Mystery: Start with the Reader Chapter 72

　　 "Well, I can't stay here for too long, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble... I look forward to seeing you next time!"

After the handsome and strange man finished speaking, he did not give Abner a chance to ask questions again. The illusory giant bat wings suddenly appeared behind him, enveloping his body, and then his figure disappeared, and everything around him returned to normal. .

　　 However, it wasn't until the opponent had left for a long time that Abner seemed to have recovered the ability to act, and exhaled a long breath.

　　 It was the afternoon in mid-July, but he couldn't feel any warmth, only the biting cold surrounding his atrium, as if to freeze the blood in his whole body.

　　Although this high-ranking powerhouse who came to represent the will of the ancestor of the blood family seemed to have no malice, he kindly reminded him, but...

　　 Believe in the power of the gods, don't believe in their mercy!

　　 This Quaternary motto surrounds Abner's mind. He does not believe that the God of Knowledge and Wisdom and the ancestor of the blood race will be kind enough to unconditionally nurture him. In the future, he will inevitably pay a huge price to repay this kindness!

　　 Regarding the gaze of the God of Knowledge, Abner, who had been inferred from various clues and evidence, was mentally prepared, but the appearance of the blood clan monster and his words undoubtedly confirmed the previous guess.

　　 This makes Abner no longer able to deceive himself, and must look straight at the gods and pay attention to his own problems.

　　 Why do they value me? It's just because I'm a traverser... But, they seem to know my golden fingers well, are my so-called secrets really secrets? Do they also know what I know?

　　 If the God of Knowledge and Wisdom really knows all the plots, why doesn't he move?

　　 Thinking of this, Abner suddenly remembered Anderson, who had obtained the "Iron Knight" potion formula in advance, and couldn't help narrowing his eyes, and continued to calculate in his heart:

　　Perhaps, the God of Knowledge already has a layout... and he must be very good at dealing with the All-Knowing and Almighty, otherwise he would not have succeeded in the backstab and shared the characteristics of the ancient sun god! He knew that a large part of the so-called storyline was actually promoted by the one behind him, so before he really showed his fangs, he would certainly not make major changes to the "plot", he would only make secret plans... just with him. The same as when I joined "Redemption Rose"!

　　 Then, what role will I play in this? Why did you let me come?

　　After thinking about it for a while, Abner finally had to stop guessing without any evidence in frustration. Not to mention that he can't guess the means of the gods now. What if he can guess it? He has no ability to resist a Sequence 7 at all.

　　 Fortunately, at least so far, the **** of knowledge and wisdom is more kind to me...

　　 So comforted himself that Abner no longer thought about things that were meaningless at the moment. He turned around and left the steam train station, called a cab for hire, and went to the canal terminal to buy two passenger ferry tickets.

　　Since you don't go to Tingen, don't take the train passing there. It's better to take a boat directly from the canal back to Backlund.

　　 St. Elena's Church on the outskirts of Stowe.

The fascinating and handsome man in a red shirt and black high-collar jacket just stepped into the headquarters of this dark night church in East Chestershire, and saw several pillars carved with the night holy emblem on the church's tall roof suddenly shrouded in shadows. The color of the ink.

　　 On both sides of these columns, the iconic huge glass windows painted with angel patterns in the church hall have also become dark, but it is clear that it is daytime, but there is a bright red moon quietly hanging behind the skylight at the end of the church.

　　 The candles and lights that were originally lit in the church have disappeared at this time. Except for the huge red moon outside the skylight, it is the dark night.

　　 Under the night, the believers who originally prayed in the church were also stained with pitch black, as if they had changed from living people into ink paintings.

　　 Black and red, shadows and pillars, tranquility and tranquility, are displayed in the eyes of this vampire in such a peculiar posture.

　　 Seeing such a scene, the handsome and strange blood man did not show a nervous expression, but turned his head to look at the preaching stage in the hall.

　　Because a figure suddenly appeared behind the empty preaching platform.

　　 The figure was dressed in a simple linen robe with stitches, a belt twisted like bark was tied around his waist, and his long black hair draped arbitrarily, his feet covered with dust and scars without shoes and socks.

　　 This is a lady, her facial features are very ordinary, her dark eyes are no different from normal people, but her whole body is peaceful and peaceful, which makes people feel at ease at first sight.

　　 "Secret servant?" The blood man asked with a chuckle.

　　 "Exactly!" The lady stepped forward and gently saluted the blood man, and said: "I didn't expect you to come down, and the goddess sent me to greet her."

　　 "It's just an attempt with a special junior body..." The blood man smiled and waved his hand, and then continued, "Don't be so cautious, I won't stay here for long, just say a few words and leave."

　　 "Please give me an order," the lady said calmly.

　　 "Tell Heiye that I have observed and approved the candidate she likes, and I should send an interesting little guy to contact him."

　　 The blood man finished speaking, and without waiting for the other person to answer, he turned the whole figure into countless bats and disappeared into the church that was shrouded by the 'night'.

　　 The lady was silent for a moment before she whispered: "The goddess has understood your will."

　　Tingen, in the townhouse at No. 2 Narcissus Street, Klein walked four steps backwards into the gray fog.

　　 "The clue to the'clown' potion."

　　The ancient and mottled bronze table top, Klein read the "divination sentence" several times, leaned back, and fell asleep.

　　 His surroundings quickly became peaceful and silent, and what he saw in his "eyes" was misty and hazy, and countless distorted, illegible pictures flashed here quickly, like drops of dew on the tender petals in the morning.

　　 Gradually, Klein grasped his spirituality and regained a certain sense of consciousness.

He saw a dim room in front of him. There were many sofas and seats in the room, filled with all kinds of mysterious people, and in the corner of these seats was a woman wearing an iron mask and a black robe. .

　　 This woman is handing a blue transparent jelly-like object to a gray-haired old gentleman sitting on the central sofa.

　　Although no one showed their faces, such clear details convinced Klein that this was a secret and extraordinary gathering.

"Here is a clue to the'clown' potion? But who is the old gentleman? What does the clue that he bought the potion have to do with me? Is that old man or lady someone I know?" Klein thought just now. Flashing past, the surrounding scene changed.

　　 That is a gray-white warehouse, which is hidden in the innermost side of the same building;

　　 It is scattered with white bones one after another, and there are several masses of flesh and blood squashed by huge rocks;

　　 In the middle of the warehouse is a fist-sized gray object. Its surface is covered with gully, giving people a soft and qualitative feeling, like a brain dug out alive.

　　 Klein just recognized what this place was, and just remembered what it was, the picture in his eyes was distorted and shattered like a reflection on the water being stirred, evolving into a new hazy scene:

　　 Naked body was lying on the long table covered with white cloth, and there was a little blue blood cell floating in front of him.

　　 Klein frowned suddenly and murmured:

　　 "This is something imprinted on the wrist of a tuxedo clown? Is the thing that the old gentleman took just now also left after someone died?"

　　 Just when he tried to speculate on what these pictures symbolized, the changes in the scene suddenly intensified:

　　 marble coffee table, a combination of leather sofas with one main and two sides, and a chandelier hanging high on the ceiling;

　　 Klein Moretti with black hair and brown pupils and scroll temperament, a chubby, fair-skinned rich man, wearing gauze gloves, a beautiful young lady;

A middle-aged man in a black robe with thick and hard brown hair, a chubby, fair-skinned man, a half-hundred old man with messy eyebrows, sparse brown hair, and gray-blue eyes, and a round table between them. This dark black note is an ancient and distant note.

　　The notes of the Antigonus family!

　　 Klein suddenly sat upright, no more dreams remained.

　　 Looking at the boundless gray mist and crimson stars beyond the magnificent temple, he thought with astonishment and doubt:

　　 "I'm divining clues to the'Joker' potion... How come the notes of the Antigonus family come up?"

"I think about it, I think about it, that chubby guy is Welch, yes, Welch, the unlucky ghost who bought the Antigonus family notes, which triggered a series of subsequent events... wore a tulle Gloves, the beautiful young lady is Naya..."

　　 "I remember, the combination of that marble coffee table and leather sofa is the symbol of Welch's residence, where I saw Dai Li the psychic."

　　 "In other words, I just saw the living room of Welch's residence and saw the scene where the original owner and two classmates discussed notes."

　　 Klein's mood settled, he recovered his calm, his fingers beat the edge of the long bronze table rhythmically:

　　 "What does the last picture represent? A note appeared, and Welch appeared. Could it be the scene when he bought that 'antiquities'?"

"One of the other two people present is very familiar. The middle-aged man in a black classical robe seems to have seen it...Hedgehog-like brown hair, thick dark circles...Yes, I know who he is. , Haines Vancent, Haines Vancent of the divination club, because Selena stole a secret spell and was sneaked into a dream by the captain, the dead Heinus Vancent was'peaceful'!"

　　 "Hi, did he sell that notebook to Welch?"

"Walking around, it is so connected, the world is really small, no, Tingen is really small! Thinking about it, it is really possible, Haines Vancent is not an ordinary fortuneteller, obviously deep into the mystery Realm, got the attention of an ancient evil god, he has the channels, the ability, and the opportunity to obtain the accidentally leaked notes of the Secret Society..."

"It's no wonder that the captain has never found out where Welch bought the notes, because the direction was completely wrong. They were trying to investigate the antiquities market... Later, when the notes were specific, they gave up on this attempt. "

"It's a pity, it's not long after Haynes Vancente died, otherwise he would definitely be able to find some notes related to him... As a person who has gone deep into the mysterious realm, he should have studied that notebook... he What a coincidence!"

　　 "But there is another person present, an old man in his fifties, he may also know a lot of things."

　　 "But what I fortune tells is the clues of the'clown' potion...This is not scientific, no, this is not occult!"

After becoming a "divider", Klein once tried to fortune telling where Welch bought the notes of the Antigonus family, but at that time he did not consider the speciality above the gray fog and failed to obtain enlightenment. Now, When he was divining another matter, it seemed to bring out the truth by accident.

　　 After calming down for more than ten seconds, Klein combined the contents of Roselle's diary and the introduction of the Secret Order described by Mr. "Tower", and began to try to interpret the dream just now:

"The first possibility is that Zarathu, or the Secret Order, is looking for and chasing the relics of the Antigonus family, so the symbolic meaning of this dream is to use things related to the Antigonus family to lure secrets. The congregation appears and obtains the formula of the'Joker' potion."

"The second possibility is that the notes of the Antigonus family directly record the formula of the'Joker' potion... According to the words disclosed by Mr. Tower, the Antigonus family and the so-called'half "The Fool" is related to... and according to Mr. Tower's response to the Fool~www.mtlnovel.com~ this name is probably the name of a high-level potion in the divination sequence. Then the Antigonus family masters the "Joker" formula Of course..."

"But the second symbolic explanation cannot be linked to the imprint of the tuxedo clown. Hey, I hope it is the second. After the temple finds an expert to interpret the notes, I can get the'joker' potion without risk. Up."

　　 "At present, the first interpretation is the most likely, but my intuition as a divination tells me that there should be a deeper symbolic meaning..."

　　 "Maybe I tell Mr. Tower about the content of the dream, and he will infer more things."

　　 "But how do I tell him? It's definitely not possible to be a 'fool', and other methods will expose Klein anyway."

　　 Thinking of this, Klein rubbed his forehead, and suddenly felt deeply moved by the limitations of the fortuneteller.

Unless it is faced with a very simple and intuitive symbol, the interpretation of the fortuneteller must be cautious, like walking on the edge of an abyss, walking on a thin ice lake. Once the interpretation is wrong, or the most critical meaning is not understood, the tuxedo clown It's a living, **** example!

　　 At this moment, Klein had the illusion that he had grasped the true meaning of the fortune-teller. It seemed that he could completely digest the potion with just one step.

　　 "Thank you for reminding me with your life... Praise the beautiful god!" He whispered, and drew a crimson moon on his chest.

　　 At night, Xio woke up suddenly. She just moved her mother and brother secretly to this village called Herdrak this afternoon. She originally thought this place was quiet and secretive, and it was a good place for Tibetans.

　　 But... she seemed to have dreamed of a dragon just now?

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