Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 91 Temporary Residence

As the sound of running water began, Philip, who was in the bathroom, turned on the tap, pretended to wash his hands, and then opened the door to return to the living room.

Azik looked at him, seemingly sensing something, then narrowed his eyes slightly at Philip's methods hidden under his white shirt, and finally said, "We don't have anything good to offer right now, so I can only search in Tingen based on the information provided by Klein."

"Klein, be careful during this time. If there is any danger, blow that brass whistle immediately. I can detect your exact location and get to the scene."

Indeed, as long as Ince Zangwell hadn't left, it meant he must have something to do here, something to accomplish at a crucial moment. Klein's hand unconsciously reached into his pocket, stroking the exquisite and old bronze whistle, trying his best to suppress the unease and anxiety in his heart, and nodded, "Hmm."

Azik then turned to look at Philip, and after thinking carefully, finally spoke:

"Philip, I can sense that you are already a relatively powerful Extraordinary. If there is anyone in Tingen City right now besides me who can hold off Ince Zangwell for a while, I think it's only you."

After hearing Azik's words, Klein recalled how Philip, as a "madman," suffered the curse of the full moon in August.

Philip was Sequence 8 back then, about the same as I am now. If he meets Mr. Azik's criteria right now, he should be at least Sequence 7, which is a mid-sequence extraordinary being. How did he get there so quickly?!

There's no reason for this. It can't be that he used a cheat engine, can it? Klein, who had only been promoted to "Joker" for two days, suddenly felt a sense of disappointment.

He originally thought that having mastered the acting method, he wouldn't be too bad, if not like the protagonists in novels who leveled up as easily as drinking water. He never expected that there would be people more capable than him.

Could it be that Backlund has a way to pay to speed up the acting process? No, that's too insane. There must be some reason I don't know about, after all, Philip's advancement speed has already exceeded the fastest estimate of the acting method.

While Klein was lost in thought, Philip, who had overheard Azik's words, gained a deeper understanding of this mysterious high-sequence powerhouse and nodded with slight relief, saying:

"What should I do?"

"Protect Klein." After receiving his reply, Azik continued without hesitation, "I will search for the mastermind, Ince, on my own. You and Klein can try to help me find him, but the main thing is to keep an eye on what's happening in Tingen."

"If there's an emergency, just blow the whistle and hold out until I get there. If you're looking for speed, I can get to anywhere in Tingen, including the outskirts, in about two minutes."

Two minutes. Philip used Steve, the "Wraith" carrying a bottle of biological toxins and the "Crimson Corona", as his hypothetical enemy. He found that unless he freed his hands and let the other possess and control him, he could easily finish the two minutes, and even double that would be fine.

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that the level 0 sealed artifact, which allows the brush to move freely, has great limitations and cannot instantly kill him.

"I should be able to hold on."

Azik rubbed his forehead, as if recalling something. "In several lifetimes, I've had extraordinary items on me, but apart from that bronze whistle, I have nothing left to get to where I am now. Otherwise, I could offer you assistance."

"No, please believe me."

With the Eye of the Mind he was wearing, the silver-white weapon in his pocket, the bio-toxin vials at home, and the Flame Gloves in hand, Philip felt confident enough.

It could even be said that we no longer crave new extraordinary items, since too many would make them difficult to use effectively and would be a waste of money. It would be better to use them for more crucial purposes.

Azik glanced at Philip, a gentle smile on his face. He patted Philip on the shoulder and said with a hint of regret, "Brave, kind, and wise. It's a real shame you're not my student."

12 PM.

Azik had already left. Philip and Klein, reunited after so long, stared at each other, unsure what to say. Finally, to break the awkward silence, Philip spoke first:

"Have you saved enough for the diary and £85?"

"Ahem." Klein, who had already organized his thoughts and was about to speak, was choked by these straightforward and realistic words. He couldn't help but cough twice, then nodded with a hint of helplessness, "Well, but it's too late today, let's do it tomorrow."

"Okay, let's go."

Philip stood up and walked towards the stairs.

Klein paused for a moment, then reacted, lowering his voice and calling out in a hoarse tone, "Wait, Philip, you're going the wrong way, not there!"

"Hmm?" Philip tilted his head, looking at him with a very strange expression. "Aren't we supposed to go upstairs to the second floor via this staircase? I remember there are only three of you siblings, but these townhouses usually have four bedrooms."

"Forehead"

Klein hesitated somewhat awkwardly, then said, "We recently hired a maid for odd jobs, and the last bedroom is already hers. So why are you living here?"

A silence lingered for several seconds.

Philip raised an eyebrow, his mouth opening and closing. After a moment of preparation, he spoke with a strange expression: "It's the middle of the night now, and I've lost the key to No. 6 Narcissus Street. Mr. Azik left so decisively just now, I thought you had already agreed to let me stay here."

"Um, okay, we forgot to discuss this back then, or maybe that's what Mr. Azik was thinking?" Klein stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then carefully said, "Sleep in my room. Do you mind sleeping on the floor?"

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

His response was a near-silent, light footstep, and a brief reply:

"Go upstairs."

I've even slept in places like the East District Shelter, so how bad could it be? It's just sleeping on ropes, on rooftops, or in the wilderness. Thinking back to his experience on the day he traveled through time, Philip suddenly realized that his limits had actually been pushed to this extent.

Really

Klein's bedroom was laid out much like any other bedroom: bookshelves, coat racks, bedside tables, wardrobes, and a desk. It was clear that no creative modifications had been made.

Klein took off his tuxedo and hung it on the coat rack. Looking at Philip standing by the bay window, gazing at the red moon outside, he suddenly felt a chill and subconsciously shivered.

"You'd better go to sleep quickly, or we really won't be able to sleep for much longer," Klein urged.

"Oh." Philip shrugged.

Although he was a little tired and sleepy, Philip, who was already used to it, could easily stay up for another two hours. He didn't even care if he didn't sleep today, so he wasn't in a hurry after entering the room.

Are you not going to sleep tonight?

(End of this chapter)