Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 14 Rossell's Diary

"hehe."

Old Neil smiled noncommittally, coughed twice, and shook his head. "Emperor Rossell once said something very good: if a leaf blocks your vision, you will only think you see the leaf and ignore the surrounding forest."

Isn't this just a case of being blinded by one's own mistakes? Philip nodded with a complicated expression and sighed against his will, "Well, this is a very philosophical saying."

"So we can't be fooled by common sense and appearances. After all, this is a mysterious symbol created by Emperor Rossell, not to mention it's just a copy." Old Neil saw Philip's interest in the diary and spoke.

"You can also take a look, maybe you can gain something from it. Who can predict what will happen and what won't happen in this world?"

What the hell is originality? It would be a miracle if anyone in this world could understand it except the time traveler. Philip complained in his heart, but nodded calmly, pretending to carefully ponder the unknown text, but actually taking a quick look.

If he were on Earth, he would probably still be scratching his head, tormented as if he were reviewing his hastily written notes in class, but now as a Beyonder, it was not difficult for him to force himself to remember the things he could understand.

Gradually, his sapphire eyes stayed on one sentence, revealing joy and shock.

The key to a potion isn't mastery, it's digestion! It's not discovery, it's acting! And the potion's name isn't just a core symbol, it's a concrete image, and it's the "key" to digestion!
"Lawrence?"

The shouting in his ear made Philip stunned. After a fleeting struggle, he put down the three pages of the diary and said casually, "I think I have found a clue."

"Obviously, it's Emperor Roselle's handwriting that's ugly!"

These words left Old Neil at a loss for words. He could only smile and shake his head, "What is the basis for your answer? What makes you so sure?"

Philip picked up the pen on the table, carefully pulled out a piece of white paper, compared it with the first two words of the first sentence on a certain page of the diary, and carved it very carefully and meticulously, like a sculptor creating a work that was very important to him.

After several tens of seconds, he handed the paper to Old Neil. On it were a few words that were shorter, neater, and more pleasing to the eye than the diary:
September 22nd.

"This..." Old Neil stared at the six words in his hand, his slightly cloudy dark red eyes shining brightly. He slapped the paper on the table and exclaimed sincerely: "Lawrence, you are a genius! There is no doubt that this is likely a breakthrough. This shows..."

“Well, this, this shows that”

"It shows that Emperor Roselle's handwriting is very ugly." Lawrence curled his lips and said frankly, "Or maybe he just did it on a whim to prevent future generations from deciphering it. Or maybe his private handwriting is just as unruly and unruly as his own. Who knows?"

"But there's no doubt that if this discovery is confirmed, it will be useful. After all, you can't just see the leaves, you have to see the forest, right?"

Old Neil burst into laughter upon hearing this, abandoning the composure that an elder should have displayed. "You're right. No discovery can be ignored. Um, Lawrence, could you please copy a note in this handwriting?"

"Well, of course, but it would take a long time, and I would have to make time to come during my normal time."

Philip naturally had no reason to refuse, not to mention that he had not yet carefully read the three pages of the diary. If there were new diaries here in the future, he could also use this as an excuse to copy and read them at the same time.

After the two chatted for a while, Philip stood up and said goodbye, holding the book. When he walked to the intersection outside, he suddenly ran into Klein who was walking from the reception room.

Although it was a coincidence, it would be impolite not to say hello if they met again. He extended his hand and said, "You should have signed the contract by now. I hope you can accept this simple and hasty welcome as a new colleague."

"Thank you." Klein shook hands sincerely, then raised the white strip of paper in his other hand and smiled faintly, "However, I need to go to the armory to collect bullets now. I'll excuse myself."

Receive bullets, and still get this treatment? I'll ask if I can apply for a gun later. Philip nodded, turned his back to the other party, walked up the stairs again, and came to the reception room of "Blackthorn Security Company".

In the slightly stuffy environment, a brown-haired girl rested on the sofa, her eyes closed, her hands folded to support her head. The slightly curved corners of her mouth and the gentle sound of her breathing indicated her relaxation. She was just closing her eyes, not asleep.

The criminal skills brought by being half a "prisoner" allowed Philip to keenly understand the other person's physical condition. He walked silently to the soft chair, opened the book and began to read.

Da da da.
Not long after, faint footsteps were heard.

The door to the inner room opened, and Klein walked into the reception hall. He met those sapphire eyes. He glanced at Luo Shan beside him, seemed to have made a decision, and quietly walked away.

"Lawrence, do you know the name of the complete sequence that the church possesses?"

Listening to the low, somewhat hoarse voice, Philip closed the book and slowly traced the cover with his fingers, outlining the three words "Sleepless" without a trace. Then he added in a low voice: "Actually, this kind of question can be asked directly."

Then why don't you just say it? I was staring at you so intently just now. Klein choked, not knowing what expression to put on. He could only continue, "Then, do you know anything about Beyonders?"

"Let's talk about it next time."

When Philip said this, he didn't stop talking. Luo Shan quickly raised her head, blinked her light brown eyes, and looked at the two people who were huddled together in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing. Klein wanted to know the details of the Beyonder. I declined and decided to let him really think it over."

Philip lied without a trace of self-awareness. He placed his right hand on Klein's shoulder, signaling him. Klein nodded, "Yes."

When Luo Shan heard the first half of the sentence, she was so excited that she almost expressed it in words, but then she calmed down, nodded in agreement, and said with a sad look in her eyes:
"Yes, every year, some Beyonders sacrifice themselves or lose control. I'm not against others becoming Beyonders, but I just can't help but want to warn everyone. It's too dangerous."

"To save others caught up in extraordinary events, to fight against the evil Extraordinary, to the point where there's the risk of death and loss of control at any time, even the next moment."

"Their families were left with no choice but to receive the news of their loved ones' deaths and their pensions being cut short while they were living peaceful and happy lives."

"Roshan's parents were once Beyonders, but they died, so she became like this."

Klein lowered his hat and nodded, "I understand, but I've made my decision."

"Is that so? Then let's do it tomorrow."

"Huh?" Klein didn't react for a moment.

Philip looked at the setting sun and said calmly, "I'll write down the common sense of Beyonders tonight and give it to you tomorrow. While I can't guarantee it will be as objective and comprehensive as Captain Dunn's official Beyonder knowledge, it will definitely be correct."

Is there such a good thing?

Klein blinked. "Really?"

These two words earned Philip a slightly speechless expression. "We'll be seeing each other almost every day from now on. How could I possibly lie to you?"

However, judging by Lawrence's tone, it seemed his identity as a member of the Nighthawks was more than just an ordinary person. Klein pondered this in his heart, but nodded and said, "Thank you."

(End of this chapter)