her.

In the darkness behind the curtain, the puppet leaned against the corner lifelessly, its expression frozen like a dusty portrait.If she moved her arm suddenly at this moment, it might even startle people.

But those bright eyes always reflected the newspapers in front of him, and the pupils were not focused, but repeatedly savored the few photos in the newspapers.

One of the pictures is of the actress Melita, her persona, her living substitute, her voice.

After the Metropolitan Theater lost its puppet, the behind-the-scenes contributor temporarily returned to the stage.But Melita didn't seem to cherish this opportunity very much, instead she was busy secretly.In recent days, Melita seldom shows up at the Grand Theater, and sometimes she doesn't come back until 10 minutes before the performance, and she looks like she is in a hurry.

Citizens everywhere reported seeing her.The opera singer Melita is rumored to be in the city of Danalo looking for something, for example, a doll that will nearly replace her forever.

The whole morning in the storage room was spent in silence, and then the afternoon.The dim light and shadow moved slowly on the floor, and it wasn't until evening that the puppet nodded as if dozing off.She turned her head and looked out of the curtain, and a female moon as thin as a sickle had already appeared in the sky.

At some point, a dozen or so pigeons were entrenched on the window sill, cooing and crowding, peeping through the narrow gap in the curtains.One or two were completely trampled under by the same kind, and some were squeezed to the point of falling, and fell to the ground before they could spread their wings.

Where it was still a clever pigeon, it has completely turned into a crow, a mouse or something like that.

In front of the window, the puppet looked at them quietly, and there was no emotion in Hongyu's eyes.

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For some reason, Colin inexplicably felt a burst of strong resentment.

Emotions come very violently and are short-lived.If you are not sensitive, you can't even detect it, it's like your mood has turned bad for no reason.Ke Lin was startled, and then glanced at the material he was looking at just now, making sure that there was nothing on it that would make him resentful.

Well, it's Boyd Elvis.

Apart from the desire to break free from the seal, it was the first time that Colin experienced such strong emotions from her, moreover, it was negative resentment.

By the time he realized it, the resentment was gone, but Colin got up anyway and went to the storage room.As a result, everything was quiet as before, and no abnormalities were found.

The puppet withdrew its gaze from the window and looked at Colin.She doesn't have the ability to speak, so she can't explain what happened just now.

Colin went to the window, where there was nothing but a little pigeon droppings and feathers.

So in the end, he could only close the gap between the curtains and go back to the upstairs office.

As soon as the time came to five o'clock in the afternoon, Ellie went home on time.As if she was executing a military order, she would never stay here for a second less, but she would never stay here for a second longer either.

It was already seven o'clock, and there were only two people left in the office, Colin and Emil.In front of a mechanical tape recorder the size of a cabinet, Emil held a black resin earpiece to his ear and checked the recordings rescued from the bug alone.

He sat on a chair with his legs crossed, his eyes closed, and in the other hand he held the sandwich he brought, taking a bite from time to time.

"Actually, you already know that they have problems, after all, that is the spell you are good at."

After standing beside him for a while, Colin suddenly asked:

"Why didn't you say it? Because you are also a user of language magic, and you saw your own shadow?"

Emil chewed and looked back at him, pointing to another sandwich on the table.Colin waved his hand to express his refusal, and planned to eat something else on the way home.

"Language magic is not as magical as you think, it cannot do this kind of thing alone."

Putting down the sandwich and recording the conversation in the barrel with a pen, Emil said:
"Suppressed emotions don't go away, they're just temporarily buried. It's like building a fortress on the beach, and sooner or later the waves will wash it away."

He put down his pen and pressed a button, and the disk around the thin strip of shellac began to spin again:
"It implies that it is impossible to change the subject for a long time. After the energy is suppressed, it loses the channel of catharsis. If it is not extracted in time, it will explode sooner or later."

"But those memberships were really changed over the long term," Colin said:

"So in this seemingly complete transaction, members are paying not just money, but their inner energy."

But even Colin knew that extracting emotions from ordinary people was not an easy task, and the cost might even exceed the commission charged by Mrs. Tuwana.

If it's just for making money, it's impossible to do this kind of thing.

"Can the emotions of leaving the host be preserved?" Colin asked.

"Who knows."

"Why didn't you say it?" asked Colin, who had already guessed the answer.

No one else was present, and Colin stared at the other party's celadon-colored pupils:

"You know who it is, so you hide it."

"More than once, you prevented me from killing the assassin; you would never have entered the Metropolitan Theater if it hadn't been for the Commander-in-Chief's order; you dared not even look at Mammoth McBride when he appeared. I know, now The thing you never want to see in your dreams is that the Investigation Department and the Grand Duke are going against each other, even if you understand that we can't live in peace. What makes you so afraid of Edmund, because of the incompetent Ninth Bureau?"

Verbal magic only makes the subject more vulnerable.

"You think too simply. The ninth game is far from the whole of the Grand Duke." Amir said suddenly, his voice trembling slightly:
"He hid his real power in the theater. Those people have no establishment, but even the Silent City and the Mammoth are just the tip of the iceberg. The Principality is very weak, but why can it always exist? The background of a border prince is You can't imagine it at all, even..."

Emil looked at Colin and tried to utter the word several times, but he never dared to make a sound.

"A crown."

He just said so with his mouth.

"How miserable were the previous operations officers?"

Colin's voice suddenly calmed down, perhaps because of the residual resentment, he said extremely coldly:

"You don't hesitate to use language magic on yourself?!"

(End of this chapter)