As Kuira's mouth was gagged, flames ignited her work, and the gasoline-drenched laundry instantly turned into a wall of fire, enveloping her and Clarke.

The Countess watched the two of them in flames with satisfaction, and she was worried that the two men would have some special means to escape, but the dark wizard who had paid a lot of money told her that a wizard without a wand was no different from a Muggle, so she was relieved to leave boldly.

The blazing flames, like demons, quickly burst through the roof, turning the entire old building into a giant torch, and the police and fire brigade arrived in time with an unorthodox speed, but the fire continued until the next morning.

Only then did people know that this was the residence of the rookie designer Kuira, but now it was a ruined ruin, covered with charred charcoal and masonry.

In the early morning, the death of the popular fashion designer, the black and white witch Coola, swept through the streets of Paris like a hurricane, and everyone knew that the shining star of London's West End fashion industry disappeared into the fire.

Immediately afterwards, the police department quickly solved the case, and the two thieves who killed Kuyla for stealing were caught, and confessed to the murder for money.

The story that had to be told between Kuyla and the two thieves that night was talked about, but the case was closed with an unimaginable speed.

The attention of the news media quickly shifted to other hot topics, as if the fire and the death of the fashion star were just a drop of morning dew on a leaf that evaporated in the sun in an instant.

The whole thing was going according to the Countess's expectations, and she drank a rare glass of brandy in her office.

However, what she doesn't know is that sometimes those who manipulate public opinion will eventually be countered by public opinion.

Soon, in the evening, for some reason, the wind of the media just turned.

First of all, some third-rate tabloids threw out conspiracy theories, believing that Kouira's death was the greatest benefit to the countess, so it was possible that the countess was behind this matter.

Of course, they must have used some spring and autumn brushwork, and they won't say it bluntly, because that involves slander.

But what they don't know is that this happens to tell the truth by mistake, and this kind of conspiracy is also very popular with readers.

"The interests are related, everyone who understands understands."

"Based on my years of experience watching Sherlock Holmes, there is only one truth."

"I don't look like a good person when I look at the countess."

……

Various theories came one after another, and the countess was caught in the whirlpool of public opinion.

Of course, she can't let things develop like this, sometimes spreading rumors with one mouth, refuting rumors and breaking her legs, this kind of thing, only when it just shows signs is cut off in time, so as not to cause bigger problems.

Only this time, when she called the director of the Paris Police Department, the old friend sternly rejected her.

Not only that, but the news media who were originally good friends with her and had many collaborations also took care of her requests, and blindly shirked them, but they didn't agree.

By this time, if she hadn't come to her senses and knew that someone was manipulating her, it would be too dull.

But even if she was aware of it, the development of things was completely out of her control, and she tasted powerlessness once again, and the last time she experienced this feeling was given to her by Kouira.

Yes, it's Kouira, that stinky girl is dead, and she has to go away, causing her so much trouble.

While the Countess was preoccupied with the matter, her gold-rimmed eye secretary drew her attention and helped Kuyla hold a farewell party to commemorate the sudden decline of the genius and restore her image.

The news soon spread, and the wind of public opinion in the city changed again, and people began to speak for the countess.

There are various proofs of the Countess's absence at the time, and how chaotic and disorderly the ghetto where Coyla was located.

Seeing that the situation of public opinion had improved, the Countess had to pretend to do it, pinching her nose, and preparing to hold a charity memorial party for the madwoman who offended her, and the time of the party was set for the seventh day after Kuira's death.

For a time, the Countess's fame rose to a higher level, and the people of Paris were lamenting Madame's generosity and kindness. Those who are related to the fashion industry have naturally received invitations to charity galas from the countess.

However, on this evening, when the Countess came out dressed in full costume, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

Because the guests standing in the castle hall all dyed their hair black and white. Not only that, but even the clothes they wore were in the same style as Kouira. From a distance, one thought that a group of Kuyla had been reborn.

An embarrassed and embarrassed smile appeared on the countess's face, and at this moment, of course, she could not be angry casually, so she could only raise her wine glass and make a speech.

"Thank you all for coming, it is a tribute to our dear friend, she has left us forever, it is really sad news. To Kuira! ”

"To Kuira!"

The uniform voices of the guests echoed through the hall, but in the next moment, a very familiar voice overshadowed all this.

"Ah, to be honest, this is the first time I've attended my own memorial service, and it's weird and interesting."

Everyone was startled by this sudden voice, and hurriedly followed the sound, and saw a tall figure standing on the second floor directly opposite the countess.

Is that?

"Kouira!"

Someone recognized her, and the whole hall immediately resounded with a "buzzing" chatter.

"Is that Cooira?"

"Isn't she dead?"

"What's going on?"

Yes, the figure standing in the corridor on the second floor was none other than Kouira.

At this time, she was wearing a black blazer with a "V" neckline revealing a large area of snow-white skin, which contrasted sharply with the black fabric. The high upturned shoulders are like two demonic horns, and the long sleeves that extend back are like two wings, and the whole person seems to be like a witch returning from hell, full of terrifying and charming horror charm.

The countess's face turned blue and white, and at last her lips quirmed, and she greeted her in a hoarse voice, "Oh, Coyra, it's great that you're still alive. ”

A playful smile appeared on Kuira's face, and another voice came from behind her, "Of course we are fine, but the rest of your life will not be so good, Countess. ”

Clark, dressed in a magically striped suit sewn by Kuira, also stepped forward.