Mystery: The Star Key

Ignatius acted to the end.

After saying goodbye to the head of the regiment, he walked out quickly, as if there was really a lover waiting for him.

Of course, he didn't forget to pay attention to the narrow-shouldered man outside the tent.

Ignat pretended to be casual and glanced outside the circus tent.

However, unexpectedly, the narrow-shouldered man he had just seen was no longer there.

"…"

Ignat felt a little relaxed at first.

However, after taking two steps, a sudden reaction occurred in his mind.

No... That man, why did he leave?

Ignatius' throat suddenly tightened...

Yes, that man is gone, no one is staring at me.

But... why did you leave?

...Did he see me?

In an instant, the memories of last night suddenly came up again.

...In the thick fog where he could barely reach his fingers, the man could always catch up with him. No matter where he ran, footsteps would appear behind him, and whenever he felt safe, he would suddenly notice a trace of impending doom. Malice on the skin...

"Dong dong-dong dong-"

At this moment, Igna seemed to hear a sound like a drum.

After a while, he realized that it was his heart beating. It jumps too violently. It stimulated the chest again and again, as if it could jump out of the throat in the next second.

Ignatius pinched himself across the leg of his trousers, forcing himself to calm down and not thinking about it any further.

The head of the regiment was still watching from behind, at least not showing any abnormality.

Igna maintained his normal pace and walked around the corner that he could see from the commander's office.

Then, when the regimental commander couldn't see him, he immediately flashed behind a tent, avoiding the sight of the regiment commander and all possible people.

With his back against the rough canvas tent, Igna took a deep breath.

The turbid air with the smell of lion urine and bear urine entered the chest cavity, which made people feel a little nauseated, but also let Igna's tense brain relax for a moment. Ability.

Although he was in the tent just now, he could calmly analyze the situation he was facing.

But when he realised that he had just been targeted by a murderer, Ignatius still had a thread left unconnected in his mind, but fortunately it was not too late to realize it.

"I can't act at will now." Ignat, who had calmed down, thought for the first time.

When he was going out before, he didn't know that this narrow-shouldered man would chase to the door of the circus. I didn't expect that the man would disappear again.

"Whether he saw me or not, he has chased outside the circus." Ignatius rationalized his thoughts

"Judging from the look on his face just now, it doesn't look like he went to the circus for entertainment. Then there is only one purpose - to confirm my 'death'." Igna crouched down and leaned on the tent . As an amateur novelist in his last life, he knew that at this time, the less he could panic.

The more afraid you are, the faster you die.

"Under this premise, the man's departure means that his purpose has been achieved. So it doesn't matter whether he sees me or not. The most important thing is that he should know that I'm not dead." Igna fumbled. .

"Judging from his previous actions... I guess he is trying to find a way to continue killing me."

"I don't know the method... There is a possibility of dropping the head and killing it with a knife... However, he failed to kill me before. This time he may take other methods..."

"There are a lot of paths to go to the telegraph office..." Ignatius had also been to Const's telegraph office. If he wanted to go, no matter how he went, he had to go through several dark alleys.

"…"

"...It's better not to go."

"It should be safer to be with the big team. He shouldn't blatantly kill people in broad daylight. Therefore, it is safe to perform and during the performance. You should pay attention to the time alone."

"Furthermore, now I know his methods, and I also know that he is the so-called Beyonder. I need to take the time to find out who the Beyonders are."

"Also... I have to practice my extraordinary abilities. On the one hand, the performance at night is on the one hand, and on the other hand, this is the only means of life-saving that I can use."

"I don't have a gun..."

After sorting out the current situation in his mind, Igna silently formulated several plans to strengthen himself, and planned to put it into action immediately.

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"21 Rue Nadova."

At five o'clock in the afternoon, according to the agreed time.

Ignatius and the circus clowns, Bendrick, Colt, and the troupe's coachman arrive at the door of Mr. Parker, who has made an appointment for a family trick.

Igna looked up at the small western-style building with about six floors in front of him. The building's off-white exterior walls were clean and clear, and baskets of green grass were placed on the small balconies on the exterior walls. The windows are closed, but the white curtains in the room and the carvings on the balcony also reveal the excellent taste of the host.

This house is on the second-best lot in the city of Conston. Only the more famous wealthy businessmen can afford it.

"You guys get ready first. I'll ask Mr. Parker where the preparation room is." Igna said to his companion.

They arrived a lot earlier than the show time, and the clowns Bendrick and Colt had not changed their clothes, nor had their faces painted.

According to the rules, they need to enter the house in decent clothes, and then prepare for the performance.

"Okay." Ignatius' arrangement was beyond reproach, and Bendrick and Colt nodded.

While speaking, Igna reached out and pulled the doorbell at Mr. Parker's back door.

"Ding bell—"

In the not very clear ringtone, Igna swallowed nervously and calmly.

No matter how many performances the original owner has performed before, for the current Ignatius, this is his first performance.

I just crammed to get familiar with those "tricks" a dozen times, and I don't know if I can use them smoothly...

And just when Igna was distracted, the inner door was pushed open from the inside out.

A man dressed as a butler to serve, pushed open the door.

He leaned towards Igna very politely, gave a salute, and smiled at Igna: "Welcome, our puppet circus master of tricks."

Igna smiled and returned the salute, happy for the butler's respect.

Even before Ignatius, it was rare for the housekeeper to open the door for him.

This kind of respect is really rare.

And, as the door opened, Igna could smell the fragrant and sweet smell of almond cake and baked cookies in the air, and it smelled so refreshing.

However, Igna's smile was only halfway through when he suddenly couldn't smile.

Because he, who has always had a keen sense of smell, suddenly seemed to smell a trace of something hidden under this sweet smell...

...the smell of blood.

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P.S. The archives that are sent now are all written after the mystery is over, and it has been almost a year now.

Looking at my writing a year ago, I feel that compared to a year ago, I have made great progress now haha. Have a little fun!

Originally, I thought about whether to revise the previous article, but revising the question would take energy. So it's still better to write a new one.jpg.

P.PS Although I think there are only more than 10,000 words to ask someone to leave a message, it is a bit whimsical.

But I still hope that someone will like this article XD

Hope to have it!