Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 88 Return to Tingen

Looking at the very first sentence of the diary, Philip instinctively thought of the Tarot Club, but the following content made him deny this conjecture.

"This time, I learned about some of the ideas of this ancient organization. They believe that people always lose themselves little by little until they 'fall asleep'. Therefore, they must strive to observe themselves, remember themselves, and rely on this and various kinds of knowledge to achieve purification in order to cope with the final apocalypse."

The final apocalypse

Numb, Philip slowly placed the few pages of the diary on the coffee table, rested his chin on his right hand, and stared blankly at the gas lamp illuminating the dark night in the distance, unsure how to react.

Well, why don't you guys play, and I'll play the next round?

I'll feed myself a peanut and maybe hop on the bus with the other folks. It might be much more comfortable that way. After all, there probably aren't many worlds worse than this. Philip suddenly felt a little envious of those carefree time travelers who treated time travel like a video game.

Since things had come to this, he quickly stopped joking around and silently made a mental note of the incident, preparing to pay attention to relevant information in the future and try to learn more about the apocalypse to see if it would affect him.

After reading the diaries, Philip went upstairs and hid in a secluded spot in his bedroom. Then he put on the "Flame Gloves," went to the bathroom, and tested all the spells that this extraordinary item could cast.

Now that the decision has been made to venture into the muddy waters of Tingen, it is essential to ensure that one can fully utilize their strength and not falter at crucial moments, thus hindering Azik, this powerful and extraordinary individual.

However, if 0-08's abilities are really that abnormal, even if Mr. Azik is a demigod, he probably wouldn't be enough. Apart from me being a Sequence Six, a minor "shepherd," the squads under the three major churches of Tingen are just a bunch of weaklings.

That's a bit like handing someone a free kill.

Or, could we anonymously report it to the church?

After a moment's thought, Philip decided to abandon the idea for the time being and wait until they arrived in Tingen to have the official extraordinary individuals discover any clues about Ince Zangwell, so that they could report to Backlund. That would be much better.

After all, the other party was hiding in the shadows and could run away at any time if things went wrong. Given that Azik had already seen through the transgender concealment method, he was not prepared to risk doing useless work and being exposed by reporting them.

I don't know what Ince's purpose is, otherwise we could have come up with more countermeasures. Mr. Azik could at least spend another half a minute telling me his guess. Philip pressed his forehead, sighed, and after a quick wash, went to bed to sleep.

South of the bridge, No. 48 Hewan Avenue.

The doorbell rang in the morning and was quickly answered. Philip, still in Jane Charlotte's pose, didn't look at the door again, but turned around and looked at the figure that had suddenly appeared with a slightly speechless expression.

"Mr. Emlyn White, I understand your desire to take a shortcut to save time, but it's already early morning, and it's likely that others will see it."

Emlyn, feigning composure, patted the dust off his ornate clothes. Although he maintained a gentlemanly demeanor, the urgency in his eyes was still undisguised.

Where are Lily and Natasha?

These were the last two dolls he hadn't yet taken back to his bedroom, keeping this noble vampire awake all night as he awaited the first ring of the bell this morning for his two most precious dolls.

"If I weren't worried that you, this reclusive vampire who only cares about dolls and doesn't care about your own life, would start messing around after you find out I've run away, I'd already be on my way to the steam train station," Philip thought to himself, before giving the address of a cheap hotel in the bridge area.

Having said that, she lost the mood for the usual pleasantries, turned and left, preparing to take a horse-drawn carriage or subway to the steam train station.

"Oh my god! Lady Sharon has given herself away. The Night Watcher noticed her abnormality. She should have been exposed later, but the madness caused by the potion has not been reduced much by the killing, which puts her in an irrational state. This is perfectly reasonable."

"Dunne Smith led the Night Watch squad into battle, carrying the sealed artifact '3-0271,' which he equipped 'The Sleepless' Cohenley. This should have been a fierce battle, but at the crucial moment, Azik secretly intervened!"

"Mrs. Sharon died under the watchful eyes of the three Night Watchers. There were no surprises. They didn't even have time to use the sealing artifact before taking the statue of the 'Primal Witch' and the extraordinary properties extracted from Mrs. Sharon and returning to Blackthorn Security Company."

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"Ince Zangwell's original plan failed, but Azik's secret intervention put the Night Watch team on high alert again. Even if Dunn is a Sequence 7 of the 'Sleepless' pathway, his mind cannot be completely clear, because people always get tired, not only physically but also mentally."

"In such circumstances, fate is never stingy in pouring out the bitter cup of 'disaster' that symbolizes its own doom. In the coming period, there will be many cases that require the night watchman to take action."

"And the offspring of the 'True Creator' in Megaos's arms, keenly sensing the threat posed by Azik's powerful aura, will do everything in its power to hasten its birth. Although this may seem somewhat far-fetched, it is, after all, the offspring of a god, so there is no problem with it!"

"That makes perfect sense!"

Late at night, No. 2 Narcissus Street.

On the eerily quiet street, the barely perceptible sound of a door opening was like a pebble dropped into the ocean, creating ripples that quickly subsided.

Klein covered his mouth, yawned, carefully closed the door, then turned around, only to see a scene that nearly made his heart stop—

In the pitch-black living room, two figures sat quietly on the sofa. Upon hearing the noise, they immediately turned their attention to this spot, and neither of the two figures had anything to do with Melissa.

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

Klein's nerves tightened, and as he instinctively reached for his gun in the holster under his arm, a familiar voice reached his ear:

"it's me."

Is that Mr. Azik's voice?

Upon hearing this, Klein breathed a slight sigh of relief. Seeing that the two figures did not make any rash moves, he nodded, slowly lowered his hands, and walked forward. Only after turning on the gas lamp to confirm their appearance did he truly feel at ease.

He turned his gaze to another person, but suddenly froze on the spot, blurting out in surprise, "Philip, why are you back?"

Philip lifted his drooping white wig, chuckled lightly, and said, "What, you expect me to be the kind of guy who would stay in Tingen for my own safety knowing you'd be in danger?"

"No, no." Klein quickly waved his hand, wanting to say something more, but found that the emotions in his heart were stuck in his throat, unable to be expressed in words. He could only shrug and smile helplessly:

"I'm just... a little happy."

(End of this chapter)