Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 101: Mission: "If You Can't Save Her", Completed

"Jiu Min! Jiu Min! Sailang! Sailang!" The housekeeper Trash Can struggled frantically in the sack.

The maid raised the mop in her hand high and slammed it down.

Cleaned up.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, guests." The maid, Trash Can, bowed and apologized to Dunn and the other two. "Please don't question our professional ability because of this."

Seeing this brutal scene, Klein couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Dunn began to think about what these things were. They didn't seem like hallucinations, so they were probably some kind of high-sequence product.

Time passed bit by bit, and with the three of them at a loss, Old Neil's body was finally pieced together. There were even a few doctors with scalpels helping to remove the extra eyes from his body.

"First drink the Ma Fei Tang, then split the skull with an axe." A doctor handed over a bowl of Ma Fei Tang while another doctor beside him brandished an axe, eager to try.

"Great, great, great." Old Neil gave a thumbs up to express his admiration.

Dunn immediately stopped him: "Wait, this is too dangerous! We can use ritual magic to help Neil clean up the pollution when we get back!"

"Of course you can stop," the doctor said, spreading his hands. "If the patient doesn't agree, we won't perform the operation."

"Dunn, it seems that the church has no way to cure those who are out of control. At least, we can't access it at this level of confidentiality." Old Neil, holding the numbing soup, persuaded Dunn. He was willing to believe that these things saved his friends.

Yes, given Old Neil's current condition, the best outcome after returning would be to lock him up in the Chanis Gate and let him fend for himself under the influence of the various seals. If he underwent surgery, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

"How about we have our great fortune teller do a divination for me?" Old Neil suggested. "I taught him, so I'm confident in his skills."

Dunn thought it made sense and looked at Klein: "Klein, let's do some divination."

"Ok."

Klein flipped a coin and silently repeated three times, "Old Neil should have surgery."

The coin landed in Klein's palm, heads up, indicating affirmation.

"Captain, the divination results show that this action is correct."

Dunn thought for a long time and finally chose to trust his players.

The doctor trashcans immediately became excited.

One of them planned to wash Old Neil's head before the operation. It poured a bowl of water over Old Neil's head: "Soul juice, pour~ on..."

Dunn's brows furrowed even more tightly; he still felt it was unreliable.

After a satisfying full-bacteria craniotomy, the old man seemed to have truly returned to normal.

Old Neil, sitting on the sofa, stretched his body with a smile: "It seems that I am indeed fine. This really was a false alarm."

"Thank you so much." Old Neil thanked the trash cans.

"You're welcome." One of the doctor trash cans answered. At the same time, four doctor trash cans stood in a row, posing in different bodybuilding postures. The muscles on their bodies showed four big characters: "Hang", "Tong", "Ji" and "Shi".

After the operation, the irritable nurse Trash Can finally agreed to let Dunn and the other two "visit the patient."

"Old Neil, what on earth did you do to make yourself like this?" Dunn came and sat down next to Old Neil and began to understand the situation.

"Oh, that's right. I originally wanted to use Life Transformation to resurrect Sallyst. You know, some high-sequence methods can do it, but unfortunately my sequence seems to be a little short of it." Old Neil seemed a little embarrassed. He didn't intend to cause such a big trouble.

Xing, who was sitting on the short sofa, quietly asked the one-eyed trash can beside him, "So, what sequence do we need to do this?"

The one-eyed trash can answered without even thinking, but his words were mixed with a lot of messy and disordered information, making them incomprehensible.

However, Xing, who possessed the synesthesia beacon, could accurately understand what He meant: "If the time of death is less than an hour, Sequence Four will be sufficient. If the time of death is close to a month, Sequence Zero may be necessary. In his case, he will probably need Sequence Day."

What is the old days? Xing didn't understand, but since it contained the word "old", it should mean something like "the remnants of the old times".

"Then why did you tell him this method?" Xing continued to ask.

One-eyed Trash Can looked up at the stars, seemingly confused as to why she would ask such a question: "Because he asked."

"So that's how it is." Xing understood. It was a very simple truth.

He had no subjective intention to harm anyone, although it did nearly kill Old Neil. But because Old Neil asked, the Hidden Sage answered.

"As expected, all suffering stems from the lack of strength of the person involved." Xing Ming realized, "Since we realize our own insignificance, we should become even stronger."

As he spoke, Xing took out a feather pen from somewhere and refined it in an instant.

"Are you going to evolve too?" the Hidden Sage asked expectantly.

"Yes." Xing Zheng nodded, "I will become a Stand User and awaken a Stand named Mimi."

Xing pointed to her phone and said, "This is what I saw in the preview."

"Wow." The Hidden Sage applauded. "That's amazing! I want a double too."

After saying this, the Hidden Sage began to ponder deeply. Streams of low-sequence, invisible data gathered behind him, forming a trash can.

"That's great! I'll continue pushing the main storyline and get the substitute as soon as possible." Xing continued to play with his phone, "Star Barrel Railway, start!"

Seeing Xing ignore him, the Hidden Sage retracted his "substitute" and continued to daydream. He was still too weak. If he could become a "hermit" or become stronger in other aspects, perhaps he could try to turn the mythical creatures of the Hermit Path into trash cans...

On the other side, Dunn helped the reunited old Neil up from the sofa.

"I'm sorry, old Neil, but we still have to take you back for a full body check-up."

"Of course, of course. I can understand." Old Neil stood up obediently. Having gotten into trouble, he was now as honest as a child.

"You can rest in my house for a while, but remember to close the door when you leave." Old Neil turned to Xing and the trash cans on the sofa and said.

Xing made an OK gesture, indicating that there was no problem.

The captain helped Old Neil onto the carriage, with Klein and Luo Yao following behind. This was Klein's first time dealing with a companion's loss of control, and although he succeeded successfully, he couldn't help but feel mixed emotions.

This time, Xing and the trash cans came to the rescue in time. But if they hadn't arrived, what kind of scene would we see when the captain and I arrived at Old Neil's house?
Old Neil saw Klein's complex emotions and reminded him with a smile, "Don't be confused, little Klein. Do you remember what Dunn taught you during the training?"

"Which one?" Dunn had said so much that he didn't know which one Old Neil wanted to ask.

"Dunne told you that on the first day you joined the Nighthawks." Old Neil didn't let Klein guess for too long. "We are guardians, and we are also a group of pitiful people who are constantly fighting against madness."

These words echoed in Klein's mind, and he felt as if his Mourning Actor potion had been digested a little more.

Old Neil shook his head. "We've been working on this since last night. As we get older, we just don't have the energy. I'm a little sleepy, so I'm going to sleep for a while."

Klein glanced out the window. It was already noon, and the sun was high in the sky.

He smiled and joked, "Good night, old Neil, I wish you a sweet dream."

Old Neil nodded dazedly, "Good night, little Klein."

Klein's spiritual sense suddenly stirred. He tapped his teeth lightly to activate his clairvoyance. He saw a transparent, illusory, almost invisible figure beside Old Neil. This was a special spirit, one he had never noticed before.

More importantly, how dare it get on the Nighthawk's carriage?

This is no longer an ordinary spirit, we must strike hard!
Klein quietly reached out and grasped the sleeping charm hidden in his pocket, ready to give it a hard blow.

But soon, the nearly invisible figure quickly evaporated and disappeared from Klein's eyes.

Klein released the spell, seemingly understanding something.

He didn't believe that this was really the spirit of Old Neil's wife. The spirit of an ordinary person certainly couldn't be preserved for so long. It was most likely the product of a spiritual creature summoned by the ritual and Old Neil's memories of his wife.

Did this count as Old Neil being cheated on? Klein wondered. Because Old Neil hadn't actually died from losing control, Klein was still in the mood for a joke.

As the carriage left, Xing's desire to explore suddenly emerged.

Come to think of it, she hasn't opened the map of Old Neil's house yet.

Xing began to rummage through boxes and cabinets, trying to find treasure chests and resources.

Soon, she finished searching the first floor and started heading to the second floor.

Unlike the first floor which was dirty and messy due to Old Neil's loss of control, the second floor was quite tidy.

Everything looked so neat and orderly, as if there was a real hostess.

Xing explored room by room, but unfortunately some rooms were locked and she couldn't enter.

After all, Old Neil was her friend, so she couldn't just break in. Ultimately, she suffered the consequences of being too rude.

In the last room, she found a strange manuscript.

Life Refinement:

Material……

One of the materials was a large amount of human blood.

Old Neil's note: I might consider drawing my own, accumulating it over and over again, and preserving it with ritual magic.

Xing expressed her confusion: "Why don't you go to the hospital's blood bank to buy blood? Is it because your blood type doesn't match?"

Xing put the manuscript aside. Life Alchemy was worthless to her. She felt that it was not as good as a piece of code that Silver Wolf had casually typed.

In this way, she is actually a product of life, but there is no need to use such complicated materials and rituals.

So the extraordinary people in this world are just lame.

Xing, continue searching.

Soon, she found another document.

This is Old Neil's diary.

Who writes a diary? Writing down your true feelings is for others to see. Therefore, Xing opened the diary without any psychological burden.

I quickly skipped over the previous content. I couldn't understand these stars and didn't want to read them.

Her intuition told her that there should be something at the end.

Turn to the last page:
"If you can't save her, be with her."

Companion mission: "If You Can't Save Her", completed.

　Come~ Let the singing be loud

　　We are in the center of the battlefield
　　Let us be together

　　Shouting slogans of loyalty
　　Hey!
　　Na LiLa, BalaBa
　　Get ready for Chimera

　　Na LiLa, BaLaBa
　　Under the Emperor's light

　　Na LiLa, BalaBa
　　Walking in neat steps

　　Come and shed tears of blood

　　Let's stick together
　　Everyone in their positions

　　Backpack preparation
　　Artillery followed by stormtroopers

　　Take off from the spot
　　Pay attention to your position
　　Remember to compensate for damaged equipment

　　On the battlefield
　　So many delicious things.
　　Who is shouting heresy?

　　No matter how difficult it is
　　Nor retreat
　　Who is the next opponent?
　　lalal
　　La la la la la la
　　lalala
　　lalalalalalalalalala
　　lalala
　　
　
(End of this chapter)