Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Prelude to Chapter 92

In the dead of night, Philip, dressed in a black hooded robe, blended into the darkness and moved silently. If an ordinary person without supernatural vision were to stop and look with the naked eye, they would probably not notice anything.

The map of Tingen City and the information Klein had previously shared with the private detective flashed through his mind. Following this memory, Philip avoided the streetlights and the crimson moonlight, advancing towards his target under the cover of shadows.

He didn't know why there were so many houses with dark red chimneys, but the information on his arm told him to look for targets in the suburbs. But that didn't matter; he just needed to do it.

As for Mr. Azik's bronze whistle, after a moment's hesitation, Philip still managed to temporarily remove it from the sleeping Klein's body, even though there was a slight possibility that this might cause an accident for the other party.

He didn't believe that a Sequence 5 powerhouse who set his sights on demigods would ignore him, a Sequence 7 who was searching for his own tracks, and instead condescend to kill a low-sequence extraordinary individual who posed no threat.

There is no benefit to be gained.

If that were to actually happen, Klein, whether he had the bronze whistle or not, would be in pretty much doomed even while he was fast asleep. Judging from the fact that he hasn't gotten into trouble yet after all this time, the mastermind behind it all is Ince.

Therefore, compared to the enormous benefits of encountering danger later and having no scruples, only needing to blow the whistle for two minutes until Mr. Azik arrives, Philip compromised his moral bottom line.

The sky was almost completely black except for the crimson moon that occasionally peeked through the clouds. However, the terrifying perception brought about by his powerful spirituality still allowed him to walk on the road with almost no effect.

After experiencing the illusion that he was the only one awake in the entire Tingen at this point in time, Philip finally started running, letting the scenery on both sides quickly pass by and disappear into nothingness.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he stopped and realized that he had arrived at the outside of a detached house in the northern suburbs.

In Tingen, there are an alarming number of detached houses in the suburbs, and they are quite scattered. Even with the dark red chimney as a screening criterion, and by traveling by horse-drawn carriage the whole way, it might take several days or even half a month to find them.

Although the area of ​​more than 500 houses in the suburbs has been reduced to 32 houses that have changed owners in the last half month, Philip still has no expectations. In fact, it can be said that the current situation is only because he feels that sleeping is a waste of time.

After all, if the perspective were reversed and he were Ince Zangwell, he would probably die laughing. It would be a complete situation where the enemy is in the light and he is in the dark, and he also has a powerful level 0 sealed artifact that can weave destiny and open up a god's-eye view.

In contrast, Azik Eggers, the only one who could pose a threat, is not only suffering from amnesia and in poor condition, but also lacks the means to find him, so he could easily slip away.

Isn't this just cheating?

Philip sighed, rolled up his sleeve to let the blue crystal pendant used for divination, which was wrapped around his right wrist, fall down, and then entered a meditative state, quietly reciting:

"There is danger here."

"There is danger here."

Several seconds later, Philip opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the blue pendant that was moving counterclockwise. Suddenly, he covered his head, frowned, and looked around with a puzzled expression.

Two seconds later, his expression returned to normal. He put the pendant back into his sleeve and muttered, "Next is... uh, where was it again?"

"The closest place should be here."

Philip drifted away in a certain direction, following the hazy memories in his mind. The garden in the yard of the detached house was slightly dilapidated, but the lawn was still green, swaying in the lonely evening breeze, concealing the caress of a quill pen moving across paper inside the window.

"It's amazing. Philip Howard came to the suburbs and, by sheer luck, found Ince Zangwell's detached house, which was completely unexpected by the latter."

(Rough and hasty scratches)

"Unexpectedly, Philip Howard has landed in the right place, but that's far from enough. He can only let the truth slip away, let time pass! This is merely a minor detour that puts Ince Zangwill's original plan on track!"

Ince Zangwell gripped the quill pen, squinted slightly, and continued writing forcefully in the notebook:

"The story will eventually come to an end, culminating in Ince Zangwill's victory. As the protagonist, he needs to muster the courage to execute a crazy, swift, simple, and flawless plan!"

"Ince Zangwell will definitely win!"

The morning sunlight streamed into the room as the curtains were drawn back. Klein withdrew his hand, glanced at the neatly made mattress and blankets on his bed, and shook his head with amusement. "They're already gone. Isn't this guy sleepy?"

After stretching and moving his neck a couple of times, he put the cushion and blanket back in the closet, then put on the tailcoat hanging on the coat rack, and went out of the room to wash up in the bathroom.

After finishing his business with the maid Bella and saying goodbye to his sister and brother, Klein left his house without lingering and went to the tram stop.

At the platform, a white-haired boy wearing a gauze mask, a round-brimmed felt hat, and drooping hair, whose eyes were barely visible unless one looked closely, was already standing there quietly waiting.

Philip Klein and he exchanged a glance and a nod, then they stepped together into the public carriage that followed, arriving at Blackthorn Security Company.

Pushing open the door, Rosanne, who was usually very relaxed, patted her chest as if she had seen a savior when she saw him, saying, "My God, Klein, you're finally here! You have no idea what happened today."

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

Klein had just finished his hat-twirling greeting when he heard what the other person said. He frowned, not hiding his confusion, and asked, "What happened?"

Upon hearing this, Rosanne sighed.

"This morning, the police discovered three cases that were highly likely to involve supernatural factors. Leonard, Frye, Ms. Sega, and Cohenley all went there, and Ms. Luo Yao also went to conduct her routine patrol."

Upon hearing this, Klein frowned even more deeply. "So, right now only the captain is on duty at Charness Gate in our company?"

Even if he were incredibly dense, he had already connected the dots to the mastermind, Ince. The other party had already made such a blatant move, and it was very likely that they would take action today.

"Hmm." Rosanne nodded, and said with some worry, "I don't know if something serious has happened in Tingen. Just now, someone even came over wanting to ask us for a favor, but I refused."

The captain must have sensed something was wrong, but it was hard to connect the dots. Ince Zangwell tried to make him think of this possibility. Klein put his top hat back on, trying to keep his expression calm, and nodded slightly:

"I'll go talk to the captain first."

(End of this chapter)