Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 161 Backlund Urban Tales
Late at night, St. Estin Hospital.

Sobs and choking sounds are the constant melody in the hospital.

Such sounds often attract wild evil gods that come out to look for food.

For example, a big black cat wearing a top hat.

In a ward.

A murmuring sigh was heard in the room. It was from a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, sitting on a chair next to the bed.

On the hospital bed was a little boy who looked only six years old.

The middle-aged man leaned on the back of the chair and fell asleep, but he seemed to be dreaming about something and sighed in his dream.

The middle-aged man was just an ordinary worker, but his living conditions were much better than most of Backlund's lower-class people. At least his salary alone was enough to barely support a family of three.

Including his wife who worked as a laundress, they were able to scrape together enough money to send their son to grammar school.

But just a few days ago, their son was diagnosed with a serious illness. The couple didn’t know what the illness was, but they only knew that it would cost a lot of money to treat their son.

There was nothing they could do, so they had to let their son give up his studies and stay in the hospital to try treatment.

They don’t know if this disease can be cured, but even if it can, they probably won’t have enough money to send their son to school.

The father was asleep, but the boy was still asleep. He was too hurt to sleep. He covered his face with the quilt and cried softly, like a baby animal.

The crying continued for a while without stopping, but the father, who had been tired all day, did not wake up.

The boy suddenly felt touched and lifted the quilt. He saw a dark shadow standing beside the bed. In the absence of electricity, the boy could not see who the shadow was. He thought that his crying had affected his father, so he quickly covered his mouth.

Looking at the child in front of him, Klein activated his clairvoyance and observed the boy's physical condition.

Lung cancer, already in the late stage.

However, this kind of thing is not difficult for him to solve.

With his level of expertise, it is impossible to eradicate the cancer cells that have already spread. After all, he is not a professional doctor, but he has a more convenient, simpler and more brutal method.

He first used the extraordinary ability of the strange doctor to change the structure of his internal organs, turning his lungs into a flat piece of paper and sticking it to the side. Then he used a similar paper man to create an illusory lung, temporarily filling the original position and replacing the original function.

Then, Klein raised his hand, reached forward, and "carried" the "tragedy" of the boy's cancer onto his own shoulders.

Then, before the cancer cells in his body spread, he opened his chest, removed the fake lungs, and restored his original lungs.

But what the children saw was a completely different scene.

The boy saw a faint light suddenly appear on the man in front of him, which allowed him to barely see the man's appearance. He was a terrifying man wearing a gorgeous suit and without facial features.

Then, in front of him, the man inserted his left hand into his chest and took out a bloody, still twitching lung.

The fake lungs made from the paper figurine were certainly not blood red, but after being in the body for quite some time, they were already soaked in blood.

The boy covered his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound. He felt like his heart was about to explode as he stared at the strange man in front of him.

As if Klein felt that this was not "terrifying" enough, his head suddenly split open into four pieces. Inside the head were sharp mouthparts, and in the center of the skull was an exposed, pale brain.

The boy could no longer bear it and a shrill scream came out of his mouth.

A few hours later, Klein walked comfortably on the quiet and dark streets, happy that he had put on a grand performance.

He looked at the elegant gas street lamps on both sides and looked forward to the Candy Knight potion.

It’s not that he’s so short of means of attack right now, but that’s candy.

Although sugar was still available in this era, it was mainly enjoyed by the wealthy class.

Candy is considered a medicine here, known for its digestive properties and soothing properties. At banquets held by the nobility, candy is often used as a symbol of wealth and status, with elaborate sugar sculptures decorating tables.

Although ordinary people can also afford sugar, the sugar supplied to ordinary people is obviously not as delicious. For example, Klein once tried the milk candy sold to ordinary people.

It was expensive and tasted bad. Klein felt it wasn't as sweet as little Grace calling "Big Brother" in Paradise.

As a sweet lover, he is now looking forward to being promoted to Candy Knight and achieving candy freedom.

I think I've figured out the requirements of acting to a certain extent. Perhaps I can expand on the foundation of Mourning the Actor... On the streets of Backlund at night, Klein's thoughts wandered aimlessly.

Last night, he used phlogiston and flame-jumping to run through all the hospitals in Backlund and Pritz Harbor, leaving behind all kinds of horror stories while treating critically ill patients.

He guessed that the "奇谈" in the name "奇谈怪医" should be a key point. Combined with his abilities, it might mean something like a supernatural legend or a horror story.

Once these things spread, he believed that he would receive a lot of feedback and take a solid and huge step towards digesting the potion.

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The next day, at a sprawling, spectator-free racetrack on the outskirts of Queens, Audrey led her little white horse, Sunshine Rainbow, her head lowered to read a newspaper. Susie, her golden retriever, squatted obediently at her feet, carrying a small leather bag on her back worth three months' worth of Klein's salary.

This small backpack made of genuine crocodile leather is Susie's favorite.

Audrey was wearing white trousers and knee-high black boots today. Her upper body was a simply decorated women's shirt with a waist-hugging black jacket-style rider suit, and a protective helmet in the same color. She looked unusually cool and beautiful in a different way than usual.

Audrey held a copy of the Tussock Morning Post in her hand, half leaning on the little white horse, and reading the contents with her head down.

Suddenly I felt something ruffling my hair. I turned my head and saw the little white horse also looking down at the newspaper.

Audrey looked at the little white horse in surprise: "Miss Sarah, can you understand it too?"

Miss Sarah is the name Audrey gave to the little white horse. After all, she can't call her the Sunshine Rainbow Little White Horse every day.

Miss Sarah snorted and nodded.

Although she had thought that the pet Mr. Devil sold her would be very smart, Audrey never imagined that a horse could actually read a newspaper.

"But who did you learn Rune Language from?" The clever Audrey suddenly discovered the key point.

It can't be that you are born knowing it, right?

Sarah raised her head, pointed her nose at Susie, who was lying on the ground, and called out softly, "Nei."

Audrey glanced at Susie and nodded in understanding.

It's Susie, that's not surprising.

I flipped through it casually and saw a title: "Urban Tales: Faceless Angel Appears in Hospital".

Audrey was attracted by the title and read the content below.

"According to reporters, similar supernatural events occurred in several hospitals in Backlund last night."

"More than 200 critically ill patients claimed to have seen a faceless monster at night. It would sneak into the rooms of critically ill patients late at night, remove their own organs, and replace the injured and diseased parts of the patients."

"After the replacement, the weirdo will split his head open to expose his brain. Some patients speculate that this is the weirdo's way of expressing celebration and joy."

"The patients affectionately called it the faceless angel and expressed their desire to thank it."

"In response to this, the three major churches have expressed their willingness to commend this virtuous person and have prepared a bonus of over 100,000 pounds. I hope the Faceless Angel will go to the church to claim it..."

Audrey's inspiration struck her as she recalled the path to happiness Mr. Devil had introduced at the Tarot meeting, and she suddenly had a guess.

"So this could be a member of the Church of Joy playing the role of a strange doctor?" Audrey pondered. "If that's the case, maybe I can help promote him..."

As a follower of Mr. Fool, Audrey felt that she could help this gentleman who was saving lives in the hospital.

She planned to give some guidance to the others after returning, and to show that "Backlund's most shining gem is interested in this matter."

I believe that it won’t be long before the story about the faceless angel becomes widely circulated, with several different versions appearing.

Not far away, Hugh, who was disguised as Viscount Greylint's attendant, glanced at Audrey's long, straight legs with envy and unconsciously stood on tiptoe.

"Pure equestrianism is meaningless. It only becomes viable when combined with hunting. Of course, I'm referring to male equestrianism. A beautiful lady riding a horse is a sight to behold no matter what she does." Grellant looked at Audrey and said half with emotion and half in a joking tone.

Hearing the sigh of Viscount Glint not far away, Audrey put away the newspaper and walked towards the two of them with a smile on her face.

Today, she planned to assign the task she had received from Mr. World, regarding the investigation of Lanevus, to Xio and Fors.

After a brief mission briefing, Audrey bowed gracefully, said goodbye to the two, put on her gloves, climbed onto her horse, and walked along the track.

Susie followed happily behind and started walking her pet person.

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That evening, Klein, who had managed to sneak back, arrived at Minsk Street before dark. Today, he received a commission from a reporter to accompany the reporter to a brothel for an interview.

So, Klein was out today, hanging out in a brothel all day.

When he got home, he found his mailbox stuffed with various subscribed newspapers. Even without looking at them, he knew that the newspapers must contain the urban news he had written last night, because he clearly felt the large amount of magic potion being digested today.

He took the newspapers, went into the living room, sat on the sofa, lit the wall lamp, and flipped through the papers casually.

He smiled when he saw the report about himself.

A faceless angel?

Leaning back on the sofa, he closed his eyes and began to look forward to tonight's simulated universe and new light cone.

(End of this chapter)