Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 54 Backlund

Early morning, in front of the gate of No. 2 Narcissus Street.

Philip held the letter in his hand, feeling uneasy. He could only take deep breaths to try and take this irreversible step.

However, at that moment, the door in front of them was opened by a short-haired, brown-haired man who appeared to be nearly thirty years old. He looked at the stranger outside with some suspicion and asked, "Excuse me, who are you...?"

"Lawrence, Lawrence Slytherin."

Looking at the man in front of him, Philip roughly guessed his identity: Benson Moretti, Klein's older brother, a reliable and interesting man who, like Captain Dunn, was troubled by his receding hairline and often talked about curly-haired baboons.

"I see, it's you." Benson extended his hand, shook hands with him, and smiled kindly. "I hope you can take care of Klein in the future. After all, he's my only brother."

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Philip lowered his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips, trying to make his words sound somewhat amused. "Of course, actually I came today to ask you for a favor. Please pass this letter on to him tonight."

"night?"

Benson's smile faded as he took the envelope, raising an eyebrow and making no attempt to hide his doubt. "If it's something important, Klein is at the company right now; you could just hand it to him there."

Philip did not answer the question, but simply bowed slightly and said, "You know, well, some things are difficult to say face to face. Anyway, I'll leave it to you."

"Alright." Benson's raised eyebrows relaxed. He examined the envelope containing a hard object and said with a serious expression, "I'll put this back in my room and give it to him when I get back tonight."

Clang!

As the door closed behind him again, Philip closed his eyes, let out a sigh of relief, lowered the brim of his hat, and boarded a public carriage to the hotel where he had stayed when he first arrived in Tingen.

Under the boss's scrutinizing gaze, he didn't linger. He went straight to the second floor, and after confirming that no one else was watching, he almost silently opened the door to the room he had rented the day before, went inside quietly, and locked the door.

After more than ten minutes, just as the owner was about to unlock the door and remind the overnight guests to leave, Philippe came out again, completely dressed in a new outfit.

Beneath the thin, loose white shirt, the black wide-legged trousers and brown boots finally freed him from the discomfort of being bound by the so-called tailcoat for more than ten days, and he felt like he was back on Earth again.

Meanwhile, if someone were looking at Philip's face, they would probably only be able to see through his messy white short hair, his brown baseball cap pulled low over his shoulders, and his white gauze mask:

Aside from the few small scars of varying lengths on either side of her sapphire blue eyes, there were no other distinguishing features.

The hotel owner's gaze lingered on Philip for a moment, but then focused more on the suitcase he was carrying. He took the key, checked that nothing was missing from the corresponding room, and let Philip leave without looking back.

"Phew~"

Philip breathed a sigh of relief. After thinking it over carefully, he took off his baseball cap and put it in his suitcase to avoid looking too suspicious and causing passersby to call the police.

As for Admiral, traveling together would be too troublesome and could easily lead to unnecessary risks, so even though the other party had expressed his opinion, Philip still let him go by ship on his own and take his time to adapt to life there.

Once we get to Backlund, if conditions allow, I'll try to sell the property left by "Philip's" parents, otherwise the money I have won't be enough. Philip thought to himself as he stopped a passing horse-drawn carriage.

Yes, back to the head of all cities, Backlund.

Faced with the Rose School's covetousness, Philip felt that only in such a place would those indulgent people dare not act blatantly, because after things escalated, no one knew who would come to settle the situation, and there was a high probability that a high-sequence powerhouse, a demigod, would appear.

Moreover, he is no longer an ordinary person. After quickly digesting the potion and advancing to "werewolf", he can equip himself with two useful extraordinary items and then have room to maneuver.

Under the driver's gaze, Philip calmly paid 8 pence, then slightly adjusted his voice and said sparingly, "Steam train station."

Noon, No. 6, Narcissus Street.

Dunn's deep gray eyes scanned the room, lingering there for an unknown amount of time, while Klein pushed open the unlocked door and entered with mixed feelings.

"Captain, I asked Melissa and Mrs. Shaw next door, and they both said they didn't find anything unusual here this morning."

Footsteps could be heard coming from the second floor.

Old Neil, with one hand on his lower back and the other on the stair railing, slowly walked down the stairs, shaking his head and sighing, "I thought Lawrence was a good kid, but now it seems that's not the case."

"He ran away."

"We can't jump to conclusions." Dunn Smith took his pipe out of his pocket, looked down at it for a dozen seconds, and then said:

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

"But we need to find out why Lawrence disappeared, his current whereabouts, and whether he has violated any confidentiality agreements, etc. However, for now..."

He put the pipe back in his pocket, closed his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose. His brows seemed to furrow almost imperceptibly for a few seconds before returning to normal: "Let's hand him over to the police for now. If necessary, we can issue an arrest warrant for him as a suspected dangerous individual."

"We still have a lot to do."

At the same time, Backlund.

As Philip stepped out of the steam train station, he unconsciously controlled his breathing, politely declining the "warm welcome" of the city's odors. He then carried his suitcase and mingled with the crowds on the concrete avenue.

Compared to his surroundings, his clothing was not particularly outstanding, so with the keen senses brought by the criminal skills of the "prisoner," he only noticed a few men in tailcoats, and someone was quietly following him nearby.

After deducting the money given to Admiral, I only have 800 pounds left, and I don't know how long that will last. I have to sell those two properties, but I can't ignore the risks. Philip muttered to himself, then decided to find a hotel to stay in.

We can't be too hasty. Even though Tyrell didn't recognize him when he just changed his wig, it seems that the Rose School can only find his general location, and their actual grasp of the situation is worrying.

As for divination to detect danger, forget it. Even if it yields a good result, Philip wouldn't dare. As an outsider, he has no chance against the counter-divination of the extraordinary level and can only be tricked.

(End of this chapter)