Wizard: I can extract identities

After Mark left, Cassius looked at Alice. He could tell that Alice had hidden something from Mark: "Alice, are you hiding something?"

"No." Alice shook her head: "I just think... this news is a bit unbelievable."

"After I met Rama, she told me that she recently fell in love with playing a card game called Solitaire!"

"Solitaire is a unique spirit-calling game that uses playing cards to communicate with an energy body we call Solitaire. This is a game that is widely spread among contemporary young people. If you are sincere, With a heart that respects the Card Fairy, you will get a response from the Card Fairy.”

"It is said that the Card Fairy will distribute cards according to the needs of each player, and the cards will contain things that each player wants to ask."

"Because of this game, there are also many young people who pin their future on cards."

At this point, Alice paused for a moment: "Rama didn't die because of this kind of game, right?"

Cassius frowned: "The Card Fairy?"

He had never heard of this game.

If we were in a world without extraordinary power, this kind of game might not be relevant, but in today's world with extraordinary power, energy bodies like the Solitaire Fairy probably really exist, and this kind of game is probably to communicate with the Solitaire Fairy. way.

"Is it really the card fairy who killed Rama?" Alice suddenly felt a chill coming over her.

"No, it shouldn't be, at least it's not that simple." Cassius shook his head and denied Alice's speculation; "If the Card Fairy was really that rampant and killed people at will, I'm afraid the relevant information would have been blocked long ago. How could this game be as popular as it is now?”

"You mean..." Alice was stunned for a moment: "Rama's death had nothing to do with the Card Fairy?"

"Not necessarily, but this matter is not what we need to worry about. It is the police who should worry about it." Cassius sighed, patted Alice on the shoulder, and comforted: "Don't think too much, the police will find the truth. of!"

Alice nodded: "Yes, I know."

……………

Eight o'clock at night.

A black car slowly drove out of the city and headed somewhere in the suburbs. The car turned halfway and finally drove into a small manor - this manor was in a remote location and was almost surrounded by woods. Very quiet.

The car drove into the manor and finally stopped in front of a building.

The car door opened and two people walked out. One of them was the Mark that Cassius and the others met during the day, and the other was a middle-aged man wearing glasses and looking gentle.

The two men walked side by side toward the building.

This building is not big, and can even be described as dilapidated. There is a huge stone in front of the door, and the huge stone is carved with various ancient patterns. There is a wooden plaque hanging on the lintel with three words - "House of Cards".

The two people opened the door and walked in. What greeted them was a girl wearing pajamas and glasses.

This girl has waist-length hair, her hands are folded in front of her chest, and there is a touch of coldness on her face.

She stared at Cassius and the middle-aged man with glasses, and asked coldly: "Who asked you to come?"

"I'm Officer Phillipson, and this is Detective Mark. We were invited here by Mr. William."

Philipson was very polite to the girl: "Please let us in, miss."

Although Philipson's attitude was respectful, there was a sense that he could not refuse, and his eyes were fixed on the girl.

The girl was silent for a moment, seeming to be weighing something.

After a moment, she stepped aside and made a 'please' gesture: "Since Mr. William invited you, then come in."

Mark and Philipson looked at each other, then followed the girl's footsteps.

The two walked into the room. The room was empty except for some lamps on the walls and many playing cards pasted on the walls. These playing cards had all kinds of weird patterns and words on them.

In the deepest room, there is a large table, which is covered with cards. A thin young man is sitting at the table, playing with the cards with his head lowered.

"Hello, Officer Phillipson!" The thin young man raised his head and looked at Phillipson with a smile: "Welcome!"

"Hello, Mr. William!" Philipson replied: "I am here on the order of the director!"

"Oh, then do you need our help for anything?!" William nodded slightly, pointed at the card game on the table and said, "If you don't mind, you can sit down and play a game together!"

Philipson shook his head and refused: "Mr. William, you have crossed the line. We respect the Solitaire Fairy, but this does not mean that you can kill innocent civilians in the name of the Solitaire Fairy! This is a scam. You should abide by the rules set by En and the Card Fairy!”

William shrugged his shoulders and put the cards in his hand on the table: "Officer Phillipson, you misunderstood. We didn't think about breaking the rules. The last thing happened was a complete accident, and we deeply regret it!"

Philipson looked at William doubtfully, waiting for William's explanation.

"Officer Philipson, look, this card looks like this..." William raised a card in his hand, then he turned the card over, face down, and then flipped the card again.

Philipson looked at the content on the card intently. At this time, the content on the card had changed.

William grinned: "Officer Phillipson, you see, this is the end of this card, with a poem written on it. I guess... you must recognize it."

"Gods make mistakes, and so do humans. Those who admit their mistakes will not be punished again..." William muttered again, not paying attention to Philipson's increasingly ugly face.

William stretched out his hand: "How about it, Officer Phillipson, the Card Fairy has given instructions, what do you think?"

Philipson's eyes fell on the cards in William's hand. His face was livid, and finally he turned around and walked outside. Mark on the side immediately followed.

William withdrew his gaze with a smile, and looked at the cards in his hand: "Let's all be in the cards together!"

He threw the card in his hand on the table, and the card instantly turned into a plume of black smoke and disappeared.

………………

"Damn super!" After Philipson returned to the car, he punched the door hard.

William has brought out the instructions from the Solitaire Fairy to characterize the matter. Neither he nor the police dare to do anything to this guy. After all, the Solitaire Fairy is not someone they can provoke. When Philipson took over the task, his boss specifically emphasized it. ——You must never mess with the Card Fairy.

So he had no choice but to give up!