Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

End of Chapter 43

Klein, whose breathing had already become erratic, had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Siga's words and inwardly groaned, "Help! I can't run anymore, and the fortune teller didn't really strengthen my body."

Having been paying close attention, Philip noticed Klein's condition and offered some guidance on adjusting his breathing before offering words of comfort:

"Hold on a little longer. If his goal is to find the right opportunity to turn around and deal with us, then it should be time soon. After all, if we run to Tingen, that guy can't be sure if we've called for backup."

Hopefully, I'm so tired. It feels like running the 1000 meters on the track back then, and I still can't see the finish line. After listening to Philip's words and adjusting his breathing, Klein asked somewhat reluctantly:

"What if we can't win?"

Philip stared straight ahead, remaining silent for a few seconds before saying calmly, "Then you'll be in charge of making contact with the Mechanical Heart team. Ms. Sega will also look for an opportunity to escape. I'll cover the rear if necessary."

Wait, something's not right, is it?

Klein paused, opening his mouth as if to say something, but Sigia Teon, who was running ahead, had already stopped. He had no choice but to stop as well, looking at Tyre, whose path was blocked by the Hoy River not far away.

On the opposite bank of the river, one can still vaguely see moored or sailing boats, as well as the bustling and noisy scene of people coming and going in the dock area.

Sica turned his head, his dark eyes sweeping over the two of them. He took the Blood Vessel Thief from Philip's hand, wrapped it around his right wrist, and then gave the order:

"I'll strip this guy of his self-healing ability later. What I need to do next is weaken and kill him as much as possible while ensuring my own safety."

Philip and Klein nodded, and both of them simultaneously raised their pistols. Klein reached into his pocket with his other hand, seemingly groping for something.

As Sega stripped Tyr of her healing ability, her face turned pale. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tyr spread her five fingers, revealing thick, dark fingertips, and charged towards the group.

Even though his current physical condition is not optimistic, that damned "nightmare" is no longer bothering him. He is now perfectly clear-headed and no longer has that hypnotic muttering in his head!

Excitement gleamed in Tyrell's eyes. He was certain that as long as he used his poisonous claws or teeth to defeat any one of the three people in front of him, everything that followed would go incredibly smoothly.

He no longer cared about the consequences; without a doubt, he only had one thing on his mind right now: revenge, revenge, revenge!

He wanted to make these guys in front of him taste a hundred or a thousand times the pain he had experienced before!

However.

"Night!"

Klein whispered, pulling two slumbering charms from his pocket and tossing them toward Tyr's rapidly approaching body.

With a shocked expression on Tyr's face, the ripples from the exploding rune caused his eyelids to close uncontrollably, and his sprinting motion stopped at that moment. He knelt on the ground and was about to fall forward.

Taking advantage of this crucial moment, the three men did not hesitate and each pulled out their most direct and effective means of attack—revolvers.

Amidst the continuous gunfire, demon-hunting bullets pierced Tyr's body. Losing his self-healing ability, he felt the excruciating pain of the bullets entering his body. He could only roar in anger and resentment before retreating and jumping into the Hoy River.

Sika led the two to the riverbank, and looking at the dark red stains on the water, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It should be fine now. Having lost its self-healing ability, the amount of bleeding from those wounds was enough to be fatal."

She turned around, only to find Klein staring blankly in her line of sight, followed by a distinct sound from behind.

Puff-!

The splashing water masked Sega and Klein's anxious cries. At this moment, the Hoy River, as it had been countless times before, flowed calmly, carrying away the dark red bloodstains and the things in the water that had appeared earlier.

The next morning.

Inside the reception hall of Blackthorn Security Company.

Philip sneezed, his weariness impossible to hide. He took the hot water Rosanne kindly offered, and feeling the warmth of her palm, he shivered involuntarily. "So, that's it."

He turned to look at the body he had carried back to Tingen after walking for most of the night, bowed slightly to Dunn standing before him, and said apologetically:

"Captain, I'm sorry, I acted without permission, but I need to confirm, confirm that he's dead."

Dunn's expression remained calm, revealing no emotion. He simply sat down on the small sofa to the left of the coffee table and asked in his usual affable manner, "So, what's the reason?"

"I once survived his pursuit, while everyone else was killed." As he spoke, Philip lowered his head, his voice gradually becoming barely audible.

Upon hearing this, Dunn Smith remained silent for a good ten seconds, then took out a pipe from his pocket that had clearly been carefully cleaned, sniffed it lightly, and then stood up and said:

"We had already drafted a telegram about this matter, which was supposed to be sent to the church last night, but there are just too many follow-up matters to handle, so we're going to postpone it until this morning."

"It seems you've made it."

Philip nodded slightly, took a sip of the hot water in his cup, and, remembering what Dunn had said about taking responsibility for his comings and goings in Tingen, sincerely thanked him, saying, "Captain, thank you."

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

Dunn paused for two seconds, turned his head, skipped the topic, and continued, "In the coming period, everyone must remain vigilant. The spirit of that Sequence 6 'living corpse' has been manipulated, so we still don't understand the Rose School's purpose."

No spiritual communication was successful?

Philip, who had already made some plans, blinked, suddenly feeling somewhat bewildered. The fleeting sense of relief he felt was quickly suppressed. "Do they have accomplices?"

"Hmm," Dunn pondered for a while, then said, "Strictly speaking, there isn't one right now, because that Sequence 5 dangerous target has already gone to Backlund, where the special team will be in charge, but we still need to be vigilant."

Sequence five.

Upon hearing this, Philip nodded, feeling a bit bitter inside. However, during this time of physical relaxation, his mind gradually became hazy, as if he could fall into a deep sleep as soon as he leaned back.

Seeing Philip clutching his head, Dunn, despite being an Extraordinary being of the "Sleepless" pathway, was not unaware of the reason. He immediately curled the corners of his mouth and said, "Lawrence, you should rest today. Don't be shy."

"Okay, sure." Philip didn't try to be brave. He nodded, stood up somewhat reluctantly, took a deep breath, and then walked towards the door.

Wait, tomorrow is Monday.

I also had a holiday.

The captain hasn't forgotten, has he?

(End of this chapter)