Mischievous Lolita in the Doll

"I was wrong."

The girl promptly backed down, afraid that Eileen would spank her again. She wasn't wearing any clothes, and she had only ever experienced being spanked once before when her armor was at zero—the time Eileen learned the true meaning of the word "bba."

"What did you do wrong?" Eileen asked persistently.

"……waste."

"How many times has this happened? Still so naughty." Eileen looked at you with exasperation. "You have your mother to love you at home, but what will you do outside? What if you run into some weird uncle or aunt and get kidnapped!"

"I'm very strong!"

The girl waved her little fist, which seemed utterly unconvincing, and even somewhat cute.

"Unrepentant!"

Eileen lightly slapped the girl's smooth little bottom, and it felt pretty good.

"If you misbehave again, I'll stew you."

Eileen made a threat without any real pressure, and at least the girl wasn't scared. Isn't this how it's been all these years?

Although still a little angry, Eileen didn't pursue the girl's mischief any further, since she hadn't poured out all the shampoo and shower gel anyway.

"The water is still a bit hot. Come here and let Mom rinse you off first."

Eileen, who had already taken off her clothes, took the rain spray and hugged Mir with one arm. The girl still had a pleasant milky scent, and her body was soft to the touch, so everyone who saw her had the urge to hold her in their arms.

Eileen aimed the rain at the girl and then turned on the switch.

"Ah! It's cold!"

The girl shivered from the cold water. Eileen gently turned the water temperature control switch a little bit towards the heating element, just a tiny bit.

"Ouch! It's hot!"

The girl seemed to have really been burned and hurriedly broke free from Eileen's embrace.

Is this water temperature too hot for a child? Eileen is very careful about these things, unlike some parents who, if they don't think it's hot, will add water to the same temperature as themselves.

However, she remembered that at this temperature, Mil shouldn't feel hot...

Eileen looked at Mil and, sure enough, the girl gave a sly smile; the little girl was faking it.

He picked the girl up and placed her on his lap again, then gently slapped her bottom.

"Naughty."

Because the girl was uncooperative and unruly, it took Eileen a long time to wash her. Luckily, she cast a heat-preserving spell on the bathtub halfway through.

Eileen lay down in the bathtub with the girl in her arms, briefly recalling what she had sensed that day, and casually asked the girl:

"Has anything happened in Ur today?"

She didn't actually expect the girl to answer her; she was just asking casually.

"Yes, someone was killed on Locke Street today, and the body was used to perform a magical ritual."

At this point, Mil suddenly remembered that he had wanted to eat barbecue, but Eileen used the fish to make soup. But it didn't matter, there would be other opportunities in the future.

"Oh?" Eileen became interested. "What kind of ceremony is it?"

"It looks like some kind of sacrificial ceremony."

Upon hearing Mil's answer, Eileen's pupils contracted slightly; it seemed that what she had felt today was not an illusion...

"Honey, how did you find out about this?" Eileen asked softly.

"We are currently investigating this matter."

Eileen received the answer she least wanted to hear.

“Baby, promise Mommy…” She stopped halfway through her sentence, as if she had thought of something.

"What's wrong?" The girl looked up at Eileen in confusion.

"No, it's nothing..."

Eileen knew she couldn't protect the girl forever; children also need to experience hardship to grow. That's why her academy used a practical training program. However, practical training is usually supervised by teachers, so the level of danger is relatively low. But in this situation, the extent of danger was impossible to determine.

Eileen didn't want Mil to be exposed to certain things too early.

However, considering the girl's unique circumstances, Eileen seemed somewhat hesitant.

Mir will come into contact with these things sooner or later...

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Releasing Pigeons

When the first rays of sunlight shone on Mir's face, she knew she had to try to stay in bed.

"Get up, you little sleepyhead." Eileen lifted the blanket and patted her little bottom.

"Hmm~"

The girl didn't open her eyes. She snuggled closer to Eileen, finding a comfortable and safe spot to continue sleeping.

Eileen looked helplessly at the girl who was still in bed: "You can only sleep for five more minutes~"

Eileen took the girl out of her arms, covered her with a blanket, and went to prepare breakfast.

Last night, Eileen couldn't bring herself to stop the girl from investigating. She couldn't possibly stop the girl every time she encountered trouble. Anyway, the girl had been marked, so she'd let her do as she pleased for now. If things got really bad, she could always rescue her. Besides...

As Eileen pondered these matters, she took out the source of the girl's nightmare—cabbage.

The fish from yesterday is all gone, so let's have cabbage this morning.

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Locke Street.

The group that had split up earlier reunited here. They hadn't slept a wink last night. After the dead body that Sack and Carlo had seen, the prisoner hadn't made any further moves, and they had been completely fooled by the prisoner like idiots, even though they weren't exactly known for their intelligence.

Now they, or rather Elsa and her men, are facing another troublesome matter—public criticism.

"What's going on? Two more people died this morning!"

"Are you even capable of protecting us?!"

"Is this how you protect us, the money we pay you?"

"Give us an explanation! Don't just stand there without saying a word!"

……

The police officers were in a terrible predicament, but it was a fact that the killer had committed another murder within their patrol area.

On the other side, two distinguished men, also surrounded by the crowd, were not greatly affected. They chatted as if no one else was around. It was unclear what they were saying, but one of them, wearing a black hat, nodded to the other, who was wearing a police uniform. Then, he had his bodyguard push through the crowd, get into a car, and drive away.

Elsa struggled to squeeze next to the man in the police uniform.

"Chief, have the 'props' we requested arrived?"

“No,” the bureau chief said, looking rather displeased. “The mayor rejected our application on behalf of the higher-ups.”

"Why did this happen?!" Elsa exclaimed indignantly. "Four people have already died!"

“But that guy doesn’t see it that way.” The chief wasn’t as agitated as Elsa. “As long as the fire didn’t reach him, he was always just watching from the sidelines, seemingly standing up for his goddaughter…”

"So what do we do now?" Elsa seemed a little lost. "We have no idea who the culprit is."

The current situation prevents them from directly applying for "items" in the capital. Before they can deliver the message to headquarters, more people may be sacrificed.

The chief sighed. His physical condition was no longer suitable for fighting criminals. All he could do was arrange things behind the scenes. This time, he handed over most of the command of the police to Elsa. There was nothing else he could do. Nevertheless, Elsa was very grateful to him.

Suddenly, he started coughing violently, and Elsa rushed over to help him up. The chief had been extremely worried about this case for the past two days.

Elsa directed her subordinates to help them push through the crowd and assist the chief to the police car. She said with concern, "Chief, your health is more important right now. You should go back and rest."

The bureau chief didn't put on a sentimental act of "I won't rest until this case is investigated." He nodded in agreement and had someone drive him back.

The crowd was still blocking the police. Although the cars that had been there earlier had deterred them from stopping the police, the people around them seemed to have given them the courage to block Elsa and the others.

"Hey! What's all this commotion about?" The puppet boy appeared out of nowhere and greeted them, but no one paid him any attention.

Mil is a very emotional person. He had already taken the initiative to greet people, but no one paid any attention to him, which made him very unhappy.

He pulled out a submachine gun from somewhere and fired a burst into the air, scaring away the crowd and attracting the attention of the police who then handcuffed him.

"Behave yourself, why is it always you?"

Mir had already changed into men's clothing, and he would never forget the expression on Eileen's face when she saw him in women's clothing when he turned back into a doll.

"You can't do this! I helped you out of a predicament, and you're being ungrateful? Take these handcuffs off right now!"

"More than that, I'd like to know where you got your gun?" Elsa pulled out a small notebook, adopting a businesslike demeanor.

"Hurry up and take these handcuffs off me! They're really uncomfortable!" Mil snapped the handcuffs in half and yelled at Elsa, pointing at her nose.

Elsa: ...I forgot that this stuff doesn't work on this kid anymore.

"What were you doing last night?" Xia Ye's resentful voice came from behind Mir.

"Huh?" Mil recalled the beautiful girl who had been frantically ringing his doorbell last night, but he didn't really want the girl to know that he had been at Eileen's house last night...

"I went to make money last night dressed as a woman!"

"Alright, the prisoner has confessed, take him away!" Elsa ordered her subordinates.

“Just kidding! I’m just kidding!” Mil easily broke free from the police officers’ restraints and turned around to give them the middle finger.

"What happened to you guys? And Xia Ye, what are you doing here? Didn't you sleep all night?"

The people he questioned were so upset that it was written all over their faces.

"We must catch the murderer today!" Xia Ye said firmly, clenching his fist. He had to find that girl; he hoped she was still alright...

"Huh?" Mil looked at her in confusion. "You have class today."

"It's over!"

Good boy, you stood up your teacher on the very first day. You're really a promising student.

Mir nodded with a satisfied expression.

"So what clues have you found so far?"

“There may be two killers,” Elsa said, citing the clues she had uncovered during her nighttime investigation. “And the three victims seem to have nothing in common except that they are all women.”