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Moshi walked through the dark corridor and used the key to open the side door of the Spinel Academy library (the key he had asked for from Mor Amethyst during the day, and he said he had a tome that he had to investigate).

The clouds obscured the moon, and the eaves obscured the moonlight that was struggling to pierce the clouds. There is no light here.

"On the first day, God said there would be light. He whispered the universal mantra from the Ancient Western Magical Society.

Then, a small light source appeared in his fingertips.

This was something he had acquired, or rather, regained, a practical little spell while studying anesthetic.

With this light, he walked up the coiled staircase. It was as if two years ago, he had followed Ember Waping down the stairs from the library. But this time he's going upwards. He didn't feel the fear that the darkness brought to him.

The bluebird was silent in his hands.

He made his way to the third floor, but didn't open the door to the room where the books were hidden.

He just stood in the corridor and found a suitable window for himself, pushing the bulky glass window open a gap. This is the fourth time he's done this, and he's already mastered it.

"You don't have to cover my eyes. ”

The magic was lifted, and the silvery-white light on Mo Shi's hand disappeared.

He stood still, trying to adjust to the darkness. Slowly, under the faint moonlight, the scenery outside the window gradually took on the outline. Looking down from here, you can see two huge water tanks, which were placed there so that the library could quickly find a source of water in the event of a fire.

In the current Spinel Academy, if you want to find "water", then this is the only place.

The well was guarded by a special person, and the creek that was blocked by the wall was patrolled by the guards of the Inquisition—all of which Moshi had requested, of course. Power, indeed, is gratifying.

Helen's fifth brother, who was in charge of the raccoon, was walking along the river, but fell and drowned in the rushing water when he stepped on the mud.

If that killer wants to continue completing his work, he needs water, then he will come here.

Mo Shi knew he had no choice.

The killer must carry out the murder plan quickly, because if he does not seize the opportunity of the Church Investigation Academy, then the lockdown will end and the people he wants to kill will be leaving.

He is no longer a high-flying executioner, but a trapped beast forced to complete his work.

Of course, he can also choose to stop.

Seriously, Moshi wanted him to stop.

But for some reason, Mo Shi knew he wouldn't.

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On the fifth day, the interrogation of the Blue House had ended, and the interrogation of the "lower levels" of the White House was about to end. Several counts and marquis joined forces to protest to the king what was happening at the Spinel Academy, accusing the Church of being "rude and unjustified".

The king has not yet replied. Moshi knows. He doesn't reply quickly, he prevaricates and pretends to care. The king knew how to do this.

It was also on the night of this fifth day that Mo Shi waited for the person he had been waiting for.

He was standing on the third floor of the library, by the window.

He is not a snowdrifter, so the night is vague and chaotic to him. But the moonlight still slanted down through the gaps in the clouds, giving him some mercy.

He stood quietly, every day, and only then did he truly belong to himself. His mind began to come alive.

When his eyes began to get sleepy, and his mind felt like a storm, something appeared in the narrow field of vision, in the corner of the window.

Mo Shi breathed lightly and long.

A man, dragging a body. Two black shadows.

He walked over and stepped on the grass without making a sound, like a ghost. But the body he was dragging made a grinding sound. For the first time, Mo Shi knew that the dead were noisier and more vivid than the living.

The figure stood in front of the water tank and stood silently for a moment.

He's wheezing, he's resting.

It still seemed too difficult to walk with the corpses, and he had come here from somewhere, exhausted. He stood in silence. Stand in the middle of the gap in the window. The darkness blurred his form.

For a moment, Moshi almost thought he had been discovered.

But then the figure moved. He pushed away the stone slab pressed against the tank, trying to be as careful as possible, but there was still a screeching sound. With great patience, he slowly moved the slab and gently lowered it to the ground.

Then he picked up the heavy black mass and, just as slowly, gently, sank it into the water. The moonlight traced the shape of the water waves, and the flowing folds fell silent after shaking violently. The slate was put back on the tank.

Moshi watched as it all happened.

Still quiet and silent.

Moser didn't mention it to outsiders (whether it was the Inquisition or the Church)—it was the two water tanks at the back of the library.

He didn't let anyone ambush here with him either.

He watched alone.

Just watching.

Others would describe this as "indifference".

Maybe if he walked on now, if he did something before the slate closed, maybe that body would have a chance to come back to life?

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Mo Shi blinked, realizing that he was standing on the bright corridor.

It's another sunny day.

But the rainy season was fast approaching, and he could smell the moisture in the air.

This is where the students of Hakunoin live.

It was still very early, and there were not many people who got up, and the servants of the noble young master came from the lower room one after another, carrying a change of clothes or food trays.

Some of the students had already gotten up and opened the door.

They stood in the room, in the doorframe, and they looked at Mo Shi, and hurried back before their eyes met.

Now everyone here is afraid of him.

Unlike the fear they had had previously feared when they suspected that he was a "murderer", the fear at this moment is a power-based entity with a clear and irresistible reason, and therefore more tangible and terrifying.

Mo Shi is no longer an apprentice, but a judge who represents the authority of the adult world.

He had moved out of the church since its arrival, and now he had reappeared abruptly and out of place. They may think he's here to interrogate someone.

Mo Shi realized his mistake and turned away. Fortunately, Dino hadn't gotten up yet, otherwise he would have grabbed himself and asked why Mo Shi was standing here. He thought about it, and his heart trembled slightly.

At 9 a.m., he left the interrogation room, citing the need for a secret investigation.

He wandered aimlessly (in a sense) around the spinel academy.

Before lunch, he saw the elderly herbalist in the herbaries, and Opal Zirpriconia, who was asking him questions. The young man was elegant and quiet, and on his shoulder rested the flightless edelweiss that had turned gray-brown because of the arrival of summer.

When the old doctor left, he almost rushed into the herb room.

But as he was about to walk in front of the young man, Mo Shi slowed down again, making himself look calm enough.

He tried to put on a smile and pretend that everything was going on (but it wasn't possible), but failed.

Silence swirled, and the edelweiss hesitated to chirp a few times.

"I ......," said Opal Zirconium first, "I know you're there." ”

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