Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 53 Running Away with a Bucket

The crimson blood moon had faded away at some point, and a dim light shone into the room, slowly waking Philip from his coma. He gasped for breath and struggled to his feet, his body still aching slightly.

"It's morning."

Overcome by the sleepiness that had accumulated throughout the night, Philip opened his mouth, ready to yawn.

At the same time, he subconsciously tried to raise his hand to cover it, but a sudden sharp pain in his arm made him stop the thought and he could only sit on the edge of the bed and rest for a while as much as possible.

This is terrible. Philip swears that this is definitely not some normal full moon curse. This is a map-wide attack launched by the god who is eyeing his Shadow World, and he is just trying to kill him.

Without Mr. Fool giving him a breather, and without the Ember Charm, Philip felt there was less than a 50% chance he would have survived until now, and his condition would definitely be terrible; at the very least, he wouldn't be able to stand up.

As for the progress of digesting the "Madman" potion, it has increased again because it survived the Full Moon Curse. This is also an experiment in the Rose School. If it can survive five or six more times, it may be able to be digested directly.

It's just that there might not be enough lives.

He tentatively moved his wrist and, finding no excruciating pain, slowly reached into his pocket and took out the ember talisman he had made initially but had saved up from the previous night.

Inside the reception hall of Blackthorn Security Company.

Philip pushed open the door with some difficulty, only to find Rosanne sitting on the sofa with a strange expression, not looking into the inner room and completely unaware of his arrival.

"Rosanne, what's wrong?"

The sudden question startled the girl. She hurriedly stood up, and only after recognizing the person's good looks did she pat her chest and, without even a word of complaint, whispered:

"I don't know. I mean, it seems like something big has happened. The captain looked very serious today. He called away all the official members of the squad, including Ms. Sega who was on leave, and took them to a room by the Chanis Gate to discuss something."

Such a big fuss?

Philip blinked twice, his heart churning, but he was so exhausted that he had no strength to make the corresponding expression or even make the corresponding movements. He looked just like Frye's "corpse collector".

He was still an office worker at the moment, so although he was eager to know the answer, it was obviously unreasonable to go there directly. So he sorted out his thoughts and reopened the office door.

However, Captain Dunn led the official members of the Night Watch, along with Klein, up. After a brief greeting to Philip, he said, "Klein, you'll be in charge of explaining to Lawrence."

As the group walked out of the security company's gate, seemingly fully armed, Philip silently looked at Klein, appearing ready to listen attentively.

"Anyway, don't get excited after hearing this." Klein hesitated for several seconds before saying this and then explaining:

"Ms. Daly slew information from the lingering spirit of that 'zombie' that there was another person besides him, but he had temporarily gone to Backlund for some reason, but now that guy has come."

"A Sequence 5 Extraordinary Being, 'Wraith'!"

However, the intense reaction he had anticipated did not come. Philip listened in silence, silently stroking his chin, his lifeless eyes concealing something. After a moment, he nodded.

No, this is too calm. Klein frowned, waved his hand in front of the other person's face, and even activated his spiritual vision to examine him carefully.

This action finally elicited a facial expression from Philip. He sighed inwardly, seemingly resigned, and then said, "Hmm, I think I understand. So what do we do now, wait for Backlund's men?"

"No, then there's no need to wait."

Klein shook his head. "Two elite extraordinary squads have already come with that guy. We'll notify the other two squads in Tingen later. The captain said that if we join forces, it won't be difficult to take down a Sequence 5."

These words were like sweet spring water, dripping into Philip's heart, rekindling his hope for survival—he had already decided to become the bait himself.

They picked up the bucket and ran away, heading to other places to make money.

Even though doing so is irresponsible, it is the second most responsible option in the long run. The most responsible option is actually to surrender directly and accept the arrangements of the Church of the Goddess of Night, but he is not considering it at this moment.

Meanwhile, Klein, who was relaying Dunn's request, had a fleeting doubt when he saw Philip suddenly become more energetic. He thought about it carefully but couldn't find the reason, so he could only assume it was the most obvious reason.

Philip suppressed his excitement and carefully wrote down the relevant procedures for the Night Watchers. He realized that in the current situation, it was incredibly fortunate that he hadn't officially joined the team.

Because civilian personnel only need to cancel their vacations during this period, and carry ordinary protective gear such as signal guns and weapons, unlike regular members who have heavy tasks and explicit requirements to travel in groups of three in case of emergencies.

We can't wait any longer, today is the day!

Philip walked into the office of the civilian staff, placing his hands on the familiar Axon 1346 typewriter. His usually calm and composed heart was now inevitably filled with some anxiety.

The talisman I promised Old Neil to make

The safety of the night watch team from now on.

Will he be able to leave successfully as he wishes?

Furthermore, Old Neil and Captain Dunn both seemed a bit off. He had a certain feeling about the former from the very first meeting, while the latter's feelings became more pronounced after the latter flipped through that notebook.

As he made a typing error, Philip stopped what he was doing, looked at the pinyin he had just typed, lowered his eyes slightly, and gave a relieved yet helpless smile. "Heh, maybe if a curly-haired baboon slapped me a couple of times, my brain would actually work better."

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

"If you keep worrying about others like this, you won't even know how you died. Let's wait until you're safe first."

In the evening, Philip was sitting on the sofa when he heard the door open. He turned his head and saw Admitso walking towards the sofa with his eyes closed, carrying two paper bags in his hands.

"Sir, here is what you requested."

"Hmm." Philip took the paper bag, but didn't rush to examine it. Instead, he turned his gaze to the "monster" he had taken in. After a moment's hesitation, illuminated by the gaslight flame, he finally spoke:

"You can come with me and leave Tingen."

"You can also choose to stay here and rent another place. I will leave you enough money so that you can choose to run away later, or accept my offer when I come to you and need you to give yourself to me."

Admitso stood there, bowing slightly as always, his tone calm yet firm, "Mr. Slytherin, wherever you go, I will go."

"You have shown me a kindness that I can never repay. If it will not be a burden to you, I am willing to stay by your side and do anything you need me to do."

Seeing this, Philip shrugged, picked up the two paper bags, and went up the stairs, saying to Admitor behind him:

"Go back to sleep, get up early tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)