Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 92 Prelude
Late at night, Philip, wearing a pitch-black hooded robe, blended into the darkness and walked silently. If an ordinary person without clairvoyance stopped and looked with the naked eye, he probably would not find anything.

The map of Tingen City and the information Klein had previously shared with the private detective emerged one by one in his mind. Philip followed this memory, avoiding the street lights and the crimson moonlight, and moving towards his target under the cover of shadows.

He didn't know why there were so many houses with dark red chimneys, but the message on his arm told him to look for targets in the suburbs. But it didn't matter, he just had to do it.

As for Mr. Azik's copper whistle, after a moment's hesitation, Philip finally took it out from the sleeping Klein's body, even though there was a slight possibility that it would cause an accident to the other party.

He didn't think that a Sequence Five expert who was targeting Demigods would ignore him, a Sequence Seven who was searching for his own whereabouts, and instead condescend to kill the harmless Low-Sequence Beyonders.

There is no gain from this.

If that really happened, whether Klein was sleeping with a copper whistle or not, his fate would be the same. Judging from the fact that he hadn't been in trouble for such a long time, the mastermind behind this was Ins.
So compared to the danger he would encounter later, where he would have no scruples and only needed to blow the whistle and hold on for two minutes before Mr. Azik would arrive, Philip still compromised his moral bottom line.

At this time, the sky was almost completely dark except for the crimson moon that occasionally shone through the clouds. However, the terrifying perception brought by the powerful spirituality still allowed him to walk on the road with almost no impact.

After experiencing the illusion that he was the only one awake in Tingen at this point in time, Philip finally started running, letting the scenery on both sides quickly pass by behind him and disappear into thin air.

He didn't know how long it had been, but when he stopped, he found himself outside a detached house on the outskirts of the North District.

In Tingen, there are an alarming number of single-family houses in the suburbs, and they are relatively scattered. Even if you have the dark red chimney as a screening criterion, it may take several days or even half a month to search for them by carriage.

Although the original range of more than 500 rooms in the suburbs has been reduced to 32 rooms whose owners have changed in the past two weeks, Philip still has no expectations. It can even be said that he does this now only because he feels that sleeping is a waste of time.

After all, if the perspective was reversed and he was Ince Zangwill, then everyone would probably die of laughter. The enemy was in the open, but we were in the dark. He also held a powerful Level 0 seal in his hand, which allowed him to weave his own destiny and even open a God's perspective.

On the other hand, the only person who could pose a threat, Azik Eggers, not only had lost his memory and was in poor condition, but he also didn't have enough means to find him, so he could just slip away.

Isn't this cheating?
Philip sighed, opened his sleeve, and let the blue crystal pendant wrapped around his right wrist, used for divination, fall down. He then entered a meditative state, and silently said:
"It's dangerous here."

"It's dangerous here."

Dozens of seconds later, Philip opened his eyes and focused his sight on the blue pendant that was moving counterclockwise. Suddenly, he covered his head, frowned, and looked around with some confusion.

After two seconds, his expression returned to normal. He put the pendant back into his sleeve and muttered, "Next, where is it?"

"The nearest one should be here."

Philip went away in a certain direction with the vague memories in his mind. The slightly withered garden in the yard of this detached house and the still green lawn swayed in the lonely evening breeze, covering the sound of a feather pen caressing across the paper in the window.

"It was a miracle that Philip Howard came to the suburbs and, by a stroke of luck, found the house where Ince Zangwill lived, which was completely beyond the latter's expectations" (rough and urgent scratching)
"Unexpectedly, Philip Howard has stepped into the right place, but this is far from enough. He can only let the truth slip away and let time pass! This is just a small twist in the road that puts Ince Zangwill's original plan on the agenda!"

Ince Zangwill clutched the quill, narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued to write vigorously on the notebook:

"The story will eventually come to an end, heralding Ince Zangwill's victory. To this end, as the protagonist of the story, he must muster the courage to complete a crazy, quick, simple, and flawless plan!"

"Ince Zangwill will definitely win!"

The morning light streamed into the room as the curtains opened. Klein withdrew his hand and looked at the neatly arranged mattress and quilt on his bed. He shook his head with amusement, "They've already left. Isn't this guy sleepy?"

After stretching and moving his neck twice, he put the cushion and quilt back into the closet, put on the tuxedo hanging on the coat rack, walked out of the room and went into the bathroom to wash up.

After explaining his affairs to the maid Bella and saying hello to his sister and brother, Klein left his home without stopping and walked to the tram platform.

At the platform, a white-haired boy wearing a gauze mask, a round-brimmed felt hat, and drooping hair, so that one couldn't even see his eyes without looking closely, was standing there quietly waiting.

Philip Klein exchanged glances with him, and they nodded to each other. Then, they both boarded the arriving public carriage and arrived at the Blackthorn Security Company.

Pushing open the door, the usually relaxed Roshan patted her chest as if she had seen a savior after seeing him. "Oh my God, Klein, you're finally here. You have no idea what happened today."

Klein had just finished his hat-tip greeting when he heard the other party say this. He frowned and didn't hide his confusion. "What happened?"

Hearing this, Luo Shan sighed.

"This morning, the police discovered three consecutive cases that were highly likely to involve supernatural factors. Leonard, Frye, Ms. Xijia, and Conley all went there, and Ms. Luo Yao also went on routine inspections."

Upon hearing this, Klein's brows furrowed even more. "So, now our company's captain is the only one on duty at the Charness Gate?"

No matter how stupid he was, he had already thought of Ins, the mastermind behind the scenes. The other party had even acted so blatantly, and it was very likely that he would take action today.

"Yeah." Luo Shan nodded and said with some concern: "I don't know if something big happened in Tingen. Someone even came to us just now and wanted to entrust us with something, but I refused."

The captain should have noticed something was amiss, but it was hard for him to associate it with Ince Zangwill. Klein put on his half-high silk hat again, trying to keep his expression calm. He nodded slightly and said,
"I'm going to go talk to the captain first."

(End of this chapter)