Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 122 Digestion Completed
"Philip."

Klein suddenly called out to the cat-teasing person in front of him. Facing the latter's puzzled gaze, he asked with a somewhat strange expression, "You don't want this cat—no, not Xiaobai—to take the potion and become a 'spectator,' do you?"

No, that's too outrageous, right?

Miss Justice, for some reason, has a pet from the Spectator channel, and now you're planning on getting a Spectator cat. Thankfully, The Hanged Man and The Sun won't join in, or else the Tarot Club will turn into a pet discussion.
"You guessed it."

Philip's face was expressionless. He simply gently put the black cat, also known as "Xiao Bai," down and let it collapse on the clean floor and begin licking its fur. Then he nodded and said, "Well, to fulfill a certain idea of mine."

A certain idea
Klein immediately thought of the Tarot Club's previous suggestion regarding "Justice." He had thought it feasible at the time, but his limited financial resources and the need for an intelligence network caused him to ignore it.

etc.
"Do you need it promoted?"

Klein asked.

"Hmm?" Philip pinched his chin, a little confused by the question. "If the situation allows, for example, my situation will still be as safe and relaxing as it is now, and Xiaobai's condition is also good enough."

Klein's heartbeat quickened for a few moments before he said, "I have the formula for the Mind Reader potion. 420 pounds."

No, you
Philip suddenly realized something, then shook his head with amusement, "Okay, okay, if conditions permit, I will pay you for the potion formula, but definitely not now."

He waved his hand and was about to skip the topic and walk directly to the second floor, but the step he had just taken suddenly stopped, and finally landed on the ground again in a very reluctant manner.

Klein, who was very sensitive to movements, put down the newspaper in his hand and looked sideways again. He found that the other person was suddenly half-kneeling on the ground. His sapphire eyes suddenly turned a little red, and his expression revealed a hint of madness and pain.

"Philip?!"

He immediately stood up and walked towards the other party, while his mind began to think rapidly. From the complicated memories, he locked onto the answer that he had not recalled for a long time -

Full moon!

According to the lunar calendar, today is a full moon, and Philip, as a Beyonder on the "Prisoner" path and a "werewolf", naturally has to bear the curse of the full moon!
Shit, I actually forgot. I just told myself some time ago that it was these past two days. Philip gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to stop the other party from coming closer, and then said in a hoarse voice:
"Ha, I'm fine, don't come over, don't feel any pressure, I'll just go to the basement for one night to digest the potion, tomorrow, tomorrow..."

"Goodbye."

Taking advantage of the time when his body was still able to move freely, he walked past Klein and was about to go straight into the basement, but was stopped by the phone on his shoulder.

pat!

Philip directly hit Klein's forehead. Because of the full moon, he didn't properly control his strength, so Klein felt the pain. He held his forehead and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I want to ask you."

Philip wanted to answer normally as usual, but he found that the madness brought by the full moon and his desire for flesh and blood continued to intensify at this time, so he could only subconsciously lean over and support himself on the coffee table.

"Don't worry, I've been through this before. This is the method I've figured out. Using my own strength, restraints, and willpower, without any external help, I can fight against madness and bloodlust." "It can help me digest it."

After saying that, Philip no longer had the heart to continue talking. He walked forward silently, leaving Klein standing there feeling lost, holding his breath in his chest, unable to express it.

I don’t know how long it took before a soft sigh was heard in the living room, containing helplessness and many other emotions, which eventually turned into the unforgettable sorrow that accumulated in my mind all night.

Da da da.
In the morning, the sound of heavy footsteps woke Klein, who was drowsily sleeping on the sofa, open his eyes. He subconsciously looked towards the basement, only to find Philip stumbling and crawling back to the living room using his hands and feet.

Klein quickly helped the man up, walked step by step to the sofa, and then let him lie down flat.

He opened his spiritual vision and carefully confirmed Philip's condition. After finding that there was nothing unusual except fatigue, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a mixture of laughter and tears:

"You really are suffering."

"A little, indeed, but it's been digested." Philip rubbed his dry eyelids reluctantly with his hands that were almost so sore that he lost consciousness. His already relaxed will could no longer bear the urge of his upper and lower eyelids to close together.

The remaining sanity made him raise his hand and call out:

"Water, give me a glass of water."

Hearing this, Klein looked at the coffee table and took the half-empty cup of water he had left there last night, which he had forgotten to drink, to the kitchen to pour out. After rinsing the cup, he refilled it with water and returned to the sofa.

Philip had fallen asleep.

Klein checked the other person's breath. After a moment of silence, he breathed a sigh of relief, having been somewhat thirsty that morning. He then slowly drank the glass of water he had just poured.

Let's wait for Philip to get up and drink the water himself. I'm just acting like a valet, not a real one. I'm not a nursing professional on Earth, so it would be a crime if he choked on the water. Klein took another cup, poured water for him, and then stretched, ready to think about today's itinerary.

Jingle Bell--

The sound of the doorbell interrupted Klein's thoughts.

He looked at Philip who was still sleeping on the sofa and suddenly felt a headache. After all, the other party's identity should be Jane Charlotte, not Philip Howard. If someone saw two men in a lady's house early in the morning, one of them being a tenant could be explained, but the other one...
hiss~
Klein's mood suddenly tensed up, and he didn't dare make any sound. He recalled his memories from the evening, confirming that Philip probably didn't know about this morning's visit. Otherwise, he should have at least reminded him, even if he wasn't sure about the exact time.

In this case, even if Jane Charlotte was not at home, it was very reasonable. Klein wrapped Philip in a blanket and picked him up carefully. He used all the abilities of the "Joker" to the extreme and walked up to the second floor without making any sound.

He walked into his bedroom without closing the door, then put Philip on the bed, and then he paid full attention to the movements outside the door.

If the situation really didn't allow it, Klein would have no choice but to use his physical abilities to hide Philip on the roof, or simply deal with it himself.

(End of this chapter)