Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 141

"Is it done?" After returning home, Philip raised his eyebrows and asked Klein, who was sitting on the sofa with his forehead in his hand, thinking about something.

"perhaps."

Klein's tone was filled with hesitation and uncertainty. He rubbed his forehead and then put his hand down. "I tried to locate Ian, but to no avail. As for Meursault's body, I've already taken care of it."

"Then don't worry."

Philip waved his hand nonchalantly, poured himself a glass of water, and then walked straight to the corner to add cat food. "Being able to deal with Meursault, the Hunter, means that the information that we are Beyonders has definitely been exposed. But the other party obviously doesn't know the details, and they may only regard us as Sequence Eight at most. This is our opportunity."

But I'm Sequence Eight. Klein's facial expression stiffened, controlled by the Joker's ability. He nodded, "So, what should I do now to dispel the other party's vigilance?"

“It’s not very meaningful, but it’s not meaningless.”

Philip, who had added cat food, stood up and turned to look at him. "After all, there's a possibility that if you don't do anything about this, they might think you're relying on someone and send someone who's absolutely foolproof, or even multiple people."

"But considering your current situation, I don't think anyone in Backlund, among the Beyonders we currently have access to, would dare to accept the commission to protect you."

Philip curled his lips and teased with a smile.

If he faces a Sequence 5 Beyonder at that time, and if his abilities are difficult to deal with, the only life-saving straw he can think of is Sharon.

Well, Mr. Fool barely counts.

"We have to try, right? After all, as an ordinary wild Beyonder, if we suddenly find ourselves provoking a country's ambassador, we'll definitely seize any opportunity to survive." Klein shrugged, leaned back on the sofa, and sighed.

"Ah~, this commission is such a trap. 5 pounds! I thought it would be easy to get 5 pounds. I thought this matter would only involve low-sequence Beyonders or other small forces."

"Stop complaining."

When talking about this topic, Philip was a little helpless and could only skip it.

He is not a saint, and neither is Klein. It's just that the good education on Earth has given them both some kind qualities.

The commission issued by a boy I met by chance suddenly caused such a huge harm, and it was impossible not to feel emotional no matter what.

But for Philip, who has almost become desensitized to pain and lives in this broken world, a quick death is not something unacceptable, so he can think positively.

What if you succeed in your counterattack and become rich?

The two of them chatted casually about this matter and ultimately decided that Klein would go out more often, spend more time, and try to reasonably contact the Beyonder circle as much as possible before issuing a commission to find a bodyguard.

Philip pretended to be ignorant or semi-informed, and then stopped all unnecessary outings in the past few days, staying at home as much as possible, giving the ambassador's subordinates the illusion that "this guy is just an ordinary person."

After all, killing a Sequence Nine "Hunter" is not difficult. There is not much difference between one person and two people solving the problem. All you need to do is paralyze the opponent and lower their psychological defenses.

Of course, necessary things still need to be done, such as finding the inventor Leppard.

The next day.

9 Saatchi Street, St George's.

Philip rang the doorbell and waited quietly for more than ten seconds. Soon, footsteps came from far away and approached. The owner of the voice opened the door and revealed his appearance.
A tall, thin man in his thirties with black hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a gray-blue worker's suit, but he looked very gentle.

Although it was morning, the gentleman's eyes showed a hint of fatigue. He rubbed his forehead and asked indifferently, "Miss, who are you looking for? What's the matter?"

Philip bent down, lifted the hem of his skirt and saluted. "Hello, I'm here to see Mr. Leppard. I'm interested in his new mode of transportation."

Upon hearing this, Leppard's eyes lit up and his tone became a little excited, "Hello, Miss, I am Leppard, please come in."

He turned sideways, made room, and politely led Philip to the living room.

Philip sat on the sofa, looking at the mechanical items that almost occupied all the space on the coffee table. He raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when Leppard spoke first:
"Actually, my original idea was a four-wheeled carriage that didn't require a horse, with the driver pedaling the vehicle. But someone came to see it and suggested we switch to a bicycle."

"I was going to follow his advice, but unfortunately he left and hasn't been back. Miss, are you interested in this? Without investment, I can't even buy the parts to continue my research."

Bicycle, what a great idea. Philip admired it silently in his heart, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

Not everyone is interested in or has access to Emperor Roselle's manuscripts. Even if they meet the relevant requirements, such people would probably study them on their own rather than invest in them.

It should be Klein.

As he thought this, he pinched his chin, pretending to be deep in thought, and then said, "Actually, I also know a little bit about bicycles and am very interested in them. I believe I can invest in this area, but I have only one requirement."

"The design must be simple and accessible, without any bloat or irrelevant, meaningless things, okay, sir?"

Philip blinked, looked at the other party with his sapphire eyes, and made this request.

In fact, as long as she could make money in the end and not get involved in any trouble, she didn't bother to care so much. Her only requirement was that she was afraid that the inventor in front of her would take a big step and fail and lose money.

As for other means of transportation... forget it. I wouldn't be so wasteful.

"Of course no problem!"

Leppard agreed to this request very promptly, and Philip did not disappoint him. He planned to invest the entire 100 pounds, including the royalties he had earned from writing "Sherlock Holmes" and the 300 pounds he represented on behalf of Crane, in the other party.

Leppard's face was stern, and after hesitating for two or three seconds, he gave Philip a 45% stake, limited to the bicycle project.

But even so, Philip felt that the other party was too kind. After all, although he had never been exposed to such things before, he had a rough idea of it. He had thought that he would be thankful if there were twenty or thirty, but he didn't expect that.
Sure enough, getting along with tech geeks is really easy to some extent.

(End of this chapter)