Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 120 "Psychologist" Characteristics

In the shadow world.

Philip sat cross-legged on the ground and liberated the soul of the "psychologist" who was the least important to him in the "creeping hunger".

According to the information he obtained through divination, the soul of the Beyonder released by this glove should have been completely devoured by the former, and in the end, nothing would be left.

Unfortunately, in the shadow world, "Creeping Hunger" inexplicably became obedient and allowed the shadow of a tall lady to appear.

The other person's face was blurry, and the pain and distortion were evident.

Philip felt the resentment coming towards him and tried to keep his tone calm and gentle as he said, "Qilingos is dead. I'm afraid only his head is left. I'm asking my companions to redeem the reward for it."

"Is that so?" Hearing this, the "psychologist"'s resentment subsided a lot, and he smiled bitterly: "Unfortunately, this cannot change the fact that I am already dead. Thank you very much for your willingness to release me. What are your conditions?"

"I want the 'Psychiatrist' potion formula."

After Philip finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something and added, "Your own Beyonder characteristics are enough to cover the reward just now, so you can make some requests to me regarding the formula."

“Whether there’s something I haven’t done, whether there’s someone I’m still concerned about, as long as it doesn’t involve innocent people, I will try to complete it.”

"no need"

The lady tilted her head slightly, unable to conceal her melancholy and loss, but she finally managed a forced chuckle and said, "I've been dead for many years. My family and friends should have received the bad news long ago. Repeating the news will only make them recall the pain all over again."

"The ending cannot be changed."

Philip listened silently until more than ten seconds later, when the lady finished telling the "psychologist" the potion formula and her body completely dimmed and dissipated, turning into a huge golden pupil. Then she opened her mouth and said in a daze:
"Yeah, it can't be changed."

The extraordinary people in "Creeping Hunger" must be released in the future. Except for those who have committed heinous crimes, in Philip's eyes, everyone has the right and dignity to die, and their souls should not be bound and tortured.

But now, he really needed this power and couldn't release it all at once. He could only wait until later and find a way to go to the sea. The pirates there were sometimes even more evil than Backlund's gang.

Philip put away the extraordinary characteristics of "Psychologist" and then turned and left.

The next evening, Tiemen Street.

Philip pushed open the door of the Brave Bar as usual, and behind him was a strange man with a big beard. He was Sherlock Moriarty, also known as Klein Moretti, who was brought here.

Although Philip tried to jokingly ask the other party to change the name slightly and directly call it Sherlock Holmes or John Watson, Klein directly refused, saying that "then I will become the focus in any occasion."

No, no, no, if I write the final chapter of Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty, you will almost become the focus, but that will be at least next year. After all, my main job is not writing novels.
Looking back at the scene, Philip thought with some amusement that even he himself had the urge to change his name to John Watson. It was hard to imagine how famous the name Sherlock Moriarty would be if Klein performed well.

Unfortunately, that wasn't what Klein wanted, and he wasn't very interested in it.

Philip rubbed his forehead, thinking of his neighbor Fors asking about his progress that morning. He suddenly felt helpless. Why did she feel more anxious than he was? Her "Storm Manor" hadn't been updated yet either. He wondered how long it would take.

However, Philip also took this opportunity to introduce Klein to Fors, but of course he introduced him as Sherlock Moriarty.

Although the reason is a bit forced, it is acceptable to the writer and is within a reasonable range. That is, when he met Sherlock and heard his name and occupation, he tried to ask him to rent his house.

If a detective novel is written at home without any source material, relying solely on newspapers and books by colleagues, it will definitely be inferior to personal experience.

However, there is a downside. If Klein really becomes famous in the future and encounters any normal cases, he will have to join in the fun in order to maintain his image.

"Caspers." While sighing inwardly, Philip called out to the old acquaintance in billiard room number three.

The other party covered the cards, came to Philip, and lowered his voice and said, "What's wrong?"

"Are there any customary requirements for the gatherings there? If I want to introduce a new member, what should I pay attention to?"

"you?"

Caspas narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning the dozens of people around him, eliminating all the faces he was familiar with, and finally his gaze fell on a stranger who was paying for drinks near the bar.

"There's nothing special about it. Just take him there. You've shown your sincerity a lot lately, but you haven't expanded your social circle yet. The people at the party aren't very familiar with you. But inviting new people is enough."

"Actually, there's an even simpler way. You just don't have to mention it. Sometimes it doesn't matter if there's one more person or one less person at the party. You just need to make sure you knock on the door correctly."

"But that guy better be reliable enough, otherwise you know the consequences, it will be terrible, and it may even implicate me!"

Is it scary? Philip subconsciously scratched his cheek with his fingers, trying his best to control the corners of his mouth from curling up, thinking about his current strength in his mind.

Although he was not arrogant enough to confront the entire party alone, he really didn't know how he would lose. It was possible that if the "Priest of Light" used his ultimate move, these people might scatter and flee.

But you can't do that, it's too ostentatious.

"Thanks."

After a brief exchange, Philip walked along the familiar path to the bar's kitchen.

Caspers limped back to the card table, and the little attention he paid to the strange man at the bar was gradually absorbed by the exciting card game, and he didn't even notice that the other man had left at some point.

In a dimly lit house.

Klein put on his robe, lowered his hood, and headed into the living room. He suppressed his uneasiness and arrived at the dimly lit room, where only a single candle flickered gently. He found a seat in a corner and sat down.

　Another chapter will be added tomorrow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)