Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 131 Materials Complete

"Have you found anything?"

Ian asked somewhat nervously, his gaze constantly darting around, appearing extremely insecure.

"have."

Klein's answer stunned the young man, his bloodshot eyes fixed on him. As if afraid he'd misheard, he asked to confirm, "You've confirmed Mr. Zeryl's condition?"

"Zeryl is dead. I found his body." Klein spread his hands, trying to convey the reality in a gentle and calm tone: "He's in some sewer right now. I can take you there to confirm."

After a few seconds of silence, Ian said:

".OK."

After watching the two leave, Philip, who had fed the cat in the living room and replaced his breakfast with candy and warm water, simply gave up the idea of ​​going along and prepared to go to the East District to check if Mr. A had sent him an invitation to the party.

After I get back, I'll start preparing to write my novel.

In this world, the public is generally tolerant of the update speed of novels, especially detective novels. However, if the quality is not good enough, no matter how good the previous works were, readers will not buy them.

After finishing "A Study in Scarlet," the next one should be "The Sign of Four." Well, given Jane Charlotte's experience and skill level, it would be strange if she could produce a new work so quickly. She can take her time and maybe even drag it out until the end of the year. After all, she's just trying to earn a living.

With Philippe gone, 17 Braun Street returned to silence, except for a black cat curled up in the corner of the sofa, its front paws outstretched, its tongue licking its armpit.

Two or three hours later.

After jumping around for a long time and completing its daily activity, it finally got to open the door.

"Good afternoon, Little White." Klein greeted the black cat with a smile as it looked at him, then headed to the kitchen to prepare lunch with the remaining ingredients.

However, the next moment...

His steps suddenly stopped.

Layers of murmured murmurs filled his ears, and Klein subconsciously frowned, vaguely recognizing a slightly immature male voice. Considering the situation at the Tarot Club, the answer seemed quite obvious—

"The Sun" Derrick.

What a coincidence! If it had been any earlier, I would have had to delay my reply. Klein was about to take four steps backward when he suddenly glanced cautiously at the black cat that was watching him nonchalantly. After thinking for a moment, he headed towards the stairs.

Although Little White didn't speak, it was undoubtedly an extraordinary pet and a "spectator." If it were to enter the gray fog here, it would probably be sincerely trying to hand over its identity to Philip.

Returning to his bedroom and locking the door, Klein took four steps backward, returning to the gray fog space and connecting with the crimson star where "Sun" Derrick resided, receiving the message he had received:

"Mr. Fool, I have gathered the extraordinary materials required by Mr. Temperance. When may I perform the sacrificial ceremony for you?"

Have you gathered all the materials?

Klein was initially happy for Philip, but then felt somewhat helpless, since the latter was about to become a "zombie" and leave him far behind.

He's currently just a "clown" who hasn't even reached the threshold of the middle sequence, and he's still worried about the potion recipe for sequence 7.

After sighing, Klein focused on the present and responded to the situation:

"Now."

City of Silver.

Inside the simple bedroom.

Before Derrick were several materials, two sheets of paper covered in handwriting with a quill pen, and two candles lit with spiritual power and arranged according to the "dualistic method".

In the dimly lit room, he clasped his hands together, bowed his head, and devoutly chanted in the Giant's tongue: "Fools who do not belong to this age;"

"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;"

"You are the king of yellow and black who holds the key to good fortune."

"Your faithful servant begs for your gaze;"

"Please accept his offering;"

"We pray that you will open the gates of your kingdom."

Ancient incantations echoed within the spiritual wall, stirring up swirling gales. The vibrations of natural forces caused Derrick to feel a pain on his skin as if it were being sliced ​​by a blade.

He paid no attention to this, focusing entirely on the sacrificial ceremony before him, and looking forward to receiving the "Lightbringer" recipe.

The spiritually imbued powder was sprinkled into the gale, its silvery-white and deep-black colors constantly merging and colliding, before being thrown into the candlelight symbolizing "the Fool," forming a life-sized illusory door.

Clang!

The door slowly opened, revealing a deep darkness, a clear and bright light, and an ancient palace perched atop a thick gray fog.

Derrick lowered his head, not daring to look any longer, and carefully handed these extraordinary materials to the door, letting the invisible suction force draw them all in.

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

"call"

As the fierce wind subsided and the illusory gate disappeared, Derrick breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the ground to rest for a while, and then began to put away the arrangements for the sacrificial ritual.

After doing this, he sat blankly on the edge of the bed, silently waiting for the return gift.

Inside the magnificent palace above the gray fog.

Klein looked at the grayish-white brain, the blue-red blood, the eyes of the blue salamander, and the two pages of paper containing extraordinary knowledge, and couldn't help but shake his head in amazement.

The materials for Sequence 6 potions are really expensive. Even the auxiliary materials in front of him are already priced at least 400 pounds.

Where am I going to get money in the future?

Klein suppressed his anxieties about the future, extended his spirituality, and transmitted his thoughts to the deep red star that symbolized Philip.

Although it's something that could be directly handed over to the other party, it has to go through two intermediaries—the sacrificial ritual and the bestowal ritual—which feels like taking off your pants to fart, but there's no other way, since you can't reveal your identity.

But before that, as a commission, let him take a look at the contents of the document.

No one ever thinks they have too much extraordinary knowledge.

A dozen minutes later, just as Philippe had unlocked the door and entered 17 Braun Street, feeling a bit anxious and troubled about the invitation he had received, a gray fog suddenly appeared before his eyes.

On that high and mighty chair, that mysterious figure, that great being, "The Fool" sat quietly, smiling:

"Mr. 'Sun' has already offered the materials to me; you can now prepare for the ritual."

Holy crap, what a coincidence!

Philip blinked, a surge of joy rising within him. This meant he could advance to "zombie" status today, and even if something unexpected happened, he would have a day to recover.

It seems even God wants him to cash in on the "interrogator's" inheritance and let the man be released tonight; keeping him around is of no use anyway.

(End of this chapter)