"Hmm. One reads the book. ”

Jessica groaned and got up from the table with her head covered, her forehead still bearing the red mark from lying on the table.

"My head hurts."

She hugged her head, feeling that her whole body was in a mess, and her whole body hurt everywhere, as if she had been beaten violently.

If it weren't for the fact that her memory was not wrong, she would have even thought that there had been some accident last night, but unfortunately there was no accident, she just drank too much.

A wail of pain, Jessica sighed, "... It seems that I will have to drink less in the future. ”

As she spoke, she reached out and touched a certain can beside her, shook it, and there was still half a bottle of wine in it, so she poured it into her mouth with satisfaction.

Yesterday's harvest was not bad, and things did not surprise her.

Following the trail, she finds the body of her client's son, who, as she suspected, may have died due to a gang fight or some other accident.

The corpse was in an inconspicuous corner, like a rat in a stinking gutter, small and dispensable.

Like the tiniest being in the world.

This is the end of the matter, Jessica casually threw the folder to the bottom of the table, all the clues she found have been matched, and the next thing she needs is to communicate with the client.

Maybe this single won't make much money, but... Looking at Jessica's decadent attitude towards life, you know that she didn't expect her career to make any big money.

But in the next moment, her gaze fell as the folder landed, and then suddenly froze.

"Ding--Ding--"

But at this moment, the phone on her desk that she didn't know where to roll suddenly rang.

"Jessica Jones Detective Agency."

Jessica instinctively touched the phone in a pile of clutter and said in a lazy and indifferent tone.

“。。 Joan, Detective Jones, I was the other day. ”

"Oh, it's you, I know."

Jessica could already hear the owner of the voice, the only person she had entrusted with the search for her child.

"Listen."

Jessica finally put on a slightly more formal tone, "I've found your son." ”

The breathing on the other side suddenly stopped, and there was a silence that seemed to be dead, and although Jessica seemed to bring good news, her sudden change in tone still made the other end of the phone instinctively uneasy.

It was an instinct that came from family affection.

Sure enough, it seemed that after giving the other party a little time to prepare, Jessica said slowly, "His corpse." ”

"Bang!"

The weight fell to the ground, and Jessica had already taken the phone away from her ears.

Sure enough, the other party couldn't accept the news at all, and the moment he heard it, the phone had fallen to the ground.

Jessica waited quietly, rummaging through the pile of cans next to her, and was pleasantly surprised to find half a beer bottle left, so she quietly took a big sip.

After a while, I don't even know how long it was, there was finally a voice on the other end of the phone.

"Detective Jones."

The voice sounded trembling, as if it had aged for countless years in an instant.

Jessica didn't ask you if you were okay, are you okay or something like that, the other party obviously doesn't seem to be nothing, and her character is destined to make her not such a person.? One to C?OM

"I've called the police." Jessica continued in a steady tone.

"They've collected the body, and it won't be long before you're notified."

"That's it, contact again."

Without even waiting for the other party to respond, Jessica Jones hung up the phone directly, although all this had nothing to do with her, but after all, she brought the news over.

It doesn't feel good.

And.. It seems that something is not quite right, very wrong.

She, forgot something.

Jessica's eyes were fixed on a blank piece of paper inside the drawer, which was full of numbers, a series of dates, the date of the most recent period, and Jessica recorded every moment of every day.

And now, there's one less day on it, and it's yesterday.

It's not a strange habit, it's purely because of the purple people.

The Purple Man's control is simply irresistible, and the reason for the date record is to keep track of how long he has been away from the Purple Man, and the other is to prove that he is still himself.

But the record was broken.

In any case, even if she was drunk, Jessica could remember to write down today's date, and maybe her handwriting was not elegant or even messy when she was drunk, but she would not forget.

Maybe.. Did you drink too much yesterday?

Jessica was a little confused.

No, not quite right.

Her memory is very clear, and even the process of slowly following the clues to find the body yesterday is still vivid, and she definitely didn't drink as much yesterday as before.

That.. It's for what reason.

Jessica suddenly thought of a possibility that gave her a creep.

That memory wasn't her memory, or rather... This is not the case with real memories, her memories have been altered, and only then can she explain why she remembers everything from yesterday, but only forgot to record the date.

Purple people.

As an old rival who kills and loves each other, Jessica immediately thought of Purple Man.

But if she's not mistaken, Purple can't modify other people's memories, she can only control others, using her voice, her language is both a command.

If it's not a purple man, then who's it?

What the hell is going on here.

Jessica felt a little confused.

She swept the beer bottle to the floor, then retrieved her phone from the table, washed her face, put on her hoodie again, and hurried out the door, heading straight for the police station.

Regardless of the problems with her memory, she remembered that she had found the body, which had been taken away by the police and should have been on the medical examiner's table by now.

In any case, she had to make a trip to the police station.

The truth doesn't lie.

Incidentally.. Hopefully, the police will leave work late enough.

。。。

The whole Hell's Kitchen is rioting again. Or rather, Hell's Kitchen has never been peaceful.

The arrival of the Purple Man made the chaotic situation in Hell's Kitchen more and more chaotic, and the heavy blow to the Purple Man made the situation in Hell's Kitchen even more impetuous.

The Irish gang is on the move, the speeders* seem to be resurrecting, and even a few small gangs that are not in the middle of the stream are starting to stir up, as if they are planning to take advantage of the chaos.

Everybody, waiting for the muddy waters of Hell's Kitchen to turn into complete chaos.

And as one of the indispensable forces to help the link, Yi Huan, but still stayed in the surrounding stores with Lucy as if nothing happened, studying some meaningless broken things.

"So... Even if the compass is successful, what do I want a compass to find what is in my heart. ”

Yi Huan finished reading Lucy's latest collection of stories in a voice without a trace of undulation, and then threw the thin booklet to the glass window next to it, and with it, there was a worn-out compass that appeared out of thin air, and Yi Huan easily threw the compass read by the silver tongue into the window.

Captain Jack Sparrow's compass, a gift from the goddess of the sea, genuine.

。。 Well, even if it's not the real thing, it's exactly the same as the real thing.

The compass will guide you to find the existence that your heart yearns for, even if it points in the direction it points to, but on the contrary, if your heart does not know what you are looking for, the compass will rotate and cannot stop.

"Meaningless."

Yi Boredom threw the compass aside, "It's not as good as my magic, at least it knows better than me what my heart yearns for." ”

Magic can also achieve this, and it will not be invalidated by inner uncertainty, and the magic of the easy will directly find what he wants, even if his own heart is not clear.

Because sometimes, even if people don't know what they want in their hearts, they will know it subconsciously.

"I know." In the face of the noisy vomiting, Lucy shrugged indifferently, "This is not for you, as a peripheral store, we always have to have some products that we can handle." ”

"I don't think so." Yi Huan said with some difficulty, "Normal peripheral stores will buy such magical items. ”

"I don't think I ever said we were a normal merch store." Lucy expressed a different opinion, "You should know that we are in the field of vision of S.H.I.E.L.D. ”

"So... We always have to show something out of the ordinary, otherwise it will be too lo and not be taken seriously. ”

"It's easier to carry out our plans without attention, and when the stars converge, I don't want to be followed by a bunch of S.H.I.E.L.D. who value me."

Yi Huan's tone is flat, and the pronunciation is accentuated on the two words of emphasis.

"Then wouldn't it be better for us not to get into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s sight in the first place." Lucy looked at Yi Huan with disdain, "I'm ashamed of you when the traverser treats you like this." ”

"It's still infinitely streaming."

Yi Huan rolled his eyes.

In the shop, whatever words or actions they say that shouldn't appear will not be noticed by the higher beings, and the magic that surrounds them will automatically replace them with normal ones, such as counting goods, doing a few low-level magic experiments, and so on.

As a magical intelligence, although Lucy has her own personality and is sometimes a little out of line, her core essence will not change.

Be loyal to Yi Hustle and assist him.

A broken compass obviously didn't help Yi Huan, but that wouldn't be Lucy's only achievement.

In the time when Yi Huan rolled his eyes, Lucy turned around and slapped a thick clay jar on the counter in front of Yi Huan.

There was a terrifying shaking of the glass counter, but it finally calmed down.

The jar had obviously not been touched for a long time, and it was covered with a thick layer of dust, and with Lucy's movements, the dust even trickled down.

Of course, these small dusts naturally won't fall on Yi Huan's body, and there is no longer even a need for magic and spells, and the shadow energy surrounding him will automatically eliminate these small problems.

"It's..." Yi Huan frowned, obviously recognizing this thing, but looking at his expression, it seemed that he had completely forgotten about it.

"Hyakkihime."

Lucy said, "Look at the way you look, I must have forgotten." ”

This time, Yi Huan didn't refute it, because it was.

"It's time to release them." Lucy said, "In this... But there are a lot of powerful hundred ghosts, and even youkai. ”

Hyakkihime, as the name suggests, refers to their race, which is at least more than a few dozen if there are not a hundred.

Their strength is strong and weak, the strong ones are like Tamamo Qian, who don't even shake off the hustle and bustle, and the weak ones are also the little guys like Yamako Ji and Kagehime, who can only rely on numbers to win.

But even if it's just the weakest Yamako Ji and Kagehime, they have an overwhelming victory against ordinary people, and their numbers. It's a lot.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to occupy a place, and they would have been wiped out by each other among the hundred ghosts a long time ago.

It's not that Yi Huan didn't want to read them all in one go, but it wasn't an easy thing to do.

It's easy to read a hundred ghosts like Flower Wedding Ji, Shan Zi Ji, and Shadow Hime, and it's not difficult to write their stories, and even reading those boring folk tales is a bit interesting.

But if you want to read out the real strength of a big monster like Tamamo, the rationality and logic of the story need to be carefully pondered.

It will be a lengthy process and will be very tedious.

So Yi Huan forgot about them for a while.

But now Lucy took them out.

"Do you have a solution?" Yi Huan asked, "A success story?" ”

This is the only possibility that Yi Huan can think of.

"The story doesn't work out." Lucy smiled, "It's still up to you to do the experiment." ”

"Not really." Yi Huan spread his hands.

So what's the difference between this and the original way, it's all about Yi Huan testing a little bit to see if the story is feasible and whether it can be really realized with a silver tongue, but there is no need for Yi Huan to write the story himself, with the magic intelligence Lucy to write, the fault tolerance and accuracy of the story are greatly improved.

But it's still cumbersome.

This is not only the reason for the dry mouth, but also a kind of mental boredom, and reading these very boring stories for a long time can not stand even the hustle and bustle.

And he can't easily use magic to interfere with his thoughts, because the mind, soul and body are the three most important things in a person, and no change can be sloppy.

"Isn't it like you're bored all day?" Lucy continued to smile, but Yi Huan always felt that there was a deep ill-will hidden under her smile.

"It's going to waste a lot of time." Yi Huan tries to get Lucy to continue to reduce the total amount of the story from other aspects.

"We don't have a lot of time to waste."

Lucy pursed her lips and admitted that what Yi Huan said was the truth.

After a moment of silence, Lucy suddenly hugged the clay jar back, "That's it for today." ”

In her incomprehensible gaze, she said slowly, "The first fish to be released has come back by itself, and I have seen it." ”

"The Purple Man is on his way here."

"Hmm... There seemed to be some strange guy behind her. ”

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