Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 53 Running away with a bucket
The scarlet blood moon disappeared without a trace, and a dim light filtered into the room, waking Philip, who had fallen into a coma, slowly. He took a few deep breaths and struggled to stand up despite his aching body.

"It's morning."

The sleepiness that had accumulated all night came over Philip, and he opened his mouth, ready to yawn.

At the same time, he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to cover it, but a sudden sharp pain in his arm forced him to stop thinking about it. He could only sit on the edge of the bed and rest for as long as possible.

It's really terrible. Philip could swear that this was definitely not a normal full moon curse. This was a map cannon fired by the god who was thinking about his shadow world, and he was going to kill him.

Without Mr. Fool giving him a break and the ember charm, Philip felt that the chances of him being able to hold on safely until now were less than 50%, and his condition would definitely be very bad. At least he would forget about being able to stand up.

As for the fact that the digestion progress of the "Madman" potion increased again because of enduring the full moon curse, this was also considered an attempt in the Rose School. As long as it could be endured for another five or six times, maybe it could be digested directly.

Life may not be enough.

He moved his wrist tentatively, and when he found that there was no severe pain, he slowly reached into his pocket and took out the remaining fire talisman that he had made at the beginning but had saved and not used last night.

In the reception hall of Blackthorn Security Company.

Philip pushed the door open with some difficulty, only to see Roxanne sitting on the sofa with a strange look on her face. She was not looking towards the inner room and had not noticed his arrival at all.

"Roxanne, what's wrong?"

The sudden question startled the girl. She stood up in a panic. After seeing the good-looking man, she patted her chest and said in a low voice without even complaining:

"I don't know. I mean, it seems like something big has happened. The captain's expression was very serious today. He called away all the regular members of the team, including Ms. Xiga, who was on leave, and went to the room next to Chanis's door to discuss something."

Such a big battle?
Philip blinked twice, his heart was filled with ripples, but he was so tired that his body had no strength to make the corresponding expression or even movement. He looked like Frye's "corpse collector".

He was still a civil servant at the moment, so although he was eager to know the answer, it was obviously unreasonable to go there directly, so he sorted out his thoughts and reopened the office door.

However, Captain Dunn led the official members of the Nighthawks and Klein forward. After seeing Philip, he simply exchanged a brief greeting and said, "Klein, you will be responsible for explaining this to Lawrence."

Watching several people walk out of the security company's door in vaguely fully armed form, Philip silently looked at Klein, as if listening attentively.

"Um, anyway, don't get excited after hearing this." Klein pondered for several seconds before saying this and explaining:

"Ms. Daly learned from the remaining spirit of that 'zombie' that there was actually another person besides him. He was temporarily traveling to Backlund due to certain matters, but now he's here."

"Sequence 5 Beyonder, 'Wrathful Spirit'!"

However, the intense reaction he expected did not come. Philip listened silently, touching his chin silently, with no one knowing what was hidden in his lifeless eyes. After a moment, he nodded.

No, this is too calm, isn't it? Klein frowned and waved his hand in front of the other person's face. He even activated his clairvoyance and looked him over carefully.

This action finally made Philip's face show some expression. He sighed helplessly and continued, "Well, I think I know. So what should we do now? Wait for Backlund's troops?" "No, there's no need to wait."

Klein shook his head. "Two teams of elite Beyonders have already followed that guy here. We'll notify Tingen's other two teams later. The captain said that if we unite, it won't be difficult to eliminate a Sequence Five."

These words were like sweet spring water, dripping into Philip's heart, and making him, who had already decided to be the bait, reawaken his hope of life.

Pick up the bucket and run away, and go somewhere else.

Even though this is irresponsible, in the long run, this is the second most responsible option. Well, the most responsible option is actually to surrender directly and accept the arrangements of the Church of the Goddess of Evernight, but he is not considering it at this moment.

Klein, who was relaying Dunn's request, saw Philip suddenly become somewhat alert. A flash of doubt flashed through his mind. He thought about it carefully, but could not find the reason. He could only assume it was the most obvious aspect.

Philip suppressed his restlessness and carefully wrote down the Nighthawks' responses. However, he found that under the current circumstances, he was extremely lucky not to have officially joined the team.

Because they are civilian staff, they only need to cancel their vacations during this period and carry common protective gear such as flare guns and weapons. Unlike regular members, they do not have heavy tasks and there is a clear requirement that they can only travel in a team of three to ensure emergency situations.

Can't wait any longer, today!
Philip walked into the clerk's office, his hands resting on the Axon 1346 typewriter that he was already familiar with. His usually calm and steady heart was inevitably a little anxious at this moment.

The talisman I promised Old Neil to make
The future safety of the Nighthawks.
Can he leave successfully as he wishes?
Also, there was something wrong with the state of Old Neil and Captain Dunn. He didn't know why he had that feeling about the former when they first met, while the latter gradually became obvious after the other party flipped through the notebook.

As the typing error occurred, Philip stopped what he was doing and looked at the pinyin he had just typed. He lowered his eyes slightly, pulled up the corners of his mouth, and smiled with relief and helplessness, "Oh, maybe if a curly-haired baboon slaps me twice, my brain will actually work better."

"If you keep thinking about others like this, you won't even know how you died. Wait until you're safe."

In the evening, Philip was sitting on the sofa when he heard the sound of the door opening. He turned his head and saw that it was Ademisol who was walking towards the sofa with his eyes closed and two paper bags in his hands.

"Here's what you wanted, sir."

"Hmm." Philip took the paper bag and didn't rush to examine it. Instead, he turned his gaze to the "monster" in front of him that he had taken in. After a moment's silence, under the illumination of the gas flame, he finally spoke:

"You can follow me out of Tingen."

"You can also choose to stay here and rent somewhere else. I will leave you enough money so that you can choose to escape later or accept me when I come to your house and need your sacrifice."

Admithal stood there, still bowing slightly as before, his tone calm but firm, "Mr. Slytherin, wherever you go, I will go."

"You have done me a favor that I can never repay. If it does not burden you, I am willing to stay by your side and handle anything you need me to do."

Seeing this, Philip spread his hands, took the two paper bags and walked up the stairs, while saying to Admisol behind him:

"Go back to bed and get up early tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)