Mystery: Big Alarm Clock Ghroth Path

Chapter 187 Evelyn (Updated every 5456, thanks to Wutian for the Qidian Coins)
Klein quickly glanced around at the well-dressed diners in the restaurant, and he soon discovered that some of them were looking at him with strange expressions.

Because Roger had previously told Klein that he had dined at Charles Coleman's restaurant and hadn't seen anything unusual, Klein had reason to infer that most of the people eating there were normal.

This made Klein feel a little strange, but he didn't show it on the surface. He just raised his index finger and said nothing.

The gesture means "one".

"Okay, please follow me."

The waiter nodded and took Klein to a table in the corner suitable for one or two people to dine. He then brought out a menu and poured Klein a glass of water.

As Klein looked at the menu, he quickly thought about the current situation.

"When things are out of the ordinary, there must be something fishy going on... There are several possibilities for the current situation.

"The first possibility is that this restaurant has no dress code requirements at all...

"But that doesn't make sense. This is the heart of Queens, after all, and Charles Coleman's isn't some ordinary bar or roadside breakfast place, it's a proper dinner restaurant...

"The second possibility is that there have been changes to the rules here, perhaps because the owner is short of money and no longer has dress code requirements for diners...

"Of course, there's another possibility. That's some kind of secret code for contacting someone here... Could it be related to ordering food?"

Klein glanced at Sam, who was pretending to pass by across the street, and then, drawing on his detective experience, he quickly thought about it. He flipped the menu over and over again, and decided not to order anything for now, but instead try to get more information.

"Well, sir, have you decided what to eat?"

The waiter in formal attire came over again and asked Klein, who had a ferocious look on his face, with a smile.

"Sorry, my stomach hurts a bit. I need to go to the bathroom first. Can you give me a moment?"

Klein spoke hoarsely, one hand covering his stomach with an embarrassed look on his face, and the other finger pointed at the order record book in the waiter's hand:
"I'll order the dishes myself later, and I'll write the order for you later."

"Of course, sir."

The waiter hesitated for a moment, then left the notebook and pen behind and left.

Klein took advantage of the other person's back to remove the pen from the notebook and then took the next page from the top.

Then he covered his stomach, stood up and ran hurriedly towards the bathroom not far away.

Fortunately, the bathroom in Charles Coleman's restaurant was very clean. Klein breathed a sigh of relief. He locked the bathroom door and then walked four steps backwards, arriving at the mysterious space above the gray fog.

He held the pen and paper in his hand, and then muttered to himself:
"Someone related to the Witch Cult...order...code..."

This was the clue pointed by "Dream Divination". At the same time, Klein entered "Dream Divination".

Many images flashed past him quickly, and after about ten seconds the picture finally froze.

A young man with long hair, ordinary looks, and casual attire sat on the chair where Klein had sat previously, looked at the menu, and began to order from the waiter.

"Butter-fried Raging Sea Haddock, Fenaport noodles with a little salt, and a cup of Marquis black tea with salt and goat's milk."

"Yes, sir, it will be arranged shortly."

The waiter nodded, turned and left, and after a while brought the food and milk tea one after another.

The scene ended here, and Klein frowned.

He noticed three key anomalies in this ordinary scene.

The first strange thing was that the young man said that Fenaport noodles should have less salt.

Fenapot noodles weren't considered a very strong food. In Klein's opinion, their saltiness wasn't even as high as that of ordinary butter-fried cod.

Of course, this may be for health reasons, but in this era, the harm of a high-salt diet to the body has not been fully proven medically - of course, taking a step back, some people will feel thirsty after eating too much salt, but since we are already eating less salt, why add salt to Marquis black tea?
The second oddity is the so-called "Raging Sea Haddock".

Haddock is a cold-water fish that is mainly found in the waters north of the Sonia Sea. The Raging Sea is located between the North Continent and the South Continent, where the water temperature is not suitable for haddock's survival.

On the other hand, the "Turbulent Sea" is just as its name suggests, with hurricane-force winds and violent waves for most of the year.

There, even pirates with extraordinary abilities have to carefully consider the risks involved in sailing, not to mention normal fishermen... they simply won't go fishing in that area.

The third strange thing was that the waiter did not write down the specific dish name and notes in the record book. Instead, he wrote the letter "M" and then turned and left.

Logically speaking, when two dishes require notes and other guests need to be taken into consideration, it is difficult to accurately convey the dish requirements to the kitchen relying solely on human memory.

Assuming the waiter had an amazing memory, what did the strange letter "M" mean?
Klein could basically confirm that there must be something strange about the way they ordered the food.

To be on the safe side, Klein used dream divination to find another customer who had ordered food.

She was a beautiful lady with her long brown hair tied up high. Both her figure and appearance were extremely beautiful.

Klein recognized her as a witch at first sight because she had a temperament similar to that of Madam Sharon.

The lady still ordered butter-fried Raging Sea haddock, lightly salted Fenaport noodles, and Marquis black tea with salt and goat's milk.

But unlike before, the waiter did not write "M" in the record book, but instead wrote "F".

This discrepancy made Klein feel somewhat strange. He pondered for a while but couldn't find the answer, so he took out his pendulum again.

"Today's mission will be dangerous."

In the gray fog, the pendulum began to spin clockwise at a considerable speed, but not very fast.

"This means there's a fair bit of danger, but not a big problem..."

Klein made a quick assessment and performed a reverse divination on the pen he brought with him.

Then he exited the "gray fog" and returned to the bathroom.

But even at this moment, Klein was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he used the "Magician" ability of "fire manipulation" to ignite the page of notepaper, turning it into ashes and flushing it into the toilet. Then he opened the bathroom window facing the street to let the smoke smell escape. Only then did he open the door, leave the bathroom, and return to his seat.

He took a deep breath, picked up his pen, and began to write down his needs according to the results of his divination in the dream:
"Butter-fried Raging Sea Haddock, Fenaport Pasta with Less Salt, Marquis Black Tea with Goat's Milk and Salt..."

In fact, Klein originally wanted to dictate his order like the man and woman in the "Dream Divination" incident, but he had left the record book behind, so it would look too suspicious if he didn't write something down.

He rang the bell, called the waiter, and then handed the record book to the waiter with trepidation.

The waiter looked at him in surprise, then quickly picked up a pen, wrote something on the paper, and turned to leave.

Because he was prepared, Klein had been paying close attention to the direction of the other person's pen, and thus knew what the other person had written.

That's "M"!
"Could it be... yes, M generally refers to male and F generally refers to female, so this is recording my gender?"

Klein suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

It’s not that there are no male members in the “Witch Sect”… or to be more precise, almost all members of the Witch Sect are male.

Only when reaching the level of Sequence 7 "Witch" will those who were originally males become females.

In other words, within the witch sect, those marked with "M" are either the witches' subordinates or lower-level members!

Not only that, Klein also thought of something somewhat abstract.

That is, when he was hunting down the "instigator" Tris with the "Nighthawks" and "Manufactured Punishers" teams in Tingen City, he had seen a detailed description of the other party's physical characteristics.

"She has fair and delicate skin, a delicate appearance, and almost no visible hair on her body except for her hair and eyelashes..."

Klein couldn't help but look down at the thick hair on his arms and wrists, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"My painting style... seems a bit too rough?"

After a while, Klein's meals were served one by one.

The person serving the food was not the waiter from before, but a young woman. Klein deliberately looked at her a few more times and determined from her ordinary appearance that she was probably not a "witch".

After Klein quickly performed a divination to ensure the safety of the food, he began to eat with curiosity.

Only then did he realize that the so-called Violent Sea Haddock was probably just the North Sonia Sea Haddock, and the Fenapot noodles were of ordinary flavor.

As for the Marquis black tea, a small amount of salt and goat's milk was indeed added. Klein tried a sip and found that it did have an inexplicably delicious flavor.

Because Klein had already eaten something before leaving, he had no appetite at the moment.

This also made him eat much slower than usual. In the end, except for the cup of unique flavored salted milk tea that was finished, the Fenaport noodles and haddock were left over.

During this process, most of the diners in the restaurant left, and the Charles Coleman restaurant, which was originally crowded, now had only four or five tables of customers left.

Klein rang the summons bell again, and the waiter came over:
"Hello, sir, would you like to pay?"

"Paying the bill... The dream divination just now didn't mention anything about this."

Because Klein was unable to obtain items with strong mystical connections to the diners who came to Charles Coleman to give the secret code, and because it had been a while since they had visited Charles Coleman's restaurant, he could only perform divination through the not-so-powerful medium of the order record book, so the fragments of the images were incomplete.

In fact, Klein didn't even expect the waiter to actually serve him food... He originally thought it was just a code word.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded without answering.

Klein was very clear that he couldn't talk nonsense at this time. He knew that talking too much would only lead to mistakes.

The waiter didn't show any other unusual behavior, but just said:
"Please follow me and I'll take you to checkout."

Klein's heart trembled. He knew that his secret code for the meeting had been successful.

Because in most restaurants in Loen, when paying the bill, you only need to put the money and tip in the wallet used by the waiter to hold the bill, and there is no need for customers to pay the bill in person.

To be honest, Klein didn't want to be alone with the waiter, as it meant he might be taken to someplace he didn't know where to go. In fact, this was the worst-case scenario he had discussed with Sam before.

Although Klein believed that his response just now should be flawless, the results of the divination in front of the bronze table above the gray fog still made a lot of information flash through his mind in an instant.

But even so, he nodded, stood up and followed behind.

At this moment, Sam, who was sitting in a tavern across from Charles Coleman's Restaurant and observing Klein's movements through the window, suddenly stood up, walked past the group of people chatting at the bar, went to the tavern's bathroom, and then locked the door.

Then Sam took out a series of psychic supplies from his handbag and began to chant:
"I! In my name I call:

"A spirit wandering in delusion, a rabbit-like rat chasing territory, a messenger belonging only to Roger Abraham."

A moment later, the half-rat, half-rabbit "Rat of De La Hoya" leaped out of the darkness.

"A-choo, this place is really dirty."

As soon as the cute furry spirit creature came out, it sneezed in disgust, as if it hated the environment here very much.

"Give me the stuff quickly, I can't stay here for even a second."

"De La Hoya's Rat" stretched out his furry little paws and asked Sam for the letter.

"No letter. Would you please tell Roger Abraham to come to the Winchester Public House opposite Charles Coleman's as soon as possible?"

Sam was very respectful to Roger's messenger, and then he added:
"Please collect the delivery fee directly from Roger Abraham."

"Even if you give it to me here, I won't take it. It's too dirty."

The "De La Hoya Rat" shook its head in disgust once again, then leaped into the darkness behind it as if it had been pardoned, and disappeared.

Sam breathed a sigh of relief. This was part of the action plan Klein had previously explained to him:

If he leaves Charles Coleman's with the restaurant staff or anyone else, call Roger here.

This was the worst-case scenario, as it meant Crane might have to face the battle alone.

Considering that Sam is still a "fortune teller" who lacks combat ability, it is best to have Roger to assist in such situations.

Of course, if he could enslave the soul of a "witch" during the battle, it would save him a lot of trouble.

……

Just as Klein expected, the waiter first took him to the second floor, and then opened a door, revealing a long and narrow corridor.

On the left side of the corridor is a wall without windows, and on the right side is a row of seven red wooden doors.

"This seems to be the office area of Charles Coleman's restaurant..."

"Sir, to which lady's jurisdiction are you?"

While Klein was guessing, the waiter in front of him suddenly asked.

"I belong to Lady Helena."

This was a relatively safe answer, because Klein knew that at least two of the "witches" currently lurking in Backlund had already entered the sight of the "Manufactured Punisher", and Bellatrix had even been arrested. Therefore, rashly mentioning a name he didn't know well was almost tantamount to seeking death.

As for Triss's identity, it is too sensitive and not a good choice.

In contrast, because Roger had met Helena and had told Klein about the affairs that the "Witch of Pleasure" was responsible for and her physical characteristics, if Klein had to face some questions about Helena, he would not be unable to answer them.

In response to Klein's answer, the waiter nodded but said nothing.

Soon, he brought Klein to the last office, searched him to make sure he had no weapons, and then knocked on the door.

"Who?"

A somewhat lazy female voice sounded from behind the door.

"Ms. Evelyn, she's from Ms. Helena."

The waiter replied respectfully.

"Let him in."

The waiter opened the door, motioned for Klein to enter, and then turned and left.

Klein calmed himself down, entered the office, and took a closer look at the situation inside.

This room is more of a living room than an office. It is quite large and is furnished with sofas, wine cabinets, tables and other items.

In addition, there were many mirrors, which immediately reminded Klein of some bad memories from his time in Tingen City.

In a sense, mirrors are the witches' weapons. They can use mirrors to fight, but they can also use mirrors to save their lives.

It can be said that wherever there is a mirror, that is the witch's home battlefield.

Klein therefore concluded that the owner of this place was extremely cautious and always ready to flee if he couldn't win.

He also realized that this room seemed to be a shared structure between the main building of the "Charles Coleman" restaurant and a building on a back street behind it. Klein could even see the dim street lights in the alley outside through the veil of the window.

After a few breaths, he followed the firelight of the fireplace and looked at the beautiful woman named Evelyn.

She was like a cluster of dark fire burning in the dark green velvet sofa, her scarlet nightgown wrapped around the undulating terrain, the belt tied loosely around her waist, and the snow-white color at her neck was as bright as the first snow in winter.

The fabric slid open a gap at her knees, wrapping two beautiful lines in the deep red wine-stained shadow, leaving only a pair of calves as white and slender as jade outside.

She leaned against the sofa, the rim of the crystal glass against her slightly parted lips, and the half-melted ice cubes in the red wine made a tiny crackling sound when she shook the glass.

The warm firelight from the fireplace sprinkled gold foil on her curly black hair. A few strands of hair fell on the copper carvings on the armrest of the sofa like ink winding on paper. Her right hand was slightly bent, and the undried vermilion color on her nails was facing the blankness on her collar. Faint crimson ripples could be seen between her breaths.

Suddenly, I felt pain at the tip of my tongue.

Klein almost gasped in pain. He bit the tip of his tongue to calm himself, but on the surface, he still stared at Evelyn on the sofa with a dazed look.

The moment he and Evelin's eyes met, he was already "charmed"!

If Klein hadn't previously battled Madam Sharon, the Sequence 6 "Witch of Pleasure," and had gained experience with her, he would likely have fallen for the witch named Evelyn.

"The sense of oppression is no less than that of Madam Sharon, possibly even higher..."

Klein quickly made his judgment, but then he heard the beautiful woman on the sofa speak in a voice as sweet as a silver bell:

"Come and sit."

Klein pretended to have just realized what was happening. He nodded and sat on the sofa across from Evelin.

"I'm not talking about over there, I'm asking you to come here."

Evelyn tried to continue to seduce Klein, which put the latter in an awkward position.

He thought that his current appearance was not attractive at all, and the witch continued to do this for two possible purposes.

The first one was to digest the "joy" potion, but this was obviously unlikely. The people of the Witch Sect were not fools, and it was impossible for them to make such an attempt just after meeting him.

So there was only the second possibility left, that was that Evelyn realized that something was wrong with him, so she wanted to control him, interrogate him, or even kill him directly.

Of course, Klein couldn't follow the other party's wishes. If he was still confident of escaping from the other party's ghostly "thread" and counterattacking at a distance of a few steps, the outcome would be uncertain if he really got close to the witch named Evelyn.

So he thought quickly and shook his head.

"I'm afraid I can't comply, ma'am."

Although Klein didn't directly flip the table at the other party, both the content of his words and his calm tone directly demonstrated that he was not affected by the "charm."

"Interesting. It seems my charm needs to be improved."

Evelyn sighed, sat up, and looked straight at Klein:

“As far as I know, Helena doesn’t have a male servant as ugly as you.

"Ugliness and beauty are just illusions. After all, no one knows what you were like in the past."

Klein said sarcastically without any hesitation.

Roger had told him many secrets about the "Witch Cult," so Klein now knew how to provoke them better than when he first met Madam Sharon.

Influenced by the madwoman Chick, the "Original Witch", the witches of the Witch Cult basically have some paranoia and neurosis that normal extraordinary people find difficult to understand. A considerable number of them despise their ugly past and at the same time indulge in their current beauty after becoming "witches".

So Klein said this deliberately. He wanted to make Evelyn fall into irrational emotions and make wrong judgments, so as to create opportunities for himself.

As expected, Klein's words seemed to have hit Evelin sore.

She immediately revealed an angry expression. At the same time, Klein suddenly felt an itchy throat and had difficulty breathing.

Just as Klein was about to use the paper man as a substitute to get away from Evelyn, the window behind the witch, which was emitting a dim light, shattered with a "bang".

The next moment, Roger Abraham, wearing a beige windbreaker and a wide-brimmed hat of the same color, swung along a rope from outside into Evelyn's room.

"Oh, and it's a Sequence 5. It saves me a lot of trouble."

In Evelin’s confused eyes, the tall young man smiled.

Then Roger didn't give Evelyn any chance to react, he let out a sharp explosion in an instant!
The Sequence 6 level "Mental Boost" immediately shattered all the mirrors in the room, as well as the "Mirror Maze" hidden within them.

As the "crackling" sound of lenses falling was heard, the surrounding environment changed rapidly!
(End of this chapter)