The conversation with the store manager was only a few minutes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but it was actually only a few short sentences, and most of the time I stayed there and waited for the store manager to fix the hairpin.

Coming out of the back door of the café, Ian's expression was a little solemn.

Spread out your hand, in the center of your palm, is a starfish hairpin that has been repaired, even more secure than before. It's hard to imagine how skilled a big man is at this kind of needlework.

I said before that I would hand it over to the other party in person, but now I let myself hand it over, and I don't understand why I don't understand. In the eyes of the store manager, he and the girl should be strangers.... Ian couldn't help but feel a little big, whether he was getting involved in trouble again.

"Have you heard of Carlos syndrome?" said the store manager at the time.... Touching his chin, Ian recalled a word he hadn't heard before. Is it a technical term in the medical world?

Looking at the sky, it's about one o'clock in the afternoon, and it should be too late to go to the library to investigate.

"Carlos syndrome, Carlos syndrome, Carlos ......." muttered repeatedly, lost in thought, and Ian left the alley.

The alley behind the café fell silent.

Ten seconds later-

"Although I really want to say that the relationship between the senior and the store manager is not too fast.... Sister, what is Carlos syndrome?" the girl's voice disrupted the silence of the alley, and Tina turned her head and asked curiously.

After Ian left, he was afraid of being noticed by Ian, so the ponytail in Tina's hand was also released. The long, pink ponytail hung down.

Like a snoozing bat, it can also be said to be a senior ninja?

Fortunately, the door beam was high enough, and the young girl's figure was not noticed by Ian, from beginning to end, her feet hooked the door beam of the back door, and the two sisters hung upside down above Ian's head, quietly observing the teenager below. At the same time, I overheard his self-talk.

"Don't ask me about something that sounds profound. "Because I was really curious about the story that the boy had to tell when he was alone with the shopkeeper, he didn't leave at the first time, but chose to stay here, and he was going to ask him. But hearing something unexpected - arms clasped over his chest, Tifa exhausted his poor brain cells and didn't come to any conclusion, "Anyway, let's go down first." "My body has been hanging upside down for so long, and my head is about to faint.

Unleashing their feet, Tifa and Tina spun perfectly in the air, and Tifa and Tina jumped lightly from the door beam.

"So, go investigate? Idle anyway. Tifa suggested to her sister.

"My sister is very energetic when it comes to the maid. Tina's tone was a little jealous. "Tonight, do you want me to try a night raid in a maid outfit?" The two sets of maid outfits in the size of young girls were well packed in a bag and carried by themselves as a gift from the store manager before.

"I.... I will race!"

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When it comes to investigating a condition, finding a specialist is often the most effective?

Back at the Academy, as they had stayed once before, Tifa and Tina came to the Academy's infirmary. Under the leadership of the nurse, I successfully found the nurse in the infirmary.

Different from the nurse uniform worn by ordinary nurses, the white coat and the end of the orange-red hair are tied in a bun, which looks dignified and wise. When Tifa and Tina knocked on the door and entered, she was sitting quietly in the chair belonging to the head nurse, looking at the reading book in her hand through her half-rimmed glasses and black eyes. Of course, the above appearance is not enough to explain anything, at most it is the category of beauty, what really makes people care is that she can't be called a human at all, the pair of burgundy wings stretched out behind her.... Bright wings that seem to be about to burn.

But the angel's wings are white. Moreover, it is said that angels all come with their own holy light buffs, right?

"Head nurse, someone is looking for you. Miss Nurse shouted at the head nurse. The voice made the head nurse, who was immersed in the story in the book, Blood Feather, pause slightly. Eyes looked away from the books and looked at the two little guests who were looking for her, people they didn't know.

Seeing that they had been staring at their wings curiously since they entered the door, Blood Feather said that they had gotten used to it, and the bloodline of half a harpy made their identity and appearance special. It's understandable - but when are these two girls going to see?

She also seemed to notice the change in the head nurse's mood, and Tifa was the first to react. hurriedly withdrew his faux pas. "That, Aunt Nurse-"

"Little ghost, who did you learn this rude greeting from?" Tifa was a little unexpected, and as soon as the words came out, the figure of the blood feather flashed in front of him, and the sensitivity was accompanied by the red feathers flying in the sky. "Isn't it rude to call a thirty-six-year-old woman an aunt?" said Blood Feather, holding Tifa's ponytail and lifting it.

Tifa: "...."

Nima, isn't it difficult to call your sister if you don't call your aunt at thirty-six?!

"Can you ask, Sister Nurse, what is Carlos Syndrome?" Tina on the side asked directly.

"Carlos syndrome, where did you hear that?" the hand that grabbed Tifa's ponytail couldn't help but let go, and Blood Feather frowned and asked.

"..."Difficult character, Tifa rubbed his scratched ponytail and stepped back, this kind of role was handed over to Tina to deal with.

"It's a secret. Completely ignoring the head nurse's momentum at Bloodfeather, Tina smiled. "Don't the head nurses know?"

"Boring tricks...."Indeed, very few people know about it, so why did you come here to ask....... Bloodfeather took her glasses off. Calm looked at Tina. "I don't know where you heard the words, and you don't seem to have this disease yourself, but—"

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"Carlos syndrome .... People who suffer from this disease are basically the same as those who die. Ian, who had been looking for materials in the library for a long time, heard the question he raised, although Indigo Xuan wondered why he had the illusion that the young man in front of him had already seen it. However, it does not prevent myself from answering the interesting questions I heard.

“.... What do you mean?" because there were so many books in the library that there was no way to blindly search for them, Ian just didn't expect to mention the word to the librarian, but he didn't expect to get the answer right away. Sounds like you still know a lot?

"Carlos syndrome, also known as 'Invitation to Death', originated in the Kalos region of the former empire seven hundred years ago, and is different from the ordinary disease that can be eradicated by healing, which is more cruel and desperate than the cursed undead magic, and is engraved on the soul. It doesn't seem strange to die suddenly at any time...", indigo Xuan said lightly, and she walked around Ian and walked towards the depths of the library. "A contract signed by a powerful necromancer from Carlos to the demons to extract the blood of all the people of Carlos and sacrifice the souls of their relatives in their hometown to the Demon King. Although the contract failed in the middle of the process, and Carlos's people did not die immediately, the curse of the blood and the defects of the soul are already an established fact!" Stopping in front of a selally frequented shelf, he pulled out a book with a gray cover from the shelf, and handed it to Ian, who followed him. "No matter how diluted the bloodline is, it is useless, and you can't escape the fate of the death sentence, a death diary compiled by a desperate Carlos... Why, do you want to know about it?" the viper's eyes revealed an interesting meaning.

The gray lifeless cover, the blood-colored handwriting that catches the bottom of the eye, anger, unwillingness, helplessness, despair.... The emotion conveyed by the handwriting. Ian took the book a little heavily, not opening it. "Can you ask another question?"

Indigo: "...?"

"Carlos people .... No, the descendants of Carlos, what are their characteristics?"

“.... I don't know about that. After thinking about it, Indigo slowly shook her head. His eyes looked at the book in Ian's hand. But the author of this book is the most hateful, the most apologetic, and at the same time the beginning of his desperate collapse, from the moment he saw that the children he was born inherited his hair color.... The color of the ocean. ”

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"Your blonde hair is beautiful, boy~~" was repairing the hairpin, and when Ian was a little restless, the store manager suddenly praised it.

"....." Your hair isn't also blonde. Ian couldn't help but say it, he felt that the store manager had something to do.

"Sister, I'm dyed, you see, the hair color is very dry, right?" The store manager touched his blonde hair as if he were in memory. "My hair color is the color of the sea. ”

"Actually... Blue is also nice. "Maybe in my own opinion, other people's hair color is good-looking, but in the eyes of others, I am also their envy. Ian thought for a moment and comforted.

"No... Blue is the color of our doom. However, the store manager sighed with a smile.

"Hah...," Ian was silent. This... Is it just simple superstition?

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The store manager's words at that time...... "It turns out... Is that so?" everything was connected, and Ian pulled out the starfish hairpin in his arms. Before the original girl was used as a tool for political marriage, the first thing she had to face was the cruel one above that-the fate of established injustice....

The scene from childhood resurfaced in my mind, and there was nothing fake, and the girl smiled sincerely and relievedly. That was the best ending for her......

-- Why is this hairpin in my hand so heavy and difficult to hold?