Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 136 Processing

"Seriously, sigh."

Philip looked at the scene before him, sighed silently, and slowly walked forward to pick up the light blue, semi-transparent six-sided pillar that had appeared on the spot, letting the faint light that seemed to come from the depths of his consciousness be reflected in his eyes.

This is the extraordinary characteristic of the "interrogator".

Most extraordinary individuals who use the "arbitrator" route belong to the military. We might not get anything from Mr. A's gathering tomorrow. Perhaps we should play it safe and see if we can find a suitable buyer through the Tarot Club or other channels.

As Philip pondered, he quickly left the room with the extraordinary properties, returned to his bedroom, put the items in a silver box he had prepared beforehand, set up a spiritual wall, and hid them under his bed.

If someone can sneak into Philip's room, obtain this item and other supernatural artifacts, and sell them safely, they'll be set for life, if nothing else matters.

Sure enough, Philip crawled out from under the bed, blew a few breaths on himself, clapped his hands, and made up his mind.

Anyway, barring any unforeseen circumstances, that guy named Meursault will come knocking on our door today. We'll turn the tables on him then, and the Sequence 9 recipe and its corresponding extraordinary properties will sell much better.

Philip got out of bed, opened the window, looked at the sky outside, and suddenly his expression froze as a bad thought occurred to him. Could that Meursault have summoned two Extraordinary Ones and then killed Klein halfway through?

Can't you?

Philip subconsciously tried to find some reason to deny the idea, but Klein, who did not show that he was a superhuman and went out alone, did indeed have a high probability of becoming someone else's target.

If there were multiple Sequence 9s skilled in combat, and guns were involved, Philip, relying solely on "The Joker's" abilities, covered his head, feeling that even the oncoming wind couldn't dispel his worries.

After sighing, he walked to the bedroom door, paused slightly on the doorknob, then casually turned it, opened the door, and went out.

In the corridor on the second floor, as Philip turned halfway around, preparing to walk towards the stairwell, a small black-feathered arrow suddenly struck from behind, hitting him squarely in the back of the head with a clanging metallic sound.

In the shadows, his cold, indifferent eyes suddenly widened, as if he had encountered something completely incomprehensible to ordinary people. It wasn't until the unharmed woman in front of him turned around that he came to his senses.

Philip scratched the back of his head, looking at the other person, unsure whether to be happy or laugh first. After all, judging from his own defensive capabilities, even a high-pressure steam rifle, a military-controlled weapon, could not penetrate his defenses in one shot if pointed at his head.

His calm expression concealed the sharpness in Meursault's eyes, replaced by a serious and uneasy look. The powerful intuition brought by the "Hunter" potion made the latter instinctively sense danger.

Like a predator in the forest encountering an even more powerful predator.

Meursault instinctively stepped back, only to find that the pale blue figure in front of him suddenly blurred. The moment his consciousness returned, the other person had already crossed several meters and arrived in front of him!

"Mr. Meursault," Philip said, squeezing Meursault's left wrist, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Thank you for your generosity, though I do not have many pounds left."

Meursault's eyes widened as he struggled to break free, only to find his right hand feeling as if it had been crushed by a boulder weighing several tons, leaving him no room to resist, even though his current strength was comparable to that of a bear!

Click, click!

The sound of bones breaking rang out.

Meursault's eyes turned bloodshot, and he instinctively opened his mouth wide, wanting to roar, but Philip's remaining hand pressed down on his mouth, pinning him firmly against the wall. The icy aura spread from his fingertips, down the "hunter's" cheeks, and throughout his entire body.

boom!

Bang.!

Meursault used his leg to kick Philippe hard in the lower body, but what came through the leg bone was still the same feeling as kicking steel.

A sudden wave of regret and despair washed over him. He ignored the excruciating pain in his legs and screamed desperately, trying to find a way to survive.

However, it was too late.

Meursault's head was completely frozen.

Seeing that the resistance had completely subsided, Philip released his grip and returned to the bathroom with some disdain. After a quick rinse at the sink, he went back to his original spot to prepare for the psychic session.

It has to be said that this guy was really unlucky. If he hadn't advanced to the "zombie" stage and had remained in the "werewolf" stage, the situation would still have been one-sided and crushing, but Meursault wouldn't have been without a chance of survival.

At the very least, Philip needs to be wary of this guy making too much of a commotion, otherwise if he attracts the attention of Extraordinary Beings and his own Extraordinary Being identity is exposed, then Jane Charlotte's identity will be wasted again.

Of course, there's also the cost of renting the house and paying for identification.

After setting up the ceremony, Philip distinguished between the main and secondary tasks. First, he used dream divination to communicate the appearance of the mastermind behind the scenes, and then he communicated the cause and effect of this matter.

The mastermind behind this is most likely the Intis Republic's ambassador to Backlund. Damn, wait a minute, Ian isn't even a Beyonder, how could he attract someone of this caliber?!

There was at least one Sequence 5 behind the other person, and there must be other intermediate Sequence Extraordinary individuals as well. Philip squatted on the ground, his hand supporting his chin, and his tightly furrowed brows showed his distress.

He believed that reality wouldn't be as smooth as in fantasy novels, where you might get a small win and then a medium win, or a medium win and then an old win, and who knows, a royal flush might just come and solve the problem for him.

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

Moreover, having finally had this much-needed respite, and still not understanding the Rose School's current movements, Philip really didn't want to face this enemy.

Unless the other party is relentless and you can't extricate yourself from the situation, you can't find out any more information about them.

Even if it is an ambassador of a country, in Rune, the opponent is fighting on foreign soil. The mid-sequence extraordinary individuals, especially those above sequence 6, are not common. In most cases, there are two or three at most.

If he had the chance to get these guys to come like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather, maybe he really could... Never mind, he can't let the potion affect him. Reason, reason! Philip calmed his breathing and prepared to use his psychic powers to conjure up the potion recipe, but he failed.

Tsk, just as I expected.

It seems the ambassador only gave them potions.

Philip immediately stood up, considering what to do with the body.

First, the simplest and most direct way is to take advantage of the fact that you've only been dead for a short while and see if you can feed the "wriggling hunger," devouring both your soul and body, leaving no evidence of your death.

Secondly, what exactly is hidden behind the police report? Philip doesn't know yet, but the things that an ambassador from another country arranged for extraordinary individuals to do in Ruen are definitely not something that can be brought to the forefront.

(End of this chapter)