Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 136 Processing
"Really, eh."

Philip looked at the scene in front of him, sighed silently, walked forward slowly, picked up the light blue translucent hexagonal prism that appeared on the spot, and let the ray of light that seemed to come from the depths of his consciousness be reflected in his eyes.

This is the extraordinary characteristic of "The Inquisitor".

Most Beyonders who reach the "Arbitrator" path belong to the military. There's a chance I won't get anything at Mr. A's party tomorrow. Should I play it safe and see if I can find a suitable buyer through the Tarot Club or other channels?
While Philip pinched his chin in thought, he quickly left the place with his Beyonder characteristic, returned to his bedroom, put it in the silver box he had prepared long ago, set up a spiritual wall, and hid it under the bed.

If someone could sneak into Philip's room, get this item and other supernatural items, and get rid of them safely, then if nothing else, at least their life would be secure.

Sure enough, it’s better to follow your heart. Philip crawled out from under the bed, blew a few breaths on himself, clapped his hands, and made a decision in his heart.

Anyway, if nothing unexpected happens today, that guy named Meursault will come to the door. Then if we kill him, the Sequence 9 level formula and the corresponding Beyonder characteristics will be much easier to sell.

Philip got out of bed, opened the window, and looked at the sky outside. Suddenly, his expression froze, and he had a bad idea. Could it be that Meursault had shaken two Beyonders and killed Klein on the way?

Can't you?
Philip subconsciously wanted to find a reason to deny this idea, but Klein, who did not show that he was a transcendent and went out alone, was indeed very likely to become a target of others.

If there were multiple Sequence 9s skilled in combat, and guns were involved, Philip, clutching his head, felt that even the oncoming wind couldn't blow away his worries, relying solely on the Joker's abilities.

After sighing, he walked to the bedroom door, paused slightly on the doorknob, then turned it casually, opened the door and walked out.

In the corridor on the second floor, when Philip half turned around and was about to walk towards the stairs, a small black feather arrow suddenly hit him from behind and hit the back of his head directly, making a clanging sound of metal collision.

In the shadows, those cold eyes suddenly widened, as if he had encountered something that ordinary people could not understand at all. It was not until the unharmed woman in front of him turned around that he reacted.

Philip touched the back of his head and looked at the other person, not knowing whether he should be happy or laugh first. After all, according to his own defense, even if a military-controlled item like a high-pressure steam rifle was pointed at his head, it would not be possible to break through his defense in one shot.

His indifferent expression made the sharpness in Meursault's eyes disappear, becoming solemn and uneasy. The powerful intuition brought by the "Hunter" potion made the latter instinctively smell the scent of danger.

It's like a predator in the forest encountering a more powerful predator.

Meursault stepped back subconsciously, but found that the light blue figure in front of him suddenly blurred. The next moment when he regained consciousness, the other party had crossed a distance of several meters and came in front of him!

"Mr. Meursault," Philippe said, pinching Meursault's left wrist. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile. "Thank you very much for your generosity. I really don't have many gold pounds left."

Meursault opened his eyes wide and struggled to break free, but found that his right hand was like being pressed by a huge rock weighing several tons, leaving him with no room to resist, even though his current strength was comparable to that of a bear!

Click, click!
The sound of bones breaking could be heard.

Meursault's eyes turned red, and he subconsciously opened his mouth to roar, but Philippe's remaining hand pressed his mouth tightly against the wall, and the breath of frost spread from his fingertips, along the cheek of the "hunter" and all over his body.

boom!
boom.!

Meursault used his leg to kick Philippe's lower body, but the kick along his leg bone still felt like kicking steel. Regret and despair suddenly surged in his heart, and he didn't even have time to care about the excruciating pain in his leg. He screamed desperately, hoping to find a chance to survive.

However, it was too late.

Meursault's head was completely frozen.

Seeing that the resistance had completely subsided, Philip let go of his hand and returned to the bathroom with some disgust. After a simple rinse at the sink, he returned to his original position and began to prepare for the psychic communication.

I have to say that this guy is really unlucky. If he had not been promoted to a "zombie" and was still in the "werewolf" stage, the situation would still be one-sided, but Meursault would not have no chance of survival.

At least Philip needs to be wary of this guy making too much noise, otherwise if he attracts the Extraordinary Person and his own Extraordinary Person identity is also exposed, then the identity of Jane Charlotte will be wasted again.

Of course, there is also the rent for the house and the cost of identification.

After arranging the ceremony, Philip sorted out the priorities. He first used dream divination to divine the appearance of the mastermind behind the incident, and then used divination to learn the cause and effect of the incident.

The mastermind behind this is most likely the Intis Republic's ambassador to Backlund. Damn, that guy Ian isn't even a Beyonder, how could he attract someone of this level?!
There was at least a Sequence Five behind him, and there must have been other Middle-Sequence Beyonders as well. Philip squatted on the ground, his hand supporting his chin, his furrowed brow revealing his distress.

He believed that reality would not be as smooth as fantasy novels. After beating Xiaodeng, Zhongdeng would come, and after beating Zhongdeng, Laodeng would come. Maybe a king bomb would be used to solve the problem for him.

Moreover, he finally had some time to catch his breath, and he still hadn't figured out the specific movements of the Rose School. Philip really didn't want to face such an enemy.

Unless the other party is relentless and you cannot extricate yourself from the matter, you can find out their intelligence.

Even if they were ambassadors of a country, they were playing away games in Loen, and mid-sequence extraordinary people, especially those above sequence 6, were not easy to come by. In most cases, two or three would be the limit.

If there was a chance to let these guys save their grandfather like Calabash Brothers, maybe there would be a chance... Forget it, forget it, I can't be affected by the potion, be rational, be rational. Philip took a deep breath and prepared to communicate with the magic potion formula, but failed.

Tsk, as expected.

It seems that the ambassador only gave the potion.

Philip stood up immediately and thought about what to do with the body.

First of all, the simplest and most direct way is to take advantage of the short time since death and see if you can feed the "creeping hunger" and eat up both your soul and body, leaving you with no evidence.

Secondly, what exactly was hidden behind the report to the police? Philip didn't know at the moment, but the things that the ambassadors of other countries arranged for the extraordinary people in Rune to do secretly could not be made public.

(End of this chapter)