Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 19 Your Lie About Taking a Holiday

The long night continued, but now there was another person sleeping peacefully in the room.

After a long while, Dunn Smith, who was already in the room, stood up and calmly said:

"He comes from a mysterious organization called the 'Secret Order,' founded in the Quaternary Period. The Antigonus family's notes originated from them. Due to the negligence of a member, they ended up in the antiquities market and were acquired by Welch."

"Their mission was to retrieve this notebook."

This is outrageous!

After hearing Klein explain the general context of the notes, Philip blinked, a question lingering in his mind:

A notebook passed down from a secret family in the Quaternary period, a notebook so important that it would attract the attention of the Secret Order and prompt them to send many people to search for it desperately, was actually sold on the market due to negligence!?

If it was a collective oversight, then this secret society should just shut down. The entire organization should be sent to the Night Watchers' cells to boost their performance record. It would be a disgrace to extraordinary people and secret organizations.

If it were a single member of the secret order who could travel alone with his notes, he would at least possess some experience and intelligence, and it would be absolutely unacceptable for him to do something like this.

There's something wrong; it's really too strange.

It's so suspicious that it's impossible not to arouse suspicion.

Philip pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then reminded him, "Captain, the loss of this notebook seems very suspicious."

"I know." Dunn nodded, his tone still calm and unchanged: "The reason that notebook was leaked is most likely due to external factors that we don't know about, but the most important thing now is to find the notebook."

Alright, hopefully there won't be any major problems. Philip withdrew his gaze from Dunn, knowing that it was inconvenient for him to say anything more given his current status, so he had no choice but to give up.

At this moment, Klein, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but ask, "Lawrence, how did you do that? I didn't notice when you entered the room at all."

"Is it the ability of the 'Sleepless'?"

Upon hearing his words, Philip became somewhat agitated, unable to suppress a silent, cold laugh. His chest heaved, and he pointed to his eye socket, the meaning of which was self-evident.

A few seconds later, he sighed, calmed down, rubbed his eyes, and explained, "It's 'Prisoner.' I have a strong body, keen senses, and many criminal skills. Just now, I used Concealment and Stillness."

Prisoners, criminal techniques.

Klein's lips twitched. He recalled words he had heard before, such as "midnight poet," "sailor," and "spectator," and then thought of Philip's "prisoner." He didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Hehe, don't worry. I'm half a 'prisoner' by nature, that can't be changed, but I know how to exercise restraint. Hmm, I'll explain to you another time."

Seeing Klein's unusual behavior, Philip had already anticipated it. He patted the other man on the shoulder and carefully explained, "The reason you didn't notice anything is simply because you're not an Extraordinary Person yet. Otherwise, I wouldn't have needed your help just now."

"I see." Klein nodded, his desire to become an Extraordinary being growing stronger. Just then, Dunn suddenly spoke up, "Mr. Moretti, do you wish to become an Extraordinary being?"

"Uh, now?"

Faced with this unexpected good news, Klein subconsciously took a manual transmission breath and looked at Dunn, waiting for the other to explain.

"You deserve credit for capturing the secret society members this time, and becoming an Extraordinary One will enhance your self-defense capabilities and inspiration, making it easier to find the notes. Of course, this is not mandatory; it is entirely up to your choice."

Dunn explained, concluding, "Of course, your merits are still somewhat lacking, so you can only choose from outside the complete 'Sleepless' sequence."

"Which Sequence 9s can I choose from?" Klein asked without hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Dunn glanced at Philip without changing his expression and listed out the five options: corpse collector, spy, fortune teller, singer, and warrior.

As these sequences were explained and analyzed, Klein, who had originally thought he would immediately become an extraordinary being, gradually became stunned and fell into a dilemma.

Clang!

A clear, distinct, yet slow sound came from behind as a pale-skinned man in a black trench coat strolled in, bowed slightly to Dunn, then hoisted the follower on his shoulder and walked out.

Dunn watched the other person leave, then looked at the other two people present and began to introduce them:

"The Corpse Collector, Frye."

Looking at that scene, and remembering that the corpse collector's potion required consuming dried, black-spotted frogs, Klein suddenly felt nauseous and abandoned any thought of forcing himself to think further.

"Captain, can I think about it?"

"Of course, there's no rush." ​​A smile appeared on Dunn's previously indifferent face. He took off his hat, bowed slightly, and said gently:

"Just give me your answer next Monday morning. Don't put any dazzling filters on the extraordinary. You know why. Calm down, think rationally, and listen to your deepest thoughts."

"The captain is a really good guy. He genuinely wants us to just be honest and do our jobs quietly. It's a pity that Klein and I are the same; he probably won't listen to my advice," Philip thought to himself as he watched Dunn disappear through the doorway.

He glanced at Klein, only to find the other man's hesitant expression. After a brief moment of confusion, he suddenly had an answer.

Well, now is not the time.

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

Philip pointed his fingertip to the corner of his slightly upturned mouth, then waved his hand, his expression calm, but his tone tinged with weariness:

"I don't mind giving you some advice, but I'm really sleepy right now. Come find me at No. 6 Narcissus Street tomorrow afternoon or evening. I'm planning to take a day off to rest."

Klein nodded, silently watching the boy leave the room, closing the door behind him. After a brief moment of mental focus, his first thought arose:

"Narcissus Street is nearby; it seems you can walk there directly, or even without paying for a carriage."

In the quiet streets.

Philip walked to Dunn, who was standing not far away. The cold wind blew across Dunn's trench coat, carrying away a slight sound, leaving only loneliness.

"Captain, that..."

"I know, it's a holiday, after all." Dunn smiled, more frequently than usual, his gray eyes lingering on the street, as if speaking casually:

"Lawrence, I have to admit now that your abilities are indeed more advantageous at night than those of us 'Sleepless'. I'm planning to arrange some combat training for you to utilize this advantage. What are your thoughts?"

"Just two hours each day off is enough."

"Martial arts, a course?"

Philip almost thought he was hallucinating. Memories of cram schools on Earth surfaced in his mind, causing him to instinctively reject them. He quickly waved his hand, "Captain, there's no need. The 'Prisoner' ability means I don't really need any other skills."

Can't we just have a proper holiday anymore?!

(End of this chapter)