I'm really a witch

It's hard to tell whether it's the tall buildings in the streets of London or the amusement park in front of him that frightens Darcy more.

Before Darcy actually reached the gate of the so-called amusement park, he didn't have a clear position on the word.A place to hang out, he thought.But he never thought that there could be so many people here.

And those weird, humanoid, ducks?Bear?Through the gate, you can see a corner of the amusement park. From time to time there are whistling sounds in the air, accompanied by loud screams, and you can vaguely see long strips—should be one of the so-called "cars". Fly around the ring.

Even the calm Mr. Darcy can't calm down sometimes.

Mr. Darcy had no identification, so Circe had to use innocuous tricks to get by when buying tickets.Modern society is troublesome, the little girl pouts and complains in her heart.As a result, she had to confuse the ticket seller and the camera image.

The little girl who picked up the ticket was like a bird flying out of the cage, holding Darcy's hand, and bouncing into the gate of the amusement park.She had already given up the pair of high-heeled shoes to shorten the height difference, and switched back to the customary sneakers.Wearing high heels is too tiring, even more tiring than shopping with my mother!

Neither of them felt that there was anything wrong with wearing a suit near an amusement park.Darcy did find that there were very few people wearing similar clothes to him. When he was walking on the street before, he could see quite a few, but when he arrived at the amusement park, he was almost invisible.But Mr. Darcy, who just came to this era, still can't tell the difference between formal and everyday clothes that he has never seen before. After all, isn't a suit a normal dress for him when traveling?

So the newlyweds, just maintaining the common routine in idol dramas, walked into the amusement park under the veiled gaze of the people around them.

Seeing that Mr. Darcy's eyes always fell on the body of the roller coaster from time to time, he planned to buy a turkey leg to hug Circe, but decisively abandoned the turkey leg and dragged Mr. Darcy to join the team.Are there so many people in London?Standing on tiptoe to look at the length of the line, Circe, who had long been accustomed to the eighteenth century, sighed softly.

"Let me line up, you..." Darcy looked around and only found a small trolley with a prominent signboard. His tone turned around, "Buy something to eat?"

He paused, looked ahead based on his height, and warned: "Don't go too far." He didn't notice, because his pronunciation and wording were different from those around him, and those around him were all close. Quietly pricked up his ears.

Circe struggled to look at the hot dog cart, pulled her gaze back firmly, and shook her head, "I'll be with you." She moved closer and took Darcy's arm.

Fortunately, today is not a holiday or any other day. There are not many people in the amusement park. Even the popular roller coaster welcomed these two strange passengers in about an hour.

Circe chose a middle position, forgoing the exciting experience of the ending.After all, this is different from her book. The book is tightly wrapped by all kinds of magic, and there is almost no "stimulation" at all. The level of stability and comfort is no different from that of curling up on a soft sofa.

When she actually sat in the chair and put on her seat belt, Circe regretted it.She looked worriedly at Mr. Darcy beside her, looking as if she wished to throw a big spell on him to protect him in all directions.The wrinkled little face made Darcy feel helpless, he turned sideways with some difficulty, raised his hand and patted the girl's head: "Don't worry about me."

Circe was so scared that he quickly turned his body back: "Oh, don't turn sideways, sit upright."

So Mr. Darcy who said "don't worry" was taken off the roller coaster by Miss Witch, his face was as pale as if painted with white paint.If it weren't for his soul to stay where it should be, Circe would suspect that the roller coaster just threw his soul out.

"Mr. Darcy? Mr. Darcy?" Circe helped him to the bench and sat down, then frantically flipped through his satchel.

When he saw the familiar crystal bottle and the weird color as usual, Darcy's pupils shrank suddenly, and he pushed away the bottle of liquid in front of him: "Hey, I'm fine."

Circe hesitated for a moment, and recognized his ruddy face, then glanced at the potion in his hand: "Are you sure you don't want to drink it? You don't look very good."

"I'm just not used to it," he coughed lowly, "the way of playing in the new era."

"Then..." Circe put the potion away again, "shall we continue playing?"

"Yes." With that, Darcy stood up from the chair.Then the familiar dizziness came to him again, and his feet went limp.Circe narrowly held him up again.

Darcy blushed under the worried eyes of the little girl, he looked too weak now, even his eyes were watery, no matter how much he promised Circe, Miss Witch refused to believe it, and was ruthless took off the cork.

In the strange smell coming out of the bottle, Darcy tried to struggle again: "I just need to rest a little longer, and there is no need to waste the potion."

Circe moved the bottle closer unhurriedly but resolutely: "It won't take long to boil a pot, I'm worried about your current state." She changed her pitiful expression, her eyes were right Looking at him, "Drink!"

……Fine.She has started to act like a baby, and it seems that this bottle of potion cannot escape.Darcy sighed to himself in his heart, and accepted the potion bottle resignedly.

Seeing Circe's face that immediately smiled, Darcy pinched her face: "Sly girl."

Circe didn't care about him, just stared at him and poured a whole bottle of potion into his stomach, and then when he was about to say something again, he almost stuffed a candy with his eyes, hugged his face, and aimed at the position of his lips I posted it again and again.

"Let's go!" The little girl jumped up from the chair with red ears, ran a few meters away, stopped again, turned around and waved to Darcy, "Oh, stop laughing!"

Darcy caught up with her in a few steps, put her shoulders close to him, and when the little girl looked up in surprise, he rubbed the top of her soft hair: "Do as the Romans do?" He gestured with his eyes, "I Look at everyone else."

"Others don't rub my hair." Circe muttered, but began to smooth her hair deftly.

"So I will." Darcy shrugged and spread out the map.

Fifteen minutes later, they were standing at the door of the haunted house.

Circe glanced back and forth at Mr. Darcy several times amidst the eerie music of the haunted house: "Is it here?"

Darcy nodded and walked to the end of the line first.He sifted through the map several times, excluding those that hadn't stopped, such as ferris wheels, merry-go-rounds, and bumper cars, before he picked the haunted house.Circe told him about ghosts, they are all souls lingering in the world, and he has seen a lot of souls now, so he thinks there will be no problem.

Seeing his calm expression, Circe suppressed his doubts back to the bottom of his heart, obediently lined up with Darcy, and bought a roast turkey leg from the cart beside him, eating with sparkling eyes.

The haunted house is always so dark, with only a faint light, which is still on and off, and the path on the ground can be roughly recognized.

"I don't seem to see..." Wandering soul.Before Darcy could finish his doubts, he met a white-faced woman who was hanging upside down.

Circe hurriedly pulled him back a step, and tentatively lifted the woman's long hair: "Mr. Darcy? You may need to bend over."

Darcy responded stiffly, and slipped through the gap through the raised hair.Of course, Miss Ghost was unwilling to be passed so easily. She flicked her sleeve and stretched out her hand to arrest someone, but Circe grabbed her wrist vigilantly and pulled her back.The female ghost lady was pulled and trembled in mid-air, and it took a long time to regain her stability, watching the petite girl chasing her 1.9-meter boyfriend and running away.

Walking through this path, the space becomes wider, and the ground seems to be no different from the asphalt road.Darcy was slightly relieved, but obviously he was relieved too early.

Accompanied by a burst of sharp laughter, a black figure suddenly rushed over diagonally from the opposite side.The other party looked as if he was about to take out something from the interlayer of his jacket, but he stretched his hand half way before he was subconsciously thrown to the ground by the tense Mr. Darcy.Circe managed to cast a buffer spell on the man a second before he made close contact with the ground.

"Mr. Darcy!" The gentleman looked about to make up a few more strokes to make the other party completely unconscious, and Circe quickly pulled him back, "This, this is the staff."

"Staff?" Darcy tried to see his ordinary human nature from under the red liquid-smeared appearance, and his tone was very confused.

"The ones in the haunted house are all fake, and they're all played by the staff." Susi hurriedly explained a few words, then hesitated for two seconds, "If you're curious, I can show you the real thing, but it's real It’s more interesting than acting it out.”

The staff member who was lying on the ground and couldn't see his facial features clearly showed a shocked expression under the liquid covering his face, and looked at the man who put him down in a daze and was easily persuaded by this magical reason.He even bowed to himself apologetically.Ah, my tailbone, well... it doesn't seem to hurt too much?After patting the clothes, the staff got up from the ground in confusion.

Nothing happened after that.Knowing that these are false, Mr. Darcy was able to calmly watch the male ghosts and female ghosts passing by in various postures.If you ignore his increasingly serious face.

When going back, Circe led a cartoon balloon as big as a face, and Darcy held two ice creams of different flavors.From time to time, the little girl poked her head over to take a bite, and then retracted with a hiss and gasp.

"Let's come out to play again tomorrow, shall we?" Licking the cream at the corner of her mouth, Circe tugged on the balloon string once and for all, watching it go up and down in mid-air.

After taking a bite of the tip of the ice cream, the sweet and cold liquid slid down his throat, Darcy gave up the idea of ​​taking another bite: "I want to watch, um, is it called a movie?"

"Then I'll book tickets now!"