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"No, no need!"
Shiraishichuan smiled as he closed the door, his voice echoing from the end of the corridor.
"Go to school tomorrow to complete the transfer procedures, and the day after tomorrow I'll take you to see the person who made the Demon Eye Killer."
The following evening, I visited the academic affairs office of Buzi High School.
The head of teaching affairs wiped away cold sweat as he stamped the document, not even noticing that the stamp was upside down.
Outside the window, in the shadows of the trees, three men in black suits were pointing at the teaching building.
"The Asagami family's watcher?"
Fujino asked in a low voice.
"Now I'm the cleaner for the Shiraishi family."
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Her true name appeared behind her at some point, toying with three struggling black dolls in her hands.
"Should I crush it?"
Fujino shook her head, her demonic eyes unconsciously sweeping over the dolls—they immediately twisted into a helix of DNA.
Zhenming whistled.
"The progress is incredibly rapid."
On the afternoon of the third day, in the abandoned commercial district.
Shiraishikawa stood on the rusty fire escape ladder, his fingers tracing the almost invisible scratches on the brick wall.
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Found it.
He turned to the real name of the person holding the parasol below.
"Aozaki Touko's Barrier".
Fujino looked up at the seemingly ordinary four-story building, and suddenly felt a stinging sensation from her magic eye—the entire building transformed into a sophisticated clock made of countless gears in her vision, with each window being a rotating dial.
"Don't look."
Shiraishi Kawa covered her eyes.
"That was a cognitive trap designed by Aozaki Touko."
The signboard of Jialan Hall hangs diagonally on the third floor.
Aozaki Touko sat in the swivel chair of the Magic Workshop.
The workshop was filled with the metallic smell unique to the operation of magic circuits, mixed with the fresh scent of wood chips and paint.
On the workbench in front of her lay unfinished doll parts—a finely sculpted hand, half a face with primer, and a few strands of wig as smooth as real hair.
With a "click," she lit a cigarette, the orange-red sparks standing out starkly in the dimly lit workshop.
"What a rare visitor."
She exhaled a smoke ring, her gaze piercing through the swirling smoke to land on the uninvited visitor.
Chapter 393 Well-deserved reputation
"I don't recall having an appointment today."
Shiraishikawa stood in the center of the workshop, the hem of his black trench coat swaying slightly.
He looked around, and a smile crept onto his lips as his gaze swept over the unfinished dolls.
"Miss Aozaki's workshop truly lives up to its reputation."
His voice is low and magnetic.
"These puppets look like they're about to come to life any second."
Aozaki Touko squinted her eyes.
The man's aura was strange—he was neither a pure magician nor an ordinary person.
What's even more concerning is that he was able to enter her "727" workshop without any hindrance, which in itself speaks volumes.
"No more polite words."
She flicked her cigarette ash.
"Just tell me why you're here. I hate wasting time."
Shiraishi chuckled softly and calmly sat down in a reclining chair.
The chair creaked slightly, as if it couldn't withstand some kind of invisible pressure.
"I would like to commission Miss Aozaki to create a Mystic Eye Killer."
He got straight to the point.
"The highest level kind."
Aozaki Touko's finger paused for a moment. A half-smoked cigarette burned silently in the ashtray.
"Oh?"
She raised her eyebrows.
Do you know what that means?
"This means that only a Grand Master could have completed this masterpiece."
Shiraishi Kawa's gaze was fixed on her.
"This means a seal powerful enough to suppress a Rainbow-level Demonic Eye. It means—"
"It means astronomical rewards."
Aozaki Touko interrupted him, a cold smile playing on her lips.
"I don't accept credit."
Shiraishikawa took a black card out of his pocket and gently placed it on the table.
"Swiss bank bearer accounts can be verified at any time."
His voice was as calm as if he were discussing today's weather.
"Settlement in US dollars."
Aozaki Touko stared at the card for two seconds, then suddenly smiled.
She reached out and picked up the card, a magical halo appearing at her fingertips.
The magic trick was completed in an instant, and she looked on in surprise.
"It seems you came prepared."
She tossed the card back onto the table.
"But that's not enough. The highest level of the Mystic Eye Killer requires special materials, and some things can't be bought with money."
Shiraishikawa leaned back in his chair, his posture as relaxed as if he were sitting in his own living room.
"Double."
He said.
"Materials will be charged separately. I hope to receive the finished product within a week."
The air in the workshop seemed to freeze for a moment.
Aozaki Touko narrowed her eyes and re-examined the mysterious man.
The double pay plus the cost of materials means this is more than three times the market price.
More importantly, he made these conditions in a relaxed tone.
"interesting."
She finally said.
"I accept this commission. The finished product will not disappoint you."
She paused.
Do I need to specify a pickup time? Or should I have it mailed to a designated address?
Shiraishikawa waved his hand.
"No rush. We can settle the accounts together with the second commission."
Aozaki Touko's hand, which had just picked up the teacup, froze in mid-air.
"The second commission?"
Her voice turned cold.
"I don't recall ever agreeing to take on a second one."
Shiraishikawa smiled, a smile that made Aozaki Touko feel uncomfortable.
It's too perfect, so perfect that it doesn't seem like an expression a human could make.
"It was just a simple consultation."
His voice remained gentle.
"Ms. Aozaki, as a former lecturer at the Clock Tower, has a wide network of connections. I'd like to know if you know any... those with special talents, personalities... well, we'd say, age-appropriate magicians with unique personalities."
The teacup slammed heavily onto the table, making a crisp sound.
Aozaki Touko's eyes instantly turned sharp as knives.
"What do you mean?"
Her voice was deep and dangerous.
"Are you mistaking me for a pimp?"
The magic circuits in the workshop suddenly lit up, and a heavy killing intent filled the air.