Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 102 Daly and Dunn

Woo——!
The sound of the whistle echoed in every corner of the platform. The huge, monster-like steam train, dragging more than twenty carriages, slowly stopped, waking Klein, who had been sitting there for four hours.

He rubbed his eyes and looked out the window at the dim and hazy scenery filled with yellowish fog. He blinked and whispered in disbelief, "It's not even seven o'clock now, is it?"

Klein shook his head and followed the crowd towards the platform exit. The feeling of entering an unknown big city alone without any material resources to support him inevitably made him feel a little worried.

If I could get in touch with the Beyonder gathering, I could earn enough money by selling potion formulas, provided I could find them within two days. Klein slowly walked out of the station and along the concrete avenue toward the intersection ahead.

When the road finally became less crowded, he took out the newspaper and map he had bought on the steam train and, enduring the chill of Backlund's evening, began to read them carefully.

Klein hadn't read the entire newspaper on the train. The mere news that the great pirate Qilingos had attempted to assassinate Duke Negan but failed and fled with injuries had already grabbed a lot of his attention.

However, during this second browse, Klein looked at a certain section in the corner and suddenly froze in place, even starting to doubt his life.

"The detective novel 'Sherlock Holmes,' published by Backlund Publishing, has been widely popular throughout August and early September. Its author, Jane Charlotte, the renowned detective Isengard Stanton, commented on it."

I, De, Fa? !

Klein, who had even decided to become a private detective and use "Sherlock Moriarty" as his pseudonym, held his forehead, digesting this extremely shocking information and thinking about what to do next.

In his original plan, plagiarizing novels to become a writer was indeed one of the options. After all, even if Russell, the senior time traveler, had so many inventions and famous quotes, his time was limited after all, and there would always be some that slipped through the net.

Unfortunately, his identity is sensitive, and the more famous he is, the more dangerous he becomes, so he can only reluctantly give him up.

So, what is going on?!

Klein's eyelids twitched as he imagined the various reactions the people standing across from him might have every time he introduced Sherlock Moriarty's name. His social phobia, which had been cured for many years, was almost showing signs of recurring.

He subconsciously put a little more strength into the hand holding the newspaper, trying his best to dispel the embarrassment. Then he turned his gaze back to the newspaper, narrowed his eyes slightly, and fell into deep thought.

There are only two possibilities at this point.

Either it was just a coincidence, or... In Backlund, the capital of all the worlds, he discovered another fellow countryman who had stepped into the field of plagiarism despite the obstruction of Emperor Roselle.

Klein finally put the newspaper away and gave up the idea of contacting the other party. Following the instructions on the map, he continued walking on the road, hoping to find a small hotel that did not require identification.

If there was really no other way, he could only seek help from Philip. Compared to Mr. Azik, who would attract special attention from Ince Zangwill, he was the most suitable person to ask for help. Klein thought of the two scenes he had seen through dream divination at the Tingen Hotel and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

That guy Philip.

And the captain and Ms. Daly.
Go back to one day ago.

Tingen,
Inside a house on Zouteland Street.

"You haven't fully recovered yet, have you?"

A disembodied voice, half-smiley and half-smiley, drifted out, causing the gray-eyed man, who was forcing himself to stand on the bed, to stop moving. If it weren't for the lack of pale skin, his stiff body and indifferent expression would have made it hard not to think of a zombie. Dunn Smith's face was expressionless. He subconsciously raised his hand to pull his pipe from his pocket, only to realize that his tattered black windbreaker was no longer on him, and the pipe had also been "mysteriously missing" as the woman at the door had mentioned.

After a few seconds of silence, Dunn finally spoke, "I've almost recovered, Daly. I can definitely return to Blackthorn Security Company and resume my position as captain."

"I should remind you again." Daly, holding a cup of hot water, curled her lips and smiled in her emerald eyes. "I'm staying here because of Luo Shan's request and the support of all the Nighthawks."

Dunn fell silent for several seconds.

Then, he continued, "You are a member of the Backlund Diocese. You should have more important things to do."

"Something more important?"

"More important things?" Daly Simone lowered her eyes slightly and repeated the six words twice. The smile on her face faded, but the aura she exuded had changed a little, and the atmosphere in the field also became solemn and depressing.

Dunn Smith

Tap, tap, tap. Her footsteps echoed in the room, slow and clear, gradually approaching Dunn's position.

The cup of hot water, still steaming, was placed directly on the bedside table by Daly, who was staring at Dunn Smith.

"Okay, more important things."

Seeing those deep grey eyes avoiding her gaze, she closed them, took a deep breath, and then asked with a bitter smile, "So what do you think is most important to me?"

Dunn Smith said nothing.

In other words, apart from the hand that was clenched tightly due to anxiety and was exposed outside the quilt, he did not, or did not dare to, have any expression or movement to reveal his true feelings.

"At that time, you were carrying Saint Selina's urn. If you used it, dying from the side effects would be your best outcome."

Daly lowered her head and whispered. Her body began to tremble slightly, and her hands, suddenly filled with excitement, rested directly on Dunn's shoulders.

At this moment, the latter's deep gray eyes seemed to be melted into the clearest spring water, filling up the calm abyss and making it shine again.

Daly didn't stop talking. Her hands continued to move, along his shoulders, and touched Dunn Smith's cheek. Staring at the familiar face, she leaned forward without any hesitation and fell into his arms.

Dunn Smith loosened his clenched hands, and his hands hovered stiffly in the air for more than ten seconds before he finally confirmed that this was not a dream and that he was indeed in reality.

Countless thoughts flooded his mind. The thing that he longed for deep in his heart but was out of reach was right in front of him, but Dunn found that he was completely unprepared for it. He had not even thought about what to say.

But the lingering throbbing made him change the movement of his hand that was about to fall down, and instead hugged Daly Simone's slender waist.

(End of this chapter)