The sun had risen, and it was no longer satisfied with casting a gentle glow from the cracks in the mountains, and gradually the dazzling sunlight cast from the sky. As the sky slowly brightens, the catteries are gradually filled with hustle and bustle, and the city once again begins its "unchanged" routine.

But in a city already lit up by the sun, there are still dark places that the sun can't reach, and silence that is the exact opposite of the hustle and bustle of the streets envelops this somewhat dimly lit space.

Not only was there no sound in the darkness, not even the air was moving—it was supposed to be somewhere underground. The air that is not connected to the outside world appears turbid and dull, showing a state of stagnation as if it is frozen, and the strange atmosphere seems to block the convection of the air.

There was an unusually silent darkness all around, not a natural tranquility, but the result of deliberate coercion, human restraint. There is some form of pressure hidden in the darkness, and in the deep darkness and silence, there is a force behind it.

"So, it just so happened that a guard officer 'succeeded' in touching the dagger?, well, although it was a little faster than I expected, but sometimes luck came and there was no way - I don't think you had any tricks up your sleeve. ”

In the calm space shrouded in thin darkness, a girl's somewhat cold voice suddenly sounded, as sharp and sharp as a broken block of ice. At the same time, a faint glow emerged in the silent darkness, and the pale blue glimmer revealed the outlines of the space shrouded in darkness.

This is a basement that resembles a workshop, and the room is filled with real yàn materials that the owner haphazardly stacks. The cluttered space gives a dull sense of oppression. In the southeast corner of the house there is also a huge shelf filled with potions of various colors.

"Hmph...... A bunch of guys who don't have a common sense of magic, let the guys in the garrison be busy finding out those 'imposters' on their own. Anyway, the spells that cause the changes in those people's bodies are time-limited. No matter what method they use to 'check', sooner or later those impostors will be exposed. ”

A black girl sat in the room without hesitation, her eyes closed and she was talking to herself, as if an invisible person was standing in front of her and talking to her. Her fingers swayed freely in the air, and as she moved, several wonderful ancient words flashed through the air.

"No problem, whatever you want. I know you must have your own considerations. If you think it's necessary, keep watching. I don't have any useful information for the time being, so if you agree to let me use some efficient methods. I think the little imp has already spoken. ”

The Black Maiden, that is, Lizzie, uses spells to maintain her soul connection with Curt. However, at this time, she did not obtain the scene through Guò Curt's memory, but only used the smallest magic to ensure the ability to dialogue, and obtained the most basic information through the dialogue between Guò and Curt.

In fact, there is no need to speak up when the two are communicating. What Lizzie wants to say will be conveyed directly to Curt's mind under the influence of spells. She is now sitting in a chair. Talking to Curt in a nonchalant tone was just a matter of habit.

"Okay, okay, I know, you can't play with human life anyway, right?" Lizzie yelled impatiently, no doubt reminding Curt of the precautions on the other side of the soul connection, "You can rest assured that I've long since lost my penchant for killing humans." ”

After a few more casual words with Curt, Lizzie unilaterally terminated the communication of the Soul Connection. Suddenly, the glow of the mana dispersion dimmed. The room was dark once more, and only the whispering of the maiden made the deep silence even more vivid.

"Good news for you—ah. It may not be good news. A moment later, the girl's voice cut through the silence once more, "Those on the guard seem to have figured out the function of your dagger and are now busy checking on your companions. ”

It was as if the calm lake at night was rippling by the wind, and the girl's chilly voice spread in all directions, bringing a slight chill to the dark space. Her voice sounded like a teasing, but there was little obvious emotion, only simple syllables echoing through the space.

It is hard to imagine that this sound is coming from the mouth of a "human". There is only one ghost, or a construct, and perhaps only these "individuals" who do not have real life can utter these words in such an empty tone.

It's like reciting a script book without emotion - but this time it's not Curt in the distance, but someone else in the same studio. The other had been silent before, so that no one could see him in the dimly lit room.

The darkness in the room was slowly surging, and the shadows moved slowly under Lizzie's control like some creature that dwells in the depths. A few tentacles protruded from the corner of the room, and they firmly tied the grizzled boy to a slightly worn chair.

In fact, the treatment he received was not bad, although his limbs were firmly bound by the tentacles of the shadows, but his body was at least placed on a chair in a relatively comfortable way. Lizzie could guarantee that if he was in the interrogation room of the security guard, he would never have been treated like this.

“......”

There was no voice, and the boy's response to Lizzie's words was silence.

After entering the studio, the boy who had been bound by Lizzie's spell had not opened his mouth - not even humming. He sat silently in his chair, his eyes slightly closed, as if looking at Lizzie in his mind was a meaningless act.

"You're really tough enough, I don't think it's necessary for you to sacrifice your life to keep a secret?" looked at the fearless young man, Lizzie sighed, "Or do you think that the indiscriminate person told me that I couldn't kill you, so I really don't dare to do anything to you?"

Although he was a little illegible lying in a chair, the boy was actually slightly taller than Lizzie, and his tattered clothes covered his thin body. I don't know how long it has been used, but this dress is simply a patched rag, and even the prototype is not recognizable.

Interestingly, he has handsome features that don't match his dirty face, a slightly rough short hair, and the same red brown eyes in his eye sockets. With a yellow-skinned face and bony limbs, one wonders if he can't even bear the weight of his clothes.

There was no fear in his eyes, and even though his body was bound by the tentacles of the shadow, and he was still in a basement surrounded by a little darkness, there was no fear of the current situation on his face. She was like a sage waiting for her suffering, and her peaceful attitude enveloped her body tightly.

"You...... Do you know what it means to be 'fearless?'" Lizzie's slightly emotionless voice echoed through the gloomy studio again, "That's a word to describe some people who have no scruples because they have a rod to rely on - I think it's quite appropriate to describe you now." ”

Lizzie sent her empty and cold sarcasm to the other side who didn't respond, her voice still as cold as before, but with a little boredom. It's like to someone who turns a deaf ear to her words no matter what she says, and she can't continue to act in a witty conversation.

The other party did not intend to respond to Lizzie even a word. In the back and forth between the two men, although they used the official language of the Empire, it was impossible to believe that this was a conversation between people. Even if he doesn't understand the language, he should at least express his opinion.

“......”

But the boy remained silent, his eyes meeting Lizzie's approaching godless eyes, staring at her without shying away. He seemed to respond to Lizzie's slight anger in a mocking manner—no doubt he didn't take Liqi, who was shorter than him, in his eyes.

"But, even though Curt said I wasn't allowed to kill you, he never said I couldn't use violence to get something out of your mouth. Lizzie's voice became less and less intonable, "Beating you half to death shouldn't be killing you—right?"

In Lizzie's steady voice, cold anger spread. A fiery rage can be terrifying, but the icy killing intent is even more terrifying. She wasn't joking, and although she didn't show anything about her actions, she had undoubtedly decided to start using violence.

“......”

The boy remained silent, though he had little fear of the girl, but his brow furrowed slightly when he saw Lizzie approaching with a blank face. He didn't think that this girl with thin arms and legs could use illustrative violence, but she was undoubtedly a good magician.

Looking at the slightly frowning young man, Liqi's face was still cold and expressionless, without the slightest kindness, but there was no hostility either, and the mask-like expression made it difficult to guess what she was thinking - but it was only a matter of moments after all.

"I'm running out of patience, so I'll give you a moment to consider your options. These words are purely to inform the other party that the conversation is over, and Lizzie does not give the other party the right to give a negative answer, "Honestly say what I want to know, or get beaten by me and say, which one do you like?"

There is no doubt about the threat, but on top of this threat, there is another option that is not a choice: "If you choose 'I don't want to say it until I beat you to death'...... I'm sorry, but I'm going to use potions or spells to check your brain. ”

Lizzie's gaze fixed on the boy's eyes, as if to ask him, "You don't want to see such an outcome, do you?"

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