Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Klein didn't continue to discuss the issue of drinks with Anderson, and walked directly back to his own room in the cabin. He needed to send his squirming hunger above the gray fog first. At this time, it wasn't just his own stomach that was making the sound of hunger.

Returning to the room from above the gray mist, he felt the smell of disgusting residue on his body. He planned to clean his body simply and quickly, and change the dirty clothes from the battle.

Whenever this time, I miss the washing machine, the great god of steam and machinery, when will we realize the four modernizations and complete the great rejuvenation of the nation.

Klein made complaints indiscriminately, and took out a bunch of odds and ends from his jacket pocket and put them on the table, including the master key for returning to the city automatically and the quest prop "Ludwell's blood-stained corner of his coat".

With a thought in his heart, Klein pulled over the chair and sat down.

Picking up the pen and paper on the table, Klein quickly wrote down the divination statement: "The location of the owner of the blood on this piece of cloth."

In the illusory picture, first there is a big ship with black tulips flamboyantly, then the deck is full of rotting corpses and bits and pieces of bones, and finally there is the vague figure of Ludwell in the captain's cabin who is treating the wound.

Klein opened his eyes, feeling a little happy in his heart, but he immediately thought that Ludwell might eliminate the connection between blood and himself, so that I can still try to divination the location of the owner of this piece of clothing, or I have to write to Az as soon as possible Mr. Ke, ask him to visit Grandma Wolf when he leaves this sea area.

Hey, I'm not a bad person, I just want to help Mr. Azik get back the relics of his ancestors, what's wrong with that?

After taking care of his personal hygiene and putting on his clean and decent coat again, Klein hurried to the restaurant.

After filling his stomach, Klein returned to the deck, carefully and patiently observed the surrounding environment, and kept an eye out for the mermaid. Anderson had said before that he had encountered a mermaid near here.

The Future sailed smoothly for most of the day, and Klein was always acting as a lookout post on the deck. Suddenly, the sky suddenly darkened again.

After regaining consciousness this time, Klein found himself in a strange place again.

This is an ordinary house, but it has a TV, a refrigerator, and a washing machine that Klein was fascinated by. All the faces are blurred, and the black and white of the photo stands out, which is incompatible with the colorful reality. The house was quiet, and the door to one of the three bedrooms was closed.

Klein walked directly to the room with the closed door, twisted the handle, and pushed the door open.

Klein's heart beat violently a few times. A man in a strange European-style ornate robe with a face that couldn't be seen was suspended in midair by a strong clothesline.

But the strange thing is that although his face is blurred, it gives people a sense of calm and peace, without the horrible face of a person who hanged himself after death, he seems to be just floating in the air and fell asleep.

Klein wanted to take a closer look, but the return to the highly myopic vision made him both nostalgic and uncomfortable.

Just as he approached, as if to see the man's face clearly, the hanging man suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden eyes clearly reflected a figure with short black hair, dark brown eyes, gentle temperament, and obvious bags under the eyes.

Klein suddenly took a step back, his heart beating wildly, and just as he was about to make a move, the whole room immediately collapsed.

Klein found himself in the library with the huge floor-to-ceiling windows last time.

Whose dream was it before? Wouldn't it still belong to the Evernight Goddess? It feels very different. Although I couldn't see that person's face clearly, I felt that it was a male figure, and that robe...couldn't be the dream of the lamp god!

No way...Deng Shen committed suicide before crossing over? The character he's showing now doesn't look like he's going to commit suicide at all. He said he didn't remember, did he really not remember, or was he just unwilling to remember?

Klein wanted to directly ask the lamp god for confirmation, but he was afraid that he would get back the memory that might have been self-sealed.

He calmed down for a while, then remembered the face reflected in the golden eyes, it was not Gehrman, nor Klein, it was Zhou Mingrui hidden in his heart, he was really startled at that time, he subconsciously I wanted to launch an attack, but I didn't expect that dream to suddenly shatter.

Klein exhaled, walked to the bookshelf, and saw the "Inner and Outer Universes and the Real Starry Sky" again. He wanted to take it out to read it, but he suddenly saw a black-covered book "Roselle's Notes 3".

Klein subconsciously wanted to reach out his hand. At this moment, the words of the lamp god sounded in his mind, thinking that every scene here is a dream, so whose dream is this library? The answer is self-evident.

My current identity is the Blessed One of the Fool, and the Queen of Mystery has most likely confirmed my identity. Besides, there is a lamp god, and she can't do anything to me. Thinking of this, Klein no longer intends to hide it, and stretches out his hand to that diary.

Just as he was opening the diary, planning to go whoring for nothing, suddenly there was the sound of "da, da" footsteps. Klein didn't look up, and took the time to read the text.

"We meet again, Mr. Grand Thief Black Emperor."

The lady's tone was soft, with no emotion audible.

"Hello, Your Excellency the Mystic Queen."

Klein picked up Gehrman's posture, answered without any hesitation, and reluctantly moved his gaze from the diary to the lady in front of him.

With long chestnut hair, a tall figure, a beautiful face, and the color of the clothes in the urban-rural fringe, the strong contrast made Klein's eyes very uncomfortable.

"Since you have admitted your identity, then you found out that the bookmark is the Black Emperor card because of his diary?"

Bernadette's eyes were dark, but her expression didn't change.

"I can't answer that question."

Klein's voice didn't change, as if he was stating the facts.

Bernadette gave people a sense of alienation in a high position for a long time. Once she stared at a person silently and intently, it would make that person feel great pressure.

After a long time, she spoke again:

"Have you mastered the way of interpreting the text created by Emperor Roselle?"

Klein wanted to answer "no" directly, but he was afraid that the existence of the high-sequence could directly distinguish the truth from the false. He wanted to remain silent to answer, but felt that silence would usually be regarded as acquiescence. He thought for a while and replied :

"You can ask the general of the star."

Bernadette looked at him with blue eyes for several seconds before saying:

"You are different from her. I hope you can share the interpretation method with me, and I can pay you."

Klein chuckled and asked back:

"Why don't you ask the wishing lamp?"

Bernadette's tone finally changed slightly, she said with a slight sigh:

"I can't afford it."

Heh, here is my reward, and the lamp god is the price, so you must look down on me, Mister Fool, too.

Also, in her eyes, she is making a deal with a mid-sequence like me, not a mysterious master above the gray mist.

"When you need help or some other clues about the card of blasphemy, tell me the answer."

Klein was about to continue implying that he was not the one who could read the diary, when the night suddenly ended.