Jasmine thought she should be afraid, but facing the female officer in front of her, she found it difficult to generate strong emotional reactions—more like a sense of quiet settling after having cried for a long time. "What would you like to ask me?" she asked, looking at her parents' expressions of concern and hesitating slightly. The lady wearing the inspector's insignia pointed to the door. "Let's go in." She didn't ask Jasmine's parents to step aside; instead, she instructed two of the officers who had come with her to stay outside. After closing the door gently, she pulled a plain, slightly rustic round chair over and sat down with no hesitation, appearing very relaxed. This immediately eased the tension in Jasmine and her parents. "You can call me Ms. Gray," the officer said, indicating the other chairs and the bed in the adjacent room. "Please sit." "When everyone in the room had found a seat, Greya smiled and said to Jasmine, 'I've received reports that some unusual things have been happening around you—specifically, men's desire for physical intimacy is notably higher than normal. That doesn't mean there aren't villains or criminals among them; it simply means the ratio is unusually high, to the point of being puzzling.' Pausing, Greya glanced at Jasmine's face: 'As far as I know, you suffered serious injuries in a previous fire, resulting in irreversible disfigurement. Yet now, I can't see any sign of that. Do you have anything to add?" Jasmine’s heart once again dropped, and she couldn’t hide anything, speaking in a slightly hurried tone: “Last night, when I went out to the city square for the festival, I passed by a street where I met a traveling magician who called himself Merlin Hermes. He claimed he had invented a machine called the ‘Fully Automatic Wishing Machine’—all you need to do is drop in a one-penny coin, softly state your wish, and turn the handle, and your wish will come true. He said I was the very first person to try it, and I could experience it for free. Then, then, I suddenly returned to my original self—every single injury had completely healed. “Officer, that’s exactly what happened. You have to believe me.” After saying this, she glanced at Miss Greer and her assistant, then looked at her parents, hoping to find their approval. But their expressions clearly said: “How is that possible?” “How can there be a machine that automatically fulfills people’s wishes?” "How could it be so wonderful that just a penny could fulfill a wish? And the first person to experience it—completely free!" While Greer and her assistant showed no obvious signs of surprise, Jasmine wasn't sure whether they truly believed it or not. "Go on," Greer encouraged, nodding gently when she paused. Jasmine hurried to recount in full detail the entire process of going home to collect coins, making the promises that her parents would recover their health and that she herself would become beautiful. At the end, she said, "I truly have become very beautiful—so beautiful that I can no longer look away from myself. This has brought me so much kindness, yet gradually, men around me have started to make me feel afraid. When my parents no longer recognized me and pushed me out of the house, I was terrified—deeply, deeply afraid. So I returned there and made a third wish. As for the gentleman named Merlin Hermes, he mentioned that the first wish was free and not counted among the three. In the end, I reverted back to my original appearance and then met you." Upon hearing this, Jasmine's parents immediately recalled the once-beautiful "thief" they had seen before. Then, they noticed that their own health had indeed improved significantly—both their vision had returned and their arms had gained strength, everything now felt noticeably different. They began to believe Jasmine's description, yet grew increasingly fearful, as if they had encountered the devil—exactly as described in many folk legends. Greta nodded gently: "I've witnessed many things beyond your imagination, but never before heard of an 'automated wish machine.' Compared to the traditional wish lamps and wish ponds in folk tales, this is truly modern." Pausing, Greta's expression grew serious: "As a relatively experienced law enforcement officer, I offer you three recommendations: First, from now on, don't believe in such occurrences anymore. In most cases, the easy fulfillment of wishes is always accompanied by great disasters—calling it a devil's temptation is entirely justified." Jasmine nodded firmly, expressing her determination never to believe again—the final experience still leaving her deeply afraid. "Second, visit the church as soon as possible, go to confession to the bishop, and ask him to grant you purification." "Grace glanced around and said, 'All of you must go.' Seeing that both Jasmine and her parents expressed a strong desire to do so, Grace turned to Jasmine and said, 'My department still needs a few administrative staff. You might consider joining us. That way, I can keep an eye on your situation and address any issues promptly. As for salary, believe me, it's about the same as that of government employees.' Salary comparable to government employees... protection... and such good news? Jasmine was a bit stunned and asked, 'Which department?' Grace smiled and replied, 'I'll give you an address. Come to my office tomorrow to find out the details.' '...Alright.' Jasmine was in a state of anxiety, and even the slightest thing that appeared before her seemed worth grasping. ........ One week later, Jasmine officially joined the Limon City 'Night Watchers' team as an administrative staff member. 'Captain, the wired telegraph machine has broken down.' She knocked on Gréa's room door and spoke carefully. Gréa set down the documents she was holding and rubbed her temple. "Report it to the police, have them handle it." "Honestly, in the past we could simply ask the 'Mechanical Heart' team to assist—fast, efficient, and well done. Now, though... well." After Jasmine had left, Gréa picked up the documents again and began reading them carefully. These were the intelligence gathered by the 'Night Watch' over the past week—reports related to the 'Fully Automatic Wishing Machine.' And since Jasmine's incident, similar events had occurred more than once! After reviewing the materials, Greer laid out the sheets of paper and picked up a water-resistant steel pen, beginning to write the formal reports to Bishop Constantine and the Hall: If one day he no longer wished to strive and simply achieved nominal ownership of a fortune of one hundred thousand gold pounds—well, in a sense, his wish had been fulfilled, even though he himself was unwilling to receive it... "Case 3..." "Case 4..." "Case 5: A public school teacher encountered the 'fully automatic wishing machine' in the corner alley near Storm Church. Her first wish was to feel more attractive, no longer to be criticized by students for her appearance or isolated by colleagues—this wish was realized normally. Her second wish was for a better position, which also came true: as her teaching quality rose and the limitations tied to her appearance faded, she quickly became the most beloved teacher among students and eventually assumed the role of deputy head of teaching. Her third wish was for a husband who would be flawless in appearance, background, personality, and abilities—she ultimately received a lifelike figure, a speaking, moving, intelligent humanoid crafted by the foremost master. He was strikingly handsome, and could embody any personality you desired, possessing strong capabilities across all domains. The only real limitation was that he was not human—beyond that, he had no significant shortcomings. "Case 6..." "...