Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 117 Storage
After a quick wash, Philip transformed into Jane Charlotte, changed his clothes, and walked out of the bathroom, only to run into Klein who had just walked out of the bedroom.

Their eyes met, and they were silent for a moment. Then they curled up the corners of their mouths at the same time and greeted each other in a relaxed manner.

"Are you up so early?" Philip asked with some confusion, looking out the window through the door of the room that Klein had opened. The sky could barely be described as daytime.

"I'm used to getting up early."

Klein spread his hands and smiled.

Even though he forced himself to equate the delicate girl in front of him with Philip, and even though he knew clearly that this was the fact, he still couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Fortunately, the Joker's ability to control his facial expressions saved the situation at this moment.

Philip's thoughts were turning slowly across the table, trying to find a topic to continue the conversation, but the fatigue and tiredness after the big event made him give up the idea.
"I'm going to sleep for a while. As long as my life and property aren't threatened, you can do whatever you want with the rest. I'll keep an eye out for the 'Fortune Teller' path formula at the Beyonder gatherings, but you have to at least have money for me."

Do you want to guess how much money I have on me? If an ordinary private detective were to earn the 150 pounds, it would probably take him several years to save up. Klein felt the smile on his face grow stiff.

But he has nothing to show for it now, not even the capital to make money at Extraordinary gatherings. The more reliable idea is probably to look for investment opportunities.

150 pounds might not make much of a splash in the realm of Extraordinary people, but in most cases it is a considerable fortune. Converted to Earth, it is equivalent to about to RMB.

But caution is needed.

Thinking of the case of Lan Urs defrauding over 1 gold pounds in Tingen City, Klein was subconsciously angry, but he also kept reminding himself that even if there was no progress in the short term, he must not take risks to seek huge profits.

Compared to the chain of fraud on Earth, where multiple parties collaborate to get what they need, the fraud in this world is still relatively primitive, but extraordinary abilities make up for this. Fortunately, I am also an extraordinary person, so it is not easy for problems to occur.
Philip returned to the room, holding his head, which was still groggy even if he just stayed awake, and shook his head helplessly. He suddenly felt a little regretful about the amount of sleep he had gotten during this period, which could be called that of a night owl.

I'll sleep the whole morning today, and I should be able to continue for a week or two. Wait, the full moon seems to be coming this week. He pressed his head, then lay under the bed with some concern, and took out the box containing "Creeping Hunger" again.

After unwrapping the three layers of packaging and the insurance, Philip touched the small box smeared with some of his own poisonous blood, wondering if there was anything that could make him feel completely at ease.

Hidden, safe, and will not be discovered
Shadow World?

Excluding the unknown existence that was just OMO in the distance and didn't attack him for some reason, and even had almost disappeared in recent times, the shadow world was undoubtedly the safest choice.

If it was just an extraordinary item with the ability to "graze", it would be the best news for Philip to lure that guy out and snatch him away.

This meant that the guy had at best just crossed the threshold of the High Sequence. As long as he could find a way to deal with him, the Shadow World would be completely at ease.

After making up his mind, Philip forced himself to stay alert, ignored the black glove on his hand that was squirming in protest against hunger, put it back into the box, set up a spiritual wall, and closed his eyes to meditate.

As his mind and thoughts gradually gathered, the golden embers gradually burned in his mind, getting closer and closer to his consciousness in the darkness.

Until it is immersed in it.

The appearance of the shadow world has not changed at all. The "werewolf" characteristics, "serial killer" characteristics, and "broken-winged angel" characteristics in the conspicuous places are still lying there quietly, without any change.

Of course, there are also mysterious patterns that only reveal the tip of the iceberg, with the rest of the pattern completely hidden by the darkness beneath the feet, making it impossible to see the full picture.

Philip stood there, observing silently for more than ten seconds. After confirming that there was no movement, he placed the silver box containing "Creeping Hunger" next to "Ember." He didn't know if it was an illusion, but in the shadow world, the black gloves, which Philip could sense through the iron box, suddenly fell silent, as if they had suddenly disappeared.

This strange situation made his heart skip a beat, and then he immediately opened the box. After finding that the "Creeping Hunger" was intact, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and after observation, confirmed his answer.

This glove seems to be afraid.

In other words, any extraordinary item with living properties will be feared in the Shadow World. Does this mean we don't have to worry about the negative impact for the time being?

Philip thought so, rubbing his chin.

But these are not important for now.

After doing all this, he had no strength left. After taking off his shoes in an almost semi-conscious state, he buried his whole body in the quilt and slowly climbed up until his head emerged from the quilt and rested on the pillow, then he fell into a deep sleep.

By the time Philip sat up refreshed, it was almost noon. He lifted his sleeve to look at his wrist which had no signs of injury and nodded secretly.

It's time to get down to business.

When he reached the first floor, Klein, who was eating in the restaurant, looked at him and pointed at the table in front of him. After swallowing the food in his mouth, he said, "Want to eat? I just bought the ingredients and made it myself."

Are you treating?
Philip held back the words that were about to come out of his mouth subconsciously, sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose, and after smelling the tempting aroma that made his saliva subconsciously secrete, he curled up the corners of his mouth, smiled and nodded: "Okay."

He and the other party obviously wouldn't care about this kind of expense. In Philip's heart, this kind young man who was also a time traveler and was committed to returning home to reunite with his family occupied a place that could not be erased by time.

If conditions permit, he doesn't mind providing some help and keeping an eye out for the potion formula for the other party. If the situation is urgent, he can write an IOU and buy it for them first, which is not impossible to negotiate.

As for the one or two pounds for daily expenses, let alone mentioning it, it would seem awkward to mention it.

"I have an extraordinary item that will soon be obsolete, even now. If anything happens to you, or if you have a premonition of something, or if you just need it, you can borrow it from me directly."

Philip said during the meal.

The role of the "Flame Gloves" has become useless to him, but it is undeniable that for ordinary Sequence 7 or even Sequence 6 Beyonders, this is a good item.

Judging from the fact that he even had to collect the materials of the "Navigator" himself, the "Hanged Man" would most likely not refuse the "Wind-Favored One's" formula plus extraordinary characteristics. If he still has the money to buy this glove, it can only be called a miracle.

It is doubtful whether the wealthy Miss Justice is willing to buy the glove. As for the Sun, she has not even digested the formula of the Singer, not to mention that her future energy is tied up in her own Prayer for Light formula, so she can no longer be counted on.

Otherwise, Philip would just try to sell the item. His relationship with Klein wasn't that good. Even if the other party couldn't afford the "Flame Gloves" that he offered at a slightly cheaper price of around 100 or 200 pounds, but he found a suitable seller, then there would be no suspense.

"What extraordinary item?"

Faced with Philip's kindness, Klein had absolutely no reason to refuse, unless this extraordinary item was not only useless but also had side effects that were enough to rival the Sealed Artifact. In that case, he would probably have to decline it outright.

(End of this chapter)