Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 155 Message
The crimson moonlight flows like water in the quiet city, and the warm light of the gas lamp illuminates the confusion.

Melissa and Benson sat facing each other on the sofa, staring at the ground in silence.

After a long while, Benson finally spoke, breaking the suffocating silence.

"Go and have some rest. You have to go to school tomorrow and I have to go to work too."

Melissa's eyes regained some spirit, she raised her head stiffly, and said in a daze: "Yeah."

The girl slowly stood up with the help of the sofa and walked towards her bedroom step by step.

Klein's room suddenly appeared in her sight, and Melissa was stunned for a moment.

The girl raised her hand and slowly stroked the wooden door. Her fair hand slid down the door and gently rested on the door handle.

She suddenly gripped the handle tightly, her hands trembling slightly.

After a long time, Melissa closed her eyes in pain and let go of her hand.

She didn't open the room in the end.

Benson followed Melissa, watching her. He stared at the door with a complicated expression, and after several hesitations, he didn't push it open.

Benson averted his gaze, no longer looking at Klein's room, and instead looked at Melissa. He watched his sister enter the bedroom before mechanically walking back step by step.

The room was dim. Benson didn't turn on the gas lamp. He walked slowly to the bed, lifted the quilt, and prepared to rest.

Snapped!
A sudden voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Benson saw something fall out from under the quilt and immediately lowered his head to look at the ground. He could barely make out the face of the thing in the moonlight.

It was a bulging envelope.

Benson immediately picked up the envelope and examined it in his hands.

Was it left by him?
Thinking of this, Benson immediately opened the envelope and took out the contents.

It's gold pounds.

Benson was stunned for a moment, then pulled out all the banknotes, sliding them through one by one, and finally found something different among the banknotes - a piece of white paper with words written on it.

He immediately pulled out a piece of white paper, took two quick steps to the gas lamp, and turned on the light.

Click click click.

Warm light illuminated the room. Benson looked at the note in his hand in the light and saw the words clearly on it - "Zhou Mingrui".

This is... Benson stared blankly at the words on the note. It was a language he had never seen before, but his intuition told him that it was the language of that world, and the "Zhou Mingrui" on the note was his name.

Benson placed the envelope, banknotes, and note on the table and walked towards the bed. He lifted the quilt and found several more envelopes.

Almost impatiently, he picked up the envelopes and opened them one by one, and found the notes with messages inside.

The rest of the note was written in Loenese. Benson read the message carefully in the light of the lamp.

"Maybe it's presumptuous of you to say this, but I still want to tell you that in my heart, Melissa and Benson will always be my family."

"This money was obtained through legal means, so you can use it with confidence."

"The government employment exam system will be implemented soon, so we need to prepare well..."

"I prepared some mechanical parts for Melissa..."

"Melissa..."

"you……"

"..."

Every word of concern and every warning filled Benson's heart with mixed emotions. Klein's death had nothing to do with him, and occupying Klein's body was not his wish. But Benson didn't know how to face this sudden arrival of a family member who had taken over his brother's body. He could only continue flipping through the notes, ignoring everything else.

"18 Minsk Street, Cherwood District, Backlund."

Benson stared at the address blankly, unable to react for a moment.

This is... his address in Backlund?

Why did he give us his address? Did he want us to write to him?

Benson stared at the note in front of him for a long time before putting it down.

He stuffed all the notes and bills back into the envelope, put the envelope in the drawer and closed it.

Benson covered his forehead with his hands, staring down at the table with a complicated expression, his eyes revealing pain and sorrow.

He is going back. It's better for him and for us not to contact him. I just hope he can return Klein's body after he goes back.

……

No. 18, Minsk Street, Cherwood District, Backlund

Klein got up much earlier than usual because he had to go to church for training.

He rubbed his eyes and felt dizzy.

Klein didn't sleep well last night. He lay in bed for a long time before he could finally fall asleep. However, after falling asleep, he kept dreaming. There were many dreams, and they were all nightmares. He wondered if a "nightmare" had come to his dream team building.

"Ha~"

Klein yawned, casually scratched his messy hair, and got up and dressed with half-closed eyes.

After getting dressed, Klein regained some consciousness. He rubbed his face and opened his eyes. He stared at the unfamiliar room for a moment before realizing that he had already left Tingen.

Klein shook his head, straightened his clothes, which were a little messy from half-closed eyes, opened the door and left the room.

The house was very quiet. Klein glanced at the closed door next to him, knowing that Eve might not have woken up yet, and tiptoed down the stairs.

Klein went to the kitchen and opened the cupboard.

There were no ingredients in the cupboard, but there was one loaf of white bread, two loaves of rye bread, a bag of cat food, and a bag of pet biscuits. The rye bread was not the cheap and hard rye bread Klein had eaten before, but a round, soft loaf. It was more expensive than the white bread, but the most expensive item was the bag of pet biscuits.

Humans are truly inferior to cats… Klein complained in his mind as he took the white bread.

He put the white bread on the table and opened the cupboard below, where he saw several glass bottles of milk and goat's milk, as well as some snacks.

Klein walked out of the kitchen with a bottle of milk and a piece of bread.

This is his breakfast today.

After a quick breakfast, Klein stood up and subconsciously tried to grab his cane, but it was empty.

Klein was stunned for a moment, then silently withdrew his hand, pulled down his hat, and quickly walked to the door.

He opened the door and looked at the world outside.

Although the Cherwood District was considered one of the better-off areas in Backlund, there were still no white clouds or blue sky. The air was filled with fog, obstructing people's vision.

Klein walked down the stairs, quickly walked towards the mailbox in the courtyard, and took a look.

No.

It's only been one night, the letter can't be delivered at all... Klein silently comforted himself in his heart, but he also knew that it wasn't that the letter didn't arrive, but that there was no letter at all. Melissa and Benson didn't write to him at all.

It will happen... Klein lowered his eyes and thought to himself... One day, it will happen...

(End of this chapter)