Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 249 248 A Nightmare

"Yes, it's like a ship cruising on the sea and seeing a lighthouse guiding the direction."

No. 32 Red Rose Street, fourth floor, in Dunn Smith's office.

It would be a lie to say that it was not strange or suspicious that a familiar image appeared before the Night Watcher in this form.

"Indeed, the Antigonus family's notes are very likely an item strongly connected to the Diviner's Path... Although the Secret Order has been relatively quiet in recent years, appearing to be quite obedient among many secret organizations, intelligence gathered from within the church suggests that the Order clearly has significant problems..."

"They're chasing items from the diviner's path. Regarding the disappearance of the Antigonus family notebook at Tingen University, it seems Nix Miller of the Secret Order hasn't had time to do anything yet. Perhaps they've found a way to circumvent the ritual magic used to monitor the notebook, leading to its disappearance..."

Klein quietly listened to the information exchanged between several seniors.

When she said, "The Secret Order has mastered the Diviner's Path," Daly smiled and winked at Klein.

"So, this is one of the reasons why you, Klein Moretti, became a fortune teller."

"As a direct victim of the disappearance of the Antigonus family notes and its impact, your inspiration can help us gain an advantage to some extent."

Klein suddenly felt a bit stressed, but Dunn Smith quickly said, "Don't worry too much. If we can't handle it, someone who can will come."

For example, the high-ranking officials of Miskatonic University? Or the high-ranking Nightwatchmen of the Church of Evernight? Those demigods?

Klein thought of this.

After discussing some other information, Pettigrew sent Klein, who had just become a fortune teller, back to 47 Golden Rose Street.

"For the time being, you should familiarize yourself with the various abilities of a fortune teller. Well, starting tomorrow afternoon, you will come to 32 Red Rose Street. My grandfather will explain to you some appropriate ritual magic and the mystical knowledge you need to master."

"Okay, Officer Neal."

"Just call me Pettigrew. After all, if nothing unexpected happens, we'll be colleagues from now on."

Pettigrew hurried off, looking really busy.

Klein watched the carriage leave, said goodbye to the landlady, and returned to the family apartment at the end of the second-floor corridor.

"Klein? You're back."

At home, Melissa and Benson seemed to have been back for a while. Yesterday's explanation barely convinced Benson and Melissa.

It was almost seven o'clock. Melissa and Benson hadn't waited for Klein to come back, so they had to cook first.

But coincidentally, Klein returned before Benson finished cooking.

"What's good to eat tonight?"

Klein inhaled the aroma of potatoes in the air while chatting with his sister.

"Hmm, braised pork, Chinese sausage, tofu, and Benson made fried rice... By the way, Klein, are you free tomorrow?"

"What's wrong?" Klein asked after thinking about his schedule for tomorrow.

"Benson and I want to go see Mom tomorrow," Melissa said.

Klein was in a trance for a moment, but Melissa didn't notice anything unusual.

He dug out the original body's family relationships from the original body's memories. The original body's mother seemed to have always been in poor health and had lived in St. Peter's Hospital in Tingen City for many years...

To be honest, he has not yet met his original father and mother.

Klein pondered for a moment, seemingly thinking about what he needed to do tomorrow. After a while, he asked, "Is tomorrow morning okay? I have something to do this afternoon."

You can stay at home in the morning, but in the afternoon you need to go to No. 32 Red Rose Street for some occult education.

"Yeah, no problem."

Melissa nodded.

Melissa is currently attending classes at the High School affiliated with Tingen University. The school will be conducting a security check tomorrow morning, so they've given the students half a day off. Benson, on the other hand, is taking tutoring classes after school. He recently quit his job and is preparing for the entrance exam to Tingen University's law department, so he also has more free time.

That's why Melissa wanted to go see her mother.

Klein nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Hey, the busy guy is back?"

At this moment, Benson walked out of the kitchen and said to Klein with a smile, "Great, you're just going to enjoy yourself here without doing anything... Serve the dishes. Melissa, you go serve the rice."

"Okay." Klein smiled.

Melissa filled each of her brothers' bowls with rice.

This is the daily life of an ordinary person.

Klein thought of his real parents and friends with mixed feelings.

I don’t know whether they are living well in their original world. I wonder if his original body has disappeared or died suddenly?

Or perhaps, Klein Moretti traveled back in time and entered his original body?

Klein, feeling mixed emotions, guzzled two bowls of rice.

Benson didn't grab the last piece of braised pork...

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Perhaps because he had become a fortune teller, Klein had a rare dream at night.

He dreamed of himself before he traveled through time. He stood in his room, looking around in a daze at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment.

At some point, a crimson moon, unlike the bright white moon, rose outside the window. A hemp rope hung in the air in the middle of the house. Klein was dazed in his dream, feeling an inexplicable attraction to the hemp rope and its knot.

Unconsciously, Zhou Mingrui, who had turned back to his original appearance, walked under the rope. The hemp rope fell quietly, and he put his head into the knot that just passed through his head.

His legs left the ground.

Zhou Mingrui felt no pain.

Then, the scene flashed, and Zhou Mingrui saw the study where Klein Moretti had committed suicide by shooting himself.

There was also a hemp rope there. After Klein Moretti was killed by the bullet he fired himself, his blood and brain matter were scattered all over the ground. He did not move at all, as if he had died just like that.

But after an unknown amount of time, when the brain and the blood gushing from the temples were almost drained, the corpse staggered to its feet.

It's like Welch and Naya, one of them had a shattered skull and the other drowned in the bathroom, but after death, their bodies seemed to move on their own and appeared in the living room, as if they had hanged themselves in the living room.

Death, is it really death?
Zhou Mingrui saw that Klein Moretti's body raised his hands and reached the hemp rope hanging in the air.

He tore it off partially and passed his face, covered in blood and brain matter, through the knot. He let go of his hands, and the body was pulled up by an invisible force and swayed in the study.

In the dream, the scene changed again.

Zhou Mingrui saw Benson and Melissa. There were no other tables, chairs, benches, clothes, or beds in their rooms. The two rooms were empty except for a hemp rope with a knot.

Benson and Melissa were hanging from the ceiling, also swinging their limbs. They seemed to be sleeping, and the place where the hemp rope was was like their bed.

The dream image changed again, this time it was the scenes inside the buildings on both sides of Golden Rose Street.

There are many glass windows on both sides of the building. Under the illumination of a huge crimson moon overhead, countless glass windows have curtains drawn, and the faint light of mineral lamps is emitted from inside.

Every room in the building was dead silent. The bright light from the dim mineral lamps inside happened to hit the windows, leaving a thick line extending from the ceiling and a human-like figure hanging in the air, swaying.

On the streets, the corpses of cats and dogs were hung on the street lamps, and the sewers were full of the corpses of rats and insects.

The whole city was silent, without a sound, like a dead city, without any sign of life.

Zhou Mingrui became increasingly confused, uneasy, and terrified...

He subconsciously wanted to wake up, he felt that this was an unimaginable nightmare!

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Zhou Mingrui struggled, and subconsciously looked up at the sky where everything was silent and only a huge red moon was visible.

He saw the most horrific thing in his life.

He saw the huge, abnormally large red moon above his head.

He saw countless corpses hanging and dangling under the red moon.

They swayed and rocked, swaying constantly, using the entire city's sky as a beam, hanging there. Their expressions were either fearful, or calm, or struggling, or sleeping...

They were all laughing.

They were all crying.

They included Klein Moretti's classmates, Klein Moretti's friends, his relatives, strangers he had only met once on the street, old Neil whom he had just met this afternoon, Officer Pettigrew, Leonard who wore a monocle and had a poetic temperament, Dunn Smith, Daly, and many, many people who were either familiar to him or unfamiliar to him.

Countless, illusory black threads obscured the sky, extending towards the absurdly large crimson moon overhead. They converged, blocking out the sun...

"Welcome……"

"Welcome……"

The layers of sounds echoed in Zhou Mingrui's ears.

They were densely packed, covering the entire sky.

The next morning, when Klein woke up with a start, the quilt and bed were already wet.

Klein stared blankly at the sunlight streaming in through the bay window. He subconsciously wiped away the sweat that was about to drip into his eyes and muttered to himself:
"I had a very uncomfortable nightmare..."

The clock hand pointed to six o'clock.

Feeling a little exhausted, Klein thought back and felt that last night's nightmare must have been terrifying...

Shaking his head, he realized he couldn't continue lying down to sleep like this, so he got up, took a shower, and changed the sheets and quilt. After washing and hanging them up, Benson and Melissa also got up.

The few of them had no plans to eat at home in the morning. After saying hello to the old landlady who also got up early, they went to a breakfast shop near Jinqiangwei Street and had a standard student meal of steamed dumplings, fried dough sticks and soy milk.

Klein: Honestly, Senior, you're really not vague when it comes to eating.

He had completely put last night's nightmare behind him.

After breakfast, they took the morning public train to St. Peter's Hospital on Narcissus Cross Street in the eastern district of Tingen.

St. Peter's Hospital is a very famous hospital in Tingen City and even in the Kingdom of Loen. It treats many patients from all over the Kingdom of Loen and even from abroad. It operates on the principle of fast, ruthless, accurate, and precise medication and the professional quality of doctors. At the same time, it also provides more medical resources, cases and many talents to major hospitals in Loen.

The reason why Tingen is called the "City of Miracles" is that there are many advanced and epoch-making behemoths standing here.

I heard that this hospital used to have a name, something like "New York First People's Hospital", but later that name was rejected...

Klein wanted to laugh but was afraid of laughing too loudly.

"Senior time traveler, you really spare no effort to contribute to this world."

He took a public carriage to the simply decorated and elegant St. Peter's Hospital. When the huge, pure white hospital came into view, Klein almost felt like he had returned to the modern metropolis before his time travel.

Shaking his head, Klein, Benson, and Melissa entered the hospital. Since they had already made a visiting appointment for today, they arrived at the fourth floor of the inpatient ward smoothly.

As soon as he exited the stairwell, Klein heard wailing sounds.

"No! Don't come near me!"

“Ahhh, I’m dying! I’m dying! Get away! Don’t come near me! Don’t come near me! Wuuuuuuu——!”

Then, Klein saw the door of a ward opened. A cart was pushed out of the ward, and on the cart was a thin figure tied up with restraints.

The man was still wailing:

"It's fake! It's all fake! Get out of here! I'm going to die, ahhh, I'm going to die—"

The doctor in the white coat couldn't help but frown. Klein heard the doctor and the nurse say, "Send him to the psychiatric department. His condition has worsened."

The figure tied to the cart trembled and struggled even more violently when he heard the word "psychiatric department." He suddenly saw Klein, Benson, and Melissa not far away.

His pupils dilated for a moment, and then he burst out with the loudest sound ever.

"Run-!"

"You're going to die! I'm going to die too! Hahahaha, they're all dead! There's no one alive here! They're all dead, all dead—! I'm dying! I'm dying—!"

The doctor sighed helplessly as he followed the cart. The nurse and the caregiver pushed the cart while trying to reason with the people tied up on it.

"Get out! Get out of here—!"

Klein, Benson, and Melissa leaned against the wall, watching the man who kept shouting "I'm going to die" being pushed away.

He saw that the young man, who was tied up and not even twenty years old, had a bracelet on his hand that identified him as a patient. It said:

"Ademisool, paranoid delusions, schizophrenia."

(End of this chapter)