Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 68 Proof Documents

Silence returned to the surroundings.

Philip clutched his charred chest, gritting his teeth, staring at the monster's gradually dissolving body before him. His mind was still filled with confusion as he muttered to himself, "What's going on... the demon 'criminal' pathway?"

"Criminals" and "prisoners".

Are there two pathways simultaneously here?

With doubts lingering, he endured the pain and slowly stepped forward, picking up the scarlet eyeball in front of him and making a rough guess about its information—Sequence 7, the extraordinary characteristic of a "serial killer".

So this must be the extraordinary trait of Sequence 8 "Cold-Blooded One," or Sequence 9 "Criminal." Philip looked at the jet-black feathered creature lying quietly behind him, twitched the corner of his mouth, and sighed helplessly:

"But what use would I be to you?"

He doesn't know any "craftsmen," so he has no way to turn extraordinary characteristics into extraordinary items. As for selling them, that's even more absurd. He has no interest in adding fuel to the fire in this already terrible world.

Despite thinking this, Philip couldn't simply throw those two extraordinary properties back, so he placed them in a relatively safe place away from the embers and then immediately left.

The card room in the Brave Ones Bar.

Marich, who was already playing cards with the zombies, saw Philip slowly waking up and couldn't help but say, "You're really lucky. In such a terrible situation, you didn't meditate to stabilize yourself as soon as possible, and in the end, there were no problems at all."

"It is a bit hard." Philip smiled bitterly, then took out two more "Ember" charms from his pocket and placed them on the card table. "These are for you."

Marich turned to him. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you can consider this a gift." Philip stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment, then smiled and said, "But if you need it again in the future, I can make it, but then it won't be free."

After all, you can't work for nothing.

Marich repeated the word "gift" twice in his mind, then expressionlessly reached out and took the two "Ember" talismans, adding, "If you need anything later, you can come and ask me."

"Well, actually, it's available now."

Philip's bluntness caused a few seconds of silence on the field, but Maric quickly realized what was going on. "What is it?"

"Messenger, I need a messenger."

"Messenger." Marich's pale face changed slightly, and he frowned slightly, saying, "You should give up on that idea, at least not from me, because even I myself have not contracted with any spirit creature as a messenger."

If one is not an extraordinary individual who has passed through the "corpse collector" pathway, obtaining a messenger is extremely difficult, not only because of the unknown dangers involved and the scarcity of information about the related rituals, but also because it requires the power of the necromantic realm to perform the ritual or a way to directly explore the spirit world.

These things are either troublesome or dangerous, so most extraordinary individuals, even those who reach the top of the middle sequence, Sequence 5, sometimes don't have their own messenger.

After giving his general explanation, Marich added, "If you need the power of the necromantic realm, I can try to find someone to help, but there's nothing I can do about other things."

After hearing Marich's answer, although the situation was within his expectations, Philip still felt a little disappointed. He could only sigh to himself and did not continue the topic. "Okay."

After saying goodbye, he didn't linger there. He walked out through the back door next to the kitchen, entered the alley, found his way, and quietly left.

No need to go back to sleep.

If things go smoothly tonight and he successfully retrieves the property deeds for the two properties owned by "Philip's" parents, and then finds a way to resell them, he will have enough money to attend other slightly more upscale parties.

An eerie red moon hung high in the sky, its crimson light enveloping the land, just as it had every night before.

In a house in the Joewood district.

Wearing the "Silver White" ring and remaining inconspicuous, Philip used his criminal skills to enter the room discreetly. He closed the door very carefully and slowly, trying to make the slightest noise disappear into the darkness of the night as quickly as possible.

Her feet sank into the slightly dusty floor, her eyes lowered, trying not to let the throbbing caused by the resurfacing memories affect her.

After her five-minute invisibility ended, Jane Charlotte reappeared outside a bedroom on the second floor.

She took a small bottle out of her pocket with her fair hand, dripped the liquid inside onto the ring, then disappeared again, and carefully inserted the key into the lock.

Click.

The sound of the door opening, though incredibly faint, was still impossible to ignore in this environment, and Philip's heart leaped into her throat. She stretched out her five fingers from her tightly clenched right hand and pushed the door inward a little.

Once her small frame was large enough to pass through, she didn't take any risks. She crept in sideways and tiptoed under the bed without stopping.

After confirming that no one was in the room, Philip breathed a silent sigh of relief. Enduring the dust and the pungent smell, he rubbed his hands together until they finally rested on a wooden box.

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

Next, there's the other place.

early morning.

Philip, who had been busy all night, yawned, then rubbed his sleepy eyes. Looking somewhat dazed, he walked alone through the streets of Hillston, then suddenly gave a self-deprecating, bitter laugh.

"I should have just bought that 'Nightfall Cloak' back then. Who knew things would turn out like this? I'm so sleepy."

Fate is truly unpredictable.

At this moment, she was carrying her handbag and blending into the bustling crowd. With a slightly sleepy look in her eyes, she looked around. She suddenly felt her eyelids getting heavy, but the unpleasant smell of the fog made her instinctively repel it and become more awake.

Amidst this contradictory feeling, Philip's eyes suddenly brightened, his previously unsteady steps became steady, and the weariness he had shown earlier vanished from his face as he calmly walked into the hotel.

The two staff members at the front desk glanced at her for a few seconds, then quickly looked away, without making any move throughout.

They didn't look at each other until Philip went upstairs, exchanging silent glances.

Philip naturally had no time to concern herself with such trivial matters. At that moment, she locked her bedroom door, tossed her handbag onto the bed, drew the screen curtains, and closed the window.

After making sure there was no danger or other oversight, she took off the "Silver White" ring, lay down, and let out a long sigh of relief.

With his last ounce of willpower, Philip shifted his body, cradling the somewhat uncomfortable wooden bag inside as if he were hugging a girlfriend, and as he pondered how to get rid of the documents, he fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion.

(End of this chapter)