Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 122 Digestion Completed

"Philip."

Klein suddenly called out to the person playing with the cat, and under the latter's questioning gaze, he asked with a strange expression, "You don't want this cat—no, not Little White—to take a potion and become an 'spectator,' do you?"

No, that's outrageous!

For some reason, Miss Justice got a pet through the "Spectator" pathway, and now you're planning to get a "Spectator" cat too. Luckily, the Hanged Man and The Sun won't join in, otherwise the Tarot meeting would turn into a pet discussion.

"You guessed it."

Philip's face remained expressionless. He simply put the black cat, "Little White," down gently, letting it collapse onto the clean floor and begin licking its fur. He then nodded and said, "Hmm, to fulfill one of my wishes."

A certain idea

Klein immediately thought of the suggestion that the Tarot Association had made to "Justice" before. At the time, he also thought it was feasible, but his meager assets and the necessity of an intelligence network made him ignore it.

etc.

"Do you need it promoted?"

"Klein asked."

"Hmm?" Philip stroked his chin, somewhat puzzled by the question. "If the situation allows, for example, if my situation remains as safe and relaxed as it is now, and if Xiaobai is in good enough condition."

Klein's heart began to race for a few moments, and then he said, "I have the recipe for the 'Mind Reader' potion, 420 pounds."

No, you

Philip suddenly realized, then shook his head with a smile. "Alright, alright, I'll pay you for the potion recipe when conditions allow, but definitely not now."

He waved his hand, about to skip the topic and head straight for the second floor, when his step suddenly stopped, and he finally landed back on the ground with great difficulty.

Klein, who was very sensitive to movement, put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at the other person again. He found that the other person had suddenly knelt on the ground, and his sapphire blue eyes had suddenly turned slightly red. His expression revealed a hint of madness and pain.

"Philip?!"

He immediately stood up and walked towards the other person, his mind racing as he searched through his jumbled memories, finally pinpointing the answer he hadn't been able to recall for a long time—

Full moon!

According to the calendar, today is the full moon, and Philip, as an extraordinary being of the "Prisoner" pathway and a "werewolf," naturally bears the curse of the full moon!

Damn, I completely forgot! I just told myself a while ago that I was coming these past two days… Philip gritted his teeth, reached out to stop the other person from getting closer, and then said in a deep, hoarse voice:

"Ha, I'm fine, don't come any closer, don't feel guilty. I'll just stay in the basement for the night to digest the potion. Tomorrow, tomorrow."

"Goodbye."

While he still had some free time, he walked past Klein and headed straight for the basement, only to be stopped by the cell phone slung over his shoulder.

pat!

Philip flicked Klein's forehead, and because of the full moon, he didn't control his strength properly, so the latter felt real pain and rubbed his forehead, saying, "What?"

"I want to know, I'm asking you."

Philip wanted to give a normal answer as usual, but he found that the madness brought by the full moon and the desire for flesh and blood continued to intensify at this moment, so he could only subconsciously bend down and support himself on the coffee table.

"Don't worry, I've been through this before. This is a method I figured out myself. Using my own strength, my own restraint and will, to fight against madness and bloodlust without relying on any external force."

"It can help me digest."

After saying that, Philip had no more intention of speaking and silently walked away, leaving Klein standing there lost and dejected, with a breath stuck in his chest that he could not utter.

After an unknown amount of time, a soft sigh echoed in the living room, containing helplessness and many other emotions, which ultimately turned into the unforgettable melancholy that had accumulated in my mind all night.

Tap, tap, tap.

In the morning, the dull footsteps woke Klein, who was still half asleep on the sofa. He instinctively looked towards the basement and saw Philip stumbling and crawling back to the living room.

Klein quickly helped the other person up and carried them step by step to the sofa, after which he helped the other person lie down.

He activated his spiritual vision and carefully checked Philip's condition. Finding nothing amiss except fatigue, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a wry smile:

"You really are suffering."

"A little, but digestion is complete." Philip rubbed his dry eyelids with his hands, which were almost sore and numb, his already weakened will unable to resist the urge for his eyelids to close.

His last shred of reason made him raise his hand and call out:

"Water, a glass of water, please."

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Upon hearing this, Klein looked at the coffee table, took the half-full glass of water he had left on it the night before and forgot to finish, took it to the kitchen to pour it out, washed the glass, poured out the water again, and returned to the sofa.

Philip had already fallen asleep.

Klein checked the other person's breathing, and after a moment of silence, he breathed a sigh of relief, as he was also a little thirsty in the morning. He then slowly drank the glass of water he had just poured.

Let Philip drink the water himself when he gets up. I'm just acting like a male servant, not a real one. I'm not a nursing professional on Earth either, so it would be a sin if I made him choke while feeding him water. Klein took another cup, poured water for him, stretched, and prepared to think about today's schedule.

Ring ring—

The doorbell interrupted Klein's thoughts.

He looked at Philip, who was still sleeping on the sofa, and suddenly felt a headache coming on. After all, the other person's identity should be Jane Charlotte, not Philip Howard. If someone were to see two men in a young lady's house early in the morning, it would be somewhat understandable if one of them was a tenant, but the other...

hiss~

Klein's heart tightened suddenly, and he dared not make a sound. At the same time, he reviewed his memories from the evening and confirmed that Philip should not have known about this morning's visit. Otherwise, he should have at least reminded him, even if it was something he was unsure about the exact time.

In that case, it would be perfectly reasonable for Klein to wrap Philip in a blanket, carefully pick him up, and use all of the Joker's abilities to the fullest extent, walking upstairs without making a sound.

He went into his bedroom, which was not closed, and then put Philip on the bed before paying close attention to the movements outside the door.

If the situation truly doesn't allow it, Klein will have no choice but to try using his physical abilities to hide Philip on the roof, or simply step in and deal with the situation himself.

(End of this chapter)