On an early winter afternoon, although the sun is still shining, there is already a bit of chill in the air.

Leaving the crowd of people on the pedestrian street and turning into a narrow alley next to the street, what caught Zheng Qing's eyes was no longer the lush greenery he saw when he first came, but the golden and red fallen leaves all over the ground.

The alley is still deep and secluded. It's just that the corners of the wall that were originally covered with moss have gradually faded away from the dampness in the dry and cold air, and there is no squirting insect sound between the cracked cracks of the bluestone slabs under his feet. Under the mixture of the silent wall on the left and the quiet buildings on the right, it becomes more and more bleak and lonely.

The young student stepped on the dead leaves, and galloped all the way, and in a short time, he came to the familiar black gate.

Compared to when I first arrived, the 'Institute of Abnormal Lives' now looks much cleaner and cleaner than before.

The rust on the iron door was cleaned up, the slender white door plate was painted, and the gold leaf between the large characters on it was also re-pasted neatly; the talisman boards hanging on both sides of the gate invited two door gods again, and Shen Tu and Yu Lei were sitting in the middle of the golden sword, looking at the gate with a serious face—I don't know when, Zheng Qing has rarely seen these door gods playing cards on the wall—even the golden-eyed white tiger at Yu Lei's feet has its tail upright, grinning and walking between the talismans, looking loyal to his duty.

The creepers hanging on the blue-black walls on the left and right of the iron gate have also been repaired neatly, perhaps because the climate is relatively mild, even though it is already early winter, the leaves of these vines and plants have not yet fallen clean, orange, red and yellow, and the leaves of various colors hang on the blue-black wall, but set off a strange vitality.

The gate was not locked, but left with a thin slit, and if someone who was not familiar with it saw it, he would think that the gate was closed. That is, Zheng Qing has come and gone many times, and he has not been fooled by this thin seam.

He stood in the doorway, hesitated for a moment, and leaned his head closer to the crack to glance at it.

As expected, no one was glaring at him at the door.

The young student hesitated for a few seconds, then finally sighed and glanced down at the box in his arms.

"I'll be scolded in a while, you need to say good things for me......"

The elves were still asleep in their cots, unresponsive to the young wizard's prayers. Zheng Qing pursed his lips, and finally did not knock on the door again, but squeezed it with his foot, squeezed the door a little wider, and then drilled in along the crack in the door.

It's not that he's not polite, it's that he's been going back and forth a lot, and he's getting acquainted with Dr. Duzem a lot, and he knows that he gets most tired of red tape. And he also knew that this crack in the door was originally reserved for him - meaning that he should stop knocking on the door and make noise.

Because of the re-oiling, the iron door was silent when it was opened, and even if Zheng Qing closed the door again with his foot, it didn't make much movement.

The yard was quiet as always.

Zheng Qing hugged the box and involuntarily stood on tiptoe as he walked, trying to reduce his sense of existence. Although he also knows that this is just a cover-up, sometimes, people always like to deceive themselves.

I walked to the door of the study with all the way, and I didn't even see a ghost along the way—of course, it is very difficult to see a ghost in a wizard's house—and unlike the hidden door, the door of the study was completely open.

The young public student stretched his neck and went in, and happened to make eye contact with the yellow bird in the birdcage hanging by the window.

The bird blinked, flapped its wings, opened its little mouth and sang merrily: "I have a pair of little eyes, I can always see clearly, probe the brain at the door to slow down the footsteps......"

Zheng Qing secretly shouted 'bad thing' in his heart, and when he turned his eyes, the two people in the room had already looked over.

"You're a little late today. ”

Jiang Yu glanced back at him, and there didn't seem to be much blame in his tone, but there was a vague a... Zheng Qing didn't know if he was delusional.

"I went to talk to the wandering wizard about something...... That old man is too inkblotted. Zheng Qing hurriedly explained the reason why he was late, and at the same time placed the cardboard box he was holding in his arms on Dr. Duzem's desk.

As he put down the cardboard box, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a small bottle on the edge of the table, between the witch and the doctor, containing some translucent liquid.

But when he turned around to look again, the little bottle had disappeared without a trace, as if it had just been his delusion.

Compared with the witch, the attitude of the master of the study was a little cold—or rather, from Zheng Qing's appearance until now, Dr. Duzem had been frowning, not knowing what he was thinking, and did not open his mouth to greet Zheng Qing.

It wasn't until Zheng Qing put down the box that the doctor looked up and glanced at the young public-funded student as if he had been awakened.

Then he turned his face and looked at Jiang Yu.

"Are you really sure? You know, the risk of targeted conversions is high......"

"Pretty sure, sir. Jiang Yu interrupted the doctor's words very rudely, looked out the window, and said in a very resolute tone: "This is my request...... We've talked about it many times before. ”

"Okay...... If you insist. Dr. Duzem looked a little helpless, he sighed deeply, stretched out his finger and pulled out his eyeballs, threw them into the eyewash next to him, and muttered, "If your grandmother knew about this, she would definitely stew me......"

Zheng Qing listened to the ominous conversation between the two, and suddenly remembered the reference books that Jiang Yu had borrowed before, and raised his eyebrows, vaguely aware that something was wrong.

But before he could ask, Jiang Yu took out a wooden box with a red ribbon from Kun's bag and stuffed it into the arms of the young public-funded student.

"You won first place in the freshman race, and I haven't officially congratulated you yet. The witch smiled and said, noticing the boy's surprised expression, and immediately added, "This is a congratulatory ...... According to 'our' rules, it must be given to a friend in this case. ”

Zheng Qing held the wooden box and was stunned, his expression a little complicated.

The 'we' in Jiang Yu's mouth is not with him, but refers to the circle where the 'family wizards' are located. From this point of view, she gave Zheng Qing a congratulatory ceremony, and Zheng Qing was really difficult to refuse.

"Why don't you open it and take a look?" the witch urged as she looked at him holding the gift box.

Zheng Qing smiled bitterly, ripped off the ribbon on the box, and opened the wooden box.

There is a greeting card in the box.

Under the greeting card, there is a blue-black gun with a wooden handle, which looks simple and heavy, but exudes a faint atmosphere.