Chapter 241 Who Am I?

After exploring around, Klein, who found nothing else, returned to the ancient palace supported by stone pillars.

He sat at the top of the long bronze table, half closed his eyes, and examined the comparison between his spiritual growth and the number of members he could recruit.

"Counting the unburdened ones before, roughly four new members can be recruited, but there is no goal for the time being..." Klein shook his head and said to himself, no longer staying, and returned to the real world, busy for a wonderful dinner.

Cut potatoes, blanch beef, add onions, stir fry for a while, sprinkle sugar, peppercorns and other condiments, Klein poured the prepared hot water into the stew pot, covered the lid, and lowered the flame.

I have to say that the ability of the "Magician" to manipulate flames is simply a good helper in the kitchen... Since I have it, my cooking skills have improved significantly... If there is no loss of control, no monsters, no searches, no evil gods, everyone is committed to this The world will be peaceful and beautiful when the ability is used without pollution... Klein sighed, left the kitchen, and entered the living room.

The light from the gas wall lamp spilled out. Klein, who was planning to flip through the magazine and wait for the opportunity to put potatoes and carrots, and put in an appropriate amount of salt, couldn't help but think about how to play the "faceless man":

"Just after waking up this morning, my spirit was completely stabilized, and I found that although the 'Faceless Man' potion in my body showed no signs of being digested, it was compatible with me to some extent. , 'clown', 'magician', a phenomenon that has never been seen after taking potions..."

Thinking of this, Klein looked up at the oriel window. Because the outside sky was getting dark, it became like a mirror, faithfully reflecting Sherlock with black hair, brown eyes, a beard around his mouth, and gold-rimmed glasses. . Moriarty image.

Klein nodded thoughtfully:

"Maybe it's because I've been playing Klein Moretti all along, um... In a sense, Sherlock Moriarty is just Klein's disguise, not someone else.

"Although I have received many memory fragments and possessed some of the original feelings, in essence, I am still a visitor from another world, Zhou Mingrui, the strong earth keyboard.

"In the past five months, I have experienced too many things. Sometimes, I even think that I am Klein Moretti."

In silence, thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, giving him a lot of insight.

However, I was always Zhou Mingrui in Klein Moretti's skin... He never gave up his plan to go back... He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the figure reflected on the oriel window had already changed:

Those are dark brown eyes,

A young man with short black hair, his facial features are not distinctive, he looks quite gentle, but his eye bags are obvious, and his chin is already showing signs of double layers.

This is Zhou Mingrui from Earth.

Long time no see... Klein sighed secretly, raised his hands, and rubbed his face.

When he lowered his arms, he had already turned back into Sherlock Moriarty.

After such a lot of contemplation and adjustment, he inexplicably felt that there was a lot less barrier between spirituality and potion, and there were signs of gradual integration.

"No wonder the teacher of 'Master Puppet' Rosago, maybe the teacher, would say that you can pretend to be anyone, but you can only be yourself... This should be the core rule of the 'Faceless Man' impersonation method, Once you forget this, it is easy to lose yourself in the constant changes, and eventually become a monster." Klein recalled what he had gained from the previous psychic, and he suddenly realized.

He crossed his right leg, leaned back, and quickly made an arrangement for the future:

"Exploring and summarizing the specific rules of playing 'Faceless Man'...

"In Backlund's Extraordinary circle, at the Tarot Club, collect information about mermaids, and prepare for going to sea to complete the ceremony...

"Get the potion formula of 'Sun Priest' directly or indirectly, help the little 'Sun' to be promoted to Sequence 7, and be eligible for the method of removing the mental pollution of out-of-control people with extraordinary characteristics.

"But we can't completely place our hopes on the little 'sun', we have to try to collect it ourselves."

With his mood gradually settling down, Klein snapped his fingers, reducing the fire in the kitchen, and the smell of beef began to permeate.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the doorbell being rang.

The visitor is lawyer Jurgen.

Even though the light rain was pattering and the ground was wet with water, Jurgen still dressed meticulously, even wearing a stiff collar.

"What's the matter?" Klein and the other party were already quite familiar, so he asked directly without exchanging pleasantries.

Jurgen put away the black umbrella, patted some drops of water on the double-breasted long dress and said:

"Sherlock, I will leave Backlund on Monday next week, and go to the south with my grandma for vacation. The warm environment and clean air there are very suitable for her."

"This is a very good thing." Klein took the initiative to reason and asked with a smile, "You want me to adopt Brody for a short time?"

Jurgen shook his head seriously:

"My grandma was reluctant to part with Brody and insisted on taking it with me. I asked, as long as I put it in the cage and bought a full ticket, it can also go on the steam train, but I must always pay attention to cleaning the cage so as not to pollute it. air."

In fact, the smell in the third-class compartment is enough to overwhelm the stench of cat feces... Klein chuckled lightly and said:

"Brody should be very reluctant to go out, right?"

"But it misses my grandma even more." Jurgen responded.

He pressed his hat and said instead:

"I'm here to inform you that if you need to be released on bail and deal with legal disputes during this period, you can find my colleague. This is his business card. I have already communicated with him. He will not leave Backlund this year."

What a professional, I even considered this issue... However, I don't think I need it for the time being. I am an informant of "Mechanical Heart" now, and I will not be arrested in the police station under normal circumstances... Klein smiled and thanked, He took the business card and stuffed it into his pocket.

Jurgen had no intention of chatting or entering the door, so he immediately raised his hand and said:

"I have to visit other clients, Sherlock, see you tomorrow, no, see you next year."

"Then I have to say in advance, Happy New Year to your family." Klein smiled and waved.

After watching Lawyer Jurgen leave with an umbrella, Klein closed the door and sat back in the living room.

At this moment, apart from the flames licking the bottom of the pot in the kitchen, there was no other sound in the room. It was so quiet that Klein could hear the carriage driving in the distance.

He looked around slowly and saw coffee table, contracts, cabinets, pens, china cups, dining table, chairs and walls.

Withdrawing his gaze, Klein leaned back on the back of the sofa, looked at the night outside the window and the gas street lamps emitting light in the night, and sighed in the deep coldness and silence:

"New Year..."

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The lightning gradually calmed down, and the darkness became the master of the earth.

The exploration team in the City of Silver finally arrived at their destination after a long but not short trek and sporadic battles.

With the help of the light that the animal skin lantern couldn't reach, Derrick Berg saw the almost completely collapsed city wall, and saw the dilapidated streets without even a single weed.

On both sides of the street, most of the houses have collapsed, and only a few are still barely supporting, but the surfaces are all mottled and full of dust from time.

The coating with white and blue as the main tone, and the pointed building structure that is different from the City of Silver, are already gray, making it hard to imagine their original appearance.

However, Derrick could use this to get a glimpse of the city's past. It must have gone through a long period of time, had quite a number of residents, and developed its own civilization in the dark ages.

The humans here take potions, repair buildings, defend the city walls, five or six or more teams, explore outside, hunt monsters, and find the resources necessary for survival.

They will celebrate in the short-term stability, they will sacrifice to the gods, their desires will be answered, and the next generation will be born to continue the hope.

However, they eventually disappeared in the darkness, lost all their voices, and left only a ruin.

The ruins are like a huge tomb, burying a civilization that struggled to survive but disappeared.

"Demon Hunter" Colin looked around, his face was a little solemn, as if he had seen the future of the City of Silver.

He pointed to the front and said:

"The rest of the place has been cleaned up.

"That temple is in the very center of the city."

The exploration team dispersed slightly, but they still maintained sufficient order and did not relax their vigilance on the surroundings.

Passing one ruin after another that had been destroyed for an unknown amount of time, and one street after another that was so quiet that it made people manic, Derrick finally saw a wide and high platform that was purely artificially piled up.

On the high platform, there is a half-collapsed building, which is very similar to the temple in the City of Silver, with stone pillars supporting the dome and arches forming the gate.

The style is completely different from the other buildings here, and it really is the "Fallen Creator" who later converted... Just as Derrick had such a thought, the four lanterns in the team went out at the same time!

All of a sudden, the entire exploration team fell into pure darkness. There was no lightning in the sky, no candlelight on the ground, and the breathing sounds of the surrounding humans seemed to disappear all of a sudden.

Derrick's body tensed instantly, and he felt as if some monster stuck out its tongue in the darkness, tentatively licking his scalp, but his inspiration told him that nothing actually appeared.

At this time, a childish and helpless, frightened and dry voice sounded in his ears.

It was a child whispering:

"Help me...help me..."

Derrick was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to react, but in an instant, a little bit of shimmering dust appeared in front of his eyes.

The dust exploded one after another, igniting wisps of silvery white light, illuminating the surrounding area.

Colin stared at Derrick, and said in a low voice:

"What are you thinking?"

Derrick suddenly woke up, clasped his hands in shame, and put them in front of his mouth and nose, as if praying.

Quite bright rays of light immediately radiated from his body, causing the surrounding darkness to recede silently.

The other team members seized the time and re-lit the candles.

Because the "Demon Hunter" responded in a timely manner, no team members disappeared this time, and there were no new members.

Colin withdrew his gaze from Derrick, looked at the half-collapsed temple on the high platform, and said solemnly:

"From now on, there can be no negligence, and the alert will be raised to the highest level." Please use the latest domain name to read books on this site