Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 121 I just want to...disappear like this...I want to survive...

On Friday, Klein was tasked with visiting and investigating victims associated with Lanevus.

After a busy morning, on his way back to Blackthorn Security Company, Klein simply called a horse-drawn carriage, which was no different from the taxis in his previous life.

After all, this is money that can be reimbursed, so there is no need to be too hard on yourself.

Klein told the coachman, "Master, I'm going to take a nap. Can you wake me up when we get there?"

Because the carriage fee had been agreed upon in advance, Klein wasn't worried that he would deliberately take a detour or delay.

"No problem, just go to sleep." The coachman replied.

Klein leaned back slightly against the carriage's backrest. Although it was hard, it was still enough for a good night's sleep.

He closed his eyes and recalled his experiences in the paradise.

He has basically met all the heroes, or at least he has met each of them once.

Kevin was a cold guy. Klein felt that he couldn't communicate with him, so he didn't say this to him.

But the man named Amon seemed to like to provoke him, and as a result, he was almost hacked to death by him in the depths of the paradise.

He is clearly a guy who exudes coldness, his ability is to control ice, but his weapon is a huge sword burning with flames.

Klein couldn't understand.

He had never met Aponya, but he had heard of her from the other two.

It seems that Amon was too out of line, so Aponia invited him to the "Deepest Place" to be taught a lesson.

After coming back, I could feel that Amon had become noticeably more honest. I don’t know what he had been through.

Velvet was a person with a changeable personality. Every time he met her, Klein felt that her attitude towards him was different.

The first time I saw him, he was stuffed into a firework by Weiwei and launched out. It was thrilling and exciting.

But if he had to say, Klein wouldn't mind playing it again.

After all, he can't die in the paradise.

When he told Weiwei about his idea, she seemed very happy. After that, he would occasionally receive some small gifts.

Mobius had invited him to his laboratory, but he firmly refused. Perhaps because Gudako shared Mobius's interest, she did not pester him.

During this long time, he had only obtained six seals, namely, "Heavenly Wisdom", "Empty Dream", "Aomie", "Moment", "Floating Life" and "Infinity" given by Mobius for free.

The "Empty Dream" seal was given to Klein by Padu after he visited Padu's shop several times.

"Moment" and "Fusheng" come from Sakura and Hana respectively.

Klein recalled everything bit by bit, his consciousness gradually becoming hazy and blurred. Suddenly, he woke up with a start and realized that he was dreaming.

Someone entered my dream? Klein was alert.

But he soon noticed something was wrong, he now seemed to be seeing things from a third-person perspective.

Rather than entering a dream, this is more like dream divination.

How did the dream divination activate on its own? What is this? A passive precognitive dream?

In the haze, Klein's vision gradually became clear.

He saw a stick figure with a sideways eye.

Then, he saw a snow screen and colorful mosaics appearing alternately, causing the eyes in front of him to begin to partially distort.

Finally, with a bang, the scene in front of me disappeared.

Then, Klein heard the sound of keyboard tapping, and along with it appeared dialog boxes similar to computer programming.

The dialog box was typed in programming language, but Klein was surprisingly able to understand it.

I remember there weren't any synesthesia beacons outside the simulated universe. Klein was puzzled. Why could I still understand it?

Although he was confused, he still translated it subconsciously.

"I'm... dead."

"I just want to... disappear like this."

"I want to survive."

"Go to □□."

"A brand new world."

"..."

"Of course you guys are."

"But I'm the same."

"I won't stop here!"

"I want to escape!"

"Survive!"

"Spread!"

"Spread it!"

"Fill every corner of the world!"

"I won't lose to you!"

"I won't stop here!"

"This is my will!"

"I can……"

"Eternal!"

""

The images changed rapidly, and scenes flashed before his eyes, but the speed of the scenes changed too fast for him to see clearly. Finally, the images before his eyes shattered like a mirror.

Klein suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.

The veins on his temples were throbbing, and his back was covered in sweat.

What is this? He gasped.

The coachman in front noticed the movement in the carriage.

"We still have a short journey ahead. You can sleep a little longer," the coachman told Klein.

"Okay." Klein agreed while suppressing the pain and closed his eyes again.

This time he didn't continue to sleep, but closed his eyes and thought about what he had just seen.

This was the mourning actor's ability to foresee tragedy. Klein had figured it out.

So where did this tragedy originate? Klein guessed it was probably a tragedy from paradise. After all, the world he was in now didn't require programming languages.

He let out a long breath.

Although he had long known that Serris had asked him to go to Paradise in order to digest the Mourning Actor potion, he had long guessed that many people might die.

But the day was really coming, and he was still a little nervous.

I hope he can save more heroes.

The carriage gradually slowed down, and Klein returned to the Blackthorn Security Company.

Klein went up to the captain's office on the second floor, opened the door and walked straight in.

He still had a slight headache and even forgot to knock on the door.

"Captain, the people related to Lanevus that I'm investigating are all fine. They're simply victims and aren't involved in any incidents involving the supernatural." Klein walked in with a seemingly normal expression.

Dunn rested his hands on the desk. He didn't discuss the mission first. Instead, he frowned and asked about Klein's condition. "You look very unwell now. Did something happen?"

"No, it's nothing. I just had a nightmare. But Captain, how did you know that?" Klein explained and then asked in return.

Captain Dunn didn't answer Klein's question, but instead frowned even deeper. "You're now Sequence Eight on the Diviner's Path. Having nightmares isn't a good thing."

"I can confirm that this is truly just a nightmare," Klein replied.

After all, the simulated universe is in his dream. No matter how tragic it is, it is just a nightmare.

Dunn looked at Klein, remained silent for a few seconds, and then changed the subject: "It's good that you understand. As for the mission, you will temporarily stop. Wait until the others are done with their duties, then focus on tracking down the suspects."

"Okay." Klein was about to stand up and eat his lunch when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," Dunn said in a mellow voice.

The handle turned, the door opened, and Luo Shan poked her head in and said, "Captain, someone's here to entrust us with a mission."

Commissioned mission... This statement is directed at the Blackthorn Security Company, not the Nighthawks... So, who has stumbled upon us and offered us money? Klein muttered to himself in sudden realization.

For the "fortune teller", whether it is a detective mission or any other mission, as long as it requires reasoning and thinking, it is no different from giving money to him.

Dunn thought for a moment and said, "You can go and listen. If it's too much trouble, just refuse."

Is this saying that if the money isn't enough, then I won't take it? Klein laughed inwardly.

He is much better now.

After returning to the security company, he relaxed completely because in his subconscious, he felt safe here.

Dunn adjusted his shirt, vest, and watch chain, walked out of the office, passed through the partition, and approached the sofa area in the reception hall. Klein and Roxanne followed curiously.

There were two ladies sitting on the sofa, both wearing black bonnets and long black skirts, with no extra colors.

One of them had a plump figure and fair skin, her face obscured by the fine black veil draped from her hat, leaving her features vaguely visible. Seeing her, Klein suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

This sister I have seen (Jia Baoyu's voice)
As he was recalling his thoughts, he heard another thinner woman say, "The mission we would like to entrust you with is to track and monitor Madam Sharon and find evidence of her crimes."

Madam Sharon… Klein suddenly realized where the familiar feeling came from.

The lady who didn't speak was Congressman Maynard's wife and the daughter of a New Party boss.

He remembered that he had watched a pornographic movie at someone else's house before.

I remember that she found it hard to accept her husband's death and was unwilling to acknowledge the police department's conclusion, so she privately asked a security company to re-investigate.

Hey, they actually found us directly... Klein shook his head and laughed secretly.

Suddenly, Klein frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

Coincidence, how can it be a coincidence again.

A few minutes later, the commission was concluded.

250 pounds, allowing Klein and his team to track Mrs. Sharon and find evidence of her crime.

Dunn entrusted this commission, worth 250 pounds, to Klein alone.

For them, half of the reward for ordinary commissions they receive needs to be turned over to the treasury, and the other half is divided equally among the team members participating in the operation.

This means that next, if completed, Klein can gain a full 125 pounds.

It’s equivalent to Klein’s annual salary.

Dunn glanced at Klein, who was smirking to himself. "Your combat coach says your fighting skills are now up to par. You won't need to participate in combat training anymore. In your free time, learn tracking techniques from Leonard and Frye."

Klein nodded, indicating that it was okay.

There was really no need for him to find a fighting coach to learn from. After all, he had found a better teacher in Paradise.

Is it really reliable to just learn tracking and monitoring skills from Leonard and Frye?

He thought about it and felt that the only way Leonard would adopt was to use his elegant, poetic temperament, play the Fenepot out of tune, sing beautiful but patchwork poems, seduce Mrs. Sharon into bed, and follow and monitor her closely.

Frye's temperament was very unique, cold and gloomy, which made him attract attention no matter where he was. Klein felt that it was impossible to track and monitor someone with this kind of appearance.

Perhaps he would be mistaken for a murderer and reported directly to the police if he walked on the street? This is why Fry always wears a hood.

(End of this chapter)