Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 101 The Clown

Inside the sewers, Sharon, floating in mid-air, stared straight ahead. After a short while, she suddenly spoke:

"here we go again."

"Huh?" Klein looked at the bodyguard with some confusion. His spiritual vision hadn't detected anything, and his spiritual intuition hadn't given any warning.

However, considering that all the monsters here combined were no match for the bodyguard, he didn't seem to need to worry about his safety.

So I didn't ask any more questions.

Two or three seconds later, a sound came from deep inside the sewer, like some kind of animal crawling along the ground.

Klein frowned slightly; his spiritual vision still hadn't detected anything.

Can the monsters lingering here evade the Spirit Vision?

The next second, the Joker's intuitive premonition formed a picture in his mind:

The shadow beneath his feet suddenly surged upwards like a flood, and long, thin, dark human arms reached out from the shadows, grabbing at him from all directions.

As soon as the image in his mind ended, Klein immediately pushed off the ground with both legs, staggering backward several meters.

As he retreated, the shadow beneath his feet suddenly came alive, surging upwards like water, sprouting deformed limbs.

call out!call out!

A sound like something slicing through the air rang out, followed by several thin, eerie green ice crystal arrows piercing into the surging shadows.

Without a sound, the surging shadows stopped, and the black, deformed hands and feet that had grown from them began to wither at a visible speed until they turned into a pile of black, sticky, rotting flesh.

"That's amazing..."

Klein watched as the bodyguard displayed her extraordinary and powerful abilities and subconsciously let out a sigh of admiration.

...This does not seem to be a simple frost-based ability; it also contains the power of the death domain, making it an attack that ordinary people and even low-sequence extraordinary individuals cannot even touch.

As he sighed, the bodyguard gently pushed him forward.

The next instant, the already dimly lit sewer ahead became even darker, seemingly turning into a muddy abyss, filled with countless pale, translucent faces.

The skeletal arms, pieced together from various biological skeletons, are adorned with blood-red vines bearing eyes of varying sizes.

The undead creatures, driven by Sharon, attacked everything in their vicinity with rage. No matter how they hid in the shadows or buried themselves under the stone slabs, they could not escape their lock-on and attacks.

Soon, the semi-shadowed creatures that had been hiding in the surrounding area were driven out by the undead creatures.

Their bodies were covered in a layer of pitch black, almost blending into the surrounding darkness. If he didn't use his spiritual vision, Klein suspected he might not even notice them as he walked past them.

Each of them looks different; some are plump like a round ball, some are thin and wiry, and some are just a cobbled-together skeleton.

What they all have in common is that they have all fallen into darkness and instinctively crave flesh and blood.

A chilling, howling wind stirred the air, producing sounds like the wails of the dead.

The dark, corrupted creatures surrounded by the undead gradually became stiff and sluggish, eventually falling apart into a pile of broken limbs and remains.

goo~

Klein subconsciously swallowed, the scene making him instinctively feel uncomfortable and uneasy.

"Facing these monsters directly will inevitably taint you with the aura of corruption and filth, but it won't be too serious."

"Just let it bask in the sun, or get a purification treatment."

The bodyguard's calm voice sounded beside him. Klein nodded, then asked:

"Have you dealt with all the monsters in the sewers?"

Sharon's voice was cool and indifferent: "No, I just dealt with the monsters in the vicinity."

"The source that caused their mutations is still there, and they will reappear."

Klein nodded slightly, then sighed:

"It seems the sewers in the entire East District are very dangerous. We've encountered so many mutated monsters before we've even gone deep in."

"No, there aren't that many mutated creatures here." Sharon, floating in mid-air, shook her head slightly.

"They were fighting each other, vying for flesh and pollution. The loser fled, and the other chased after it, which is why we encountered them on the outskirts."

Klein: ...

Was this bad luck or good luck? Although I encountered a monster when I decided to give up the commission, in the end, I still managed to complete the commission.

He glanced down at the gun holster at his waist, realizing that he had swapped his ordinary pistol for the "Peacekeeper" that Sir Ryan had had delivered by the newsboy before leaving the house.

The monster was attracted by the negative effects of this gun, or rather, it was because of its negative effects that the bodyguard and I happened to arrive here at this time.

No wonder he sent this magical item over; it was all planned out, wasn't it?

Composing himself, he turned to the bodyguard and said:

"Let's leave, and while we're at it, let's anonymously report what happened here to the police."

"it is good."

Sharon's voice echoed softly, and her figure, floating in mid-air, faded and disappeared without a sound.

In the afternoon, after finally getting little Thomas to sleep, before he could even rest, a thick gray fog suddenly filled his vision.

Then an image flashed before his eyes: Sherlock Moriarty praying softly in front of the bathroom mirror.

"Dear Mr. 'Fool,' please convey to Mr. 'Fate' that I have completed the task of managing the sewers."

"The mutated creatures there are suspected to have been created by the 'True Creator.' I haven't solved the source, and they may break out again soon."

"I have explained the situation to that 'pharmacist' from the School of Life Sciences and have offered him an additional fee, so he doesn't need to pay me anything extra."

"Also, I'd like to borrow that magical item called 'Peacekeeper' for a while."

As the image of prayer faded, Cyril looked up at the imposing figure seated deep within the gray mist and calmly said:

"No problem, I'm not in a hurry to use that magical item."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gray fog in front of him vanished completely, as if he were in a hurry.

Cyril paused for two seconds, looked at the room in front of him, and sighed silently:

"I feel like I'm being treated differently."

Thump~ thump~

Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door behind him.

"Please come in."

Before he could finish speaking, Irving rushed in through the door.

"Sirius, I have good news for you..."

Cyril: "Did you buy the last batch of potion ingredients?"

Owen, who had been interrupted, paused for a moment, then asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

"That's easy to guess; you practically had 'I'm excited' written all over your face."

After a brief pause, he asked again, "When do you plan to get promoted?"

"Today, now!"

As he spoke, Irving took out bottles and jars that he had prepared in advance from the bag beside him.

"You're planning to get promoted here?" Sirion pointed to his room.

Irving nodded slightly: "I was going to invite you to my house, but you haven't been able to go out these past few days, have you?"

"After the last full moon, I no longer have the confidence I once had in myself."

Cyril nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "Let's go to the attic on the third floor; it's quieter there."

"More importantly, it makes it easier for me to set up a spiritual wall, so that my servants or neighbors won't call the police because of my screams."

Kyrie Irving: (::)

Okay.

After confirming that Thomas was sound asleep and wouldn't wake up suddenly, Sirian took Irving to the third-floor attic, which was being used to store miscellaneous items.

He sprinkled a circle of herbal powder around the corners of the walls, setting up a spiritual barrier to isolate the inside from the outside. Then he turned to look at Owen:

"Let's begin, or you can meditate first to adjust your state."

"No need, I'm already prepared."

Owen shook his head, then took the prepared potion ingredients and glass from his satchel:

A gray, curved crystal with strange patterns; a bright red rose with two small and one large crescent-shaped fissures, resembling a human face; pre-distilled pure water; herbal powder and juice.

As if he had rehearsed this many times before, he placed the ingredients into the glass without the slightest hesitation and then gently shook it a few times.

The materials in the glass quickly merged together, turning into a liquid stained with gold, yellow, and red.

They intertwine yet remain exceptionally clear; bubbles churn and surge within the liquid, unable to escape, only to shatter silently.

Clang!

A gold coin popped out of Irving's hand, and he performed a simple divination.

After confirming the potion was successfully prepared, he turned to Cyril and asked, "I drank it?"

"Um."

Cyril nodded slightly, then took a step back, blocking the attic doorway.

goo~ goo~

Irving tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and downed the glass of brilliant liquid in one gulp.

Snapped!

The glass in his hand suddenly fell to the floor, and he stood there stunned, motionless, his blue eyes filled with repression and madness.

Cyril frowned. His powerful spiritual intuition allowed him to sense that the surging spiritual energy emanating from Owen was establishing a connection with some extremely distant coordinate.

"Is this the true nature of the Abraham family's bloodline curse? The surge of spirituality and inspiration has connected with 'The Door,' trapped deep within darkness and storms, allowing it to sense the other's presence and hear their voice?"

"But because it was too weak, the voice of Mr. 'Door' that they heard became terrifying, out-of-control language."

As he spoke to himself, he stretched out his right hand, which conjured a dazzling crystal ball.

The crystal ball shattered with a snap, turning into sparkling starlight that merged into the surrounding void.

The interference of "astrologers" in divination is essentially to disrupt and conceal surrounding information, thereby causing other people's divinations to fail.

This kind of disruption and concealment of information seems to be applicable to the current situation as well. Although he cannot interfere with the part of the information transmitted by Mr. "Door", he can conceal the spirituality emanating from Owen and interfere with or reduce his spiritual intuition.