[Comprehensive] There is a problem in this world

For Zhong Zixing, she doesn't think the black-robed figures in the video are recognizable - the video provided by Iris is clear enough, but it doesn't reveal much information.

Different from his style, the murderer in the video does not seem to have any mental problems, he is wrapped in wizard robes from head to toe, if not for Sherlock's assertion, it would be difficult for Zhong Zixing to judge the other party's gender.

— but only for the layman.

Apparently the murderer's brief appearance was enough, Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the murderer's brief hesitation after casting the spell in the video.After a while, a habitual confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you, Miss Zhong." He was rarely polite.

"I will convey your thanks to the provider." Zhong Zixing put away the phone, "Is there anything else I need?"

The answer is of course no.

Unable to find the fun he was expecting, Mr. Detective decided to go home and continue to lay his body. Zhong Zixing watched him get into the taxi, and sincerely hoped that the ether who was left at home would not be frightened by the possible gunshots.

The little spider seemed to be in deep thought, and didn't speak for a while, before breaking away from his thoughts, "What's next?"

The nails tapped the phone case again and again, and the polite smile gradually faded away. Zhong Zixing closed his eyes and opened them again, turning his head and smiling.

"Go to the bakery."

She crossed her fingers and exhaled, stretched comfortably, and handed the phone to Peter.

——The search page for “Ouda Bakery” was displayed on the screen.

The visitors of the Mayflower brought the breath of magic from Europe, but in the Americas, there is not no market for more traditional witchcraft - extraordinary powers have something in common, and there are always people who are willing to delve into those ancient knowledge .

While chatting with Auror, Zhong Zixing learned that there are actually many wizards hidden in America who are more inclined to witchcraft than magic. They are generally proficient in herbs and spells, and are good at divination and curses.If you were to come up with the most likely source of funx goblin grass—the plant that creates the chrysalis effect—the closest would be the Dark Witch Store in New York.

"Then did you search?"

"We have, but Schlesinger is a big cunning." The Auror shrugged, sarcastically, "He won't tell us anything, let alone if the murderer got the fairy grass from him, He still has business."

Seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, being content with the status quo, a little rich will be at ease.

Zhong Zixing took notes while listening, sketched the image of Schlesinger in his mind with a few strokes, and then asked the wizard's current location.

"Mr. Schlesinger is making money by opening a bakery on the surface, and he is also doing a small business of selling herbs and psychic insects in private," Zhong Zixing introduced to Peter, "If he faces an Auror, he will definitely not say anything, after all He's not doing a very legitimate business."

The little spider wrote down the information: "Then he will talk when we go?"

Zhong Zixing: "No."

Peter: "..."

"We're just ordinary people, it's even more impossible for him to say that," Zhong Zixing said earnestly, and suddenly smiled, "But extraordinary times are very tricky. After all, Aurors are public officials, and some things cannot be done clearly... But I think Schlesing Mr. Ge will not protest to the authorities, will he?"

... Facing her bright smile, Little Spider held the phone, swallowed his saliva, and silently moved back a little.

The bakery is located in a corner of the residential area. From a distance, people can be seen extending from the store, forming a long winding queue, but all of them are smiling, showing no sign of impatience.

"Over there, let's wait at the back kitchen exit." The little spider pointed to an alley ahead.

Zhong Zixing hummed, and was about to take a step when he suddenly stopped.

Looking around, she leaned close to the little spider's ear and whispered, "Later you will be in charge of acting, and I will act as a pretense."

Little Spider: "...?"

Although what was thinking in her heart was coercion and lure, but Zhong Zixing felt that she was in the part where she couldn't come forward to discuss. Social barriers determined that she didn't like talking to strangers very much, and it was even more impossible to take the initiative to speak, even if there was an urgent need, As long as the other party refuses, she will obediently give up.

At this time, you need to chat online.Zhong Zixing thought seriously.

Huachao surrendered in three seconds in her expectant gaze.

Taking the sunglasses from the elated Zhong Zixing and putting them on, Peter sighed visibly, rubbed his face and put on the coldest gesture, standing at the door of the back kitchen without looking sideways: "Have you thought about what to say?"

"of course."

Zhong Zixing eagerly lifted up his sleeves, lowered the pixels, and slapped the back kitchen door with his palm.

The moment her hand touched the back kitchen door, Zhong Zixing felt that she had hit some kind of invisible barrier, but the barrier did not hinder her at all, and was crushed by her together with the door panel.

"Whoa!"

Half of the wall collapsed into cubes under her hands, and Gu Lulu rolled down the steps. In the back kitchen behind the wall, the whole kitchen was fixed there, looking at her blankly.

Get it done.

Zhong Zixing withdrew his hand calmly.

It seemed that her palm smashed some kind of illusion barrier, and the vision in the kitchen was clearly revealed in front of them without any cover.On the high and low shelves, there are butterflies with ice-blue glitter and gray-brown eye pattern wings. There are even many instruments that look like butterflies are operating. In the cooking bowls in front of the chefs, there are brightly colored butterfly larvae. The most popular products in bakeries are made from them.

She retired, and it was Little Spider's turn to play.

"Where is Schlesinger?" He was expressionless.

A black man wearing sunglasses in the kitchen looked at him for a few seconds and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the butterflies in the kitchen fluttered their wings and flew up, and the sound of the flapping wings was like a storm. Zhong Zixing vaguely saw the other party staggering back into the kitchen, and snapped his fingers without hesitation.

... didn't fight.

The little spider noticed that she failed to pretend, and snapped her fingers quietly.Zhong Zixing took advantage of the situation to let his mental power surge out, and quickly pushed all the pixel blocks covering the butterflies aside, opening a passage directly to Schlesinger.

"Running is not a good idea, Mr. Schlesinger." She blinked.

Realizing that there was no escape, Schlesinger turned around slowly and put on a commercial smile: "What do you need, sir?"

"Finkx Fairy Grass, you know what I want to know," said Peter.

"What is that? I don't know." The other party asked back.

This time the little spider didn't need to speak, Zhong Zixing patted the wall lightly in cooperation.

The remaining half of the wall followed in the footsteps of the ruins.

"..." After pondering for a few seconds, Schlesinger changed his words, "That's a terrible person."

Zhong Zixing was a little surprised, and moved his lips to ask further questions, but he still didn't make a sound considering the character design.

They were lucky...they actually asked.

"There is no breath of life in him. When you are watched by him, you will feel that he has seen through your soul."

——With such an answer, Zhong Zixing and the others returned to Manhattan.

This abstract answer was of no use to Sherlock, and might be ridiculed by him. Zhong Zixing decided to tell the Aurors first, and let them play the magic side themselves.

"...But I'm not sure if I can enter the Magic Congress without a guide." Zhong Zixing sighed distressedly.

The trip to the bakery was delayed for too long, and the Aurors who had collected the evidence had already left the hanging place, and the only way to find them was to go to the Magic Congress.But neither she nor Peter was a wizard, and they couldn't see the scene covered by magic, even if they stood at the door of the store last time, they couldn't get in.

The little spider is very interested in the ignore spell.

"Even if the wizard is standing there, under the effect of the ignore spell, we will naturally ignore them?"

"Yes, there is also the Muggle Repelling Curse," Zhong Zixing racked his brains to recall, "I don't quite understand the principle... Can the sense of existence be changed?"

I don't know if the big detective has written related papers, but if you think about it, there should be. He will definitely study the spell that allows him to ignore the prisoner.

Peter suddenly wondered: "Will any wizard become a magician?"

Isn't that cheating, visual deception... Illusion or something, if it's done in a second, Daniel will probably sneer angrily.

Zhong Zixing couldn't help laughing out loud after thinking about it.

They turned the corner of the street and stepped into the crowded Times Square, where the bustle was woven among the dazzling array of billboards.Just as Zhong Zixing wanted to turn her head to continue the discussion with Peter, the light above her head was suddenly submerged in shadows, and she raised her head subconsciously——

Heart skipped half a beat.

There are nearly 40 shopping malls and theaters gathered near Times Square. The billboards and neon lights complement each other, and the shadows of the skyscrapers are overwhelming. However, what is more conspicuous is that they are slowly lowering from the skyscrapers.

Huge head.

The giant snake hundreds of meters long is lazily winding around the skyscrapers. The magnified fine scales reflect the shiny luster. Its head hangs down towards the ground, and its golden pupils, which are as tall as a man, stare at them without blinking. , The extremely beautiful lines rotated in those pupils, and there was a cold and damp breath blowing towards his face in a trance.

It has no shadow.

Zhong Zixing almost couldn't catch his breath.

A creepy feeling grabbed her heart, her heartbeat seemed to stagnate under the pressure, and the air in her lungs seemed to condense into ice, oppressing her lungs heavily.

But in just an instant, her breathing resumed.

She instinctively turned her head to look at the pedestrians around her. There was no sign of the expected screams. People were either hurrying or talking and laughing. Like every New Yorker, they were indifferent to the things around them. No one cared about the giant clinging to the building. The snake exclaimed aloud, as if it did not exist at all.

Zhong Zixing retracted his gaze, just in time to meet Peter's gaze.

They both read the messages in each other's sight.

—Only they saw the giant snake.

"Don't pursue it any further."

A hoarse and feminine voice that sounded like a whisper spit out from the giant snake's mouth, with a weird smile lingering at the end.

"This is my date with him." It could even be called an elegant whisper.

"Phantom?" Peter turned his head to look at Zhong Zixing, and the doubt in his eyes was clear.

Zhong Zixing felt that this idea was solid: "So the murderer is also good at illusion."

The two communicated based on the known information, completely ignoring the condescending giant snake.

As if feeling that his dignity was being challenged, the giant snake's eyes narrowed dangerously.

In an instant, the bright red snake letter shot out violently!

The moment the snake letter came, Zhong Zixing and Peter, who had been prepared for a long time, jumped out together, with quick movements, without the previous indifference in their eyes.

The cement that paved the streets cracked under the impact, pieces of cement overturned irregularly, scattered gravel splashed everywhere.

"Hey! Be careful!" The fashion girl who was almost knocked down glared at them, turned her eyes to the cracked ground, and screamed in surprise: "My God, what happened!"

Not only her, but the surrounding crowd also became commotion because of the sudden change.

"I exist only for you," the serpent looked down at them mockingly, "like this illusion?"

"..." Neither Zhong Zixing nor Peter said a word.

The action just now has attracted some attention for them, but the focus of the crowd is more on the ground that suddenly shattered, and their scruples cannot reveal their identities. It can also look like insanity.

Apparently the serpent knew this well.

The sarcasm in his pupils became stronger, he let out an ambiguous chuckle, and slowly stepped back.

As he retreated, those lifelike and delicate scales gradually faded, as if they would disappear in the next moment.

"...Next time." Peter stared at the figure of the giant snake, let out a long breath, and turned to comfort Zhong Zixing, "When he appears again, he won't have the good luck this time."

What he said was the truth, this time they were caught off guard, even if they could only watch each other leave, there was nothing they could do——

However, Zhong Zixing did not answer.

"Do not."

She stared at the giant snake's vertical pupils and said.

While speaking, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and threw it to Peter without looking back.

"Find a hidden place and send me a text message to Iris, asking if she can hack the surveillance in Times Square just now and in the future, and the rest—"

A pure black knitted scarf flew out of her pocket, wrapped loosely around her neck a few times, and pulled it up to cover her face.

Zhong Zixing pulled open the temples of the sunglasses.

With one hand, she pulled out the long hair that was under the scarf, and put the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose with the other, without taking her eyes off the giant snake.

After doing this, she took a step forward and walked in the direction of the giant snake.

"—Leave it to me."