In the real jar, the props taken off from the hand are probably still undulating in the blue liquid.
The thrilling test finally passed, but until she said goodbye and left, a certain imaginary scene still echoed in Claire's mind.
But she used the greatest degree of self-control to prevent herself from showing any unnaturalness.
Even after the other party snapped his fingers, he retreated in confusion, as if he had just woken up.
Even the jar is gone.
Of course, she didn't forget to give the other party double the remuneration to match this personality.
“Thanks for the generosity.”
Naturally, I was satisfied with this before I paid.
"If you do what I said and find that it doesn't work, you can come to me at any time."
In view of this, he even took the initiative to make a warranty promise.
I have to have a chance to come to you again...
For a magician, this is indeed a rare service, but unfortunately for Claire, who knows the "truth" in her heart, she only feels it is a great irony.
"OK."
For a moment, he finally didn't feel like saying too much. He nodded slightly and left the master's place with a full harvest.
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Evil epidemic...
After sending customers off with professional gifts, the family studio soon returned to calm, and before paying, the mission goal of this trip was silently in mind.
The reason why the metal jar is missing is simple. It was originally a creation of dreams, including the dark box with a strong magical quality.
It's just atmosphere shaping.
What's surprising is always Claire's behavior in her dreams.
Although I was deceiving people all the way just now, some key contents are not completely nonsense.
Now that she is a genuine second-level player, the clear dream she created cannot affect her freely.
The simplest conclusion is that Claire's form of existence is affected by a fairly high-level power.
If this is regarded as pollution, or even the evil epidemic she is looking for, then it is reasonable to characterize her husband, Mr. Leake's strange behavior as spreading pollution.
But there is a question here. If this is an epidemic, what has happened to the people infected with it?
When not in a dream state, even I can't tell that Claire is different from ordinary people.
And even though he was transformed into a dream master, apart from his exaggerated resistance to dreaming, he still had no other extraordinary qualities.
Although I have indeed encountered the same inconspicuous characters before, but with extremely high dream resistance, such as the proprietress of Longding Inn.
But the latter relied on an oath to achieve that, and he was still an extraordinary person after all.
There really is something special — and dangerous.
Although the current mission has not failed, that is to say, after direct contact, Claire has not spread this pollution to herself.
But Fu Qian was not optimistic, thinking that this pollution could only be spread through her husband.
The mission and objectives of the warehouse have always been simple, but they are rarely reminded of it so solemnly.
And considering that it is not a time-limited mission, I seem to have the conditions not to try and make mistakes with the san value first, but to try to use a borrowed knife to kill someone, or to scare a snake with a borrowed knife.
Now, I hope the local violent agencies can come faster.
After all, Ms. Claire has been quite cooperative. She was already on the phone before she even got downstairs.
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"Grimshaw?"
Facts have proved that the local violence agencies are quite serious and responsible.
Less than half an hour after Claire left, there was a knock on Fu Qian’s door again.
Although it didn't sound very polite, the master obviously didn't care and opened the door happily.
"I am, welcome."
The next moment, facing two uniformed personnel, an old man and a young man, outside the door, he flashed another business card coolly before paying, completing the identity verification with the highest efficiency.
"Let me explain in advance, although you are here together, I do not offer a second half-price discount."
Ah……
The older one seemed a bit gentler, but his partner was obviously hot-tempered and had already snatched away the business card, even showing off the shiny handcuffs around his waist.
"I do have questions to ask you, and I will decide whether to use this as a reward based on your answers."
That's right, the people who came obviously had nothing to do with supernatural powers. They were two heavily armed police officers.
With his full help, the situation finally rose to the level of a public security incident.
…
"Please feel free to do so, I will try my best to cooperate."
Seeing the unabashed threat from the other party, I was not so bored as to ask to see my ID before paying, and directly showed a very active and cooperative attitude.
Although before he made the invitation, the elderly policeman had already squeezed into the room from the side and looked at it carefully.
And the results are obvious.
"Is this guy really a magician?"
The young police officer who was still standing outside the door had already spoken first, expressing his confusion about the excessively normal arrangement in the house.
"I also want to know."
After a few casual glances, the elderly policeman seemed to have lost interest in the search and looked directly back at Fu Qian.
"Mr. Grimshaw, can you explain why your industry association doesn't have your registration information?"
Industry Association?
This vocabulary is a little awkward, but it is not difficult to understand.
Although it is in the category of occult science, it is not surprising that there is a business license-like concept on such an exaggerated scale.
The only problem is - when the warehouse helped me create this character, I didn't register it?
I am still showing off my professional skills here, but I am operating without a license during the day!
"Because I didn't register. After all, I just came to Los Angeles not long ago."
The answer before paying the next moment was extremely straightforward.
"You are much more honest than I thought."
The elderly policeman seemed to finally have some interest in dealing with him at this time, and the next moment he sat down directly where Claire was.
"I always forget the punishment standards, so I'll talk about it later. I wonder if you can use the same candid attitude to explain the problem that a certain lady responded to us before?"
"Claire Weasley?"
During the inspection by the young police officer, Fu Qian actually sat back. When he heard this, his expression showed no surprise, only regret.
"Is it because I don't give people enough confidence...What did she report me for?"
"Norwell, please look around."
He didn't answer him immediately. The older policeman immediately looked back at his partner and assigned a task to the latter who was about to speak.
It was obvious that he understood this outspoken character quite well.
"Why don't you tell me first, what did you do to her here?"
Then he withdrew his gaze and signaled to let Fu Qian do what he wanted to do freely.
"I lied to her."
Facts have proved that Fu Qian completely lived up to this trust and answered almost without pause.