Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 13 Klein Moretti
"Lawrence, I don't think you should be as lazy and boring as Leonard. You won't be popular with women that way."

In the reception hall of Blackthorn Security Company, Luo Shan looked at Philip, who seemed to be sinking into the sofa, and complained with a hint of disappointment in her eyes, "I thought you would be an energetic colleague."

"Uh..." Hearing this, Philip propped himself up, stretched, and shook his head speechlessly: "I don't want to either, but it's really boring. I have read these newspapers several times."

"Maybe you can go find Old Neil. He has a lot of literature." Luo Shan suggested.

That makes sense. Maybe there's something I haven't seen. At least it's better than just sitting there. Philip nodded and was about to leave when there was a knock on the door.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Philip and Roxanne exchanged a glance, seeing doubt in each other's eyes. They could only open the door with a little caution, "Hello, sir, what can I do for you?"

Outside the door was a black-haired young man in a tuxedo and a half-high silk hat. He took off his hat and saluted. He looked at Philip with brown eyes and said sincerely:

"Hello, my name is Klein Moretti, and I'm here at the invitation of Dunn Smith."

"Are you the newcomer?" Philip perked up, but then thought of something more important. He stepped aside and smiled faintly, "I was wondering when you would come. I didn't expect it to be today."

"Huh?" Klein was a little confused, but he still followed the other party's courtesy and walked into the reception room.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Lawrence Slytherin." Philip closed the door and explained, "Actually, I just joined here this morning, just one morning earlier than you. Um... because I was involved in something."

Slytherin, Serpents? What Hogwarts? I'm Hufflepuff. The environment there is nice, and there's a kitchen. Overhearing a few words that everyone knew before the time travel, Klein couldn't help but smile. "It seems we look a lot alike."

Well, is it so nice to be involved in a mysterious incident?

"Hey, you're not here just to get a salary, are you? The treatment is really good." Philip glanced at him, feeling a little confused. Then an unrealistic idea popped up in his mind, but he quickly suppressed it in his heart.

No, it could also be to touch the extraordinary.

"Captain Dunn is on duty at, uh, 'Chaness Gate' and can't come out. Mr. Moretti, if you don't mind, I'll take you there."

"sorry to bother you."

Klein nodded, put his hat back on, and followed Philip into the inner room. Crossing the corridor with six offices on each side, he was about to take a closer look when his sight was blocked by a familiar figure.

The black-haired, blue-eyed young man, who had once visited his home as a police officer and was as romantic as a poet, was leaning on the door edge of the office on the right side. His untucked white shirt made him look bohemian.

"Leonard Mitchell."

Leonard introduced himself to Klein, then his eyes moved between Klein and Philip. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but he didn't say anything else, allowing the two to continue walking forward.

Ten seconds after their figures disappeared into the office on the left, Leonard lowered his eyelids slightly and muttered in a voice only he could hear clearly:

"Old man, what's going on?"

There was silence for a few seconds.
Then a chuckle was heard.

"Heh, it seems your age has caused your eyesight to deteriorate. You've been blurry after seeing two people in a row." "Klein, it's just up ahead. That door is the 'Chaness Gate.' Sorry, you may need to go in on your own."

Klein stood in the middle of the underground tunnel's intersection. He looked at Philip, who had taken shelter at the right intersection, and a sense of foreboding arose in his heart: "Why do you seem so afraid of Mr. Smith?"

"Ah?" The boy blinked his blue eyes.

"No, you misunderstood. The Chanis Gate gives me a feeling of oppression. Because of my previous experience, I am not used to it yet, so I should try to avoid this emotion."

That's it
"Okay, I understand." Klein nodded, accepted the explanation, and walked forward alone.

Seeing the other person go away, Philip breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the wall with a frown on his face, and was stunned for a while. He couldn't understand why he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity when facing this new colleague.

An illusion, or did you really see it?
He shook his head and walked straight into the half-open iron door at the end of his own road. After pushing it open, the light of gas lamps flickered inside, illuminating the tables and chairs and the white-haired old man in the classic black robe.

"Hello, Mr. Neil, my name is Lawrence Slytherin."

Philip bowed slightly, then looked up at the other party. His eyes became a little dull, and then he recovered. "Um, I want to apply for some documents or books here. They are in the reception room."

The wrinkles on Old Neil's face moved. He looked at Philip with his somewhat cloudy red eyes, then said with a smile: "It seems that Luo Shan asked you to come."

"There are indeed some classics here, some of which are very interesting, but Luo Shan said she was tired of reading them." As he said this, he stood up, walked to the bookshelf, pointed his fingers at various places familiarly, and pulled out two books.

"Ah, 'Rossel Gustav'. This book records the life of Emperor Rossel, collecting various biographies and deeds of him. However, there are too many people who created, compiled, and edited it, so many things are distorted. Oh no, wait, you're not old enough to read some of it!"

"Ah?" Philip asked in confusion.

"Um, some adult reasons."

Old Neil held the two books in his hands, handed the other one to Philip, and opened "Rossel Gustave" and spread it flat on the table. "If it weren't for the purpose of deciphering the mysterious symbols left by the emperor, I definitely wouldn't have applied for funding to buy this book."

Oh, adults
Philip nodded, and said nothing obediently. He took the "Guide to the Customs and Evalua- tion of the Northern Continent" that Old Neil handed over with both hands, walked quietly behind the other party, and leaned over quietly to take a look at the specific content of the so-called 18+.

However, the corner of his eye accidentally caught sight of the yellowed pages of the book that Old Neil was reading at the desk next to him, and he came to a halt.

Philip closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and opened his eyes again, staring at the handwriting in a daze: "Why does this thing look a bit like Chinese?"

Senior time traveler?
That’s quite impressive, he even became the emperor.

"Mr. Neil," he called out, reaching out his hand and carefully picking up the three pages of paper under the old man's gaze. He asked uncertainly, "What's written on it?"

"I've never seen this symbol before. Why is it so crooked and ugly?"

(End of this chapter)