Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 263 262 New Diary
After a dreamless night, Klein woke up the next day at noon.

As if to give Klein some time to rest, there were no visits from his colleagues on the Night Watch that morning, nor were there any relatives or friends who came to offer their condolences. Klein stayed in his ward the entire Monday morning, lazily flipping through the books on ritual magic that Pettigrew had left there.

Breakfast and lunch were brought by the nurses. St. Peter's Hospital provided a certain degree of preferential treatment to the Night Watchmen, Punishers, investigators from the University of Michigan, and Extraordinary People from Tingen City, both official and unofficial. Their wards were also quite different from ordinary wards.

This may also take into account the dangers of Extraordinary people themselves.

Time soon came to the afternoon, approaching three o'clock.

After checking the ward, he found no signs of surveillance. A Loen gold coin kept flipping on the knuckles of Klein's left hand. Then, it flew into the air, fell down again, and was caught by Klein again.

After glancing at the coin and confirming that no one was monitoring him, Klein entered the bathroom, took four steps counterclockwise, and recited the four-part Honorific Name, preparing to ascend above the gray fog and convene a gathering.

After a period of crazy, noisy, soul-shattering muttering, Klein saw a gray-white mist that seemed to have remained unchanged for eternity, and saw a magnificent palace. Inside the grand palace, the bronze table was mottled and ancient, revealing a certain aura of timelessness.

He sat on the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool, stretched out his hand, and was stunned and dazed for a moment.

He seemed to have forgotten something very important.

"Honakis... be careful Tingen... Fregola..."

"Honakis... be careful, Ting..."

"Honakis..."

"Fregera..."

It seemed to be the strange whispering voice he heard when he passed through the gray fog and reached above it.

But what else...

Klein's expression froze for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, he forgot that he seemed to have forgotten something important.

Transparent insects with twelve segments crawled out from Klein's spirit body and merged into the surrounding gray fog.

These are the Time Worms that sneaked up this time.

These time worms merged into the surrounding gray fog and merged with the core of this eternally unchanging foggy area above the gray fog.

They quietly watched the mysterious gathering above the gray fog, watched the towering palace, and watched the towering palace with the mirror-like ground as the core, dividing and splitting the two opposite Tarot gatherings above and below.

Sitting at the long bronze table reflected in the water mirror, Klein shook his head, feeling that he had indeed slept for a long time in the past few days.

He regained consciousness, ignored the strange changes in the gray fog around him, touched the crimson stars around him, and prepared to pull Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man into the gray fog.

"We have to speed up this gathering a bit."

It wasn't a big problem for Klein to stay in the bathroom for a while. After all, Beyonders weren't Superman. As a patient who had just woken up from a coma and needed an IV drip for gastrointestinal support, constipation was not impossible.

But if it takes too long, the nurse who comes to check on Klein's health and safety might have to ask someone to break down the bathroom door.

By then, he will be in big trouble.

The crimson star was touched, and two figures appeared in this magnificent ancient palace.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

"Good afternoon, Mr. The Hanged Man."

The blonde girl's cheerful atmosphere made Klein feel equally happy.

At the same time, Klein saw that on the seat behind Miss Justice, bright stars moved rapidly, forming an illusory constellation that did not belong to reality.

That is the symbol of the "dragon" in the mystical sense.

Klein suddenly remembered what he had read in the mystical book before.

"The audience path, also known as the dragon path, is the leader of the mind and the ruler of the ocean of the collective subconscious..."

"In the current century, all the surviving ancient dragons are extraordinary creatures at the level of demigods, and all of them possess terrifying power and chilling psychological manipulation abilities."

"It seems that Miss Audience has successfully utilized the formula provided by Mr. The Hanged Man to advance to Sequence 9 Audience."

Klein pondered for a moment and thought about the situation at St. Peter's Hospital.

"Acting is a semi-public mystical knowledge in Tingen. Therefore, St. Peter's Hospital should attract quite a number of audiences in Tingen, especially those Beyonders on the Physician Path."

After all, Sequence 7 of the audience channel is called a psychologist, or psychoanalyst in ancient times.

The easiest and most suitable place for such a group of people to perform in Tingen City is the psychiatric department in St. Peter's Hospital.

"Based on my original body's memories, although the knowledge of the Extraordinary in Tingen City is also semi-public, if you want to truly enter the circle of mysticism, becoming an Extraordinary is the key."

"On the surface, St. Peter's Hospital's treatment of various diseases doesn't seem to have much to do with Extraordinary powers. However, as the largest hospital in the City of Miracles, it's obviously impossible for there to be no Extraordinary people here."

Klein thought of Mrs. Allison, his original body's mother, a woman who had been bedridden for years.

"Well, we can ask Pettigrew later. If we can get a Beyonder to treat Mom, then Mom's body should be able to return to normal soon."

Ordinary people have their own ways of treating diseases, and extraordinary people have their own ways of treating diseases.

Of course, one of the main reasons why the original body and his relatives did not choose this was because it would cost a lot to hire an extraordinary person for treatment.

"I don't know if I can get some reimbursement from medical insurance. Well, as a member of the Night Watch, it's normal to seek family benefits, right?"

As his thoughts raced, Klein once again looked at Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man.

"Ma'am, sir, have you found Roselle's diary?"

In the magnificent palace, Alger the Hanged Man and Audrey Justice bowed to Mr. Error, who sat at the head of the long bronze table, to express their respect. Then they heard Mr. Error ask, "What do you think of Mr. Error?"
"Madam, sir, I'm wondering if you have found Emperor Roselle's diary from his later years?"

Upon hearing this, Miss Audrey, who had become a spectator, opened her crystal-clear eyes, which seemed to sparkle with the brilliance of gemstones, and looked at the "Hanged Man" Alger across from her with an examining attitude.

She shook her head slightly and said respectfully:

"No, Mr. Error."

"I think you're well aware that the diaries you need from Emperor Roselle's later years are either missing or have fallen into the hands of the church and various secret organizations. Without the assistance of high-ranking Beyonders and secret organizations, it would be difficult for us to obtain items of this level."

"Mr. The Hanged Man's attitude is much more respectful than before."

Miss Justice Audrey keenly noticed this. "Well, the diaries of Emperor Roselle's later years... Indeed, Mr. Error said that these diaries written by Emperor Roselle have shown signs of activation to a certain extent. They are living things..."

Audrey had searched for Emperor Roselle's diary in her family's treasury, but unfortunately, the diaries in the family treasury were all from Emperor Roselle's early years, and most of them were copies. They were of no value to Mr. Error.

"Yes."

Mr. Error smiled as he looked at Alger, the Hanged Man, and said in a slightly lowered voice, "So, this is a rather long mission, and I can't guarantee the risk factor."

"If you find any page from Emperor Roselle's later years, I will give you a generous reward."

“He” glanced at Alger, the Hanged Man, and then glanced at Audrey, the Justice. He sat leisurely and comfortably in a large, high-backed chair. He wasn’t annoyed by the lack of Emperor Roselle’s diary of his later years.
"You can start."

Audrey and Alger had already adapted to Mr. Error's attitude. For such a great being, the things they talked about really couldn't attract his attention.

But such a great existence itself may represent opportunity.

"I really hope Mr. Error will give me more chances to try."

Miss Justice muttered to herself, "Well, if I find the diary of Emperor Roselle from his later years, I wonder if Mr. Error could give me the next potion formula and ingredients for the audience path."

“This is an opportunity.”

Alger, the "Hanged Man," was well aware of this.

He looked across at Miss "Justice" Audrey. Miss "Justice" thought for a moment and raised her own questions and the content of the transaction.

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After Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man materialized the diary of Emperor Roselle from their memories in the mysterious space above the gray fog, Klein's mind moved, and the parchments with crooked words written purely by memory flashed into his hands.

Klein glanced over the diary and roughly browsed through it.

He discovered that in the diaries memorized by Miss Justice and Mr. The Hanged Man, the order of the Chinese language was reversed, and there were missing words and typos in the content.

However, experiments have shown that certain degree of sequence errors and typos will not affect Chinese reading.

"If I hadn't known that Emperor Roselle had left behind notes, I would have either been under protection at 32 Red Rose Street or been running around with Pettigrew. I could have easily gone to the Tingen University Library to see if there was a copy of Emperor Roselle's diary. There wouldn't have been so much trouble..."

After all, there were quite a few scholars in Tingen who studied Roselle's "Roselle Studies". The original self, who was interested in studying history, had once borrowed a collection of novels and essays by Emperor Roselle from the library of Tingen University.

Ah, of course, for this kind of diary that is only open to certain people and is "useful" enough, maybe someone at the University of Michigan is monitoring it.

After all, in the Tingen University notebook theft case, Tingen University also lost several of Emperor Roselle's notebooks that were said to have some problems.

...Although Klein had seen the lost notes in the ritual magic created by Pettigrew, he did not notice anything wrong.

Klein looked at the diaries of Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man in his hands and began to quickly read the contents.

"On August 31st, I arrived in Tingen City. Haha, if that 'Spirit World Express' hadn't copied the Hogwarts Express, I, Huang Tao, would definitely wash my hair while standing upside down!"

"Luckily I ran fast. Those idiots from the Artisan Church should still be guarding my doorstep, right?"

"Well, my parents are both believers of the Craftsman, and I'm just a weak, pitiful, and helpless Sequence 9, an ordinary generalist, just recalling the physics and chemistry knowledge I learned in high school, which has been completely ruined by Miskatonic University..."

"Sure enough, the Church of the God of Craftsmen is just as I expected. So weak, so weak. It's not even on the same level as Miskatonic University..."

"September 1st, Miskatonic University is indeed real! Haha, as expected, I, Huang Tao, have indeed found the organization!"

"Before this university opened, I was already in Miskatonic... well, let's call it Miskatonic University from now on. I looked up the history of this university in the library of Miskatonic University. It can be traced back to the end of the Fourth Epoch and the beginning of the Fifth Epoch. In other words, the predecessor who traveled through time must have lived at least 1,300 years ago?"

"Ah, I wonder if the senior time traveler is still alive. How many people in this world are like me, having inexplicably traveled to this world?"

"If he, um, or she were still alive, no matter if he was a yellow, white, or black person in his previous life, I think, as long as he has no ill will towards me, I will definitely drink and chat with him... Of course, if he is living a good life, forget it..."

"On September 2nd, I met with the president of Miskatonic University at the freshman ceremony."

"His name is ..."

"Nicolas Flamel."

Nicolas Flamel...

Nicolas Flamel?
Klein's fortune-teller intuition kicked in, and he recalled the origin of the name.

This name also appears in a series of Western magic story novels such as "Harry Potter".

"Senior time traveler?"

He was a little uncertain. After all, relying solely on the name, it would be difficult to be recognizable under the cultural influence of both Emperor Roselle and the senior time travelers.

Although Emperor Roselle, who has not studied at the University of Michigan, should not be so good at copying...borrowing cultural knowledge and shamelessness.

(End of this chapter)