A tall figure suddenly blocked the sun.
Shirley, who had just finished sprinkling water on the open space in front of the store and was carrying an empty basin to go back, was stunned for a moment. She raised her head and saw the judge standing quietly in front of her in the backlight.
"...Fuck!!" She subconsciously exclaimed, but then she reacted suddenly, coughed twice, and composed her words nervously, "Uh, um, you...you .…”
Vanna frowned slightly. For some reason, she always felt that this short and thin girl seemed too nervous when she saw her. This was the case last time when she and Heidi came to this antique store, and it is still the case now.
But she didn't think much about it. After all, due to various reasons, she was actually very used to this kind of "nervous reaction" when others saw her.
"I remember your name is Shirley," Vanna said with a smile, trying to make the short girl relax with her smile, "Don't be so nervous, I'm just here to hang out."
Shirley quickly stood up straight and nodded stiffly: "Uh...hey! Okay, then welcome..."
Vanna shook her head helplessly, passed over Shirley, who was still tense, nodded slightly and said hello to Nina, who was looking at her curiously, and walked straight to the antique shop in front of her.
Pushing open the door, the crisp clang of bells broke the silence on the first floor of the antique store. Fanna stepped into the store and cast her eyes on the figure behind the counter.
The next second, she frowned in surprise. After calming down, he considered how to speak.
"Okay, Ms. Shirley!"
As she spoke, she subconsciously looked at the young judge again.
After hearing the noise coming from the door of the store, the blond man behind the counter raised his head and glanced curiously at Duncan who was walking in. He showed a faint smile and said in a soft and slightly magnetic voice: "Welcome, please. Do you need to take a look?"
Duncan was a little dazed. For some reason, he always felt that this new face who appeared in the antique shop seemed like he shouldn't be there. But the next second, he felt that the mysterious and elegant temperament of the other person seemed to be in line with what the antique shop presented. ...atmosphere.
Duncan felt strange. He instinctively felt that the beautiful young woman in front of him seemed a little inconsistent. But whenever he wanted to focus on this problem, he would immediately forget his thoughts. When he was asked to speak They all seemed slower than usual: "I...just took a look. I'll just wait a moment. Excuse me...are you new here? I haven't seen you since I was here last time."
She felt like she had just walked into the store and the young man behind the counter was talking to her.
Just now, she sensed Duncan's appearance. Just to confirm the purpose of the inquisitor's visit, he deliberately waited for a few more minutes on the second floor. At this time, he found that the other party did not seem to have any purpose, so he walked down.
Why does that happen? A chaotic numbness and dizziness filled her mind, making her thinking intermittently. She vaguely remembered that she had seen something or thought of something just now, but the sudden chaos completely covered it. Everything he saw and knew in one moment.
"Problem?" Shirley raised her eyebrows, "What problem?"
She couldn't explain what was going on, but the feeling this young judge gave her at the moment... was as if there was another person hidden in her mind, and another pair of eyes hidden in her eyes. Here she was with She was talking to herself, but something else seemed to be hidden deep in her consciousness.
"Oh, I have an impression of this," Vanna nodded as usual, with a slightly enlightened expression, "I gave this amulet to Mr. Morris - and I sent another one out in the past two days."
In the early morning sunshine, a blond man I had never seen before was sitting behind the counter. This was a very...handsome man, with an elegance that seemed not to belong to this place, or even to this era. With a mysterious temperament, the side face seems to be glowing with a cool brilliance in the sun.
Shirley's heart moved slightly after hearing Duncan's words. Ah, yes, fake.
Alice stood up happily
Come, he agreed and then walked to the big stove on the other side of the stairs. Shirley came to Duncan and smiled and greeted the inquisitor whom she had not met many times: "Long time no see, Miss Inquisitor. "
As she spoke, she turned around, took another amulet from the shelf behind her, and displayed it in front of Duncan.
This place is filled with all kinds of things that look quite primitive and mysterious, so there should be a man with a mysterious and elegant temperament sitting behind the counter.
I feel very strange today. She seems to be in a trance and her speech is a little quick. But compared to the abnormalities that can be seen on the surface, what is even more wrong is her unstable "aura" at the moment.
"Not like this."
"Mr. Duncan? I went upstairs to put things away. I'll be back soon." Alice didn't care about the other person's daze just now. Anyway, as long as the conversation could continue, she was fine with it. "Do you want to buy something? Yes. Pre-ordered products? I can help you look for them - although I may not be able to find them..."
"It looks like an unusual guest has arrived," Shirley said to the doll lady behind the counter. "I'll greet you. If you don't know someone - Alice, go and make tea."
Duncan was so excited that he realized it all at once.
It's just a new clerk, there's nothing unusual about this.
The judge frowned, not really noticing anything strange. What a straightforward statement.
He said this, but there was still one sentence left unsaid: Investigation is investigation. Before you came, did you think that Shirley had a whole box of similar amulets? And so many have been sold!
"Excuse me..." Alice looked with some confusion at Vanna, who suddenly stood here in a daze after walking in. The situation in front of her seemed to go beyond Captain Duncan's "standard procedure for entertaining guests", which made her I didn't know what to do for a while, "Do you want to buy something?"
But everything outside this antique shop is fake.
This thing...is it really effective? Did the "gift" he gave out casually actually protect the psychiatrist's self-awareness?
Duncan looked at the antique store manager in front of him with some weird eyes as he took out the "collection" in the store as mass-produced goods: "Do you have many such amulets here?"
Duncan's figure appeared on the stairs. "Ah, isn't Mr. Duncan here?" Duncan looked at the scene on the first floor curiously, but did not find the antique store manager. "I know him."
The next second, the gentle sound of waves sounded in her mind again. In this sound of waves, she completely forgot about the chaotic numbness and dizziness she had just felt.
At this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from the stairs nearby, interrupting the conversation between Duncan and Alice.
What's the key?
"As far as I know, Heidi once had an amulet from here," Duncan said slowly. "She kept it on her body before this reality pollution disaster."
"I bought a big box, and so far a total of seventy-one items have been sold out, including giving away and selling," Shirley nodded solemnly, "Are you interested too?"
"Just call me by my name," Duncan rubbed his forehead, "Sorry for the sudden visit. Actually, I have some questions that I want to confirm."
"you mean...."
"Heidi believes that the amulet she wore had a real protective effect and even helped her maintain a clear consciousness during the disaster," Duncan said complexly, without going into too much detail, "I I think that the amulet you gave to Mr. Morris was very likely to have been affected by... extraordinary power, so I came here to investigate. Of course, you don't need to be nervous. Judging from the current information, this is not a bad thing. Impact."
"Ah, I'm new here. My name is Alice," Alice said with a smile immediately. She hated introducing her name to others. "Mr. Duncan asked me to help look after the store."
Fanna didn't seem to notice Shirley's scrutiny. He was just a little unaccustomed to the other party's frank business attitude - although she knew from the beginning that there was nothing real in the store: "Well...
No, I'm just here to investigate
some situations. I would like to ask about the specific purchasing channels for these amulets, and whether they have ever shown any inappropriateness, or have people who purchased them reported any feedback? "
Vaguely, Vanna seemed to notice something strange. The strangeness was hidden in Alice's reserved but slightly stiff movements, in the perfect but too perfect smile, and even in the lack of emotion in her words. In the sound of flowing words.
Some vague clues pointed to this unremarkable shop, and some intuitive guidance led me here. The inquisitor's experience and sense of smell seemed to be faintly beating. However, the church had previously investigated through official channels and found nothing. Any abnormality that could support her coming to investigate this time seemed to be the only "talisman" of her friend.
Is it the act of "giving a gift" itself, or is it because the psychiatrist's own "inspiration" is too high?
Vanna stared blankly at the blond man behind the counter.
