Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 18 Poor Ghost
"Now, I should be able to watch it."

Klein had just had a sumptuous dinner with his brother Benson and sister Melissa, under the pretext of finding a new job. Now, he sat in his room, looking at the illuminated tabletop, his fingers reaching into his pockets, feeling a little conflicted.

No, there's nothing to hide. This is just common sense for Beyonders. Private investigators wouldn't be able to see so much detail, and they might not even understand it.
Klein took the folded white paper out of his pocket, unfolded it with a little excitement, and read the words on it silently.

The concise and easy-to-understand text allowed him to quickly digest and absorb all that Philip had written. He even felt unsatisfied and longed for more, but that was not realistic.

Lawrence's writing is truly excellent. Perhaps he'd be suited to writing textbooks or becoming a teacher, Klein thought. Then, his gaze gradually shifted downwards, spotting the prominent "Note":
"If you're interested in becoming a Beyonder but haven't had the opportunity to accumulate merit, I can provide you with two Sequence 9 formulas."

"One is 198 pounds, and the other is 176 pounds."

"Huh?" Klein tilted his head slightly, caught off guard by the sudden sales pitch. His eyes were fixed on the two prices, which he didn't know how long it would take him to earn, and he fell silent.

Even if you sell me, you won't get that much money.
Klein shook his head slightly, closed his eyes, and exhaled, ready to find an opportunity to explain to the other party the cruel truth that he was just a poor guy.

He picked up the paper and flipped through it reluctantly. He unexpectedly discovered the words in the back corner of the white paper. Although obscure, they were visible even with a quick glance.

"Hello."

"If you can understand it, you should know what it means. Well, that's it."

Klein was stunned on the spot, his eyes sizing up the two short and exquisite lines of text.

After more than ten seconds, he supported himself on the table with both hands, his body leaned down, and he trembled involuntarily. A very soft and comfortable laugh came out of his mouth.

Short-lived, yet irresistible.

The restraint command from his brain conflicted with the joy that was about to fill his chest. Klein took two deep breaths before he finally adjusted.

Gradually, Klein's voice faded.

But the smile on his face still lingered a little, and he had already grasped the white paper in his hands, tightly clenching it. He stood up from the chair, took a few steps back, and fell onto his bed.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Klein's expression calmed down, and the fingers gripping the paper involuntarily increased their strength.

He found his own kind!
Perhaps this has no practical use, but it is really important to Klein.

He doesn't belong here. He is Zhou Mingrui. Whether he is holding a luck-changing ceremony or planning to become an extraordinary person, all of this is for the purpose of returning home, returning to the place that truly belongs to him.

Mrs. Slin from the bakery, the captain and Old Neil of the Blackthorn Security Company, and even his current family members Melissa and Benson, had no real relationship with him and could not bring him a true sense of belonging.

In other words, when facing someone who is also a time traveler, he can take off his thickest mask.

Klein was still a little excited. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He kept telling himself that now was not the time to recognize each other.

At least wait until this little thing is over and the person spying on me is dealt with.
"I'm afraid it won't be easy to fall asleep tonight." Klein stood up again, looked at the bed, shook his head and smiled. He turned off the gas lamp, then stood in the darkness with his eyes closed for dozens of seconds before taking a step, quickly taking off his shoes, and diving into the bed.

The pure white quilt bulged out into an oval shape at night and moved left and right. It was not until half an hour later that the oval fell silent.

The dim afterglow illuminated his drowsy consciousness. Klein opened his eyes hazily and stood up, only to find Dunn Smith, wearing a black windbreaker, standing in the room.

He stood there, and after seeing Klein wake up, he spoke calmly, "Someone broke into your room and used your revolver to distract him. Let Lawrence handle the rest."

Lawrence!
Klein's heart tightened, and his pupils subconsciously constricted, but he immediately feigned indifference and asked with some concern, "Lawrence? Can he do it alone? Is it too much of a stretch?"

"There's no need to worry about this issue."

Dunn spoke as his figure began to dissipate in the darkness. "Lawrence's abilities are perfect for this situation. We just did a simple test. In fact, even if there are any setbacks, we can still provide assistance."

As the last word entered his mind and was heard by his ears, Klein's consciousness returned to reality.

Facing the unfamiliar figure silently rummaging through the desk, he remained surprisingly calm. He reached under his pillow, pulled out his revolver, pointed it at the other person, and chuckled softly.
"Sir, burglary is not honorable."

The man was so frightened that he straightened up and turned around very carefully. After confirming the situation, he froze in place, not daring to make any more movements.

Klein's gaze was fixed on the door, which had been opened at some point. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, his eyes darting around before returning to the intruder, pretending to confirm whether he had any accomplices.

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!
In the silent night, Klein could clearly feel his heartbeat quickening, but his mind told him not to show any sign of abnormality.

He spoke as calmly and slowly as possible to further divert the other party's attention:
"Sorry, please keep this action. I'm just an innocent person. This gun is just for self-protection. I don't really want to use it to take other people's lives."

The intruder raised his hands, but there was no fear in his heart. His blue eyes flashed with ferocity and threat. This action, which should have been futile, made the guy holding the gun open his eyes wide.

What does it mean, he is even afraid of this?
This thought emerged in the intruder's mind and could not be stopped. He subconsciously wanted to continue testing, but the black cloth strip passed by the bottom of his field of vision.

The next moment, his mouth and nose were covered. The thin man opened his eyes wide and struggled hard, but what followed was a hemp rope around his neck.

At this moment, Philip was clutching the cloth strips and hemp rope, with his feet on the intruder's back. He roughly judged the intruder's limit based on his strength and size, and involuntarily increased his strength a bit.

The weak sobs and struggles were absorbed by the silent night. They echoed in the room and dissipated in the room without disturbing any living creature.

"Ha~" Philip stepped on the invader whose resistance was gradually fading, and yawned very restrainedly. His eyes were slightly red, and crystal liquid was flowing out.

"Klein, good evening, good evening."

(End of this chapter)