Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 68 Supporting Documents
The surroundings fell silent again.

Philip clutched his charred chest, gritting his teeth as he stared at the gradually dissolving body of the monster before him. His mind was still filled with confusion as he murmured softly, "What's going on? The demonic 'criminal' path?"

"Criminals" and "prisoners".

Are there two paths happening here at the same time?

Filled with doubt, he endured the pain and slowly walked forward, picked up the scarlet eyeball in front of him, and made a rough guess about its information - Sequence 7, the Beyonder characteristic of a "serial killer".

This must be the Beyonder characteristic of a Sequence 8 "Cold-Blooded" or Sequence 9 "Criminal." Philip looked at the pitch-black feather lying quietly behind him, twitched his lips, and sighed helplessly:
“But what’s the point of me coming here?”

He didn't know any "craftsmen" and had no way of turning extraordinary characteristics into extraordinary items. As for selling them, that was even more ridiculous. He was not interested in adding fuel to the fire of this already bad world.

Even though he thought so, Philip couldn't throw the two extraordinary characteristics back. He could only put them in a safer place away from the remaining fire, and then left immediately.

Inside the card room of the Brave Bar.

Maric, who had been playing cards with the zombies, saw Philip slowly regain consciousness and couldn't help but exclaim, "You're incredibly lucky. Even in such a dire situation, you didn't meditate quickly to stabilize yourself, and in the end, nothing happened."

"It's a bit hard indeed." Philip smiled bitterly, then took out two more "Ember" charms from his pocket and placed them on the card table. "For you."

Maric turned his gaze towards him, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you can think of this as a gift." Philip pinched his chin and pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "But if you still need it in the future, I can do it, but it won't be free."

After all, no matter what, it can't be done in vain.

Gift Maric repeated the word twice in his mind, then reached out his hand expressionlessly and took the two "Ember" charms away, adding, "If you need anything later, you can come and ask me."

"Well, actually, it's available now."

Philip's blunt words succeeded in silencing the atmosphere on the field for a few seconds, but Maric soon reacted, "What's going on?"

"Messenger, I need a messenger."

"Messenger." Maric's pale face changed slightly, and he frowned slightly. "You'd better give up this idea, at least from me, because even I haven't contracted a spirit world creature as a messenger."

If you are not an extraordinary person on the "Corpse Collector" path, it is very difficult to obtain a messenger, not only because of the unknown dangers and the sparse circulation of related ritual content, but also because you need the power of the undead realm to perform the ritual or find a way to directly explore the spirit world.

These things are either troublesome or dangerous, so the vast majority of Beyonders, even those who have reached Sequence 5, the top of the Middle Sequence, sometimes do not have a messenger of their own.

After giving a rough explanation, Maric added, "If you need the power of the dead realm, I can try to find someone to help you, but there's nothing else I can do."

After hearing Maric's answer, although the situation was within his expectations, Philip still felt a little regretful. He could only sigh secretly and did not continue the topic. "Okay."

After the two said goodbye, he did not stay here. He walked out of the back door next to the kitchen, entered the alley, found the right direction, and quietly left.

No need to go back to sleep. As long as things went smoothly tonight, and he successfully retrieved the documents supporting the two properties owned by "Philip"'s parents and then found a way to resell them, he would have enough money to attend other slightly more high-end parties.

A strange red moon hung high in the sky, and its crimson moonlight enveloped the earth, just like every night before.

In a house in the Cherwood area.

Wearing the "Silver" ring, Philip remained invisible and used criminal skills to conceal his voice when entering the room. He closed the door very carefully and slowly, trying to make the tiny noise disappear in the night as quickly as possible.

She stepped on the dusty floor, lowered her eyes slightly, and tried not to let the throbbing caused by the emerging memories affect her.

As the five minutes of invisibility ended, Jane Charlotte's body appeared outside a bedroom on the second floor.

She took out a small bottle from her pocket with her fair hands, dripped the liquid inside on the ring again, then disappeared again, took the key, and carefully inserted it into the keyhole.

Click. Da.
The sound of the door opening was so slight, but still impossible to ignore in this environment, that Philip's heart was in her throat. She stretched out the five fingers of her clenched right hand and pushed the door inward a little.

After her thin body was able to pass through, she did not take any risks. She leaned sideways, tiptoed in, and crawled under the bed without stopping.

Huh. After confirming that there was no one in the room, Philip breathed a sigh of relief silently. Enduring the dust and the breath-taking smell, his hands kept rubbing, and finally they rested on a wooden box.

Next, there's that other place.

early morning.

Philip, who had been busy all night, yawned, then rubbed his sleepy eyes. He walked alone on the streets of Hillston District in a daze, and suddenly laughed bitterly at himself.
"I should have bought that 'Night Cloak' directly. Who knew it would turn out like this now? I'm so sleepy."

What a fickle fate.

At this moment, she was carrying her shoulder bag and blending into the running crowd. She looked around with a sleepy look in her eyes. She felt her eyelids suddenly become heavy, but the unpleasant mist still made her instinctively reject it and become a little sober.

In this contradictory feeling, Philip's eyes suddenly lit up, and his originally frivolous steps suddenly became steady. At the same time, the sleepiness on his face was gone, and he walked into the hotel calmly and confidently.

The two staff members at the front desk cast their eyes on her and observed her for a few seconds, then quickly looked away without making any movement throughout the whole process.

It was not until Philip came upstairs that they looked at each other, communicating silently with their eyes.

Philip naturally had no time to care about such trivial matters. At this moment, she locked the door of her room, threw her bag on the bed, pulled the screen and closed the window.

After making sure there was no danger or anything else missing, she took off her "Silver White" ring, lay down on it, and breathed a sigh of relief.

With the last of his will, Philip moved his body and held the somewhat uncomfortable shoulder bag containing the wooden box sideways as if he were holding his girlfriend. While thinking about how to get rid of the proof documents, he fell into a deep sleep due to fatigue.

(End of this chapter)