Fairy’s Box

The location indicated on the drawing is here, and there are no other rooms around, so there can be no mistake.

The assassin looked at the milky white door ahead, launched a second stealth, and entered the gap between reality and illusion. She took off the pin-shaped hairpin holding the bun, inserted it into the keyhole and fiddled with it skillfully. After a few seconds, she heard an indiscernible crunch.

It worked! You have to be fast, before the target can react, kill him in an instant!

There was a muffled sound from the empty corridor, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Wei Shilu slammed into the door panel, and was thrown far away by the solid wood.

Hiding here without locking the door! This guy is so brave!

Secretly picking the lock instead locked the door, the assassin never mentioned his mistake, but instead angered the poor **** he was about to kill, and even wanted to whip the corpse to vent his anger.

But...with such a loud noise, there was still no movement in the room. Either the trap is waiting for me, or the room is empty at the moment.

Can't handle so much, no time! Seeing that most of the time spent in the second invisibility was spent, she decided to go all out. He quickly fiddled with the hairpin still embedded in the keyhole, and after hearing the crisp sound, he kicked open the door of the room, but his body quickly retreated.

The assassin huddled behind the potted plant for a while, until his invisibility failed, and then he slipped into the room.

The floor is paved with white marble, there are four face-to-face beauty mirrors on the left hand side, and there is a huge hanger on the opposite side, where dozens of various ladies' clothes are placed. Opposite the grooming mirror is an exquisite porcelain dresser full of cosmetics and tools.

That guy is actually hiding in the woman's room? Or, am I going wrong?

Taking out the blueprint, Wei Shilu carefully recalled the location to make sure that she did not go wrong. There were dense footsteps outside the door. She glanced around and quickly hid behind the grooming mirror.

The group of people pushed open the door and stopped, and rushed straight into the room, forcing the assassin to use the third invisibility.

"The loud noise just now must have come from here." The man's voice sounded.

A rough voice announced: "This is Miss Alice's room, maybe it's a lecher who sneaked in, be sure to search carefully!"

"Also, keep your hands and feet clean, you guys, don't stain her clothes, and don't steal! Otherwise, don't blame me for chopping your hands!"

The patrols scattered all at once, and they turned the room over in twos and threes before they gathered together again: "Report boss, there is nothing."

"Is it somewhere else?" The rough voice was a little puzzled.

"Forget it, you, you still have you, stay here. It's cheaper for you, and guard me at the door! When there is a situation, you will blow the whistle, do you know?"

"Yes, boss!" The three voices replied in surprise at the same time.

"Let's go!" The leader gave an order, and everyone withdrew.

Phew... the figure of the assassin appeared above the chandelier, his face pale and frightening, panting like he was drowning. Controlling her voice and landing gently, she quickly turned her head.

Is this Miss Alice's room? That singer? how so! I followed the map completely. Did someone change the map? Then why didn't the other party directly notify the guard? In other words, that **** dark line is simply a fake map! It must be so!

Wei Shilu was furious when she suddenly fainted, and when she fell to the ring between her fingers, she remembered that she had exhausted the number of invisibility techniques. Knowing that she was dying soon, she calmed down and returned to the grooming mirror...

Whoosh! The sharp sword was squeezed into the palm of Yale's hand, still struggling, and the other scabbards were also ready to move. Seeing this, he decisively dropped the fruit basket and inserted the sword into the floor with his backhand.

With a bang, the remaining four swords came out of their scabbards and scattered to the four corners, locking the knight in the center.

"Tell me now, who sent you here?" From behind the closet, came a magnetic and pure voice.

"Who are you? A relative of Miss Alice? His brother? Or a guard? No, I'm just here to ask for an autograph." Yale raised his hands in protest.

"Wrong way from Alice to me? I don't believe anyone can be this stupid."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Is this Miss Alice's dressing room?" The knight was a little confused.

"Hmph, you are still arguing when you are about to die, so... eh?" The man made a strange nasal sound, and the four swords flew back to their original place with a buzzing sound.

After the sword was sheathed, a young man came out from behind the closet and elegantly brushed his sleeves: "Sit down, let's have a good talk."

In the real dressing room, Alice was sitting on the cushion chair with empty eyes, and her two maids slumped to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Wei Shilu's pupils spun like drunk, staring at the other party's eyes and asking, "Who are you?"

"Alice St. Guillotine..."

"Are there people in your team who shouldn't be hiding?"

A look of struggle appeared on Alice's dull face, and finally nodded: "...Yes..."

"Is it this man?" Wei Shilu took out a portrait from her arms.

In the painting, there is a handsome young man with blond hair. His eyebrows are not too broad but thick and true. The two horizontal lines are always plucked or drawn like a new scripture. Glassy eyes are as blue as sea waves, as if they are too powerful, burning a turbulent flame, emitting an irresistible charm. Below the tall and straight bridge of the nose, a graceful lip line is outlined.

If there is a god's darling in the world, the boy in the painting must be one of them.

"...Yes..." The hypnotized singer nodded again.

Resisting the weakness in his body, the assassin quivered his lips and asked the last question: "Where is he?"

Yale was sitting on the chair, facing the handsome, outrageous man with a sunny face, and spread his hands: "You are not a relative of Miss Alice, so who are you? To be honest, it is difficult for me to You define yourself as a bad guy."

"Alice, she's not here." The blond aristocratic boy hooked his fingertips, and the two glasses of red wine were automatically filled and floated in front of the two of them.

"Thank you." Yale took the red wine, put it aside, took out the map and looked at it carefully: "I didn't go wrong."

"Can I take a look?" The other party asked in a hearty and pleasant voice, making it difficult to refuse.

"Whatever." The knight handed the blueprint to the past.

The blond boy glanced at him, looked at him again, and took a sip of red wine calmly: "The route on this drawing does lead to me, but Alice is far away."

"Really?" Yale looked at the other party suspiciously, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "By the way, you thought I was an assassin just now? Why did you stop it later?"

"The answer is simple." He put down the goblet and smiled, as elegant as the clouds floating in the sky:

"No knight in this country can hurt me. So of course I believe you broke in by mistake, even if the reason is more absurd."

The knight bent down, ready to attack at any time: "You're not from the troupe, are you? I've never seen your strength before."

"Calm down, my knight." The smile on the other side's lips became even brighter.