"However, although--"
Asakura Zhen looked back at the vehicles passing by outside the alley, and then turned to look at this broken wooden sign that could only be seen in the nostalgic wind.
Near the end of the alley, a blue wooden door that was barely big enough for one person to pass through and that had faded due to time was embedded in the wall. Above the door, a plaque hung crookedly, blocking a corner of the door from above.
On the plaque, the texture of the original wood board is unclear. Around the meaningless words, there are various pictures with unclear meanings that make people confused at a glance.
In professional terms, this method is used to create a mysterious atmosphere, which is the same as what some big liars say when they meet people: I see you are in trouble.
"Is this the target?"
After a cordial and friendly farewell to Curacao, Toru Amuro's search for traces of suspected magic came to fruition.
This divination house was the suspected target he found after sifting through many targets.
"Yes."
Toru Amuro turned on the rusty spherical door handle, and the wooden door opened with an overwhelmed "creak" sound from the hinges.
What was revealed from inside was an orange-yellow light similar to dusk.
"Come in, Mr. Amuro, and another unknown gentleman."
As the door opened, the voice that came out was that of a woman. Judging from the sound alone, she should be an elderly woman with gray hair and wrinkles, and a kind smile on her face.
Asakura raised his eyebrows and bent slightly to enter through the slightly low door frame.
Toru Amuro followed behind him.
Compared with the narrow door, the space inside seems much larger. Putting the two together, it feels like the space of the magical world is extended.
As far as the eye can see, there is only the room where the two of them are in. The room is littered with all kinds of strange things, such as the pharaoh's coffin, the crusaders' flag, the blood-stained spear, the crystal skull, and the things soaked in transparent wine cans. Feathered Serpent...
After adding up all these things, Asakura realized that even with his eyesight as a person who has specialized in investigating traces of magic, it was still difficult to identify all the things here.
It’s a bit interesting...
The furnishings in the house were messy, leaving only an aisle that was almost as wide as the door. The two of them walked along the aisle, past mountains of collections, and finally came to the front of the owner.
There was a slate-gray eucalyptus table placed at the very back of the room, and a woman wearing a white robe was sitting behind her knees. Her appearance, pale complexion and white hair, matched her voice.
In front of the coffee table, two futons are waiting to be placed, waiting for the arrival of guests.
"Please sit down." Judging from her appearance, she should be white, but the language she spoke was the island's Mandarin.
The two did as they were told.
After sitting cross-legged, the woman took out a pair of big red candles from behind, placed them on the candlestick, and then took out an ordinary lighter and lit them.
"..."
"If you have any questions, please ask." She said in the flickering candlelight.
Hearing these words, Asakura Makoto and Amuro Toru looked at each other, nodded, and motioned for them to ask first.
"That's right." Toru Amuro, as the person who made the appointment, asked a more reasonable question, "I would like to ask you to divine my future."
As a public security policeman, he definitely didn't believe in such things as divination.
The island nation has been the hardest hit area by this phenomenon. Various magicians use their eloquence, surveillance cameras, and some theoretical applications of psychology to deceive and deceive, and they have earned the title of master of calculation and calculation.
In fact, if we really want to verify it, every one of them will have to go to jail for fraud.
"Please take off the mask."
The woman sat forward a little, pushed the candlestick over and shone it on Toru Amuro's face, using the light to take a closer look at his appearance.
About a quarter of the time the candle had burned out, she retreated again.
"Your face tells me that you are already standing on the edge of the cliff. Please be careful. If possible, stop what you are doing and look back immediately."
The fortune teller made a comment, and this comment——
It seems that there is indeed something.
Asakura's eyes fluctuated slightly, and he quietly looked at the wax dripping from the candle.
Toru Amuro took the comment written on the long piece of paper, folded it and put it in his pocket, then looked at Asakura Makoto.
"Hello."
Asakura spoke out, drawing the fortune teller's attention to himself.
After seeing that the eyes were indeed on him, he said: "I want to ask..."
He didn't have anything to ask. He had already made plans for the future and didn't need to seek advice from a fortune teller——
Even if this fortune teller does seem to be capable.
After all, even if she said something was impossible, Asakura would not give up because of it. Rather, the more others said it was impossible, the more interested he was in wanting to do it.
Instead of asking about a future that will surely lead to success, it’s better to ask about something interesting.
Thinking of this, he sat up straight and coughed twice. When Toru Amuro, the undercover agent, raised his ears and listened carefully to what questions Brandy would ask, he said the following words in a genuine tone.
"I want to ask, how is my marriage?"
There is another reason. In front of the public security police, Asakura Makoto will definitely not be able to reveal anything that may be associated with it, such as whether the plan will succeed. No matter what the answer is, isn't this a clear indication to Amuro that he has an ulterior plan? Well.
"????"
When he heard this sentence, Bourbon, who looked calm on the face but was really worried about missing half of Brandy's words, choked up.
Is this the organization's brandy? What's the difference between this and a female high school student!
The fortune teller was also stunned by this question. After reacting for a while, he looked up and down at Asakura's appearance, and then said, "Please extend your hand."
She saw the disguise on Asakura's face.
Asakura's fingers are really slender, but they are not pretty. In addition to her fair skin, long-term shooting practice and the use of cold weapons have left obvious calluses and scars on them.
"Hmm..." The fortune teller stared at it for a long time, hesitated for a moment and then said, "Well... I can't see your marriage. It may be because you have a special constitution, or maybe... ....”
She was thinking about how to say it politely that she had no chance of getting married in this life, but no matter what she said, she had a feeling that as soon as she said these words, disaster would be imminent.
Either he was imprisoned and lost his freedom, or he was shot dead and left dead on the street.
As a genuine fortune teller, she knew that her premonition would not be wrong. Although her magic power was more than a little inferior to that of Koizumi Anko, the last magician at the end of the century, she believed that in terms of fortune telling, she was definitely the one she is now. The strongest among the few magic people left in the world.
"also possible?"
Asakura asked patiently.
