Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 60 Old Neil

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

In front of the single-family house where Old Neil lived, Klein rang the doorbell, then stepped aside to Dunn's side and waited silently.

Thumb, thump, thump.
The sound of people coming down the stairs in the hot afternoon made the three of them gradually become nervous and serious, but they also hoped that everything would be back to normal, or that the situation would be acceptable and salvageable.

Soon, the door was opened.

"Dunne, Klein, Leonard?"

Old Neil's face inevitably revealed surprise and panic. Even though he quickly restrained himself, in front of the few people who were already concentrating, he was so eye-catching, as dazzling as a candle in the dark night.

"Old Neil, we came to visit you." Dunn nodded and lowered his eyebrows, speaking in a soft tone.

"Oh, I just have today off."

Old Neil stood there, not trying to hide his embarrassment. He shook his head and laughed twice, "Sorry, I didn't expect you to come. The house is really a mess. Wait for me to clean it up."

After a moment of silence, Dunn's lips were still curled up as he nodded and said, "Okay."

Bang–dang!

As the door closed again, Old Neil in the house put away his smile. Struggle and confusion appeared on his face. He frowned, trying to hide the pain in his heart by gritting his teeth.

But the presence of three people outside quickly brought him back to reality, and he shifted his attention to the piano placed in the living room.

Old Neil walked up quickly, picked up a few pieces of paper on the piano, then held his breath at the stairs, not daring to make any mistakes, and tiptoed up to the second floor and returned to his room.

The bookshelf in the bedroom was piled with unfinished manuscripts. Old Neil held them in his hands, his body trembling slightly, as if he was suppressing something, or perhaps expecting something.

"sorry Sorry"

"But trust me, it will be fine soon."

The murmur filled with the breath of old age and weakness echoed in the bedroom, and was quickly wiped out. The old man kneeling on the ground placed the manuscript in a wooden box and carefully hid it under the bed, then prepared to get up and go downstairs.

"Old Neil."

Suddenly, a call came from behind.

Old Neil's eyes, which had originally calmed down, suddenly turned into shock. He froze in place, his body stiff, not knowing what to do.

He was very familiar with this voice.

The owner of this voice was none other than the man with whom he had been for fifteen years and with whom he had completed countless cases. He had watched him grow from the young man he was back then to the mature and reliable man he is today, the reassuring captain of the Nighthawks squad.

Dunn Smith!
Old Neil's expression suddenly became complicated. He slowly turned around and looked at Dunn, who had been standing in his bedroom for some time. His lips moved a few times, "Dunn, you..."

"Old Neil."

Dunn repeated the call expressionlessly, then looked at the bookshelf next to him, reached out his hand, and carefully and cautiously touched it with his fingers.

"Have you forgotten? When I wasn't as mature and steady as I am now, you warned me not to mess with your things. Because this place is always tidy and orderly, no matter when."

Old Neil's slightly cloudy dark red eyes dimmed a little, as if he was lost in reminiscence.

"You once accidentally told me that this was to wait for a hostess." Dunn spoke calmly, then spread out his palms, and ripples appeared in the space in front of him. The wooden box that Old Neil had just hidden under the bed appeared in his hands.

"Dunn, wait no!"

Old Neil reached out to stop him, but Dunn had already opened the wooden box and taken out the pile of manuscripts. On the top sheet of paper was written:

Life is made.

After looking at the required materials and the note below the large amount of human blood, "You can draw my own blood", Dunn suddenly closed his eyes.

He stood there, breathing slowly for more than ten seconds before he raised his head. His gray eyes, not as deep as usual, met Old Neil's gaze. "Old Neil, let's go. We'll take you back."

"go back.?"

Old Neil's body unconsciously relaxed, tears welling up in his cloudy eyes, flowing down his aged skin. He murmured, half lucidly, half bewilderedly, "Where should I go back to? This is my home."

"My home with Sally."

Dunn's grip on the manuscript paper suddenly tightened, his body trembled twice imperceptibly, and then he swung his left hand angrily, causing the drafts recording various strange rituals to fly in the air, and then he walked forward quickly.

Old Neil, who was originally half-kneeling on the ground with his head lowered, was muttering something silently, and his expression quickly revealed pain and struggle, but a hand directly pulled him up and slammed him against a strong body.

"I understand your thoughts, but please also understand me and the selfishness of everyone in our team."

"At least we still have us, okay?"

As his dream ability was lifted, Old Neil, who was standing at the gate, woke up in a daze. He looked at Dunn standing in front of him, Klein who was holding the ritual draft in his hand, and Leonard who was hiding at the back with a complicated expression, not knowing how to react to this situation.

He sighed as if in realization, and his old face became more gloomy.
"Feel sorry."

In the afternoon, as Klein was about to get off work, he walked out of the library and finally heard the news that Dunn had returned.

After knocking on the captain's office door and receiving a response from inside, he pushed the door open and walked in, seeing Dunn trying hard to hide the fatigue on his face.

"Captain, is Old Neil okay?"

Dunn nodded slightly, exhaled, and said with a hint of fear, "Well, I've already had Luo Yao and Leonard take him to Backlund for treatment. As long as he doesn't absorb the knowledge of the Hidden Sage anymore, he should be able to recover in two months."

"Klein, thank goodness I have you."

"We.Caught up."

Two months had passed, and Klein felt somewhat relieved. However, he suddenly recalled the agony Philip faced under the full moon curse under the blood moon. He suddenly gained a deeper understanding of the world of Beyonders.

At present, the "Fortune Teller" path does not pose any life-threatening problems, but he does not quite believe that this mysterious world full of out-of-control, chaos and madness will be partial to one over the other. The current comfort may just be a prelude to future despair.

It could be when he cleared the gray fog, it could be when he reached the level of a demigod, or even when he was taking the final step to return home.
Klein said goodbye to Dunn with a complicated expression and walked on Zouteland Street. Thinking of his sister who was still waiting at home, he resisted the urge to walk by the platform alone. After paying 4 pence, he got on the public carriage.

Looking at the scenery passing by outside the window, Klein suddenly thought of the time when he took the bus to school on Earth. He thought of the sadness his parents, who had raised him with great difficulty, might show after he disappeared. In the end, he clenched his fists.

Zhou Mingrui,
you can.

(End of this chapter)