Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 137 Anonymous Report

Forget it, let's call the police.

Philip shook his head, used the blue pendant on his wrist to perform a pendulum divination, and after confirming the feasibility of the matter, he roughly dealt with the scene and began to wait for Klein to return.

If Jane Charlotte were just an ordinary, weak woman, she could probably only manage to maneuver around the situation. If you were to say that she could single-handedly kill Meursault, even the police wouldn't believe it, let alone the ambassador behind him.

But if we add the adult male who follows closely behind, Sherlock Moriarty, then we won't have to worry about the police, and we can also reasonably draw the attention of the officials to Ambassador Intis's little tricks.

But isn't this a bit too hasty?

It's not even the middle of the morning yet.

As Philip sighed with emotion, the sound of the first-floor door opening jolted him awake. He immediately stood up, and after confirming that it was Klein returning, he solemnly gestured for him to come up.

What happened? Could it be that mice have gotten into the house? Klein frowned slightly, but still quickly ran upstairs and saw Meursault's body lying on the ground.

I rely on.

He blinked, clearly not quite understanding, and after taking a couple of deep breaths, he spread his hands and said, "I thought this guy named Meursault wouldn't be here until at least tonight."

"He just couldn't wait any longer."

Philip looked at the corpse without any expression. "I'm afraid he either did it himself or arranged for someone else to keep an eye on us. After you left, he sneaked in to deal with me, this guy who's suspected to be an Extraordinary One."

Immediately afterwards, Philip recounted all the information he had obtained from Meursault through psychic communication, then briefly described his own thoughts, and followed up with a question:

"Is there anything else you'd like to add?"

It seems he probably never imagined you'd be a Sequence Six, no, it's hard to say whether this guy even has the concept of low, medium, and high sequences. Klein rubbed his forehead, carefully considered Philip's suggestion, and nodded: "Okay, I'll go find the patrolling police later."

"As for now, drink this first." Klein took a vial of medicine from the cloth bag he was carrying and handed it to Philip.

"It will be effective for 12 hours. I ordered 60 bottles, which cost 30 pounds in total. Remember to give it to me."

"Hmm." Philip shook the white liquid in the bottle twice, nodded in response, and then drank it down. Immediately afterwards, his pale skin changed, gradually turning into a fair complexion close to that of a normal person.

Klein wasn't idle during this time either. He squatted down to examine the scene closely, paying particular attention to Meursault's corpse. He then squinted slightly, catching sight of the water stains on the head and the barely perceptible ice crystals remaining.

"How did you deal with him?"

He needs time to process things out. Dealing with the police is a piece of cake, but since he's going to expose the ambassador, the authorities will definitely send someone special to investigate. He needs to make some preparations before that happens.

The most troublesome thing right now is the psychic ability. Even after an hour, through the psychic ability of Meursault, it is still possible to know that the murderer who killed this guy is the young woman Jane Charlotte. Even if Klein wanted to take the blame, he couldn't.

Philip did not hide anything and relayed the events as much as possible. Although he was uneasy, he was not flustered.

If things go wrong, he can easily find a way to escape Backlund. What Zilingus could do, he can do too, after all, he has "wriggling hunger" to rely on.

No, it's a complete rout. What are you even thinking about with Frost? After listening to Philip's description, Klein frowned and said in a deep voice, "This is a bit troublesome. They will definitely divine whether this matter has any supernatural influence."

Philip paused for a moment, then realized that since he was hardly worried about the side effects of "Silver White" and had started to appear as Jane Charlotte most of the time, he hadn't carried a pistol for a long time.

Since he was on the second floor, there was no way to find any weapons nearby. If he used his physical strength, that guy Meursault would be smashed to pieces, which would seem even stranger, and he would also be detected as having supernatural abilities. That's why he could only use frost magic.

"Feel sorry."

Philip sat cross-legged on the ground, somewhat helplessly saying, "It seems the situation is a bit troublesome now. I can use my 'anti-divination' ability. If an hour passes, they won't be able to divine the killer. However, this will attract the attention of the official extraordinary beings."

"No, it's alright, after all, the situation was urgent."

Klein didn't blame Philip; rather, he felt that the outcome was due to Philip's straightforward and sudden abilities.

If it were me, I could use "paper as soldiers" or simply use guns. With the Gray Mist Space around, there's no need to worry about my extraordinary identity being exposed. Sigh, Klein sighed, stroking his chin as he pondered the possible scenarios.

At this moment, Philip suddenly suggested:

"If all else fails, how about we quietly dispose of the body and then anonymously report it to the authorities?"

"Report what?" Klein asked, bewildered.

"At the very least, I should write down what Ambassador Intis secretly sent people to do with ill intentions. In that case, I can use my 'anti-divination' ability. Even if someone uses dream divination, the image they get will only be a werewolf-like monster."

Philip smiled and continued, "All you need to do is find a chance to dispose of this guy's body tonight. However, there are still unavoidable problems. That ambassador will definitely send another extraordinary person over."

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

"But you could also call it an opportunity. After all, Meursault is only a Sequence Nine. If they come one by one like the Calabash Brothers, we might become rich overnight."

Klein's lips twitched as he amassed a fortune. Philip's complacency with this kind of profit-making was truly eye-opening for him.

However, if it happens to bring out an extraordinary person through the "Diviner" pathway, that would indeed be a good result. But even excluding pathways like "Mystic" and "Criminal," the probability is still pitifully low.

Klein didn't expect it.

After the two carefully discussed the relevant details, Philip picked up the extraordinary characteristics that Mersoch had revealed. Having a good understanding of Sequence 9 of the twenty-two pathways, he quickly divined that it belonged to "Hunter".

Perhaps it can be sold at Mr. A's party.

"Then it's decided."

Philip stood up, went into the bathroom, checked his posture in front of the mirror by the sink, then pretended nothing had happened and walked out the door as usual.

This guy thinks he can be arrogant and domineering just because he has mastered extraordinary abilities. Klein looked at Meursault's unseeing corpse and shook his head, recalling how disgusting he was that morning.

He reached out and helped the other person close their eyes before hoisting them onto his shoulder, intending to temporarily place them in the basement.

(End of this chapter)