Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 168 Preparing to Meet
Above the gray fog.

Klein was about to return to reality and continue considering whether or not to meet the other party. Just then, he saw something amiss with the deep red stars above the gradually calming gray fog.

—The crimson star that symbolizes Audrey, representing justice, is constantly shrinking and expanding, while illusory sounds ripple outwards in concentric circles.

[Justice] Miss has news to report to me?
He wondered to himself, then reached out and gestured, letting his spiritual energy spread out and extend towards the deep red star.

hum!
The moment the connection was established, sound and picture appeared simultaneously, but the sound was very clear while the picture appeared somewhat blurry.

Klein saw that Audrey, the Justice, was wearing a long emerald green dress and had her blonde hair tied up. She was sitting at a long table, seemingly in a study or library.

She clasped her hands together in front of her, bowed slightly, and reported the situation to Mr. Fool with great reverence.

“My esteemed Fool, I have some new developments to report regarding Lanius.”

"Because I was under house arrest, I hired Hugh and Fors to investigate. Through an informant, they discovered Lanius's whereabouts."

"No, it should be said that the informants were discovered, and they ran right into Laneus."

"Surprisingly, Lanius is pregnant. Moreover, the fetus in his womb is extremely sinister; just as you said, it is very likely related to the fallen creator."

"It's very regrettable that Miss Hugh suffered a curse from the evil god due to her battle with Lanluus, causing her flesh and blood to mutate. I wonder if you could offer any assistance?"

As the prayers ended, the blurry image faded away.

Klein leaned back slightly in his chair, his expression a mix of confusion and amusement.

Lanius is actually pregnant?!
It was all Lu Ze's doing. Thinking about it now, he was incredibly audacious to dare to find a man to be the mother of his offspring, right under the watchful eye of the true creator.
As he recalled his teammates who were no longer with him, the corners of his mouth gradually turned up as if he were smiling, but his eyes were full of longing and bitterness.

Klein maintained his smile and remained silent.

In the ancient castle, mist rises and falls.

After a moment, he shook his head and rallied.

In short, Lanluus must be dealt with. If he really gives birth to the offspring of the evil god, it could very well lead to another catastrophe.

"Lu Ze, look, I still have to clean up after you."

He shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Besides, there's the curse on Miss Hugh. According to Miss Justice, her curse is currently suppressed and won't erupt for the time being. Perhaps I could pull her onto the gray mist and use it to wash away the "curse." No, that might not work, because the curse is on her physical body, not her ethereal body.
Klein pondered, recalling the gathering he'd attended where the host, the elderly "Eye of Wisdom," possessed a ring from the "Notary" pathway. Extraordinary items from the Solar pathway had a powerful suppressive effect against evil, but the problem was, it was so valuable; he certainly wouldn't be willing to lend it.
Or how about thinking about it the other way around?

He muttered to himself, "If we just eliminate Lanluus, the source of the curse will be gone, and the problem should be solved too."

He pondered above the gray fog, sometimes analyzing the letter, sometimes considering how to deal with Lanluus, until his spiritual energy was almost depleted. Then he used his spiritual energy to envelop himself, simulating a falling effect, and pierced through the gray fog, returning to the real world and his own body.

Back in reality, he already had a plan.

First, he decided to go to the Backlund Bridge the next day to meet the owner of the letter. The allure of a fellow time traveler was too great; he desperately wanted to find someone like him.

This was a strong desire from within his soul, belonging to the part of Zhou Mingrui.

After seeing his companions, he would consider how to deal with Lanius. According to the timeline, his "birth" was still some time away. He just didn't know where he would emerge if he did give birth.
Klein thought with a wicked grin.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The next day, in the East District.

Today, Backlund enjoys a rare sunny day. The sun hangs high in the sky, shining through the windows into the apartment and brightening the entire room.

Awakening from his hallucinations, Luze ate a meal to replenish his strength and drank some useless psychotic medication. Then he prepared to set off for the Backlund Bridge.

He felt that the letter was written without any problems.

If the other party can understand and is willing to meet, he should appear under the bridge at the specified time; if the other party cannot understand, then he is not going to be polite and will go directly to the other party's house to find out in person why the other party knows about the detective from another world.

Therefore, he carried the "Mirror of the Suggestor" with him at all times. He planned to use it to hypnotize those who were not fellow transmigrators, thereby extracting information from them.

The last possibility is that the other party understands, is also a time traveler, but doesn't want to deal with Lu Ze. In that case, he wouldn't go under the bridge; instead, he would leave overnight, change his identity, and continue to infiltrate the city.

Hopefully, this isn't the last scenario.
Lu Ze thought to himself, preparing to get up and walk out the door.

"squeak--"

A sharp, annoying buzzing sound rang in his ears, and a phantom appeared in front of the porch. Accompanied by a familiar yet irritatingly warm fragrance, Ms. M, dressed in a white robe, looked at him tenderly and blocked his way out.

The sunlight didn't shine on her; she looked like a flower blooming in the shade.

"What?"

Lu Ze frowned.

Ms. M remained silent, only shaking her head slightly, her long, blood-red hair swaying incessantly. She seemed unwilling for Lu Ze to leave, and didn't want him to meet his fellow countrymen who were also transmigrators.

"you are annoying."

Lu Ze sneered, reached out and grabbed her neck.

"Instead of this, you'd better tell me the whole story of that human trafficking case. Consider it rent for your remnant soul remaining in my body."

Lu Ze pinched hard, making Ms. M's delicate, fair neck crack and pop, as if her cervical vertebrae were about to break.

Ms. M wore a distressed expression, but she showed no intention of speaking, allowing Lu Ze to snap her neck as easily as breaking a piece of firewood. Then, her beautiful figure vanished, like a colorful bubble in the sunlight, disappearing without a trace with a snap.

"waste."

Lu Ze coldly cursed, then ignored him, wiped his face to change his appearance, and pushed open the door.

The sunlight lasted only a short while before being obscured by clouds. Without the sun, the October air quickly turned cold. Lu Ze tightened his coat slightly, lowered his head, and strode onto the street.

(End of this chapter)