Chapter 347: The Team Building Plan of the Garan Hall of the Murder Case in Lutori Town
It is said that school life without missing classes is unsatisfactory, and Mikael has at least taken a big step towards perfection.
[Friendly reminder, absenteeism is risky, so be careful in your actions!!!]
The winter sunshine shines softly on the cold streets, and there are no clouds to block the sunlight for a long time. The sky is like washed blue, and a few white clouds leisurely float overhead, making people feel relaxed and happy.
The crow-like familiar led the way for Mikael, turning from the bustling main street into the bustling commercial street, and finally stopped in front of a pachinko shop with a dirty sign.
The words on the sign have long been blurred, and people are coming and going at the door. Most of them are high school students at this time. Just standing at the door, you can hear the noise inside.
Mikael opened the door, and the strong smell of tobacco hit his face, making him frown subconsciously. There were other magicians in this city. After seeing the two dolls, he understood that there were still people.
I had the same idea as him.
However, he did not have the habit of handing over a duck that reached his mouth to others. This magician was an enemy rather than a friend of his. He did not expect that his enemy would actually invite him. Could it be possible that he would invite himself to the Hongmen Banquet?
But why is the agreed place here?
Mikael's temperament that was incompatible with the surroundings quickly attracted the attention of other people around him. A man with a Mohawk haircut spat and looked at him with contempt and disdain. His red hair kept shaking.
Like a rooster's comb.
"Shoutaro, do you still want to cause trouble? The store manager said he will throw you out if you cause trouble."
A ferocious-looking clerk walked over, with a tattoo of a skull and devil on his exposed arm, and shouted in a rough voice.
"Don't worry, Brother Kimura, I won't teach any kid just because I don't like him."
The red-haired mohawk known as Shotarou patted his chest and promised, and at the same time glanced sideways at Mikael, as if he was saying something like "Good luck to you, you escaped a disaster."
The crow familiar was hanging on the stairs leading to the second floor, seeming to urge Mikael. In the entire pachinko shop, no one else could see the crow familiar except him. It should have been fixed and hidden.
magic.
Mikael didn't even respond to the red-haired mohawk's provocation. Who would care about the clamor of an ant unless he was full and had nothing to do. Unfortunately, he had more important things to do now.
As soon as he reached the second floor, Mikael noticed a person on the row of machines in the middle. His outstanding temperament could be distinguished at a glance even in the vast sea of people. The fierce-looking clerk stood behind her, seemingly
She wanted to find out what was wrong, but no matter what she did, she couldn't stop her from winning the 777 grand prize.
Under the envious eyes of the surrounding customers, she concentrated on controlling the handle without saying a word, as if winning the prize was a matter of course.
She looks a few years older than Mikael. She is wearing a green Western-style dress that perfectly outlines her slim curves. It is similar to a dress. The skin on her feet is not directly exposed, but she wears a pair of black silk long pants.
tube socks.
Her slender legs are beautifully stacked together. If she is not playing pinball, she would be more elegant than the model in the painting. Her short red hair sticks to her ears, fresh glasses and flame-like lips make her look more elegant.
decisive.
Her appearance here was just as sudden as Mikael's appearance here. Mikael immediately realized that this was another magician with the same intention as himself.
And this magician can be regarded as his old friend to a certain extent.
He walked forward and came to a machine next to him. At the same time, he glanced at the four large boxes at the woman's feet without leaving any trace. There were signs of magic flowing inside.
He didn't go up to talk, but picked up the handle and controlled the marbles to shoot into the plate. Although he had never played Pachinko, this kind of thing itself was not complicated, and he could learn it after just one look.
As the steel ball fell, it kept colliding with the nails in the disk, making a crisp sound of metal collision. The trajectory of the steel ball kept changing, but anyone could see that the direction of the steel ball was too skewed and did not fall in the winning area at all.
possible.
However, when it collided with the last nail, the trajectory of the steel ball changed strangely and unphysically, and it landed in the lottery hole. The numbers on the screen were seen rotating rapidly, and finally stopped at the picture of "777"
superior.
Along with a series of crisp sounds, more small steel balls fell down. Under the envious eyes of everyone, Mikael stretched out, picked up a steel ball, and put it into the machine again.
A few minutes later, the winning picture of 777 appeared on the screen again. Several clerks came over and looked at him eagerly.
"This kind of game is really boring, isn't it? Miss Orange."
Mikael smacked his lips, grabbed a handful of steel balls and distributed them to the crowd of spectators. Amidst the cheers, he turned his head and looked at the female magician beside him.
"I don't think so."
The female magician adjusted her glasses, and the winning number "777" appeared on the screen in front of her.
"If it's used as an emergency measure, it's quite interesting."
Her lips moved, silently uttering a word, revealing a sly smile.
"The Fool."
Ten minutes later, in the coffee shop on the commercial street,
The quiet melody echoed in my ears. On the seat next to the window, the female magician gently stirred the coffee in the cup, and then took an elegant sip.
"The ratio of water to powder is not very correct. As for the coffee beans, I still prefer beans from Indonesia. The coffee brewed has a fuller taste."
Mikael just smiled and slowly stirred the coffee in the cup clockwise, "I didn't expect to meet the famous puppet master Miss Aozaki Orange in this small city. It's really an honor."
"I'm also surprised to meet the famous [The Fool] here."
Aozaki Orange put down the coffee in his hand and stared at Mikael in front of him with interest, "And they are not those crudely made dolls."
"I can't help it. After being at home for a long time, I always want to move my rusty body. To use an old Eastern saying, this is called "quiet meditation", isn't it?"
Mikael stretched out his body, looked at the flow of people passing by outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and let out a heartfelt sigh.
“This is not a good place to relax.”
Aozaki Orange stirred the coffee and said seemingly casually.
"Haha, I'm used to seeing the prosperity of big cities and the tranquility of forests. This small city has a different style. Maybe I can consider settling here."
Mikael took a sip from the cup and moistened his throat, looking like he meant it.
"Yeah?"
Aozaki Orange would not believe Mikael's lies at all. She had done business with the dolls controlled by Mikael several times, and she had also been deceived several times.
She knew Mikael's character very well. He was a miser who had no profit and no early start. It would be extremely difficult to take advantage of him.