Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 141 A Passing Zhumo School
Wow, it’s a dark history, everyone, get out of here!

Klein glared at Ceris.

Damn beast, what are you doing?
Don't blame me, Mr. Fool. I'm doing this for your future humanity.

Ceris grinned.

I'm doing this for your own good.

Hearing the voice, Alysia and Pado both focused their attention on Serris's phone.

Only Xing was eating.

You guys don't want to eat? That's even better, because you won't have anything to eat later.

Let me show you what storm inhalation is.

"Mi Mi..." The two parties looked at each other in confusion, not knowing whether they should stop it or not.

Alicia's eyes sparkled.

Cyrus hit the play button again.

"Respond to me, Alicia!"

Alicia immediately put her hands on her hips confidently: "Yes, I am. No matter when or where, Alicia will respond to your expectations."

It turns out that I have such a good relationship with Klein in the paradise.

Klein wanted to grab the phone, but he knew very well that he would definitely not be able to defeat Serris.

At this moment, Alicia pulled out a small pink speaker from thin air and said, "I have similar recordings here too."

[Speaker of the Past: Loud Voice] is one of Alicia's special weapons. Together with Kevin's special weapon [Instant Noodles of the Past: Delicious Flavor], it is considered one of the two most powerful weapons in the Past series and is considered the best equipment in the series.

Things like "Poem of Love" and "Clothes of Death" have to be put aside.

I don't know why Alicia brought this with her when she traveled through time.

Alicia pressed the switch to play the recording.

"Mei's horns are so nice to touch!"

"Uh, that's not it." Alicia quickly adjusted it a few times.

Then, Gretchen's voice came through the speaker: "What are you looking at, boy? If you've seen enough, get out of here."

"It's the Thousand Tribulations Colored Grayshu." Alicia explained.

"And Phyllis's..."

"No, Sister Ellie!"

Watching this scene, Klein felt a little envious for no reason.

Wait, why are the dishes on the table getting smaller and smaller? Is this Amon's fault?

Oh no, someone is stealing food.

Although dark history is indeed important, once Chinese food is finished, you don’t know when you will have it again.

…………

When there is no commission, detective work is indeed an easy job.

Of course, the amount of money you can earn each month is not stable.

But this doesn't matter at all, because Klein has long been an authority in the field of "poverty".

Nothing happened the next day, and Klein had a rare opportunity to relax.

On Tuesday night, Klein lay in bed and used meditation to enter a dream state.

This time, he won't be returning to the promised land, but re-entering a new simulated universe.

The feeling of weightlessness faded, and Klein noticed that he was in a ruined royal city. Facing him was a towering temple with a dull red and black theme.

Klein was extremely envious.

This is the church I want!

Instead of Backlund's shabby little house that was even worse than a tavern.

Thorns made of steel entangled the magnificent temple in the center of the royal city, and the machines that seemed to have lost their power supply lay in various corners inside the royal city.

Desolate and dilapidated, with advancement and backwardness coexisting.

This is Klein's opinion of this royal city.

But Klein quickly corrected his thoughts.

Such an idea is too arrogant. He is not qualified to judge whether a civilization is backward.

It seems I've been too arrogant lately, even starting to criticize other civilizations. Klein smiled and shook his head, shaking the inappropriate thoughts out of his mind.

He needs to have a clearer understanding of himself, otherwise he will only lose control.

Looking up, Klein noticed two suns above him. This reminded him of a novel he'd once read called "The Three-Body Problem," though there wasn't much of a connection.

Then, he started walking towards the temple ahead. The huge door was engraved with ancient images and languages ​​from other civilizations.

Crane stepped forward to study it. It described a tyrant.

This planet is called Bereng. The king and civilians of Bereng were deceived by the Masked Fool, which caused the king to lose his life and almost destroyed the civilization.

And what about the Masked Fool? Apparently, his reputation isn't very good.

Then the tyrant decreed that all laughter in the realm be killed.

Laughter can actually be killed? Does it mean that no one can laugh, or that laughter can no longer spread?
Klein began to think about the problem from the perspective of mysticism.

It's also possible that those who come here can't feel happy. However, Klein himself wasn't affected at all, so that's probably not the case. Klein tried to laugh out loud, but the sound faded away the moment it came out.

"Laughing is forbidden here."

Klein heard this command.

Sure enough.

There were traces of explosions on the gate. Klein had seen a faction called the "Armed Archaeology School" in a simulation before, and it felt like this was their work.

"But now, even though the king has passed away, the useless devices in this silent temple continue to operate."

"When you meet the King of Angry, you must offer your anger to him."

Klein cast his gaze upon the inscription, pondering its meaning.

He mobilized the extraordinary ability of the strange doctor and exerted the emotion of "anger" on the gate.

The next second, a desire for destruction and anger surged from his heart, and a faint tremor came from the ground. In the blink of an eye, the steel door was opened to him.

Klein imposed a "calm" emotion on himself, temporarily calming the destructive desire within him.

Then he stepped into the door and saw the king's memories.

This planet has a technology that can transform anger into energy. This is a technology created by the angry king to fight against the locust plague in the universe.

Later, King Anger ruled the planet with high pressure for generations, hoping to generate more anger in this way.

But a person's inner anger has a threshold, and a person's adaptability to the outside world gradually increases. People who live in a high-pressure environment for a long time will feel less and less anger, and as generations pass, newborns may even take this kind of rule for granted.

In order to gain more anger, King Anger's rule became more and more extreme.

Until later, a masked fool passed by the planet. Perhaps for fun, or perhaps for some other reason, he committed a "deception" on both the King of Anger and the common people.

Ultimately, this led to a 300-year-long rebellion, and King An was killed in the temple.

Before his death, King Anger ordered the killing of all laughter in his territory, in an attempt to intensify his "anger" emotion.

But the civilians soon discovered that without the protection of the King of Anger, even if they still produced anger and could still use the magical device, the planet was quickly swallowed up by the swarm of insects.

In desperation, they had no choice but to abandon their home planet and sell themselves to the Interstellar Peace Company.

Coming out of his memory, Klein didn't know how to comment on this matter.

Was the angry king at fault? Apparently not. This was the only solution he could think of. Were the common people at fault? Apparently not.

So was the Masked Fool to blame? It didn't seem so, because Klein saw in his memory that the Masked Fool had merely provided weapons and supplies, and had deceived the Wrathful King to a certain extent, keeping him unaware of the incident before it happened. And after that, whatever the inhabitants of the planet did was their own choice.

The world is not black and white. No one is always wrong, and no one is always right.

Klein felt sorry for this civilization, but he knew he had no right to criticize it from a high position.

Both are correct.

This is the conclusion he came to.

He didn't know whether the Masked Fool did this out of good intentions, but this incident gave Klein a clearer understanding of the Masked Fool.

Maybe they really do whatever it takes to have fun and don't care too much about the consequences.

So, what about Serris? Was he also such an unscrupulous person? Why did he let Klein see this? Klein didn't know.

Perhaps he hoped I could develop my own understanding of "joy" and find my own "aesthetics of joy," Klein speculated.

While thinking, Klein passed through his memories and arrived inside the temple.

He saw a man, a painter who was mixing paints on a palette, and in front of him was a landscape painting, which was the scene inside the temple.

"Actor? Strange doctor? No, none of those. You have a very mixed temperament, but none of them belong to you." Klein approached, and the painter suddenly spoke, "You haven't yet forged your own path, and the path of happiness isn't that suitable for you."

Klein was stunned when he heard this. It was indeed true.

He can see so many things at a glance. Even though he's not squinting, he must be a big shot, Klein thought.

"Hello, who are you?" Klein asked.

"I am a nameless scholar from the Zhumo School. You have no reason to remember me." The painter replied.

The Candle and Ink School. Klein memorized the term. His knowledge was replenished.

Watching the painter's actions, he was a little curious about why he was painting here, but it was his private matter, so Klein didn't dare to ask.

But the painter answered without Kline asking: "Before history is eroded, someone has to copy it."

After saying this, he lightly tapped a few strokes on the canvas, outlining Klein's figure.

"Am I also counted in history?" Klein didn't expect that he would be included in the painting.

"Today is history, and tomorrow is history too. As long as time stretches far enough and far enough," the painter replied, "I will eventually be painted into it."

As they talked, the painting gradually became more complete. When the artist was about to finish, he sighed deeply and bit his brush, as if struggling with how to add the finishing touch.

"The last stroke... What color do you think history is?" the painter suddenly asked Kline.

Klein recalled the memory he had just seen.

"Gray?" he said uncertainly.

"Not bad... that's fine too." The painter thought for a moment and added the final stroke in dark gray. He pressed so hard that he nearly pierced the canvas.

"That's good... You know? There are always people trying to annotate time with characteristics, and there are also people trying to fabricate the past based on incomplete history."

Crane thinks of fictional historians, who seem to try to invent the past.

"But in the face of time, these struggles are meaningless." The painter defined their behavior.

As the last sentence fell, the environment around Klein became dim and distorted, and he headed to the next scene.

(End of this chapter)