Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1287 The real answer

There it is, the Angel of the night!

Klein looked intently and found that Angel's appearance had not changed at all compared to the day, but his expression had changed a little. The peace and tranquility that came from the heart were replaced by some more acute emotions.

And this feeling was directed towards Chick.

The latter immediately felt this change. She nervously took two steps back, away from Angel. Her azure gem-like eyes were full of panic, as if she had seen the nightmare that burned her to death in her dream.

"I, I'm going home first. See you tomorrow, Angel, and Mr. Moriarty."

She mumbled incoherently, seemingly not for the two of them to hear, but just to give herself an excuse to leave.

Immediately, she turned around and ran away towards the school, disappearing from Klein's sight almost instantly.

She is the real "assassin"... Klein complained in his heart. He turned around and looked at Angel, who had restrained his sharp aura and returned to the appearance Klein saw two nights ago. He asked doubtfully:
"Do you feel any different than you did a few minutes ago?"

"A few minutes ago?" Angel looked over with a blank expression. "No, I'm curious why she was so scared... Did she really dream about me and I burned her to death at night?"

As he spoke, Angel looked down at his body hidden in the shadows of the tall buildings as the sun set, as if he wanted to see if there was any difference between himself and a few minutes ago.

She herself had no feelings at all? But the cold gaze at that moment was definitely real, and the hatred hidden in it was also real... Combining Chike's dream and her spiritual premonition of the god "Original Witch", it is not difficult to draw the truth of the matter... Klein did not think deeply about it, but took the opportunity to be alone and said:
"Angel, I want to apologize to you for what happened yesterday. If you have any misunderstandings, it's all my fault."

"yesterday……"

Angel murmured, no longer checking the changes in himself, but staring deeply at Klein. After a moment, he shook his head and said:

"You don't seem to be lying, but your sudden change in attitude yesterday wasn't a disguise, I can tell."

Sure enough, this is what happened after I was “kicked out” yesterday. Sherlock Moriarty, who followed his subconscious behavior, must have regarded her as an ordinary student, and the change in his attitude hurt Angel’s heart... She could tell whether I was lying or not because of the “instigator’s” sensitivity to emotions and words?

Klein's thoughts raced. He smiled apologetically and continued:
"The person I was yesterday during the day wasn't the real me."

Without waiting for Angel to ask back, whose expression turned strange, he continued:

"I remember that when I met you the night before last, I mentioned a female name, Irene Watson. You didn't remember it at the time, right?"

"No," Angel admitted flatly.

"So, what about Zhou Mingrui?"

Klein demanded, his eyes fixed on Angel's face.

Sure enough, Angel's expression changed this time. She nodded slowly and replied:
"I seem to have some memory of this name deep in my mind, but it feels like it's in a dream, not someone I know in real life... Could he be a celebrity?"

"No, he's just an ordinary guy."

Klein replied with a smile, and the last question in his heart was answered.

He looked at the clock on the billboard on the street and found that it was time for the supermarket to close, so he continued:
"The supermarket you want to go to will be renovated starting tomorrow for more than a month, so I won't advise you not to drink that beverage anymore. Just follow your own heart."

After saying that, he shook the collar of his windbreaker, threw open the hem of his coat, and turned and left.

……

Looking at Sherlock Moriarty striding away in a cool manner, Angel felt confused.

She didn't understand why Mr. Moriarty, who was still taking her to skip classes yesterday morning and confirmed that those "potions" were specially prepared for her, changed his attitude again and again, and said today that he would not continue to dissuade her, as if he was two different people before and after.

Different people... Chick is worried about me at night, and just now Moriarty was asking me if I felt different from before... Could it be that he has multiple personalities and thinks I feel the same way?
Impossible, absolutely impossible... The idea of ​​"having two different selves" made Angel shake his head, as if trying to drive the idea out of his head.

But she thought of Moriarty's reminder just now that the supermarket would be renovated starting tomorrow and would inevitably close, and the way to use the receipts to draw for subsequent "magic potions" would be cut off.

No matter what, get the "witch" first... She opened her cell phone to check the time, and without hesitation, found the business card of the taxi driver from yesterday and dialed the number on it.

Almost instantly, a taxi came out of nowhere and stopped beside her. The window was lowered, and a joking voice came from the car:

"Ma'am, would you like a taxi?"

It's him... What a coincidence... Angel didn't bother to say hello, he opened the car door and sat in the back seat, saying:

"Let's go to the supermarket we went to yesterday."

"No problem, hold on tight!"

The young driver wearing a monocle saluted and stepped on the accelerator. The excessive weight pressed Angel tightly into the back of the seat.

————On the street, Klein walked towards his home under the bright neon lights.

But one of his historical pore images had "relayed" the spiritual line, allowing a flying bird to follow the taxi that Angel was riding in and observe the situation inside the vehicle.

Sure enough, when it came to the supermarket being renovated for a long time, Angel couldn't help but rush there overnight... That taxi driver was obviously Amon. He didn't even bother pretending, and even wore a monocle in his dreams. I suspect that's the uniqueness of the "thief"... Klein muttered in his heart, constantly adjusting the positions of himself, the historical projection, and the secret doll so that they would not exceed his control.

He now had no intention of stopping Angel from getting the "witch" potion. Instead, he analyzed his previous suspicions and the various conclusions he had drawn in his mind.

"First of all, Angel in the daytime is herself, and Angel in the nighttime is also herself, not the negative side of the 'prime creator' as we previously speculated...

"But there are some differences between day and night. The daytime one is Angel Granger, while the nighttime one is the symbol of her 'Mirror Man' Angel Grey in her dreams... No, the daytime one is Angel Granger in the Mirror... Alas."

Thinking of this, Klein sighed silently.

"The two consciousnesses share a body and are unaware of each other's existence. This represents the complete trust and fusion between the main body and the person in the mirror. Only Chick, the 'original witch' who died in the battle due to Angel Gray's arrangement, has a keen sense of this. Therefore, she only stays close to Angel during the day, who contains the uniqueness of a witch, and stays away from her at night. She even has a fear that she will be killed by her...

"This can be discerned from the subtle differences between their memories. During the day, Angel remembers Zhou Mingrui and dreams of her own battle in reality. At night, she only remembers Zhou Mingrui in her 'dream', that is, the future me who enters the real dream and fights Tianzun... and in her dream, there is only the doomsday of despair, which is the fear deep in Angel Gray's heart.

"Adam and the goddess should have understood this. Adam didn't tell anyone about this because he was worried about being discovered by the consciousness of the 'prime creator'. Judging from His 'cowardly' behavior today of not wanting to hypnotize Angel because He was worried about being kicked out of the dream, He tried to remind me, but was not very active... As for the goddess, the name 'Close Your Eyes Before Dark' is not just because He is a demon wolf...

“Now, there are two more questions.

"One is what role did Amon play? Did He guide Angel to take the subsequent potion because of Adam's instructions, or did this strongest 'decryption scholar' see something wrong, and Adam gave Him absolute trust?
"Another question, where is the 'primitive creator'? Even Chick has his own symbol in the Dream City, so it's impossible that He doesn't have one... Did Amon want the 'man in the mirror' to appear in order to draw out the original consciousness? Did they choose the night specifically because Angel Gray is the 'real body', so there is a chance for a new man in the mirror to appear?"

With thoughts running through his mind, Klein shuttled between buildings and also approached the supermarket where the "Witch" potion was stored.

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The taxi stopped suddenly, and the young driver with black hair, black eyes and a broad forehead turned around and said gently:
"arrive."

Unfortunately, it was too late... Looking at the supermarket with its closed door, a renovation notice posted on it, and the "Intis Group" logo painted in the most conspicuous place, Angel sighed regretfully.

At this moment, the driver wearing a monocle leaned over from the front seat and said with a smile on his face:
"Trying to sneak into that supermarket?"

Without waiting for Angel to answer, he extended a hand, with an ancient brass key between his slender thumb and index finger.

"This is a master key. If you really want to get in, take it, but don't say I gave it to you."

The driver said, throwing the keys onto the hem of Angel's skirt.

"Thank you, thank you..."

The latter somehow picked up the brass key which looked like it couldn't open a modern door, and hurriedly expressed his thanks.

But the strange thing was, as soon as he picked it up, Angel had a feeling that he could open all doors with it.

"No need to thank me, it's just after-sales service. Just remember to go easy on me next time you beat me up."

The young driver said this, leaving Angel behind, stepped on the accelerator and drove off the street, disappearing in an instant.

Strange man... Why did you say I would beat him? Angel clenched the brass key and walked to the closed door. He tentatively put the key close to the huge door lock that did not match the key at all, and subconsciously pressed the other hand on the door.

At the moment the key touched the door lock, Angel lost his support and leaned forward, and he felt like he had walked from the lighted street into the pitch-black interior of a supermarket.

Really came in... Looking at the key in his hand in surprise, Angel walked to the ticket redemption counter with the help of dark vision, and saw the empty counter and various "magic potions" filling the shelves.

Among these hundreds of potions with different appearances and names, there are only two slots empty. Without checking, Angel knew that the ones missing must be "Assassin" and "Instigator".

So, the adjacent bottle is... She walked around the counter, went to the shelf, reached out and took down the bottle of "magic potion" that could be held in one hand but seemed heavy.

On the bottle, a logo consisting of a heart with two arcs passing through it, like a female symbol, and a cursive English word were drawn in purple ink:
"Witch".

Five hundred years ago, this would have been a crime punishable by being burned to death... With a self-deprecating smile, Angel unscrewed the cap of the bottle and without hesitation poured the warm and sticky "magic potion" that was like blood down his throat.

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In the secret room under the "Church of Light", Adam, wearing a white robe and with blond hair and a golden beard, was sitting on a bench in the front row, quietly looking at the three-meter-tall female statue behind the altar.

Suddenly, this statue, which was as translucent as jade but displayed all the beauty of a woman, burst out with light that seemed to contain all colors.

PS: Chapter 2 will be closed at night.

(End of this chapter)