Paine's game

"Wait a minute, you just said you wanted to make her into a match?"

"That damn fat guy Charlotte really didn't tell you anything."

Jonathan sneered.

"Don't you think about it, why did he ask you two to do this? Do you need two people to get 1,000 boxes of matches? I don't have to hide it from you. The reason why Miracle Match is a Miracle Match is because it is essentially the same as ordinary fantasy matches.

It is different. It is infused with human life and soul, so the fantasy matches can become miracle matches."

"Injecting life and soul? Sounds like evil witchcraft."

"This thing is originally an evil invention of witches." Jonathan laughed loudly, "Only pure girls can make miracle matches. Well, I have to watch my daughter. After all, making miracle matches is quite dangerous.

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Paine noticed that Jonathan narrowed his eyes when he mentioned the word "witch".

"Can I also go and observe it? Mr. Jonathan?" Paine said, "I have always been curious about such things."

"Of course - no! This is a trade secret, and the scene is a bit scary."

Jonathan walked out of the room without looking back.

"Just stay here! If I catch you peeking, I will wring your neck mercilessly!"

With the sound of a huge wooden door closing, Paine knew that Jonathon had entered the room of the little girl Linda. In addition to being the bedroom of the little girl Linda, that room should also play the role of a workshop. No wonder Jonathon had entered the room before.

Nathan told the little girl not to be lazy. I guess the little girl Linda usually made matches in that room.

Paine felt a sudden fear in his heart - if it is true as Jonathan said, the miracle match needs to be injected with life and soul, the proficiency of the little girl Linda just now may not be the first time she has done such a thing.

Some cold sweat broke out on his back. If Jonathan hadn't come back just now, would this little girl have done anything to him? He had no defense against the little girl just now.

While reflecting on himself, Paine moved his right foot, and the pink thing that was flung out of the short-haired girl's hair just now appeared in front of his eyes.

This is a pink cloth headband.

"It doesn't look like anything special." Paine reached out and picked up the hair tie. After looking at it and finding nothing unusual, he stuffed it back into his pocket.

After a while, Jonathan's voice came through the wooden door, interrupting Paine's thoughts.

"Okay, the miracle matches are ready, come and get them!"

Paine opened the wooden door and walked over, and found that the thick layer of straw in the center of the room was much less there, and the short-haired girl had disappeared. There were only timid little girls Linda and Jonathan.

"Where is she?"

"She burned like a candle." Jonathan told him with a sneer. "You can't breathe life and soul into a match otherwise. Take these damn matches and go to Charlotte and ask him

Add money!"

Jonathan threw him a cloth bag, and Paine opened it. It was filled with well-packaged matchboxes the size of a baby's hand. Each matchbox contained 15 matches with golden match heads.

"Would you like to click on the quantity?" Jonathan said, "I am not responsible for leaving the house."

"It's not necessary. I believe you. You will always have to pay extra to buy the remaining 800 boxes anyway."

"You are smart."

"But there's something I want to do before I leave. Linda, can you sell me a box of ordinary fantasy matches? Just one stick in a box.