"But you shouldn't have found the actors yet, if it's the plot of the whole Egyptian story, it will take a lot of personnel."

It's not that the Eighty-Nine Temple doesn't have confidence in Kaguya's ability to negotiate, but Kaguya has been in the Eternal Pavilion for a long time, and when she first went to Shouya Shrine to solve the snake rope, she would take the wrong way and go to the White Jade Tower.

The only places she is familiar with now are the places she has been to with Bajiu Temple before.

"You don't have to worry about this, it's impossible to shoot all of them, so we can only choose the most classic parts."

Kaguya waved his hand, indicating that the eight or nine temples were worried about minor problems, and if she was as smart as her, she had already considered everything.

According to Kaguya's concept, the whole play only needs to have two parts, the beginning and the end, and the middle part can be saved, as long as there is a final battle part.

She made a prayer gesture with her hands on her chest, her eyes revealing antiquity, as if she was completely immersed in her own mental makeup. She has always been ridiculed by her sister Red as a vase that can only make trouble, and this time, she has to seize the opportunity to make a movie of the highest level in Gensokyo to prove herself.

Looking at her appearance, the Eighty-Nine Temple knew that Kaguya's mind had already turned a lot of corners, and the previous purpose - to save the petrified Son of Heaven and the original purpose of filming - to help the Eight Nine Temple learn the ability of the Red Devil Pavilion were almost forgotten.

The latter is estimated to be Kaguya in retrospect, and the former's words should have been completely forgotten by Kaguya.

Poor Son of Heaven.

But this is just right, and he has to worry a lot about it.

"And what about the exact time?" Bajiu Temple finally asked.

"After three days, after all, we have to squeeze out some time for those actors from their busy lives." Kaguya replied that she is not a black-hearted boss who will make people abandon their daily lives, and she gives the greatest tolerance to good people who are willing to come to filming.

However, when there is no mutation, aren't the girls in Gensokyo all idle to death, desperately looking for things to do, so that they all make big news one by one, and finally become mutant black hands?

Do they really have something to do like this?

"Ahh

Somewhere in the forest, a certain black-and-white magician sensed that someone was talking to her, and couldn't help but sneeze.

"Marisa, be careful, I'm doing something very important right now."

Alice put down the doll and gem in her hand and looked up at Marisa dissatisfied, who had almost broken the doll because of one of the latter's sneezes.

Marisa, who was lying on the windowsill, didn't have the slightest intention of repenting, she touched her head with a smile, and said happily, "Yes, that's really amazing." ”

"It's not powerful, it's serious, these are all magic crystals from the demon world, if they detonate, there will be a big explosion."

Alice sighed, she really had no way to deal with Marisa's rough lines, and she could only explain patiently when she was eaten to death.

"Explosion, I like it, the most powerful thing is the best, can you grind this into powder and add it to the gossip furnace?"

Marisa, who was not interested in the pile of purple gems on the ground just now, suddenly her eyes lit up, just like Kaguya saw a video game, and Sixteen Night Sakuya saw the eldest lady's underwear, and Marisa's whole person was excited.

"I guess so, but I'll wait until I put the gems in the doll, and then I'll give you the rest, after all, we promised Kaguya to participate in that show."

Alice, who holds puppet shows in the world all year round, is a very dedicated person, except for the past few years when the changes in the world have increased, she can go to the world every month to perform puppet shows.

It was precisely because of this opportunity that she met Lisa Misty Rain, and then through her fate with Marisa, she met Marisa again.

"Ah, that's it." Marisa looked a little regretful, after stuffing the gems into the doll one by one, there wasn't much left, and when the time came, maybe there wouldn't be such a wonderful firepower.

Alice glanced at Marisa, who was much younger than the blonde figure in the past, and finally couldn't help but relent, pretending not to care, and divided half of the gems.

"You, you can take half of it first."

"Okay, thank you Xiaoai, you're the best."

Marisa didn't know how many people she had said similar things, and Alice didn't know how many times she had heard them, but Alice always felt her heart start to beat faster, and she unconsciously pinched the corners of her clothes, bit her lower lip, and finally turned her head away.

"Sure enough, the people who can see the living are the happiest."

Alice whispered that Marisa had passed away, and as her relic, Marisa was still alive, and Alice felt that she was very happy, but she still had regrets and wanted to make amends. She looked at the improvised nest where Cuppy had been staying, and secretly made up her mind.

"Xiao Ai, what are you talking about?"

Jumping in from the window, Marisa, who was carrying gems in her big hat, looked at Alice talking to herself in surprise.

"Nothing." Alice didn't panic at being spied on the secret, and calmly responded, "You don't have to run around with such a heavy gem on your back, as long as you live in my house, Shanghai and Penglai will help grind." ”

"That's right."

Marisa realizes that Alice has a point, and quickly puts the gem back in and puts her old witch hat back on.

"By the way, the old man wrote to me, let me get along with you and Pache Lily, and remember to give something when I get something, even if it's symbolic."

Marisa tapped her palms and remembered the letter she had received a few days ago, except for the part where her father asked her to stay away from Rinnosuke, and told Alice without reservation, even those words that she couldn't put into words, she said in one go.

Although she ran away from home, in fact, the conflict between their father and daughter is only whether to learn magic or not, and his father will still send some things over during the New Year's holidays to alleviate Marisa's poor life.

For Marisa's stunned words just now, Alice was not angry but happy, thinking that this was a sign of Marisa's honesty, she took a deep breath, suppressed all her joy, became even colder than usual, and said in a pretending calm voice: "What gift do you have for me?" As far as I know, if you pull out the mushrooms, I'll beat you. ”

Too many times, Marisa sent mushrooms too many times, every time Alice accepted her meeting gift with gratitude, every time she was poisoned by that mushroom for a few days and couldn't get out of bed, every time she thought that next time Marisa would definitely repent, every time she would feel that believing in Marisa was too stupid.

There were so many that she really had enough of mushrooms!

"No, it's a work of art that I've managed to find, and you're going to love it."

What does Marisa think is a good work of art?

Alice thought about Marisa's usual tastes, and shook her head with some regret, not thinking that she would produce anything good, but it was not a mushroom.

"That's it."

An extremely delicate wooden statue was handed to Alice, a small bat girl lifelike, holding a spear in her hand, speeding through the air, her floppy dress blown by the strong wind and clinging to her body.

"This is Remilia? It's such a delicate production, did you make it, or did Pache make it? ”

Ingenious, Alice can only use this word to describe this statue, and she has to admit that even she can't portray Remilia so vividly, and she has estimated every detail, even the micro-expression on Remilia's face has been perfectly restored, if it weren't for the fact that this statue was too small, she would have thought that Remilia was turned into wood by magic.

"No, I asked a craftsman in a wooden house near the Red Devil Pavilion."

At that time, Marisa had just come out of the Red Devil Pavilion, but she didn't rush home on a whim, but instead explored the Red Devil Pavilion as the center, trying to find something interesting to do, and she really found something interesting.

"I saw that the door was not closed, so I wanted to help them see if any thieves had gone in and stolen something."

Marisa, the first thief in Gensokyo, said without any shame.

"And it turns out there's an old carpenter in there."

Marisa said in a regretful tone, not knowing what she was sorry for.

The rest of the story is simple.,Marisa, who has the ability to make friends and kills everyone in Gensokyo, almost got close to that person in a few words.,Half a minute later,They became friends.。

"Then I said, we're friends, we have to say something to each other."

How self-acquainted you are!

Alice doesn't know what to say, Marisa's habit hasn't changed until now.

"Then I traded it for him with a mushroom."

Listening to Marisa's story, Alice began to examine the statue carefully, and the more she looked, the more her delicate brow tightened, and finally her whole face changed.

"Are you saying he's not from the Red Devil Pavilion, just a nearby resident?"

Alice stood up and looked at Marisa with an unusually serious and serious expression.

"Yes, aren't you all familiar with everyone in the Red Devil Pavilion? There is no one else except the three new young people from the outside world, and that uncle is very old. Any questions? ”

Marisa is puzzled and doesn't know why Alice is suddenly so serious, but her sixth sense tells her that Alice has found a very important clue, and maybe there will be another mutation in which she Marisa can show her skills.

"It's a big problem, if you look at the hand of the statue of Remilia, aside from the ratio, the length of each finger is exactly the same as the original, and there is no difference at all."

The length of the fingers?

Marisa looked confused. This detail is only taken into account by Alice, and the most important thing in making a doll is a delicate and stable hand, so Alice has always paid great attention to her opponents. She kept in mind what everyone's hands looked like, how long their fingers were, and how often they were rebuilt.

"And there are fingerprints, and the fingerprints of the dolls are exactly the same as Remilia's."

The more Alice looked at the statue, the more frightened she felt, this level of work is no longer something that art can make, the carver must know the person being carved very well, and must go through a long period of intimacy to be able to carve such a statue.

However, in Alice's memory, there was no such person in the Red Devil Pavilion, there were those who had been with Remilia for a long time, but none of them were proficient in sculpture.