In the afternoon of early winter, although the sun is still shining brightly, there is already a bit of chill in the air that cannot be eliminated.
Leaving the surging crowds on the pedestrian street and turning into a narrow alley beside the street, what Zheng Qing saw was no longer the lush green he saw when he first came here, but the golden and red fallen leaves all over the ground.
The alley is still very deep and quiet. However, the moss-covered corners gradually lose their moisture in the dry and cold air; the cracked cracks in the bluestone slabs underfoot no longer make the sound of insects chirping.
Mixed with the silent high wall on the left and the quiet buildings on the right, it becomes more and more desolate and lonely.
The young public-funded student stepped on the dead leaves and ran all the way. After a while, he came to the familiar black door.
Compared with the first time we came here, the appearance of the 'Institute of Abnormal Life' now looks much neater and cleaner than before.
The rust on the iron door was cleaned up, the slender white door number was painted, and the gold foil between the large characters on it was neatly re-pasted; two new characters were invited to hang on the talisman boards on both sides of the door.
The door gods, Shen Tu and Yu Lei were sitting in the middle with golden swords, looking at the door seriously - I don't know since when, Zheng Qing rarely saw these door gods playing cards on the wall - even Yu
The white tiger with golden eyes at the foot of the base had its tail erect and was walking back and forth among the talisman boards with its teeth bared, looking like it was devoted to its duty.
The ivy hanging on the green and black walls to the left and right of the iron gate have also been neatly repaired. Perhaps because the climate is relatively mild, even though it is already early winter, the leaves of these vines have not yet fallen off, in various colors such as orange, red, and yellow.
Different leaves are hung on the green-black wall, which brings out a strange vitality.
The door was not locked, but there was a small crack. If someone who was not familiar with it saw it, they would think that the door was closed. That is to say, Zheng Qing came and went many times and was not fooled by this small crack.
He stood at the door, hesitated for a moment, and put his head close to the slit to take a look.
As expected, no one stared at him at the door.
The young public-funded student hesitated for a few seconds, finally sighed and looked down at the box in his arms.
"I will be scolded later, you need to put in a good word for me..."
The elves were still lying soundly asleep on their respective beds, showing no response to the young wizard's prayers. Zheng Qing curled his lips and finally did not knock on the door again, but squeezed with his feet to open the door a little wider.
Then he slipped in through the crack in the door.
It's not that he is rude, but he has come and gone many times, and he has become acquainted with Dr. Duzem a lot, and he knows that the doctor hates red tape the most. And he also knows that this crack in the door was originally reserved for him——
It means asking him to stop knocking on the door and making noise.
Because it had been re-oiled, the iron door made no sound when it was opened. Even if Zheng Qing closed the door again with his foot, it did not make much noise.
The courtyard was as quiet as ever.
Zheng Qing hugged the box and involuntarily stood on tiptoes while walking, trying to reduce his sense of presence. Although he also knew that this was just deceiving others, sometimes people always like to deceive themselves.
I walked to the door of the study in a familiar way, and didn't even see a ghost along the way. Of course, it is very difficult to see a ghost in a wizard's home. Unlike the ajar door, the door of the study was ajar.
The door was completely open.
The young public-funded student stretched his head and stretched his neck in, and happened to make eye contact with the yellow bird in the birdcage hanging by the window.
The little bird blinked, flapped its wings, opened its mouth and sang happily: "I have a pair of small eyes. I can always see clearly. I put my head in front of the door and step softly..."
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 came a little late today."
Jiang Yu turned back and glanced at him. There didn't seem to be too much blame in her tone, but there was a vague feeling of...relaxation? Zheng Qing didn't know if he was delusional.
"I went to talk to the wandering wizard about something... that old man was too ink-black." Zheng Qing quickly explained the reason for being late, and at the same time placed the cardboard box in his arms on Dr. Duzem's desk.
When he put down the cardboard box, he caught a glimpse of a small bottle placed on the edge of the table out of the corner of his eye. The bottle was placed between the witch and the doctor. It contained some translucent liquid.
But when he turned around and looked again, the small bottle had disappeared without a trace, as if it had just been his illusion.
Compared with the witch, the attitude of the owner of the study is a bit cold - in other words, from the time Zheng Qing appeared until now, Dr. Duzem has always frowned, not knowing what he was thinking, and did not say hello to Zheng Qing.
It wasn't until Zheng Qing put down the box that the doctor seemed to be awakened and raised his head to glance at the young public-funded student.
Then he turned his face and looked at Jiang Yu.
"Are you really sure? You know, the risk of targeted conversion is very high..."
"I'm very sure, sir." Jiang Yu interrupted the doctor very rudely, looked out the window, and said in a very firm tone: "This is my request... We have talked about it many times before."
"Okay...if you insist." Dr. Duzem looked a little helpless. He sighed deeply, stretched out his fingers to pick out his eyeballs, threw them into the eyewash next to him, and muttered: "
If your grandma knew about this, she would definitely stew me..."
Zheng Qing listened to the unclear conversation between the two, and suddenly remembered the reference books that Jiang Yu had borrowed before. He raised his eyebrows and vaguely realized that something had happened.
But before he could ask further questions, Jiang Yu took out a wooden box tied 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 freshmen competition, and I haven't formally congratulated you yet." The witch said with a smile. Sensing the boy's surprised expression, she immediately added: "This is a congratulation...according to '
Our rule is that in this case, you must give it to a friend."
Zheng Qing held the wooden box and was stunned, with a complicated expression.
The 'we' that Jiang Yu mentioned was not him, but the circle where the 'family wizards' belonged. From this perspective, she gave Zheng Qing a congratulatory gift, which was really hard for Zheng Qing to refuse.
"Why don't you open it and take a look?" The witch looked at him holding the gift box blankly, couldn't help but smile, and urged.
Zheng Qing smiled bitterly, pulled off the ribbon on the box, and opened the wooden box.
There is a greeting card in the box.
Under the greeting card is a revolver with a blue-black body and a wooden handle. It looks simple and heavy, but exudes a faint aura.
This chapter has been completed!