Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 62 of the novel

At noon, after Philip finished lunch at the hotel and returned to his room, he placed several best-selling novels by his bedside and then took off his "silver" ring.

"Phew~"

After restoring it to its original state, Philip looked at the "silver-white" thing lying in his palm, shook his head, and sighed with a hint of helplessness, "I thought it would be easy to use after getting used to it, but I didn't expect it to increase the side effects."

Through these days of adaptation, he has gradually adapted to his identity as Jane Charlotte, to his short stature, to his fair and smooth skin, and even his interactions with others do not reveal anything unusual.

But this also means that his subconscious barrier to this is getting weaker and weaker, and in the future, he may fall into the abyss of loss of control and madness under the influence of the ring with just a slight oversight.

Let's just consider it a special play through the "prisoner" route; it's not that bad. Philip collapsed on the bed, letting his comedic talents shine through to make himself feel a little better so as not to disturb the following analysis of the novel.

He specifically selected four books:

*The Horror Stories of Vansi*, *Stormy Mountain*, *The Return of the Earl*, and *Romeo and Juliet*

The first two were created by the people of this world, allowing Philip to roughly guess the readers' preferences and inclinations, as well as their acceptable level, thus avoiding overdoing it and causing the opposite effect.

The latter two are the two books that Russell plagiarized. At least the former was renamed, while the latter was copied verbatim. It is possible that after plagiarizing once, he became bolder and no longer cared about such trivial matters.

He was going to see what minor adjustments this time traveler had made, or if he had simply released it without any regard for anything else, so he could have a reference.

However.

The golden rays of the setting sun shone through the window and fell on the floor of the room, and Philip had by then roughly finished reading the last page of the last book.

He propped himself up, took a deep breath for a dozen seconds, then gently placed the four books on the bedside table. He then leaned back and sank completely into the soft mattress, letting out a slightly helpless sigh.

It's too abstract.

That's really too abstract.

Philip had thought that the stories he had read in elementary school, such as "The Divine Doctor Descends from the Mountain," "The Return of the God of War," and "The Dragon King's Son-in-Law," were enough of a waste of his life. But he never expected to discover something so heavyweight in this somewhat backward world, which resembled the Victorian era.

What kind of horror series is this? To be honest, it might appeal more to children than adults. I initially thought that the subtle, indirect, and chilling writing style in the beginning was a successor to Luo Lao, and I was really looking forward to the climax.

It turned out he was overthinking it.

Meanwhile, Stormy Manor.Philip initially thought the author was Charlotte Brontë from another world, only to find out that she had transformed into a wildly imaginative female-oriented transmigration novel author.

The only two things worth praising are the excellent character development and the smooth transition between romance, supernatural, mystery, and romance, without any abrupt changes in writing style.

But overall it's still a mess.

What moved Philip the most during this process was that Russell, the time traveler, hardly changed anything he copied, allowing him to make up for the classics he hadn't read on Earth in this other world.

Even his ability to persevere in reading was largely due to these two books by the other party.

After getting a general idea of ​​the situation, Philip gained confidence. He then got out of bed, sat in a chair, opened the notebook he had prepared, and began to write slowly and steadily on the title page with a fountain pen.

He had already decided what to copy.

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes!

When Philippe discovered that Emperor Roselle had plagiarized numerous literary works but overlooked the well-known detective, he decided to introduce the legendary detective Sherlock Holmes to the world.

Although Jane Charlotte only graduated from grammar school and had nothing to do with detective work, this phenomenon is not uncommon in the current literary world. After all, as long as the surface content is written in a way that readers won't find problematic, that's fine.

Let alone Philip, even Conan Doyle himself certainly didn't have the same intelligence and breadth of knowledge as the characters he created.

However, the author cleverly avoided the problem of "the characters' intelligence not being higher than the author's own" by making Holmes's knowledge extremely narrow and narrow, and by writing the entire book from Watson's perspective.

As Philip was thinking this, he suddenly stopped writing, looked at the handwriting on his notebook that was completely devoid of any feminine style, and fell silent.

After a while, with nothing to do and needing to suppress the agitation caused by the "madman" potion, he could only continue writing at his desk, while making up his mind to rewrite everything on a typewriter later.

Write down the outline and specific details now. If you really can't remember clearly, try dream divination a few more times. You'll eventually be able to figure something out from that pixelated, blurry image. If that still doesn't work, just make it up yourself.

As the ink flowed from the pen, it gradually outlined a series of coherent and orderly words on the white paper. Philip's gaze and attention were also focused on the notebook in front of him, completely forgetting the restlessness in his heart caused by sitting for a long time.

Gradually, the inexplicable negative emotions in my mind weakened, and the restlessness in my heart gradually subsided. Like a beast whose strength had been completely exhausted in its cage, I reluctantly and helplessly lay back down.

During this process, the digestion of the "madman" potion was also increasing and expanding at an almost imperceptible rate.

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

And because the new "Prisoner" attribute accumulated in the body was digested once again due to the extraordinary attribute being used as the main material for advancement.

Time flies by in the blink of an eye.

Monday morning, July 16th.

Philip, who had spent most of his time in his hotel room, stretched in the dim sunlight. He felt that the "Madman" potion was almost fully digested, and his anxiety had subsided.

He curled the corners of his mouth into a smile, glanced at the notebook on the table, subconsciously pinched the back of his neck a couple of times, and then sighed with a hint of helplessness, "I'd better go out for a walk, or I'll have problems with my cervical spine."

As he said this, Philip changed into a brown coat and beige mid-length trousers, then took out the "silver white" from his pocket and put it on with a slightly apprehensive look.

After the usual stinging sensation, Philip transformed back into Jane Charlotte, pushed open the door to his room, and, following the habitual expressions of the receptionist and other guests, arrived at the small, not-too-high-end restaurant at the end of the street.

After ordering a coffee for one penny and two buttered breads for three pennies, she sat in the corner, calmly chewing her bread and observing the bustling scene outside the window where many pedestrians were busy with their work.

After an unknown amount of time, she looked away, took the last bite of bread, drank the coffee in her cup, stood up, and walked straight outside.

There's a gathering at the Brave Ones Bar tonight; I wonder if we'll be able to sell the formula this time.

(End of this chapter)