Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 228 The Memory Stealer

Russell nodded as a return gesture.

The dealer didn't care either. He just used ten robotic arms to distribute chips and cut the cards elegantly.

"Isn't it said to be similar to roulette? This doesn't look like it." Russell supported his head with one hand.

"With a certain probability, you'll uncover the world's most wonderful memory," the dealer explained, placing a deck of cards in front of Russell. "You might also uncover something secret, something that should never be revealed. If your luck is bad, the consequences could be very dangerous."

"That's certainly interesting." Russell raised an eyebrow. "So what about the stakes? What do I need to pay?"

"You don't have to pay anything, just flip the cards." The dealer finished playing the cards and laid them out in front of Russell.

"So kind?" Russell smiled and turned over one of the cards.

Nothing happened.

"Where are the memories?" Russell asked.

"It seems you drew a blank card. While the probability is low, it does happen quite often," the dealer explained. "How about you try drawing another one?"

Russell's mustache twitched, he glanced at the dealer with a half-smile, and reached out to flip over the second card.

The scene before my eyes suddenly became like rippling water, and different memories replaced the original picture.

A huge tetra fish swam past his hand. The beautiful coral in front of him was shaking its reef corners, and star fragments were flowing everywhere. He reached out to catch them, but the fragments went straight through his hand.

"This memory doesn't seem to be interesting," Russell said. "No, I think it's meaningless, but you might not."

"You want to steal my memory? Are you ready to watch a horror movie?"

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Klein walked into a deserted alley. A brilliant halo of light squeezed out the shadows. An unfinished painting was quietly placed on an easel in the corner, as if waiting for someone to perfect it.

Klein, who had no idea of ​​his own artistic abilities, immediately felt called to duty. He took a look from a distance and then walked towards the painting.

Klein looked down and saw the bored monster frozen on the paper, waiting for someone to redraw it and give it substance through "illusion."

As for how Klein knew this.

Because there is a note next to it, and that's what the note says.

Klein, who had long since left the Church of Evernight and escaped the curse, picked up the pen with considerable confidence.

He believed that with his artistic talent, it would be easy for him to draw it with just a few strokes.

Klein swiped his brush with a flourish, imitating Picasso's paintings. The paint splattered onto the paper like aged dirt on the face of a sleeping monster.

There was no response, the monster did not wake up.

It seems that it does not recognize Kline's abstract art from another universe.

It's really tactless.

"Mr. World?" A voice came from behind Klein.

Klein, maintaining the face of Gehrman Sparrow, turned around and happened to meet the gaze of Justice Audrey, who was shielding herself from view.

Because they often meet in the simulated universe, except for Russell, the other two usually keep a disguise in the simulated universe.

"Good evening, Miss Justice." Klein pushed the relic that had transformed into gold-rimmed glasses against his face. "It looks like you're having a sweet dream."

He made a joke.

"Yes, every Tuesday's dream is beautiful enough." Audrey smiled and nodded.

She turned her head and looked at the stunning work behind Klein, her lips slightly parted, apparently shocked by Klein's art.

"Not bad, right?" Klein pointed with his backhand.

"Hmm..." Audrey thought for a moment and gave a response that was both emotionally intelligent and conscientious. "It's pretty good. Much better than the paintings of a friend of mine named Susie."

Although he didn't know who it was, Miss Justice's friend was probably some noble lady. Klein nodded seriously. That was right.

It was definitely not his fault that the monster could not be "painted", it must be because the paint was of poor quality.

As long as he buys the best paint, he can easily draw not only monsters but even an antimatter army.

It's really unlucky.

"Can I try it?" Audrey stepped forward and glanced at the notes next to the canvas.

"Of course." Klein stepped aside and handed the paintbrush to Audrey.

More than ten minutes later, thanks to Audrey's best efforts, the one-eyed and one-legged monster was reborn.

It first thanked Audrey, then looked at Klein fearfully. Then, without looking back, it fled this dangerous place.

It doesn't seem to be a paint problem.

Has this world really gone mad? Klein wondered.

It's so pitiful. It seems I have to ask Serris to fix this simulated universe.

As the monster ran away, the scene around Klein and Audrey began to fade.

The colors became dim and gradually began to twist and merge together.

When the picture became clear, the two people had already appeared and changed the map.

Audrey was still curiously gazing at the surrounding scene, but Klein immediately understood where they were.

He clicked his tongue.

Why is it Pinocchio again?

This planner didn't make a new map, right?
…………

The scenery before my eyes shattered and returned to normal.

Along with the scenery, the dealer in front of him was also shattered.

The dealer's body was quickly stained black, and unreal, distorted eyes grew out from all over his body.

Then, he quickly exploded, turning into a pile of twisted black flesh, like a wriggling shadow.

Then, organs began to grow on these black lumps of flesh, twisting, intertwining, and hybridizing to produce new lumps of flesh.

"It seems that you have seen something extraordinary." Russell sat calmly, watching the performance in front of him.

These black pieces of flesh are no longer satisfied with mating on their own.

They began to intersect with the floor, began to intersect with the chairs, began to intersect with the gaming table along the legs.

The areas contaminated by the black flesh quickly turned black, and began to grow eyes, granulations, and organs.

"Heh." Russell chuckled. These pieces of meat and contaminated objects were quickly deleted like revoked codes on a computer.

Russell placed his hands on the tabletop, watching the contaminated objects disappear. After making sure there was no residue left, he stretched his neck.

"After watching a good show, I won't pursue the matter of you stealing my memory."

The world before him crumbled, and Russell knew it was time to change the map.

He did not stand up, but just stroked his beard.

I hope he won’t be thrown directly to the ground after changing the map.

When the image was reconstructed, Russell noticed that he was still sitting, his buttocks dangling in the air. He didn't fall down, but was supported by his legs.

"Oh, looks like my luck is down." Russell stood up calmly and straightened his clothes. "I thought I could teleport to the chair."

(End of this chapter)