Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

Blizzard Manor, episode one, day two.

Early the next morning, Gojo Satoru's fever subsided, and he didn't feel any discomfort from the day before.

It has to be said that even without the spell, Gojo Satoru's physical fitness is still unmatched by ordinary people, and he was alive and kicking after only burning for one night.

But just to be on the safe side, Maqima asked him to take another day's medicine and wait until evening to see if he still had the fever.

In the early morning, the snowstorm outside the manor could be clearly seen through the gaps in the curtains, and there was no sign of stopping at all. No one knew how long this snowstorm would last.

Probably for people who exist in the book world, it will never end.

As for Wujo Satoru and Machima, as long as the murderer is not killed, it will not end.

When Gojo Wujo woke up, the people around him were gone, and he didn't seem to be able to feel the remaining warmth of the other party. He thought that Maqima should have been up for a long time. Unlike him, her biological clock was very regular.

The white-haired man lay flat on the bed, blinking his blue eyes, staring straight at the chandelier on the ceiling.

Since the six eyes can't be used, Gojo Satoru won't feel tired even if he doesn't look through things. It feels really good to look directly at the things outside, which is a good experience.

He remembered that he had a not so good dream.

In the dream, there was Machima, who was different from usual Machima, but there was an invisible wall between him and him.

He couldn't remember the specific content, he only knew that it was not a happy dream, even though he had been awake for a long time, he still felt a feeling of worrying about gains and losses.

He was in a daze until Maqima came into the room with a cold body. He watched her take off her coat and hang it on the hanger, and said, "You went out?"

Machima noticed that he was awake, and nodded: "Well, I went to observe the scene again."

"Any results?"

"Nothing has changed, except that the snow is thicker."

"Too……"

Gojo Satoru watched Machima pour water from the kettle again, and white mist rose above the glass filled with hot water. She brought it to the bedside table, and there was still a plate of unfinished cold medicine on it.

Machima lowered her eyes, and put a hand on the man's forehead, feeling the man's body temperature that was no longer so hot.

"Take the medicine when the water is colder."

Gojo Satoru asked: "Wouldn't you catch a cold if you wore it just now?"

Mazima shook her head: "No, I'm not cold. And the back of the yard is leeward, and the wind and snow are not that strong."

Gojo Satoru knew that the north wind was blowing that day, and when they walked to the manor yesterday, it happened to be facing the wind, so they were covered with a collar of snow. The backyard is one of the few, and the wind and snow are not so heavy place.

Machima was still the same as before, only the tip of her nose was reddish from the cold, and she didn't have any signs of catching a cold.

If you look at it this way, doesn't it seem that his physical fitness is not as good as that of Maqima?

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Gojo Satoru thought for a while, then sat up slowly, and said, "Why don't you take some cold medicine to prevent it."

Although she knew she wouldn't catch a cold, Maqima somehow nodded in agreement, and then swallowed the pills with Gojo Satoru.

After a day of investigation, if there is any progress or clues to ask Maqima, there must be.

That is, no one looks like a murderer. Although some people look suspicious, Maqima can know that none of them are actually murderers just by observing the micro-expressions and facial nerves.

It was probably because he was not used to Western European breakfasts, and Gojo Satoru had just fallen ill, so Maqima went to ask for some ingredients and cooked a light vegetable porridge.

Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten since lunch at noon yesterday, and suddenly felt empty in his stomach, and drank several bowls of porridge at once.

Machima even thought that he would have a stomachache, but it's a pity that Gojo Satoru's physical fitness is really good.

After breakfast, Gojo Satoru spread out on the sofa in the public area, and turned to Machima who was sitting next to him: "Is there any progress in yesterday's investigation?"

Maqima said: "I have observed all the people in the manor, and none of them seem to be murderers."

"Hiss..." Gojo Satoru rested his chin on his hand, "If you keep saying that, it's really difficult."

The woman with orange pink hair said: "There is no setting in this script that the protagonist is a detective. We can't ask questions openly, and all observations must be taken as casual."

This is also the most disgusting part of this script.

The protagonist is not a detective, but just a couple of tourists. Among the dozens of people in the entire manor, if they are the only ones who want to find out the truth, they will probably be regarded as the first suspects.

Although everyone in the manor knows that there are murderers in the manor, and once caused panic, they are still characters made up in the book, even NPCs without names, and they did not cooperate with the investigation in their tasks. One piece "stay at the manor".

If it is a completed detective with no loopholes, then the NPCs will definitely cooperate with the investigation, but Poe deliberately put them into the unfinished script.

They only knew that one person in the manor was the murderer, and there was no clue at all other than that.

Anyway, the desserts here are really good, and they don't cost any money. Gojo Satoru even began to think that it would be nice to stay here as a vacation.

Gojo Satoru took another piece of cake, and with a fork hanging from his mouth, he said decadently, "Well...or just kill everyone here."

The characters in the book are all created by Poe's abilities, not real human beings, so he can kill without any scruples.

Maqima stared at the empty sofa opposite: "But we don't know what will happen after killing someone who is not the murderer by mistake, so it's better not to be safe."

Probably because of an accident, Mazima could only see other people in the manor at meal times. Everyone locked the door every day and never came out, which greatly reduced their chances of observation.

They don't know how Poe's "endless reincarnation of N weeks" will be triggered.

At this time, a whole day has passed since they entered the world of the book, and they don't know whether the time flow of the world in the book is the same as that of the outside world.

This is still an unknown world, and they are not sure to act rashly.

Wujo Gojo took another bite of the cake and ate it, chewing carefully. At this time, there was no one else in the public area except the two of them, and the air was filled with the sweet and creamy aroma.

The white-haired man was holding a plate in his hand, and he had sunk into the soft sofa. It can be seen that this manor is really rich, and the sofas used are the most comfortable to sit on.

The chandelier in the public area is crystal, and the wallpaper is printed with gold-plated patterns. The sun can't be seen outside the window, and the crows are dark, forming a sharp contrast with the brightly lit interior.

"Well, after all, it's all about killing. If there is any punishment for wrong killing, it will be triggered when the first person is eliminated."

It's okay to talk, but the attitude is a bit too casual.

"But if the murderer is solved in one go, then unnecessary reincarnation should be avoided."

"It's okay, we have plenty of time anyway."

Macchima: "..."

She thought that Wujo Wujou was quite leisurely, but yes, there was nothing wrong with eating, drinking and company here.

Just when Machima was still thinking about whether there were any loopholes in the script, Gojo Satoru suddenly stuffed a cake into her mouth, the sweet taste spread in the taste buds, and the sticky cream rubbed against her mouth.

Gojo Satoru wiped the cream off her mouth with his thumb, and licked the cream off his fingers very naturally.

He looked at her and said, "Don't think so much, you will get bald. Some things can't be forced, it depends on fate."

Machima chewed the cake, probably because the other's bite was not the same size as hers, she chewed for a long time before swallowing it down.

Gojo Satoru looked at her eating the cake, and suddenly felt like a squirrel, which looked extremely cute.

She suddenly called him solemnly: "Enlightenment."

Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his lips: "Huh?"

"It's too sweet, I don't like it."

……Fine.

I don't know when it started, Maqima also became straightforward, in some respects.

In the past, Machima would just blindly follow his wishes, and she would never feel bad about the delicious food he said, but now she would tell him that she didn't like it.

Of course, in some respects, Mazima generally didn't give him face when talking about serious things.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help thinking of the reception after the exchange meeting, and the conversation between Mingming and Maqima.

Teeth sore...

After a day of investigation that seemed to have done and seemed to have done nothing, the sky gradually darkened, and it was time for dinner.

If you want to say that the most sumptuous meal of the day in the manor, it must be dinner.

There are gold-plated dinner plates on the long table. There are various dishes on the plates, but they are all expensive western food in Western European style. The dining area is filled with the aroma of food.

When it was time to eat, all the people who had been in the room rushed out at once, and the tourists chatted while eating.

When the plates are empty, someone will remove them and replace them with new dishes. Maqima really doesn't know where the manor comes from for the inexhaustible ingredients. It is obvious that the outside is flooded by endless wind and snow, and the manor has no connection with the outside world. No one will bring the ingredients.

Maqima is not a picky eater, but it is not the first time she has eaten expensive western food, and she has not moved after a few bites.

However, Gojo Satoru was quite open-minded, pinching a little here and taking a bite there.

After dinner, there were desserts on the table, many of which were hardly seen during the day, and it didn't take long for the plates in front of Gojo Satoru to pile up.

Maqima stood aside, poured a glass of red wine and slowly sipped it. Ever since Zhongyuan Zhongye dragged her into the pit of red wine, she gradually felt the deliciousness of red wine.

There was no beer in the manor, so Mazima went directly to pick out a very old red wine to drink.

All the way back to the room from the public area, after locking the room, Maqima realized that there seemed to be something wrong with Gojo Satoru.

His cheeks and ears were a little red, and he didn't look sober, and he didn't look like he had a fever again, and his eyes seemed to be misty.

Is he drinking?

Because she didn't keep staring at him before, maybe she drank some of the wine as a drink.

The white-haired man's eyes seemed a little blurred, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

And in the next second, the other party grabbed her wrist with irresistible force, and Maqima didn't break free, wanting to see what he was going to do, and then her back was pressed against the wall.

The white hair rubbed against her shoulder, he first breathed the air around her neck, then quickly raised his head, and pressed his lips against hers.

She tasted it, and it tasted like a cocktail.