Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 113 The title was stolen by Amon
"Do you need me to stay still?" Amon sat on the sofa, looking very relaxed.

"No need, just don't go too far." Grace replied with a rising tone at the end of her voice.

Amon stroked his chin, looked at Grace, and then turned to Alicia: "Is it really okay to talk like this?"

"Well, oh my, it seems that little Grayshu has been staying with me for too long. I'll have someone else come and mediate a little later, otherwise the lovely Mebius will really come to cause trouble for me." Alicia looked a little distressed.

"Harmony? That's an interesting concept." Amon adjusted his monocle. "For a young human whose mind is still immature, the ability to easily see through [the essence] is still too dangerous."

"Well, you're right. This ability is indeed a burden for little Gresh." Alicia nodded distressedly at first, then changed the subject, "But that's exactly what makes her lovable, isn't it? Imagine, a different little Gresh would appear from time to time. It would be really interesting, wouldn't it?"

Amon nodded in agreement: "It is indeed very interesting."

"Do you need me to help her reconcile later?" Amon asked with interest.

"Hmm..." Alicia thought for a moment, "No need. Just leave it to someone else. Someone will take care of it."

"That's it, okay then."

"Hey, look, here it comes?" Alicia pointed in the direction of the portal.

A green figure ran out of the portal in a hurry.

He was a young man with dark green hair, horns on his head, and a green shirt and black pants. He also had several white strips of cloth hanging from his body, which seemed to be decorations for his clothes.

He ran out of the portal anxiously, rushed to the hall, and looked around.

Finally, he saw the safe and sound Gresh and Alicia standing behind her in the rest area.

The young man was obviously relieved.

Gresh also noticed Kosmo's arrival. Although she was very focused on painting and not easily disturbed by the outside world, she could still notice Kosmo.

"Hi, Kosmo, did you miss me?" Grace waved the paintbrush in her hand.

Kosmo walked to Grayshu, looked at Alicia, and then looked at Grayshu whose eyes were blinking.

(Is this, Grayshue dyed with Alicia's color?)
(I don’t hate it, but I’m still not used to it.)
Kosmo has a lot of inner drama, but he doesn't say it out loud.

"Grayshu..." He hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "I'm glad you're okay."

It’s hard to imagine how nervous he was just now.

Ten minutes ago, after a hard day's work, the prison officer returned home and found that Grace was missing. He felt like the sky had fallen.

Kosmo looked at Alicia: "..."

Kosmo began to think about what to say at this time.

(Alicea, why?)

(You should at least tell me.)
(I searched for Gray for a long time.)
What if something happens to her?

(No, isn't that a bit too unkind of me?)

(After all, we are all companions, so don’t speak too much...)
In the end, Kosmo said nothing and chose to try to condemn Alicia with his eyes.

Alicia looked away guiltily, but soon became confident again.

She just wanted to take Gray out to play, what did she do wrong?

But Alicia still silently took two steps back, allowing Kosmo's presence to mediate Grayshu.

Kosmo: "..."

(Grace...)
(Forget it, Grace is painting now, it’s not nice to interrupt her directly.)
(There’s still plenty of time for reconciliation.)
(There is no rush.)
Kosmo stood behind Grayxiu, watching her paint without saying a word.

After a few seconds, he tried to glance at Amon who was not far away from him with the corner of his eye.

(This is the dangerous man that Pardo mentioned.)
(I should have kept Grace away from him.)
(Or, I could just take direct action to expel him...)
(But I might not be able to defeat him, and it would be bad if Gray was hurt...)
"You seem to have a lot to say to me." Amon said.

Kosmo opened his mouth and said, "No, nothing."

As time passed, Grace's painting gradually took shape.

"Huh?" Amon tilted his head to look at the painting.

He blinked and turned his head to the other side.

"Is this a painting of me?" Amon asked.

"Yeah." Gray nodded obediently.

Hmm? His personality has changed again. So, has he taken on the "color" of that Kosmo? Not quite. So, is it that the two colors "blended" and then faded, revealing his original "color"?

Amon thought with interest.

After finishing the last few strokes, Gray stopped writing and obediently put away her brush and drawing board.

"This is you, Uncle Amon."

The current Grace is completely different from before, it can be said that she is almost two different people.

Amon walked over and wanted to take a closer look at the painting.

But when he was about one meter away from Gresh, he was stopped by Kosmo.

(This person is too dangerous.)
(Don't let dangerous people get close to Grace.)
Kosmo thought so.

"Please stop." Kosmo said, he took the canvas floating in the air and handed it to Amon.

"There's no need to be so wary of me, right?" Amon joked with a smile.

"..."

(I absolutely cannot let him influence Grace. I can’t even imagine Grace becoming like this.)
Kosmo was silent.

"Okay, okay, I spoke too much." Amon began to look at the painting that Gray Xiu drew for him.

"It's a very nice painting, really." Amon commented objectively, "So this is a landscape painting?"

The scene in the painting seems to be a cage. Inside the cage, there is a pair of rotten hands covered with flowers and grass. The hands reach forward and make a releasing gesture, releasing a crow.

A feather fell into the rotten palm, and the crow spread its wings and flew to the end of the canvas, but it was still inside the cage.

Through the gaps between the cages, one could see a sun outside, but the color of the sun was not the usual orange-red, but a slightly transparent white, like a pair of crystal monocles.

Further back, there is a dark sky.

"This is you." Gresh spoke slowly but firmly.

"Really? Then where am I? Is it these hands?" Amon continued to ask.

"It's a crow." Gresh replied.

"I'm a crow? Well, come to think of it, someone did call me that before, calling me Little Crow." Amon nodded, acknowledging that Grayshu said she was a crow.

"Your colors, colorful, mixed, chaotic, mixed together become black." Gresh pointed at the crow's feathers and said.

"So in your opinion, I am colorful?" Such comments are quite rare, and I don't know when the last time I heard a similar comment was.

It’s too long ago, it seems to date back to the time when the ancient sun god was still alive.

"What about these hands? What are these hands?" For some reason, Amon felt that he was particularly concerned about these hands.

"It's your father." Grayxiu's words were beyond Amon's expectations.

The smile on Amon's face froze.

He looked down at the painting again.

The smile on his face faded.

There was a long silence, and then a ray of light from nowhere flashed across the monocle.

Amon raised his head again and adjusted his monocle. His signature smile was now on his face again.

"Heh, interesting."

"Hmm, you seem to smile a lot more now," Alicia interrupted.

"Heh." Amon ignored Alicia and asked Gretchen, "Can I take this painting with me? I mean, can it leave here?"

"Sure." Grace nodded.

Amon turned and looked at the portal in the center of the hall. "I've been here for so long, but I haven't ventured into the depths yet. I've already spent enough time here. See you next time."

After saying that, Amon put the painting away and walked towards the portal.

As they reached the door, Amon turned around and casually said, "Perhaps you could place something clear around her that could point to her. This would probably help stabilize her state and prevent her from always being influenced by others."

After saying that, he hummed an unknown tune and walked into the portal.

…………

Mebius' laboratory.

Mebius sat at her desk, looking at data on her computer. Behind her was Gudako, huddled on the operating table.

At this time, Gudako was naked. She was holding a sheet that came from nowhere, wrapping herself tightly, and huddled in the corner of the operating table, shivering.

If I had known that funny characters would also be...

Well, isn't that right? Isn't this still a win for her?
Gudako suddenly reacted.

She threw the covers off, jumped out of bed and ran towards Mebius.

Exposure? No, the Q-version figurines don't have those details at all.

This is the confidence that 12+ gives her.

She ran to Mebius, raised her head, and looked up at Mebius: "Hey, hey, Grandma Mebius, what are you busy with?"

Mebius glanced down at Gudako.

"There's nothing for you to do here, go play somewhere else."

"Then can I play computer?" Gudako jumped up and grabbed the edge of the desk.

Mebius glanced at Gudako and said, "Put on your clothes first."

"Okay." Gudako let go of her hand and ran to the operating table to find her clothes and put them on. "Okay, what next?"

"Then open the door for me." Mebius said without raising his head.

"Okay." Gudako walked to the door and was about to jump up to pull the door handle.

The door opened by itself.

Mebius kicked Gudako on the butt, and Gudako was kicked out directly.

boom.

The door is closed.

Eh?
What happened?

Am I...being taken advantage of for free?
Gudako tried to open the door, but found it was locked from the inside.

"Wow, wow, you used sweet words to trick me into having sex with you. Now that you've taken advantage of me, you're kicking me out."

Gudako squatted at the door of Mobius, tears bigger than her eyes squeezed out of her eyes.

"She used to call me Sweetie, but now that all the samples have been taken, she's just ignored me."

"Bah, scumbag."

Gudako was crying when a shadow fell from above. She looked up and saw a knight in white armor floating in the air.

"Wow! So handsome!" Gudako's eyes suddenly widened.

She didn't bother to pretend to cry anymore and jumped up from the ground.

It jumped directly onto the knight and climbed up to his shoulders along the uneven parts of the knight's armor.

There sat Grace.

(End of this chapter)