Hunting High School

Noon in winter is the most popular time of the day.

Especially in Beta Town.

Even in the northern area of ​​Beta Town, known as the concave area, this theorem has not failed. Of course, the reason for the large number of pedestrians outside the window may also be because it is adjacent to the wharf and the municipal, three-pronged sword and other departments.

Because it was close to lunch time, there were not many people in the cafe, and a few people were scattered in every corner of the cafe without interfering with each other. Coupled with the effect of the magic barrier, Zheng Qing felt that the surrounding environment was very atmospheric. friendly.

Except for the reporter lady opposite.

The seat chosen by Ms. Pulitzer is in a corner of the cafe. It is a four-seater, separated by a screen at the front and back. On the left is a tall floor-to-ceiling window, through which you can see the bustling crowd; on the right is a spacious aisle , across the aisle is a powdered snow-white wall, the top of the wall is very clean, decorated with a few picture frames; the bottom of the wall is a layer of brown-red wooden dado; underfoot is a thick red carpet, which is soft and soft , giving people a feeling of being powerless.

Just like how Zheng Qing feels now.

He felt that in front of this Ms. Pulitzer, there was a feeling of panic in his heart, and he had nowhere to use his strength.

"A simple barrier of silence can keep our conversation from being interrupted..." Ms. Pulitzer's voice sounded in Zheng Qing's ears, as if separated by a huge and soundproof secret room, it seemed empty and distant.

Zheng Qing calmed down, and then cheered up, and responded: "It's amazing!"

He was complimenting the lady reporter on how she had unleashed that little magic, so quietly but so effectively, it was brilliant.

"It's just a very simple trick, and you can master it in two years." Ms. Pulitzer smiled, changed the subject, and started the topic of own: "You guys are really good, and you made a big news..."

Zheng Qing swallowed, feeling his lips were a little dry, and then he couldn't help but licked his lips quietly.

Before he could figure out how to answer the sentence, Ms. Pulitzer skipped the subject.

"If I remember correctly, you are a freshman in the class of 2008? You have only been enrolled for half a year." She took out a pen from her black handbag, held the cap in her hand, and then stood the pen on the open notebook on the table .

This immediately attracted Zheng Qing's attention.

It's not just because of the pen. In fact, this is the first time Zheng Qing saw someone using a pen at school. On weekdays, everyone used more quills and brushes. What's even more amazing is that the pen was not held by anyone. Under the circumstances, An An stood firmly on the notebook, and began to wiggle briskly with the conversation between the two.

It is written in standard lowercase letters.

"Yeah, I enrolled in September last year, in Astronomy Class 08-1 of Jiuyou College..." Zheng Qing replied absent-mindedly while staring at the ink dripping from the tip of the pen.

Anyway, these are all well-known news, so he is not so cautious.

"Wait a minute, sorry, wait a moment." Ms. Pulitzer suddenly interrupted the boy, picked up the own handbag again, then fumbled in the bag, and took out a transparent glass box.

The box is in the shape of a cube, and there is a wooden structure in the shape of an archway inside, but what hangs in the center of the archway is not a plaque, but a silver bell the size of a fingernail.

Ms. Pulitzer tapped the glass case with the cap of her pen.

The glass on the sides of the box melted like ice and snow, but surprisingly, nothing, whether water or liquid silica, dripped from the box onto the table.

It seems that the glass shell that just protected the archway is made of air.

Ms. Pulitzer took out the small wooden archway and placed it between the two of them, then cleared her throat and said, "I am a reporter for the Beta Town Post...I am a third-year student at First University...I am Eighteen years old this year... I am very desperate to know the truth..."

When she said the first sentence, there was no movement in the archway.

When she said the second sentence, the small silver bell hanging under the archway immediately vibrated, making a crisp bell.

Then she said the third sentence, and the little silver bell began to vibrate crazily. For a moment, Zheng Qing felt that the little bell was about to shatter.

Then in the fourth sentence, the ringing stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand was pressing on its head, stopping its ringing.

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.

He felt that he had grasped the mystery of it.

"Very good." Ms. Pulitzer glanced at the small wooden archway happily, and then looked up at the young public fee student: "A small thing to ensure that we are honest with each other."

Zheng Qing was a little unhappy. Even if they were assisting Trident Sword in the investigation, they didn't use similar lie detector equipment, and they always treated each other well. Isn't this reporter a bit arrogant?

Although unhappy, he did not leave immediately.

On the one hand, accepting an interview is something that Andrew asked, and at any rate, he has dealt with him a few times. Zheng Qing feels that he is not good at cheating him like this; How will the next report be written.

"The new boss of the magic wand" the world is "defiant" "the quality of students in the first university is declining day by day" "prevarication and evasion, what is he hiding in the face of reporters' questioning" and so on are not uncommon. Therefore, considering it comprehensively, Zheng Qing feels that some things should be faced face-to-face It's better to be clear.

Even so, Zheng Qing also needs to let the other party know what he thinks.

"This kind of thing," he pointed to the little bell, his expression worried: "Do you need it?"

"This is the formal interview process," Ms. Pulitzer explained tactfully: "Including Shi Hui, the vice president of the First University, and Director Robert of the Trident Sword, etc., there will be such arrangements when interviewing. "

Having come to this point, it is natural for Zheng Qing not to be entangled.

Besides, the little bell didn't move just now, which also proved the reporter's explanation. He suddenly felt that, in a sense, the function of this small archway was also two-way.

"You wouldn't add fuel to the report and make something out of nothing, would you?" Zheng Qing couldn't help asking, and then immediately apologized: "Sorry..."

"That's okay," Ms. Pulitzer interrupted his apology, laughing. "All my reporting is based on facts."

The little bell did not ring.

"You can get used to it," Ms. Pulitzer reminded the wizard. "Sometimes it's too sensitive... so, you can get used to its... range."

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What an interesting word, Zheng Qing couldn't help laughing, then looked at the little bell, and tentatively said, "I'm... seventeen years old this year?"

The little bell shook, but there was movement.

Zheng Qing has some confidence in his heart.