This is often attributed to the original wish made when the coin was thrown into the wishing well.

That is, the wishing well "fulfills" that wish.

Regardless of whether it is the wishing well or the hands of the wisher that fulfills the wish, just tell me whether the wish has been fulfilled!

Therefore, Laciel firmly believes that the wishing wells that "cannot fulfill any wishes" and "can fulfill all wishes" are actually some kind of anomalies in essence.

But no one in Diesel realized this, neither the old woman before nor Crazy John now.

They all think that a "wishing well that cannot fulfill any wishes" is normal, and they turn a blind eye to it.

Lacie pursed her lips, noted down this doubt, and placed it at the most important position regarding Diesel's abnormality, enjoying the same treatment as His Majesty the Emperor.

However, no matter whether she was lying or she truly believed it, since Crazy John had said so, Lacie didn't intend to go any further on this topic.

So, after saying a few perfunctory words to show that she had figured out the situation, she turned her attention to the cane left by the old investigator.

"Excuse me," she said politely, "can I use the trace spell on it now?"

Crazy John made a gesture of invitation to her when he heard this:

"Of course, I am just keeping it for safekeeping. Although the old investigator did not tell me in person, I believe he would want me to pass the cane to other investigators in the White Tower."

Lacele nodded and took the cane in her hand to examine it carefully.

Although it can be seen that it has been used for many years, it is well maintained overall and has not suffered any irreversible damage.

However, when Lacie found the secret button and pulled out the sword from the staff, she saw obvious dark brown bloodstains on the sword.

"Before the old investigator disappeared, he used this sword in the staff to fight against an unknown enemy and severely inflicted heavy damage on the enemy?"

Thinking so, she placed the two parts of the cane on the table and took out the magic wand.

She was going to use a traceback spell on it.

Then, she will use this cane to trace back what happened to the old investigator over a period of time in the past - with her attainments in tracing spells, she can even "become" the old man and replay the past from his perspective.

But before she cast the tracing spell, Charles beside her suddenly grabbed her wrist.

“?” Lacie typed a question mark.

Charles stretched out his other hand and moved the cane in front of him.

Then he looked at Rachel and said calmly:

"Let me do it... You can do this, right? Use the trace spell on me and the staff."

Of course Lacier can do it, but why...

She wanted to ask, but she didn't - because before she opened her mouth, Charles smiled at her, loosened his hand, and gently touched her head instead.

"Be good," he said softly, "be obedient."

"..."

Lacie almost couldn't help jumping up and giving Charles a magic wand.

"Listen to the Bull Demon! How dare a mere hero be so arrogant!"

She denounced it in her heart, but when the thought came to her lips, it inexplicably merged into one word.

"Oh……"

The witch pouted in dissatisfaction and reluctance, but finally followed Ciel's instructions and used the tracing spell on him and the cane.

[To be continued]

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36. Retrospective Dream

Under the gaze of the witch and the madman, and under the effect of the tracing spell, the hero slowly closed his eyes.

Then, you opened your eyes.

You feel something is wrong.

From the moment you set foot in this tiny country called Diesel, and from the moment you made a wish at the wishing well that claims to be able to fulfill any wish, wishing to "successfully track down the magical shock that happened back then", you vaguely felt that things were starting to go wrong.

But... strangely, this is not wrong in a derogatory or negative sense, on the contrary, you...

You've never felt so good.

As you get older, your aging body, which used to almost fall apart at the slightest strenuous activity, becomes light and strong again, as if time has gone back decades and the legendary gods have taken pity on you, an old guy, and allowed you to fulfill the bet between you and your "old friend" in the remaining days of your life, allowing it to clear its name during its final service.

But you feel inexplicably uneasy.

"Is this really a good thing?"

You thought so after waking up in your hotel bed another day.

You have been an investigator in the White Tower for many years, and you can even proudly call yourself a senior investigator.

You have personally experienced many abnormal events and are very experienced. Even part of the "Investigator's Code" that all investigators in the White Tower know by heart was compiled by you. Therefore, you know better than any other investigator that the changes happening to you now may not be a good thing.

“Could this be related to Diesel’s anomaly?” You looked at yourself in the mirror and couldn’t help wondering, “Or is this part of the anomaly itself?”

You can't be sure... at least not yet.

You could just barely make out the vague outline of the anomaly that enveloped the entire Diesel.

It was huge and heavy, like a dark cloud, or like a rainstorm that had been accumulating for decades and was ready to break out at any time.

This is no longer an anomaly that can be solved by one or two investigators. Perhaps you should have contacted the White Tower a long time ago and reported everything.

Although……

Although I came to Diesel this time without informing my superiors, in a sense it was a personal act that violated discipline.

Thinking of this, you couldn't help but sigh and shook your head slightly.

After washing up, you leave the hotel and plan to go out to eat something on the street.

It's still sunny in Diesel today.

Just like the impression it left on you when you first arrived in this tiny country, although its territory is small and compared to the White Tower it is backward and poor, but it seems that every Diesel person always has a smile on their face.

Because Diesel has a wise and loving emperor, under his rule, the people live and work in peace and contentment. Although their living conditions are far from good, they are self-sufficient and can even be described as peaceful and happy.

Even though you have only been in this tiny country for less than half a month, you have already had the idea that "maybe it would be nice to move here to live out your retirement when I retire."

But today, when these years emerge from your mind again, you suddenly feel a little confused.

Diesel...is he really as wonderful as you think he is?

And since when did you start to think that Diesel's emperor was both wise and kind?

You have never met that emperor, and all you know about him comes from hearsay. It was those Diesel people who told you that they have the greatest, most generous and most loving emperor.

But now, you...

You think there is nothing wrong with what they said.

"That's right," you heard a voice rising from the bottom of your heart, like a string of tiny bubbles, telling you, "Isn't it great, generous, and loving for an emperor to be able to make Diesel like this?"

You think what the voice says makes sense.

Even though you don't know what Diesel was like before, and what contributions the emperor made to Diesel.

"..."

You suddenly feel something is wrong.

It was clear in the previous investigation that all the clues behind Diesel's abnormalities pointed to the emperor.

Yes, you found something unusual in Diesel.

This suddenly occurred to you.

But you did not make this fact public, and even the local man named John who came to help you did not know about it.

Because you doubt him.

You have a feeling that something is wrong with him. He is too enthusiastic. He seems to know more about Diesel's abnormality than you do, even though he told you that he once accompanied the emperor to study in the White Tower.

You can't trust him.

The only person you can trust is yourself.

This is something every investigator should firmly believe - in a considerable number of incidents involving anomalies, they can only rely on themselves.

But the moment this thought comes to your mind, you feel that you have overlooked something very important.

what is it then?

You think hard but still can't get the answer.

Finally, with this confusion, you started today's investigation.

……

Today's investigation is not going as smoothly as before.

It is obvious that in the past half month, as long as you ask a question, those hospitable Diesel people will tell you everything they know.

But today, they are silent about you.

You thought you were almost familiar with them all - you could even name quite a few of the businesses on the street where the hotel was located.

They should greet you proactively, with a smile on their face, and call you "Mr. Wilson" affectionately.

But even the owner of the hotel, the old gentleman who is older than you and always talks a lot unconsciously, was not as enthusiastic as usual when he saw you today.

It even seems...

He is avoiding you.

Their eyes flickered and they were trembling with fear. Even though you had tried to make your tone gentler, all the Diesel people you stopped were still like the old gentleman in the hotel, stammering and unable to speak for a long time, and even dared not to look up and look you in the face.

You patiently asked them why, but no one could give you an answer.

Those Diesel people just shook their heads and remained silent, as if they had lost the ability to speak.

You don't understand what's going on.

"Did the Emperor issue an edict?" You wondered, almost amused by the thought. "Did he issue an edict requiring all Diesel people not to deal with an old man like me?"

Well, at least you can still have some fun.

But in any case, the situation is indeed getting worse.

You notice that there are mothers holding their children's hands on the street, pointing at you from a considerable distance and saying something.

The mother's expression was serious and nervous, and the child's face was full of fear and panic.

It's as if you are no longer a stranger who deserves to be treated warmly, but an unwelcome villain.

Obviously it wasn’t like this before, before…

You suddenly thought of something and froze in place.

There seemed to be signs of this before.

The answers given by those Diesel people to your questions became more and more perfunctory and their attitudes became increasingly cold.

When did it start?

You had forgotten—but how could you forget, you were an investigator for the White Tower, you shouldn't have ignored such an obvious anomaly—but you had forgotten.

You forgot when they started to look at you with caution, and when did other meanings begin to hide behind the enthusiastic smiles on their faces.

To them, you seem to have suddenly become a stranger.

No, most Diesel people are very welcoming to strangers, so you don't actually become a stranger...

You become something more annoying than a stranger.

The Diesel people are wary of you, distance themselves from you, and fear you.

But you are obviously fine.

You can even continue to find joy in misery - you feel that no matter what, you are at least more normal than most Diesel people.

But you do feel you should check your status, just in case.

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