Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 96 Megos

Mr. Fool wanted to use the ritual to find out the truth about the Forsaken Land, or perhaps the state of the Creator who created everything? Either way, it was an opportunity. Philip thought of his hidden identity and made his decision in secret.

If the sacrificial ritual described by Mr. "Sun" is normal, he will try to make some slight modifications himself. This way, he might be able to use the Shadow World as a storage space, and even make the vest more secure.

Saying

"Brother, what are you so excited about?" Philip turned his head and saw the "Hanged Man" next to him, who was also leaning back in his chair with a smile on his face. He tilted his head and wondered to himself.

As Derrick finished recounting the prayer ritual of the City of Silver, the Tarot meeting ended with Mr. Fool's brief exchange.

As the crimson light faded, Philip's consciousness returned to reality. He looked at the clock on the wall, confirmed the time was 3:32, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and went back to the window to look around, but did not find Azik.

He should be hiding somewhere. Once he confirmed I was awake, he left. After confirming the situation, Philip covered his mouth and yawned, quietly waiting for time to pass. It wasn't until evening that he followed Klein, who had left the security company, and left the place.

No. 2, Narcissus Street.

Having just finished dinner with his brother and sister, Klein sat on a single sofa, rubbing his forehead, reading the newly delivered "Ahova Evening News" with obvious fatigue, pondering what to do next.

"Klein, what happened?"

Meanwhile, Benson, sitting in his chair facing the pile of grammar books, classical literature, accounting textbooks, pens, and papers on the dining table, with a pained expression, keenly noticed something was wrong and asked.

Melissa, who was originally reviewing with various textbooks and stationery, looked at Klein with some confusion after Benson's reminder.

"Yes, I'm usually quite relaxed in these situations because I'm off work and it's my break time," Klein chuckled. "That security company can't be that relaxed every day. As a consultant, I always need to prove my abilities at crucial moments."

Today, to guard against Ince Zangwell's open scheme, his mind was almost constantly on edge. Even as he was about to leave work, he tried his best to guide Captain Dunn to think about coincidences and sent a telegram to Backlund that was closer to the answer.

The sanctuary should give us a reply tonight; hopefully, nothing unexpected will happen. Klein wore a slightly relaxed expression, masking the unease in his heart, and seized the opportunity to return to his room early.

As the window was opened, a figure, taking advantage of the darkness, swiftly and silently climbed up, avoiding the faint crimson moonlight, and entered the room.

"You really should pay me."

Philip sat down on the floor and complained, "I didn't do anything all day. I just secretly followed you around this morning to watch you handle things, and then spent almost the entire afternoon in the hourly room."

"You at least attended the Tarot Club," Klein said, taking off his tuxedo and top hat and placing them in the dressing room. His tone turned serious as he said, "I've questioned all the Night Watchers about the cases that happened today, and from their accounts, I haven't found any trace of that guy."

Upon hearing this, Philip spread his hands, sighing with a hint of helplessness, "If you can really find clues about him just by listening to his words, then I think you should go to a place called 221b Baker Street and find a man named Watson to solve the case."

"If I really had Sherlock Holmes's intelligence, I wouldn't be so nervous right now." Klein sighed, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and breathed steadily.

"Hello!"

Just as he was enjoying this moment of peace, Philip shook him up again.

"What's wrong?" Klein propped himself up and sat up. His brain and body, which had been slightly relieved, started working again, so much so that his face showed some helplessness and fatigue.

"85 pounds and four pages of diary."

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Half an hour later, Klein wrote the last word, then handed the blank papers to Philip, rubbed his temples, and said, "Okay, I've returned them to you. Don't keep me from sleeping anymore."

There's no need for the handwriting to be so similar to that of our time-traveling predecessors. It's too ugly. Philip straightened the two sheets of white paper in his hand, both sides of which were filled with writing. After seeing the words on them, he frowned and remained silent.

However, seeing that Klein was indeed exhausted, he didn't make a sound, quietly sat down in a chair, and began to read the contents of the four pages of the diary.

Although he had no high expectations, after actually reading through it, Philip's hopes for the shipment of Russell's diary were severely dashed once again.

One Piece, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the nameless island, the unexpectedly good marriage to Matilda, and becoming a "General Knowledge Person" and regaining the knowledge learned on Earth.

And then what? That's it?!

Philip even considered going offline to find Mr. "The Hanged Man" and Ms. "Justice" to obtain Russell's Diary from them, otherwise it would be too slow.

He sighed, placed the two sheets of paper on the desk, pressed them down with his pen, and after confirming that the windows and curtains were closed, he turned around, looked at Klein lying on the bed, stretched, and muttered:

"You've made me feel like a servant."

"I need to call you to settle your wages tomorrow night."

Tingen City, South District.

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

The heavy gloom obscured the faint light of dawn, and scattered yet continuous groups of people, with numb and pessimistic expressions, drove their weary bodies through this land that had begun to be shrouded in dust.

At this moment, a young woman, seemingly lost in the moment, raised her hand, her fingertips lightly touching her temple. A hint of confusion flickered in her listless eyes as she looked at the people around her and murmured to herself:

"strangeness."

She didn't know why, but lately, whenever she had time, she would involuntarily have the urge to come here, even if it was just to stay here quietly and do nothing.

As Megoss murmured to herself, she scratched her head, pulling out a dozen strands of golden hair with her fair fingers, but she didn't notice and continued walking silently.

As time passed, the blond hair gradually loosened and fell naturally to the ground, eventually catching the attention of a man behind him.

The man raised his head, which had been reflexively lowered, and looked at the figure in front of him wearing a loose green dress and a lotus leaf hat. The stark contrast between the figure and the factory area stirred a sliver of kindness in him, even though he was completely numb to life.

Driven by curiosity, he stepped forward, freeing himself from the dust, but suddenly froze on the spot, his eyes wide, his Adam's apple bobbing. He struggled for more than ten seconds, but still didn't dare to make a sound.

In the vision reflected in his pupils, he saw a beautiful woman tearing off clumps of her blonde hair in a monstrous amount.

This is too bizarre.

The man instinctively held his breath, stopped walking, and let the other person pass him, continuing to walk forward.

(End of this chapter)