Revival of the Mysterious: Tarot Cards, Starting with the Fortune Teller

In the night sky, the moon was dim, the stars were sparse, and the whole earth seemed to be sleeping.

The street is like a river with waves as smooth as a mirror, and occasionally some animals shuttle through the streets and alleys, seeming to recall the excitement and busyness during the day.

"Tap tap tap tap...!!" A sound of slight footsteps broke the quiet night.

Immediately afterwards.

A song comes from nowhere...

[Across the plains where lions sleep...]

[Through the devil-infested valley...]

【I am for every silent land...】

[Bringing dark blessings...]

[The people of Devi Principality sing for me...]

[The warning of the pioneers sounded because of me...]

[Every breath pauses with my arrival...]

[Every heart is sad when I leave...]

[When you open your eyes...]

[I left quietly...]

[Just as I came quietly...]

[A wonderful dream will accompany everyone...]

The poems sounded at the same time.

Waves of energy spread out in all directions.

in the dark.

A man dressed as a homeless man steps out.

Fair skin, heavy bags under the eyes.

Hands holding accordion.

Sometimes he hums a piece, sometimes he plays a piece on the accordion.

It seems that this quiet night is his best stage.

Sing to excitement.

I couldn't help but spin my body in a circle and dance, looking particularly elegant.

However…

The little animals around were unaware of it.

Even the drunkards holding wine bottles and continuing to drink beside the street seemed to be unable to hear or see.

Only those who are sleeping.

Cold sweat continued to break out on his forehead.

It seems that I dreamed of something special.

The body also began to struggle slowly.

But those double eyelids.

It was as if it had been sewn shut.

No matter how much I rolled my eyes, I couldn't push my eyelids away.

The singer comes to the end of the road.

Getting ready to turn.

at this time.

A slender hand stretched out from the side road.

A silver bracelet hung from her wrist.

The arrow below hunting is pointing at you.

Just when the young man was confused.

Three figures came out.

One of the handsome men grinned.

Sounds come from the mouth.

"caught you!"

The singer did not leave.

Putting down the accordion, he looked at the three of them with cold eyes.

"Who are you? Why are you disturbing my elegance?"

The three people coming were none other than Alex, Kurt, and Roland.

Alex took a step forward.

He took out his green ID card from his pocket and spread it out to signal to the other party.

said seriously.

"I'm a member of the Secret Service, Alex!"

"You are suspected of being involved in a murder case. Please come with me."

"Don't overreact, otherwise I have the right to kill you on the spot!"

The panda-eyed man said fearlessly.

"Are you referring to...the humans who died in their sleep?"

"Sorry, I don't think I am a murderer. Evil thoughts come from people's hearts. If they are kind people, they will not be affected in any way."

"As for the Special Affairs Bureau, forget it. I don't want to go to that kind of place."

Finished.

Without waiting for Alex to reply, he turned around and left.

Alex saw this.

Veins popped out on his forehead.

He has never seen such an arrogant person.

He actually mistook the words spoken by the Special Affairs Bureau personnel as farts.

He shouted in a deep voice.

"Stop!! Who allowed you to leave?"

"Come back to the Special Affairs Bureau with me. You can decide what is right and what is wrong. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!!"

The panda-eyed man stopped.

He turned around and looked at Alex with a sneer.

Sudden.

A voice appeared on the roof nearby.

He squatted on the eaves and smiled.

"Oh? Why do you want to be so rude?"

Another voice came from the roof on the other side.

"What a headache!!"

Behind Alex and others, a voice came again.

"What should I do if I don't want to go to the Special Affairs Bureau?"

This is just the beginning…

Figures appeared all around.

All of them look exactly like the man with panda eyes.

It's like a clone technique.

Alex immediately took out his pistol and was on guard.

"Who are you? What kind of weird ability is this?"

Alex had never heard of this kind of ability.

From a perceptual point of view, the energy in the opponent's body is only slightly stronger than that of Sequence 8.

But there are at least a hundred figures around.

You can also speak freely.

This shows that those figures are not afterimages.

Alex turned his head and asked Roland.

"Do you know what the other person's abilities are? Are these people around you fake or real?"

Roland glanced around, unable to see why.

He shook his head.

"Never heard of it, never seen it!"

Just while talking.

Kurt's monocle also displayed the other party's information.

Name: Herman.

Occupation: Path of the Sleepless One, Sequence 8 Midnight Poet.

Ability: 1. No need for sleep, only at the moment of death, the eyes will be closed. 2. Use energy to prevent others from sleeping until they die of mental exhaustion. 3. Use poetry to bring sleepers into nightmares. 4. At midnight, every character of the song can transform into a figure.

Introduction: He was once a down-and-out nobleman who took up the profession of bard in order to make a living. By chance, I got the recipe for the Sleepless One's path. The Sequence 8 potion has been digested and the Sequence 7 potion has been taken. However, due to the special sequence, a nightmare beast needs to be summoned to integrate into the body before it can officially enter Sequence 7.

Tip: Kill as soon as possible, otherwise the nightmare beast will form!