Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 93 The Wolf That Eats Fortune Tellers

Eve looked away.

The corpse wasn't dangerous; Klein could easily handle it with his abilities. He was just frightened.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed his temple, then lowered his eyes to look at Melissa.

"Is Teacher Eve tired?" Melissa asked as she saw Eve rubbing her temples.

"No." Eve put her hand down and said.

“Hmm…” Melissa glanced at the clock on the wall, hesitated for two seconds, and said, “My brother should have returned home. I need to go back.”

“Well,” Eve picked up the music box with both hands, bent her arms forward, and handed it to Melissa. “If you like it, I can lend it to you. Just return it to me tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.”

"Thank you." Melissa placed one hand on the music box and pushed it back slightly, waving her hand and saying, "No, I don't need it."

She simply enjoyed the process of disassembling the music box, studying its internal structure, and then putting it back together.

Hearing this, Eve nodded and put the music box back on the shelf.

"goodbye teacher."

"See you."

Eve took two quick steps to open the door, moved sideways to let Melissa pass, and stood at the door to watch her leave.

"Meow~"

A black cat jumped down from the windowsill.

"You still remember to come back," Eve turned her head and complained. She glanced inside the house and saw Ruirui, looking lazy, lying on the carpet washing her face. "Come here, let's go have dinner."

"No, meow, I've already eaten," Ruirui squinted her eyes and made a gurgling sound in her throat as she explained, "Sherman took me to a literary salon."

"Literary salon," Eve complained, "that's not for eating."

"I'm just a cat," Rarity said, opening her eyes and adjusting her posture, tucking all four legs under her. "Do you want me to discuss Russell's literary achievements with them, meow?"

"Okay, okay," Eve said, a trace of sadness on her face, pressing her chest, "Looks like an old man like me will have to spend dinner alone."

Rarity rolled her eyes rudely at Eve.

The girl laughed twice and went out alone to have dinner.

When Eve returned home, crimson moonlight had already filled the streets. He sat at his desk, turned on the gas, and pulled a mechanics book from a tall stack. His fingertips traced the side of the book, pausing, his nails digging slightly into the book. He lifted it with force, and turned to the page he had last read.

The girl supported her face with her right hand and read sideways. Two minutes later, she changed to supporting her face with her left hand, and after a while, she changed back again, changing the posture back and forth several times.

Ten minutes later, Eve picked up the tea set on the desk, poured herself a glass of water, and sighed silently in her heart: "Bad habits can never be changed."

When studying, she always thinks about slacking off, especially when she is at home. She drinks water or eats a biscuit after studying for two seconds. This is a bad habit of Eve in her previous life. She has not changed some of the bad habits in her previous life in this life, and she does not plan to change them.

Eve raised her head and drank the water in the teacup. Then she put the cup down and thought to herself, "Study, study!"

Ruirui had already jumped onto the bed and curled up in the quilt.

It was rare for him to come home so early, and he ignored Eve.

……

It was past eleven in the evening. The Moretti siblings had said goodnight to each other and retired to their rooms. Eve emerged from the dressing mirror and entered Klein's room.

"Hi, Zhou Mingrui," Eve waved, as if meeting an old friend after a long separation. "How have you been lately?"

Klein really wanted to roll his eyes at Eve, but that was too ungentlemanly. However, he thought that he didn't need to be a gentleman in front of his older sister, so he rolled his eyes anyway.

"You clearly know this," Klein couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand, his tone filled with helplessness, "I'm going to have a psychological trauma."

"What exactly is on Mount Honachis?" Klein couldn't help but ask. He heard "Honachis...Fregera..." when he was promoted, and also heard "Honachis...Fregera..." from the corpse's mouth. When he was helping someone with divination at the Fortune Teller Club, he saw a palace directly. All of this made him extremely curious about Mount Honachis.

"There's a wolf on the distant Hornachis Peak that eats the fortune tellers' wolves," Eve said softly, her low voice blending with the crimson moonlight, bringing a hint of eeriness. "What's left over is hung from the beams and made into bacon, which we keep as food reserves."

The corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he looked at Eve in silence.

"What you said sounds like 'Children who don't sleep will be taken away by wolves.'" Klein looked a little sad. He missed his parents a little. This was obviously not the case when he was away from home before.

Klein subconsciously tried to tighten his grip on his cane, but missed. He casually released his grip and said, "The difference is that yours should be somewhat believable. That wolf is a high-sequence member of the Diviner Path, right?"

Eating the fortune teller reminded him of the extraordinary characteristics, which should be the extraordinary characteristics of eating the fortune teller.

"By the way, will that wolf eat people?"

Klein imagined a house full of hanging people. No, if they were made into bacon, would they still have human form?

Hanging in that room is...

Klein gasped, frightened by his own imagination.

"Of course not," Eve said, "that wolf doesn't eat people."

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Eve, and complained, "Be careful or someone will sue you for defamation."

"Don't worry," Eve waved her hand, her eyes filled with mixed emotions as she said, "He can't sue."

Him.

Klein keenly captured "Him". It seemed that the wolf was actually an angel.

He was not surprised. Compared to the stupid Sequence Seven colleague who had an angel in his body, the unreliable angel sister had an old angel friend, no, an old wolf, which seemed very normal and reasonable.

"Are you still going to Rhodes Islands tonight?" Eve asked.

"Of course," Klein nodded. Although the psychological trauma had not yet disappeared, he still wanted to earn some gold pounds. "After I get this bounty, I can hire a craftsman to make an extraordinary item."

"Artisan..." Eve touched her chin and thought, "Have you considered letting Melissa take the path of a generalist? She's a good fit for a generalist and has some self-protection skills. If she can become a 'craftsman', she can earn a considerable income."

Klein immediately shook his head. He didn't want Melissa to be exposed to the dangerous extraordinary world.

But the good income...

Klein shook his head, dismissing the idea. "Craftsman" was Sequence Six. By the time Melissa became a "Craftsman," the civil service system would likely have been implemented. By then, Benson would have a stable and substantial income.

"Well," Eve shook her head indifferently. "He" was just asking casually. "Then let's go."

Eve placed her hand on Klein's shoulder, and in an instant, the world turned into an oil painting.

(End of this chapter)