Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 96 Megose
Did Mr. Fool want to use the ritual to uncover the truth about the God-Forsaken Land, or perhaps the state of the Creator who created everything? Either way, it was an opportunity. Philip thought of his hidden vest and secretly made a decision.

If the sacrificial ritual described by Mr. "Sun" was normal, he would try to make some slight improvements himself. This way, he might be able to use the shadow world as a storage space, and even the vest would be more secure to wear.

Saying
Brother, what are you so excited about? Philip turned his head and found the "Hanged Man" next to him who was also leaning on the back of the chair with the corners of his mouth raised. He tilted his head and thought in his heart with some doubts.

As Derrick finished describing the prayer ritual in the City of Silver, the Tarot Club was ended by Mr. Fool after a brief exchange.

As the crimson in front of his eyes faded, Philip's consciousness returned to reality. He looked at the wall clock and confirmed that the time was 3:32. He breathed a sigh of relief and went back to the window to look around, but did not see Azik.

He should be hiding somewhere. After confirming that I was awake, he left immediately. After confirming the situation, Philip yawned and waited quietly for time to pass. It was not until dusk that he followed Klein out of the security company and left.

2 Narcissus Street.

After having dinner with his brother and sister, Klein sat on a single sofa, holding his forehead, reading the newly delivered Ahowa Evening News with a tired look, thinking about what to do next.

"Klein, what happened?"

At the same time, Benson, sitting in a chair, facing the pile of grammar books, classical literature, accounting textbooks, and pens and papers on the dining table, with a bitter face, keenly noticed that something was wrong and asked.

Melissa, who was originally using various textbooks and stationery to review, looked at Klein with some confusion after Benson's reminder.

Yeah, usually I'm relaxed in situations like this because I'm off work and it's my break. Klein smiled and said, "That security company can't have it easy every day. As a consultant, I always need to prove my abilities at critical moments."

In order to guard against Ince Zangwill's conspiracy today, his mind had hardly relaxed. Even before leaving get off work, he tried his best to guide Captain Dunn to think about coincidences and sent a telegram to Backlund that was closer to the answer.

The Sanctuary should have a response tonight. Hopefully, nothing unexpected would happen. Klein wore a slightly relaxed expression, masking the depression in his heart. He found an excuse and returned to his room early.

As the window was opened, it didn't take long before a figure took advantage of the cover of night, avoided those people under the crimson moonlight, climbed up swiftly and silently, and entered the room.

"You really should pay me."

Philip sat on the floor and complained, "I didn't do anything today. I just secretly followed you to deal with things in the morning, and then stayed in the hourly room for almost the whole afternoon."

At least you attended the Tarot Club. Klein took off his tuxedo and hat, placing them both in the cloakroom. His tone turned serious as he spoke, "I've questioned everyone on the Night Watch about all the cases that happened today. At least from their accounts, I haven't seen any trace of that guy."

Hearing this, Philip spread his hands and said with a somewhat helpless feeling: "If you can really find clues about him by retelling, then I think you should go to a place called 221b Baker Street and find someone named Watson to solve the case."

"If I really had the intelligence of Sherlock Holmes, I wouldn't be so nervous right now." Klein sighed, lying on the bed, closing his eyes and breathing steadily.

"Hey!"

Just as he was enjoying this moment of peace, Philip shook him again.

"What are you doing?" Klein propped himself up and sat up. His brain and body, which had been slightly relieved, started working again, leaving him with a look of helplessness and fatigue. "85 pounds and four pages of diary."

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Half an hour later, Klein wrote the last word and handed the blank paper to Philip. He rubbed his brow and said, "Okay, I've returned it to you. Don't disturb my sleep any longer."

There is no need for the handwriting to be so similar to that of our predecessors who traveled through time. It is too ugly. Philip straightened out the two pieces of white paper in his hand that were filled with words on both sides. After reading the words clearly, he frowned and was speechless.

However, seeing that Klein was indeed tired, he didn't make any more noises. He quietly sat down on the chair and began to read the contents of the four pages of the diary.

Although he didn't have any expectations, after actually reading it, Philip's expectations for the release of Russell's diary suffered a severe blow.

One Piece, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the Nameless Island, marrying Miss Matilda's true love, and becoming a "universalist" who regained the knowledge learned on Earth
And then, nothing?!
Philip even had the idea of looking for Mr. "The Hanged Man" and Miss "Justice" offline to get Russell's diary from them, otherwise it would be too slow.

He sighed, placed the two sheets of paper on the desk, and pressed them down with a pen. After confirming that the windows and curtains were closed, he turned around, looked at Klein lying on the bed, stretched, and muttered:

"It makes me feel like a slave."

"You'll have to get your salary tomorrow night."

Tingen, South District.

The thick grayness obscured the dim light of the early morning. Scattered yet endless groups of people, with numb and pessimistic expressions and exhausted bodies, walked in this land that had begun to be filled with dust.

At this moment, a young lady was blending in at a loss. She raised her hand, gently resting her fingertips on her temple. A hint of doubt appeared in her lifeless eyes. She looked at the people around her and muttered to herself:
"strangeness."

She didn't know why, but whenever she had time, she would involuntarily have the urge to come here, even if it was just to stay here quietly and do nothing.

While murmuring, Megose scratched her head. A dozen strands of her golden hair were pulled down by her white fingers, but she herself did not notice anything and continued to move forward silently.

The golden hair gradually loosened over time and fell naturally to the ground, finally attracting the attention of a man behind him.

The man raised his head, which had been lowered as if by reflex, and looked at the figure in front of him who was wearing a loose green skirt and a lotus leaf hat. The strong sense of incongruity with the factory area made him feel a little kind even though he was completely numb to life.

Driven by curiosity, he walked forward and broke free from the shackles of the dust, but suddenly froze in place, his eyes wide open, his Adam's apple rolling, and he struggled for more than ten seconds, but still dared not make a sound.

In the scene reflected in his pupils, the beautiful woman was grabbing her golden hair in large handfuls in a monstrous amount.

This is so weird.
The man subconsciously held his breath, stopped, and let the other party pass him and continue walking forward.

(End of this chapter)