Midday in winter is the most popular time of the day.

Especially in the town of Beta.

Even in the northern part of Beta, which is known as the concave district, this theorem does not fail. Of course, the reason for the large number of pedestrians outside the window may also be due to the proximity to the dock and the municipal government, the three-pronged sword and other departments.

Because it was close to lunchtime, there were not many people in the café, and the few people were scattered in all corners of the café, not interfering with each other, coupled with the effect of the magic enchantment, Zheng Qing felt that the surrounding environment was very friendly.

Except for the reporter lady opposite.

Ms. Pulitzer's seat was a four-seater in a corner of the café, separated by a screen in front and back, with a tall floor-to-ceiling window on the left that could see the bustling crowd outside, a wide aisle on the right that was a whitewashed snow-white wall with a clean top and a few picture frames, a brownish-red wooden skirt underneath the wall, and a thick red carpet at the foot that made one feel uncomfortable.

Just like Zheng Qing's feeling now.

He felt a sense of panic in front of this Pulitzer lady, and there was nowhere to go.

"A simple quiet barrier can allow us to talk without being disturbed...... Ms. Pulitzer's voice sounded in Zheng Qing's ears, as if separated by a huge and soundproof secret room, it seemed empty and distant.

Zheng Qing calmed down, then cheered up, and responded: "It's amazing!"

He was praising the reporter's way of unleashing that little magic, quietly, but with outstanding results, very wonderful.

"It's just a simple little trick that you can master in two years. Ms. Pulitzer smiled, changed her mind, and began her own topic: "But you guys are very good, you made a big news......

Zheng Qing swallowed his saliva, feeling that his lips were a little dry, and then he couldn't help but lick his lips quietly.

Before he could figure out how to answer the sentence, Ms. Pulitzer skipped the topic.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're a freshman in the class of '08? She took a pen from her black purse, held the cap in her palm, and placed it on the notebook spread out on the table.

This immediately attracted Zheng Qing's attention.

It's not just because of the fountain pen - in fact, this is the first time Zheng Qing has seen someone use a fountain pen at school, and everyone uses more quills and brushes on weekdays - what is even more amazing is that the fountain pen stood firmly on the notebook without anyone holding it, and began to twist briskly with the conversation between the two.

It's still written in standard letters.

"Well, I enrolled in September last year, and I ...... in the Astronomy 08-1 class of Jiuyou Academy," Zheng Qing replied absentmindedly while staring at the ink dripping from the tip of the fountain pen.

Anyway, this is all well-known news, and he is not so cautious.

"Wait, sorry, wait a minute. Ms. Pulitzer abruptly interrupted the boy, picked up her handbag again, and then felt in the bag, and took out a clear glass case.

The box is in the shape of a cube, and there is a wooden structure in the shape of an archway, except that in the center of the archway is not a plaque, but a silver bell the size of a fingernail.

Ms. Pulitzer tapped the glass box with the cap of her pen.

The glass on all sides of the box melted like ice and snow, but amazingly, nothing – whether water or liquid silica – slipped from the box onto the table.

It was as if the glass enclosure that had just protected the archway was made of air.

Ms. Pulitzer took out the small wooden archway and placed it between the two, then cleared her throat and said, "I'm a reporter for the Betatown Post...... I am now a junior at First University...... I'm eighteen years old...... I am very desperate to know the truth......"

When she said the first thing, there was no movement at the torii.

When she said the second sentence, the small silver bell hanging under the torii immediately shook and made a crisp ringing sound.

Then she said the third sentence, and the little silver bell began to vibrate wildly—for a moment, Zheng Qing felt as if the little bell was about to shatter.

Then in the fourth sentence, the bell stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand pressed on its head, stopping its ringing.

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.

He felt like he had grasped the mystery.

"Very good," said Ms. Pulitzer, glancing happily at the little wooden archway, and then looking up at the young scholar, "a little thing, make sure we are honest with each other." ”

Zheng Qing was a little unhappy - even if they assisted the Trident Sword in the investigation, they didn't use similar polygraph equipment, and they have always been kind to each other, is this reporter a little big-faced?

Although he was not happy, he did not immediately brush his sleeves away.

On the one hand, being interviewed is something that Andrew asked for, and he has dealt with him a few times, Zheng Qing feels that he is not very good at cheating him so much, on the other hand, he is very worried about how the reporter lady will write the next report after he directly throws his face and leaves.

"The new 'world' of magic wands has no one in sight", "the quality of students at No. 1 University is declining", "prevarication and evasion, what is he hiding in the face of reporters' questions", and so on, are not uncommon—so, all things considered, Zheng Qing feels that it is better to explain some things clearly in person.

Even so, Zheng Qing needs to let the other party know what he thinks.

"This kind of thing," he said, gesturing to the little bell, his face uneasy, "do you need it?"

"This is the process of the official interview," Ms. Pulitzer explained sleekly, "including Vice President Shi Hui of First University and Director Robert of the Three-Pronged Sword, there will be such arrangements when they are interviewed." ”

has come to this point, Zheng Qing is naturally not good to be entangled.

Moreover, the small bell did not move just now, which also supported the reporter's explanation - he suddenly felt that in a sense, the role of this small archway is also two-way.

"You're not going to add fuel to your story and make something out of nothing, do you? Zheng Qing couldn't help but ask, and then immediately apologized: "I'm sorry......"

"It's okay," Ms. Pulitzer interrupted his apology, smiling, "all my reports are based on facts." ”

The little bell didn't ring.

"You can get used to it," Ms. Pulitzer reminded the wizard, "sometimes it's too sensitive...... So, you can get used to it...... Interval. ”

What an interesting word, Zheng Qing couldn't help but laugh a little, then looked at the little bell and said tentatively: "I'm ...... this year Seventeen?"

The little bell shook and did not ring, but there was movement.

Zheng Qing was a little sure in his heart.

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