Mystery: Start with the Reader

Klein wore his cheap formal suit and carried a black silver-encrusted cane. He climbed up the stairs step by step, and arrived at the door of the Blackthorn Security Company—his tuxedo was damaged due to the battle with the clown yesterday, and he had already sent it to the cloakroom. mend.

Klein was about to say hello to Roseanne when he suddenly saw Captain Dunn coming out of the partition.

"Good morning, Klein, did you sleep well last night?" Because the other party personally killed someone in the hunt for Riel Bieber yesterday, Dunn asked with concern.

Klein replied truthfully: "It's better than I imagined. I didn't even have a nightmare. It's just that when I recall it, it's still a little heavy and disgusting."

"Very well, I can rest assured." Dunn smiled and nodded.

At this moment, Klein suddenly felt that his spirituality was touched by something, but he couldn't feel the specific thing.

"Could it be Miss Justice or Mister Hanged Man praying to The Fool again?"

Thinking about it this way, seeing that the captain seemed to be chatting about the weather, he took the initiative to mention:

"Captain, I want to go to the bathroom."

Dunn froze for a moment, then put on his hat, pointed to the door as if nothing had happened and said:

"Go, I just have to go to inspect Raphael's cemetery... Oh, forget one thing, Leonard and the police department have achieved some results in tracking down the members of the Secret Order, and found the carriage that carried them Husbands identified their temporary residence in Tingen City, but they were quite cautious and did not leave any particularly valuable clues."

"As expected of an ancient secret organization." Klein echoed with emotion, and was about to walk away.

But as soon as Dunn reached the door, he stopped, turned around and said:

"Also, the Holy Church may take two to three days to reply to your application to become a full member. Hehe, this is under the jurisdiction of different departments from the Antigonus family notes, and the efficiency is not the same."

"I understand." Klein turned around and replied sincerely.

After watching Dunn really leave, Klein didn't dare to use the company's bathroom. After all, this is the headquarters of the Nighthawks, so he went straight out after waiting for Dunn to go far away, and came to the Old Well restaurant where the company provided lunch.

After borrowing the bathroom here, he locked the door and closed the gate valve.

Then, Klein took out a silver knife he had applied for, sketched a ball of light in his mind, and entered a semi-meditative state in advance.

He accumulated energy, according to the previous practice, let the spirituality spurt out through the tip of the knife, and let them move with him, miraculously combined with the environment, sealing the bathroom.

After putting down the knife, he took four steps counterclockwise.

The same screaming and whispering came, and the same madness and pain added to him. He tried his best to control himself, and survived the most difficult and dangerous stage in a state of almost half-consciousness.

The gray mist is boundless, the crimson "stars" are far or near, and the majestic temple stands like a dead giant. Everything before Klein's eyes has not changed in any way compared to before. The silence and antiquity accumulated over thousands of years Come on.

He looked down at the red stars belonging to 'Justice' and 'The Hanged Man' nearby, and saw that they didn't shrink or expand, and he was a little puzzled for a while.

"It's not begging... What's that for?" Klein looked around, but found nothing unusual. He frowned, took out a pen and paper, and wrote the "Dream Divination" statement:

"The reason why I was spiritually touched."

In the gray and illusory dreamland, Klein saw the majestic temple and a crimson star shining in the boundless gray fog.

As the scene faded, Klein exited the dream.

Then, with a casual move, the stars twinkling in the dream just now were drawn to him. According to the crimson "star" has the function of saving prayers, which is similar to offline messages, Klein wants to know who it is,

He had to say something else to touch his spirituality.

Then he heard a set of words that were too familiar: "Honakis... Antigonus... half-fool..."

...

On the White Agate, Abner, who put down the pen in his hand, had a strange smile on his face, and thought, "Mr. Fool won't be scared, will he?"

"Although he will definitely be more vigilant in this way, at this time, Klein doesn't have a deep understanding of the cruelty of this world, and he himself is deeply troubled by the incident brought about by the notebook of the Antigonus family. , and even last night, if the plot played out as scheduled, he was taken aback by the dead clown's fake corpse..."

"So as long as I put in some key words from time to time but don't give an explanation, sooner or later he can't hold back and drags me into the gray fog."

"Heh, this trick can only be used when he is still Klein. It won't be easy to fool him when he becomes Sherlock. If he gets to Gehrman, I'm afraid he will become a Extraordinary characteristic and join the Tarot Society... Okay Well, Gehrman is actually not that vicious, this is probably influenced by Forsi."

Next, Abner was in a good mood to learn the extraordinary abilities of other paths that the "Pure White Eye" had already analyzed and completed. Although it is already known that this 'analysis' comes from the unknown place behind the pure white eye, Abner is still used to calling it the pure white eye, and this is also a kind of concealment of the true source of power.

After noon, Abner, who had eaten lunch, picked up the pen again, picked up a novel to put on a show, and then sincerely recited "The Fool" silently, muttering for a while, "Antigonus... the fourth The Angel Ji family...supported the Tudor Dynasty in the Battle of the Four Emperors." After that, he read this novel with peace of mind, and "offline" after pretending it again.

...

Tingen, Jinwutong District, in the Deville Library.

Klein successfully applied for a library card with the letter of introduction from his university tutor.

While looking at the small card in his hand, he asked several administrators:

"Do you have "Research on the Ancient Relics of the Main Peak of Hornakis" here? It was published by the Loen People Publishing House."

One of the administrators immediately replied:

"Please wait a moment, I will look for it."

He turned around, faced the drawers, opened the one corresponding to the initials of "Honakis", and then turned out several cards full of words according to a certain pattern.

After reading it carefully, he shook his head and said:

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't have this book in our collection."

"What a pity." Klein replied slightly disappointed.

At the same time, his spirit was touched again, exactly as it had been in the morning.

"Again? Is this the rhythm that is going to annoy me if it doesn't scare me to death?" Klein complained in his heart, but with a smile on his face, he asked the administrator:

"Excuse me, how do I get to the bathroom?"

The administrator was stunned for a moment, but still showed him the way responsibly.

After entering the bathroom, Klein skillfully sealed off the space with spirituality, then walked four steps backwards and boarded the gray mist.

Through divination, Klein knew that the source of his spirituality was the crimson star before. This time, he took a deep breath, following the method of peeking at the "Hanged Man" last time, let his spirituality spread, touching the crimson ball.

A blurry and distorted picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. He could only vaguely see a young man with brown curly hair reading a book, and holding a pen with complicated patterns in his hand.

The young man was wearing a decent Loen-style formal attire. Although the surrounding furniture was somewhat crude, it was well-matched, like a carefully decorated guest room.

Since the picture is not clear, only the outlines of the characters can be seen, and Abner was always wearing the 'sea wind hat' in the dream labyrinth tower, so Klein didn't recognize this young man as he had seen in the dream divination before. Kill 'Tris'.

Klein looked at the screen and listened intently, but was embarrassed to find that the other party seemed to be talking to himself while reading, and the vocabulary he said was not coherent, and he couldn't understand what he was looking at or what he was saying.

"He probably didn't intend to pray to me... But the book he read seems to contain a lot of secrets about the Antigonus family... This is exactly what I want to know, no wonder the spirituality is touched."

"Maybe I should drag him into the gray mist and ask about the specific situation? But this is not in line with my principles... I don't want to go against other people's wishes and forcibly pull him into this mysterious space."

"But that young man's uttering those words so unpreparedly may attract the covetousness of secret organizations such as the Secret Order. I should remind him..."

Klein hesitated and struggled for a long time, and finally decided to drag the young man into the gray fog to remind him. As for whether the other party wants to stay and become a member of the party, it is entirely up to him.

"I summoned him as a god. Even if he doesn't want to establish contact with me, he shouldn't talk nonsense afterwards. Although it is a bit risky, it is worth a try."

Thinking of this, Klein was about to reach out his right hand to touch the crimson star, but he stopped halfway through.

After a moment of silence, Klein let the citrine pendant on his left hand hang down naturally in front of him.

When the swing subsided, he outlined the ball of light and meditated in his heart:

"Touching this crimson star will bring me danger."

Over and over again, he opened his eyes and looked at the pendulum, only to see that the citrine pendant was rotating slightly counterclockwise.

"No, there is no danger!"

This time, Klein no longer hesitated, stretched out his right hand, and touched the crimson star.

The crimson ball burst out immediately, and the light flowed like water.