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Ding!

Klein was startled by the beeping sound of the microwave oven, like a sleeping person who was awakened by a thunderstorm and suddenly pulled out of his chaotic thoughts. Noticing his rare lapse, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his face vigorously, then walked toward the kitchen. Klein couldn't help but feel that after becoming a Sequence 2 angel, he rarely had such unabashed gaffes.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, then raised his foot and stamped on the floor. Finally, the world took on its most realistic appearance in his perception, and the lingering fog that had just enveloped him finally dissipated.

The three hands of the antique pocket watch stopped quietly at twelve o'clock, making no sound anymore.

Welcome to the real world.

It seems that this pocket watch will only start to rotate when it falls into an illusion, and will indicate the time when the illusion disappears by turning backwards.

During this period of time, has Melissa been by my side...

Klein caressed his pocket watch and was slightly stunned. The familiar yet unfamiliar Melissa appeared in his mind again. The colorful skirt gradually faded amidst the sobs, and finally collapsed into clouds of misty black smoke. It slipped through Ryan's trembling fingers, and finally dissipated in Klein's chaotic memory together with his crystal tears, becoming the first blessing after Klein woke up.

Click, click, the antique pocket watch opened and closed, opened and closed several times, and finally closed with a snap and went into the pocket.

Klein decided not to think about this too complex paradox for the time being. There were too few clues at hand now. He believed that there would always be a chance to find out the truth with Phantom Melissa.

It's more important to deal with the current matters.

Looking around, the originally comfortable apartment was in a mess. Now that the hallucination has receded, apart from the seized guns and ammunition, this mess can prove that he is indeed an unlucky man who was assassinated inexplicably.

Mobilizing his spirituality, Klein made a wish to himself, and then snapped his fingers in the air.

"I make a wish that this apartment will be as tidy as ever."

As spirituality drained away like a tide, all kinds of debris in the room floated slowly and gently, then rotated away from their stains and dust, and finally lined up and returned to their original places in an orderly manner, full of The leftover garbage and lunch boxes obediently jumped into the trash can. After a while, the apartment was as clean as if it had been licked by a dog a thousand times.

Feeling the emptiness caused by the sudden disappearance of most of his spirituality, and looking at the floor where his little face could be seen, Klein couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Well, it turns out that the snail girl is actually me!

However, after this experiment and the battle just now, Klein has almost figured out that his current power can actually perform at a level of around Sequence 4. His performance when using abilities of Sequence 4 and below is far beyond that of ordinary demigods. , but it is still not up to the level of Sequence Two Angels. However, using the abilities of Sequence 3 and Sequence 2 requires a huge amount of spiritual energy, which is very difficult to use.

Perhaps because the current world line has been modified, my relationship with "history" has undergone some wonderful changes. This made Klein extra cautious about borrowing certain powers from history, and he decided not to summon historical projections of living people at least for now.

Even the ability to make wishes has become troublesome. The little power of wish I have now seems to have been paid in before I woke up from the Sixth Age, but unfortunately the current consumption is very considerable. Just cleaning the apartment this time cost me a lot of "cleaning" "The power of desire.

Fortunately, I was an outstanding young man who was willing to help others in the Sixth Age, otherwise I would have to start from scratch even with the power of wish!

After checking the apartment again to confirm that there were no traces of a fight, Klein hid the guns and ammunition and went to the kitchen for today's supper.

He put on his gloves and took out the steaming stew meat from the microwave. The rich aroma of meat spread out in the room with his movements, crushing all the irritating thoughts.

The aroma made Klein's index finger twitch. As expected of me! Great craftsmanship as always! This is a real late night snack! He hummed a tune, took clean chopsticks from the kitchen, sat down at the computer desk solemnly, skillfully broke apart the stewed meat with chopsticks, and carefully picked up the delicious food and put it into his mouth——

"Open the door! Check the water meter!!"

A loud shout exploded outside the door, and then the attacker violently banged on the door.

These days, data is collected by the center and electronic meters are used. How can one go into the house to check the water meter?

Klein was a little unhappy that his supper was interrupted, so he picked up the stew again, but at this moment, his angelic spiritual intuition automatically sketched in his mind the appearance of the uninvited guests outside:

Outside the heavy metal door of his apartment, two tall, stout men wearing fully armed police uniforms had fierce expressions on their faces. Behind the two men stood a well-proportioned and slender police officer who seemed to be of high rank. Although he was fully equipped, his face could not be seen clearly.

The police still have to show some respect. It's probably because the overturning of tables and chairs just now disturbed the neighbors. It's a classic reappearance. What's more, this is the sixth era of advanced technology. Looking at the various modern standard weapons hanging on the bodies of the policemen outside the door, they are probably ready to break in. If I don't respond, more than a month's salary will be wiped out along with this door.

Klein reluctantly stood up, adjusted his mood and expression, and stepped forward to open the door. Now, Klein is an exhausted star who works overtime until late at night.

The poor social programmer who hadn't slept for four hours was standing at the door with huge dark circles under his eyes, exhausted both physically and mentally. He stared blankly at the two powerful police officers in front of him with a blank look on his face. How could he be so enthusiastic? When citizens see it, they can't help but shout for help and call the emergency center.

"...Good evening, Mr. Police Officer, is this...what happened?"

Looking at the two serious policemen, the overwhelmed programmer couldn't help but lean against the door frame, even feeling a little panicked.

A burly policeman with a sullen face pushed past Klein, stretched out his head to look around the house carefully, and then stepped into Klein's apartment. The other one began to cross-examine Klein without any explanation:

"Your neighbor just called the police, saying there was a loud noise here." The interrogating police officer narrowed his eyes and stared at Klein, "What just happened here?"

"Ah! Just now! I'm so sorry!"

The tired programmer used all his strength to slightly pull up his flabby face, showing a weak and wry smile.

"Look! I haven't slept well for a few days! I couldn't control myself and fell asleep when I was working. As a result, I got tangled in the wires and tripped over all the tables, chairs and stools... I'm really sorry! After this program is officially launched, I'm going back to apologize to my neighbors... I'm sorry for bothering you to make a trip at night!"

The police officer responsible for investigating the house turned around and said that he found nothing unusual in the house. Due to the limitations of the recorder and discipline, no matter how much speculation and suspicion there is, they cannot actually search the apartment now.

The two burly policemen looked at each other and expressed that they both agreed that there was nothing wrong with Klein. So the two of them turned around together and asked the silent third person behind them: "Mr. Detective..."

The detective who had been hiding behind finally walked into Klein's field of vision, and only then did Klein see the detective's appearance clearly.

He wore sturdy combat boots, a breathable police uniform, chemical fiber fabric with steel protective panels tightly fastened, and a tactical vest that was meticulously equipped with batons, smoke grenades, and firearms. The detective held a tablet in his hand covered with combat gloves, which densely displayed information on various wanted criminals.

He had been checking the statistics on the computer since he arrived. The cold electronic fluorescence illuminated the detective's cold face, dyeing his emerald eyes a cool blue, and his long, shiny black hair. He carefully tied it up and stuffed it into his combat helmet.

"Sir... I still need to ask you a few questions..."

The young detective finally looked up. In the detective's beautiful and calm words, Klein saw a face that was no longer familiar to him——

Leonard Mitchell!

The moment he saw Klein's face, Leonard was immediately stunned. The questioning words came to an abrupt end, and the meticulous logic collapsed instantly. Then, a large number of mixed and heavy memories wrapped in thousands of years roared towards him with the force of landslides and earth-shattering!

The lament between the carriage and the gear, the resentment in the tomb and the wooden box, how many arias of the young poet in the fifth century, turned into the falling stars of angels under the blessing of the night, passing through the history that was corrected and buried the truth, and finally Under the bright moonlight of the Sixth Age, he kissed the young and fierce police detective again.

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Klein looked at Leonard. The police detective's original serious and cold expression suddenly collapsed, and all kinds of indescribable expressions flooded into his emerald green eyes, even causing the pair of gems to be covered with sparkling water. The ecstasy of meeting old friends, the shock of just regaining memories, the emotion of childhood, and the sadness that finally soaked in time, all melted into the silent moonlight at this moment. Finally, Leonard closed his eyes and squeezed his eyelids hard. When he opened his eyes again, he was the cold and sharp Detective Leonard again.

Seeing the tarot cards flashing across his field of vision and the change in Leonard's expression, Klein understood that Leonard had regained his memory and even extraordinary power under this opportunity, which was exactly the same as the trigger mechanism Melissa said.

But Klein, who suddenly experienced all this, couldn't help but complain in his heart: Poet, your conditions for triggering awakening are too simple! Can you be awakened just by seeing me? You're almost giving me this for nothing! !

"Do you know these people?"

Detective Leonard shows Programmer Klein several wanted criminals on his tablet. After Klein shook his head and said he didn't recognize anyone, Leonard put away his tablet and turned to his subordinates to draw the final conclusion: "There is no problem with this person, there is no problem with the scene. We can finish the police dispatch this time and close the team."

When leaving, Detective Leonard did not forget to leave a cold message to the programmer Klein: "It's been chaotic lately. If you see these people, contact us quickly."

Klein closed the door while cursing: Who should I be careful about when I meet someone?

However, the wanted criminals who are absconding are still criminals far away. For Klein, it is better to be prepared to deal with the criminals who are right in front of him.

So Klein tidied up the messy glass table in front of the window sill, neatly stacked the official documents and computers aside, and hid the Void Match and Melissa's pocket watch, letting the smooth and transparent tabletop embrace tonight. Bright white moonlight. In the end, Klein simply used his abilities to change himself into a traditional Loen three-piece suit from the Fifth Era. He redressed himself in his original appearance from a thousand years ago, sorted out his appearance, and chose the most domineering and cool boss. posture, sitting at the glass table facing the window.

After all, life should have a little more sense of ritual!

But after sitting there and waiting for more than an hour, the window was still as peaceful as a still painting.

It seems that the modern equipment is not easy to take off.

Klein thought for a while and couldn't help but place the bowl of stew on the table again. Thanks to modern industry, this delicious bowl of stew still radiates healing warmth under the protection of a double-walled insulated bowl. He picked up his chopsticks and dug into the bowl. The crispy texture of the meat was still satisfying. So Klein was contentedly preparing to pick up the pieces of meat.

"Klein——!"

At this moment, the window in front of him suddenly opened with a bang, and Leonard suddenly appeared on Klein's window sill. That handsome face carried Klein's familiar silly smile, and the cold and sharp police detective demeanor he had not long ago disappeared. Clean and tidy.

He nimbly jumped from Klein's window sill to the glass table and then to the ground. With a turn of his green eyes and a movement of his nose, he quickly took away the fragrant bowl of stew before Klein could react, and walked out two doors. Bu grabbed a chair and sat down with a bang. Without saying a word, he stuffed large chunks of stew into his mouth.

"Klein is indeed my good fortune teller brother!"

Leonard shouted to Klein inarticulately.

"I didn't expect you to consider that I didn't have dinner today and specially prepared a midnight snack for me!"

Klein's veins popped out after he failed to protect his supper. In the end, he suppressed this emotion and put on a professional fake smile at Leonard. He sat on another chair and picked up the remaining aura and tried to lift it. Come on.

"Why are you here so late? I thought you would turn around and give me a dream session right away?"

"You think I don't want to?" Leonard muttered to Klein inarticulately, "Of course I tried! But after constructing the dream, I failed when I invited you into the dream - I didn't even request or pray. Send it out. I tried several times without success, so I just ran over."

Leonard seemed unsurprised that the dream session had failed. While chewing the food in his mouth, he skillfully scraped the bowl with chopsticks, scraping the last bits of meat juice and minced meat together, waiting for the food in his mouth to be swallowed before launching the final attack. But he looked a little choked, and chewed hard a few times with his eyebrows raised.

He couldn't pull me into a dream... and he couldn't pray to the Fool... Klein keenly captured the information in Leonard's conversation, but he didn't speak. The Leonard in front of him in the Sixth Age should be Leonard who has lived for more than a thousand years. He is probably an angel no matter how unsatisfactory he is. Even angel-level powers cannot have an effect. It seems that things are indeed a bit big. strip.

He didn't say anything and decided not to tell Leonard about his situation yet. He just raised his eyebrows and looked at Leonard with interest, wanting to see how much information he could get out of Leonard's mouth. .

"Of course, this is nothing new. After all, you are Mr. Fool who has become the Lord of Mysteries! With my Sequence 2 power alone, there is no way I can pull you into my dream without your own permission. Moreover, Even if I have to forcefully contact you by walking in a dream, with my Sequence 2 status, to single-handedly break into a half-crazy old dream, that would be simply courting death!"

As expected of Leonard, just sitting here eating a bowl of meat, he consciously vomited so many things. Klein slowly began to forgive in his heart

Leonard Mingqiang stew's bandit act.

But Leonard himself didn't care about this kind of thing. He said these words frankly and with peace of mind. When he said it to Klein in front of Klein, he seemed to have become a side dish. .

This passage contains a lot of information. Klein broke down Leonard's mutterings sentence by sentence in his mind.

First of all, at some point in the fifth or sixth era, he did become a master of mysteries above the sequence, known as the "old days" level. This is consistent with what Phantom Melissa said when she just woke up.

Then, Klein realized that Leonard had discovered his identity as "The Fool" at some point after the Utopia period, but now Klein didn't know how many fig leaves he had torn off. However, considering the gap between his own high status in the Sixth Age and Leonard's Sequence 2, to protect Leonard, he must have kept a lot of secrets from him.

However, half crazy... is this the end of my life in the Sixth Age...

Klein was not surprised at the ending, he was more worried about the reason for the ending.

After Leonard swallowed hard several times and failed, he angrily grabbed the mug from the glass table, drank the coffee in the mug, and hammered the mug on the glass table with a clang.

Good guy, you're still cheating me out of eating enough and drinking! That was the coffee I originally drank to kill myself tonight! East Balam's specialty coffee beans!

"It's great..."

Leonard sighed comfortably, but when he looked up and saw Klein's smiling expression, he lowered his head guiltily and muttered while stirring his chopsticks.

"Besides, I'm a police detective here now! It's very troublesome for you to suddenly disappear from a bunch of subordinates and a bunch of cases! You have to arrange everything before you can leave. Now is a special period. A wanted criminal makes us work overtime all the time, what are you talking about!"

The garrulous Leonard seemed to have been kept in a jar with tons of bitter melon for hundreds of years. As soon as he caught Klein, who was reunited after a long absence, he felt the bitterness all over again. And more complicated thoughts became the mush that choked Leonard's throat between the bowl and the chopsticks. He couldn't flow out or go away. In the end, he could only vomit out a few half-true complaints, which were regarded as some. A warm welcome to meet old friends again.

"So, how can you blame me for arriving so late? As usual, you always like to add some strange restrictions on your home such as blindness, stupidity, extraordinary silence, etc., and although I have a sequence two status now But I only have the strength of Sequence Four, so why don't you ask me to be on call at any time?"

In fact, Leonard wanted to say more. He wanted to ask whether Klein was still happy and comfortable living in this bizarre Sixth Age. He wanted to know what interesting new identity Klein was wearing now, and he wanted to explore Klein's sense of danger. Is there any efficient and secret new plan to distort the status quo, and where do I need to give my all again...

But Klein didn't respond. He only smiled at him and listened silently to his own nonsense.

The tacit understanding of more than a thousand years has made Leonard believe in all of Klein's arrangements and plans, but some weird feelings of disobedience still creep up on Leonard's intuition like moss, and uneasiness takes root in his nagging.

"And this window, has it been pried off by you again? Well, you are finally not satisfied with prying off the doors and windows of my house, and you are attacking your own! I said you are hundreds or thousands of years old, can you pry it off from me? Be more mature as well - well, having said that, you are worthy of being Klein, the stew is really good, is there anything else..."

Leonard suddenly became quiet, put down the bowl, and looked up at Klein with a solemn expression.

"Klein, have you lost your memory

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Klein didn't expect that his pretense would be seen through so quickly. He originally thought he could hold on to it longer.

"Don't always think about lying to me, I have been with you for more than a thousand years!"

Leonard angrily slapped the dishes and chopsticks on the glass table, pulled the stool a few steps closer to Klein, then sat down solemnly and held his hands, leaning forward slightly with his straight back, staring at Klein with a serious face.

"In my mind, Klein, who has experienced thousands of years with me and lived in the Sixth Age three hundred years ago, would not shut up and sit obediently like you do now when I complain. He jumps and talks. Tuberculosis, you will never miss the opportunity to quarrel with me.

"Moreover, what I just talked about was the two of us - or your daily life in the Sixth Age, but you didn't react to this matter and just kept staring at me like this."

After saying that, Leonard fell silent. His folded hands and half-length black hair covered most of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes shining like emeralds staring at Klein dimly in the dark night.

The quiet starlight, the noisy neon, and the calm screen all blended into this pool of emerald water, shining to reflect the calm-looking Klein.

That's different after all, Klein thought. What he saw in front of him was no longer the Leonard who was struggling to chase him in the weird nightmare of the fifth era. More than a thousand years of time had washed away most of his immaturity. Although it was a relaxing late night snack and conversation, his eyes did not forget to detect and alert the surroundings. This was a reunion of old friends, but he never relaxed his tight muscles. With the meticulousness hidden between jokes and the sharpness between relaxation, the Leonard of the Sixth Age in front of him is already an excellent police detective - a qualified angel.

But the Fool, who was supposed to provide him with shelter and blessing and guide him in the current ambiguous situation, was still stationed in the utopian town of Miracle Master more than a thousand years ago.

As if seeing Klein's complicated and uncertain thoughts through the faceless man's eternal skin, Leonard suddenly sighed and broke the dull and guarded atmosphere with a light smile, like a wry smile and self-deprecation. He stretched his body and leaned back on the chair, his smiling eyes never leaving Klein.

"you are always like this."

Leonard said.

"Whether it was the first time we met in the Fifth Age a thousand years ago, or the disaster that put you into a deep sleep three hundred years ago, you always liked to pretend to be in front, always thinking about how to leave us behind so that you could shoulder everything by yourself. responsibility and sacrifice."

"Perhaps we were as fragile and childish as a piece of paper at that time, but now, more than a thousand years have passed, and we have become angels who have stood up from the cruel time to the present. But even so, you are still unwilling to rely on us. ."

As he spoke, Leonard smiled and sighed again.

"Maybe you have gone too far, to a height that we can't reach even if we stand on tiptoe or even jump. But there are always things we can solve in front of you, and there are always things we can take a little risk for you. thing, but you still refuse to move the umbrella over our heads."

"I don't know how far you have lost your memory now, and what abilities you still have, but at least now I am the one who has completely walked through thousands of years, and you are the lost traveler - I think this time You should try to believe in our power."

Watching Klein's expression drop during the conversation, gradually revealing those lively, friendly, yet slightly uneasy expressions, Leonard straightened up with satisfaction and smiled proudly.

"So now, let's exchange information candidly!"

Leonard, who had succeeded in his goal, satisfactorily adjusted to a comfortable boss position. His sharp eyes stared expectantly into Klein's eyes, like a big-tailed wolf waiting for the keeper outside the bars to feed him.

"Where is your last memory now?"

"...not long after I fell asleep in Utopia Town," Klein paused, "and the more than twenty years since my resurrection."

"What's your current sequence?"

"...Sequence 2 Miracle Master, but he can only use Sequence 4 skills normally. In addition, I can't board the Origin Castle normally now."

"Your current identity is... a programmer?"

"Yes." Klein nodded.

After a period of quick questions and answers, Leonard lowered his head and thought for a while, then handed the question to Klein with a satisfied smile: "Now it's your turn to ask and answer."

"What's your situation now?"

"As you can see, I am a police detective now, and I can be regarded as a popular person in the police station. After all, it is not uncommon for someone to become a police detective at such a young age. I still live with the old man, and the current relationship was brought back by the old man. Grandson, but this time he didn't parasitize me."

Leonard stretched his limbs comfortably and settled in a comfortable position in the chair.

"Similar to you, I have now returned to Sequence 2 status, but I can only use Sequence 4 skills. It is not impossible to use higher-level abilities, but it will be very difficult, and the spiritual consumption will be very terrifying." said Leonard put his hands behind his head and came out in a relaxed manner, as if these difficulties were not a big deal at the moment, "Next question?"

"Next question," Klein rubbed his fingers, paused, and then said, "What was the me three hundred years ago, the me who lived with you into the Sixth Age, like?

After the end of my ten-death life, will I still have the same smile that warms your hearts like I do today? Can I still sit with you like this under the ups and downs of the unknown millennium?

Bitter or sweet, can you tell me, who is sleeping deep under the church of Santa Arianna, what kind of future I will have?

Leonard's smile froze. The originally free and brisk smile was like clear water stirred by a stick stained with powder. It gradually became viscous and thick, wrapped in heavy memories of time and outlined a faint smile, while the two deep green eyes were like I saw a figure on the other side of time.

Perhaps out of guilt for stealing food from his cat, or perhaps because he didn't want Klein to see his somewhat complicated expression, Leonard stood up, silently packed up his things and walked to the pool. From the open kitchen came the sound of running water and the sound of dishes and chopsticks pinging.

"Where should I start?"

Leonard turned his back to Klein and began to tell those fragmentary stories. The noise of washing dishes in the quiet small apartment seemed particularly noisy, filling the small room full of inhumanity with a smell of fireworks.

"You will be a great friend and a great boss."

The sponge that had been used for a long time wiped the wall of the bowl over and over again.

"You will defeat the 'Tianzun' who always wants to replace you, and of course you will pay some price, but at least you survived, survived beautifully, and have good and subtle friendships with the goddess and other gods, and you also have a good relationship with the goddess and other gods. Open a dessert shop on the street in Backlund - you have opened various small shops in various places in Loen. You have also opened an ice cream shop in Winter County and Cape Town. Tailor and even built a bakery in Tingen."

"You will become a little crazy. You will start to be keen on painting all kinds of things with fancy colors and decorations. You will like to play pranks on me from time to time. You will pry open the windows and doors of our house over and over again, scaring the old man. You always complain that I don't always come to your shop to eat and drink. You have added a lot of excitement and trouble to my busy nighthawk life, how can I justify not coming to you to take advantage?"

"I don't want to lie to you, Klein, but after all, it was more than a thousand years, and so many things can have changed. Even the moon is not red now. But after all, you are Klein, and there are many things that have changed. It has not been changed by time. You still have the same enthusiasm for the world as you did more than a thousand years ago. You still regard me as an old friend of yours. You still have the same feelings for me as we did in Blackthorn. With 70% frankness and 30% reservation, I can never figure out what your plans are behind those crazy smiles..."

So, do I indeed have a happy future? Klein closed his eyes and lay down gently against the back of the chair. Leonard's words were like the twinkling nebulae in the sky, ethereal and so beautiful, sending little bits of warmth to Klein caught in the thousands of years of time.

He seemed to have really seen the quaint and fancy shop by the alley in the Sixth Age, and heard the jingling wind chimes at the door. It was Leonard who pushed forward and stepped into the store under the first ray of sunshine in the morning, noisily asking him for today's breakfast. Then the orange sunshine dyed the lush plants in the store, and his familiar Tarot friends walked into the store surrounded by the fragrance of flowers. Audrey, Alger, Derrick, Emlyn...

Maybe he was already crazy at that time and didn't know what he was talking about. He was always laughing so crazy that he didn't mean what he said, but he would definitely serve the sweetest cakes to his friends.

Although this is not perfect, he must have lost too many things along the way for this illusory future, so much so that he has been infected with madness, but Klein is already satisfied.

That's fine.

"It sounds like I'm going to have a new 'home,' and it seems like there will always be one no matter what."

Klein smiled and stood up to stretch his body, which had been sitting for a long time. He used the stretching movements to hide his expression of not knowing how to place himself. He didn't know why he did this, because Leonard had his back turned to him and couldn't see him at all. Maybe he just wanted to hide this gaffe from himself.

Everything seemed to become lighter, and the shadow that had been pressing on him since he woke up finally began to slowly dissipate.

"So, speaking of home, Melissa and Benson... what is their ending?"

Leonard was suddenly stunned. He turned off the faucet and put down the bowl. He turned his head and said solemnly and doubtfully.

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"Who is Meghan? I'm not talking about Meghan, I'm talking about Melissa."

Klein hesitated. He took a few steps forward and said to Leonard blankly.

"Melissa is my sister. You should have met her at my funeral. And Benson, that's my brother, you should have met him!"

Leonard, who had experienced thousands of years of ups and downs, looked as serious as the statue in the square. He immediately realized something was wrong, and immediately wiped his hands and walked quickly from the kitchen to Klein.

"I've never heard that you have a sister named Megan, or that you have a brother named Bandry."

Black smoke rose in Klein's mind again, and the phantom crying Melissa flashed into Klein's memory. He suddenly felt an indescribable chill and fear crawling all over his body, and bits and pieces of disobedience were like spreading mildew, eroding all his sweet dreams.

"In my memory, you have a younger brother, Madge, who loves machinery. He is very handsome and many people would mistake him for a girl. You also have an older sister, Bella, who dropped out of school very early to work to support you two brothers in school. Later, I was admitted to the first batch of government employees of Loen Kingdom..."

"But I'm sure you don't have a sister or brother in my memory."

Leonard's words were like sharp knives, scraping away the hope that Klein had just grasped.

"I don't know who you are talking about, but if... you want to know their ending, your family's ending..."

Leonard, who was standing opposite Klein, suddenly became at a loss. He rubbed his fingers and scratched his nose, trying hard to find the right words. Finally, he scratched his hair and said.

"The eldest sister, Bella, got married very early and had a lovely little son. My younger brother, Madge, was rejected by girls for a while because he looked like a girl. In the last few years of the Fifth Era, he still couldn't find a girlfriend."

"...None of them survived the end of the fifth era, and they failed to see the silver moon of the sixth era..."

"I'm very sorry..."

"...But she said, she said, she said that I would have a family of my own in the Sixth Age...we would go to the end of the world together..."

Klein tried hard to maintain his final composure, but his voice was already trembling. He felt like something was grabbing his feet and dragging him into the abyss.

Leonard lowered his eyes, unable to bear to look at Klein's emotionally charged and struggling eyes. These words were too cruel, and just by saying them to him, Leonard quickly felt like a blade was slicing through his vocal cords.

"...the 'Moretti Family' has indeed continued into the Sixth Age, accompanying you through a new millennium, but those 'family members' are your marionettes. You give them completely black eyes and give them Wearing black gloves, their lives come from your script..."

Klein fell onto the chair like a tower with its foundation removed. The bright nebula in his eyes disappeared, and he just looked ahead emptyly. The noise of the summer night and the light of the moonlight suddenly became so far away and out of reach.

...Klein, my dear brother...

Klein...

"Klein, you need to calm down."

You have no right to panic.

"Klein!"

There was a voice in his head that aroused his sanity, but it was still difficult to light up his eyes.

"Klein, you have to calm down!" Leonard's voice came from far away, "Who is the 'she' you just mentioned?"

...wrong!

At this time, Klein suddenly withdrew his thoughts, quickly regained his senses, and suddenly sat up and responded to Leonard with a serious look on his face.

"No, there's a big problem with our conversation!"

He clutched at this mistake like a life-saving straw. Only then did Klein realize that the bugs escaping on his face were struggling to get back into place—he was on the verge of losing control.

"First of all, the 'she' I just mentioned is my sister Melissa I just mentioned."

"But you don't have a sister named Megan..." Leonard pondered, "I think there is a cognitive error between us that makes you think that your brother is your sister."

"Maybe it's because you recognize your sister as your younger brother." Klein retorted, "But that's not what I care about most. The most important and most inconsistent point is -"

Klein pursed his lips and adjusted to a more serious sitting posture. He was even a little afraid of the results this experiment would bring to him, but his strong thirst for knowledge and rampant longing were like thousands of cold hands, pushing and squeezing. Press him on the broken reality, press his head, pry open his mouth, and dig out those difficult words from his insect vocal cords.

"Leonard, I find that we have a serious communication problem. Now please repeat the sentence or name I said."

Seeing Leonard nodding in agreement, Klein gave himself another glass of cold water and began the first sentence of the conversation.

"Melissa Moretti."

"Megan Marshall."

"My sister is Melissa Moretti."

"My brother is March Moretti."

"The manager of the bakery across the street is Melissa Black."

"The one across the street

The bakery manager is Melissa Black. "

"My sister has the same name as the bakery manager."

"My brother has the same last name as the bakery manager."

"Melissa Moretti."

"Marilyn Wood."

…

The more these completely different conversations went on, the more conclusive the evidence became for Klein's most terrifying guess, and the colder his heart became.

He himself had thought many times about how he could come up with a plan, forge a sharp razor, and shave everything off of Melissa's beautiful and fragile life, so that those things that were stuck to him would last forever. The inexhaustible suffering and darkness would not cling to the rope of memory and blood. He so hoped to leave a pure and clear destiny for the girl.

The Melissa who cried and blessed him, the Melissa who even told him about midnight snacks, the Melissa who learned Rosselvin for him and turned into black smoke for him to dissipate!

Klein stood up and grabbed a piece of gray fog paper from the air, wrote Melissa's full name in a few strokes, and took three steps to stick it in front of Leonard.

"Read it!"

"...Murphy Couch..."

Klein found that he could not accurately express the concept of "my sister Melissa Moretti". Whenever he pointed to his sister in his mind and wanted to explain it in a roundabout way, Leonard would always stop it. There is misplaced information, as if the concept of "Melissa Moretti, the sister of the Lord of Mysteries, Klein Moretti" does not exist in this world.

He looked at Leonard in disbelief, then eagerly took out the weather-beaten pocket watch and stuffed it into Leonard's arms: "So, what about this pocket watch! This is obviously Melissa's pocket watch! Do you remember Who gave this to me?"

"Your brother March left this for you." Leonard lowered his head and stroked his pocket watch and whispered softly. He still didn't understand what obstacles and dislocations had occurred, but he still couldn't bear to expose any of Klein's thoughts, "Is it grandfather or... Grandpa's relic, but Madge has been helping you fix it."

"Klein, are you hallucinating something...who is that 'her' you just mentioned?"

Klein could only feel his reason frantically pushing out that terrible answer for him. He felt his throat was dry, his legs were weak, and he instinctively wanted to resist the correct answer.

The name that cannot be said, the life that has been replaced and disappeared, the concept that does not exist in the past and the future, only a vague and unclear "she" is left.

But the girl's heart-rending words still echoed in her mind, and those black words condensed with blood and tears still flashed before her eyes, mixed with heart-wrenching cries, wailing her thoughts and worries, and the sincere and powerless words. blessing of.

Klein completely understood this illusion. His feet were still standing firm, and the most important thing for a complete mythical creature was logic and calmness, but a certain part of his heart was like a pile of fallen firewood scattered on the ground.

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Leonard walked slowly down the street.

The tall steel houses on the roadside suppressed the street to a small extent. He looked up at the silver moon in the sky. The bright moonlight struggled to convey the tenderness of the night from the layers of neon lights. In this era, neon lights are more lively than people.

He was still thinking about the conversation he had just had with Klein, and something still made his hair stand on end.

"Leonard, do you believe me?"

Yes, of course I believe you.

At that time, Klein looked at Leonard, his eyes blazing, but his face had begun to undulate restlessly, and bits of insects were ready to jump out of the human shell at any time. Before discovering these subtle dislocations, he was still a little flustered and frightened, but in the end Klein was completely wrapped up in this calm shell, leaving only his firm eyes staring at Lun motionless. Nader.

"I have a sister and a brother. This is the real history, but they were erased from this world and became an existence similar to my hallucination."

"I saw my sister just now, but she disappeared after a while. I don't know when I will see her again."

Leonard scratched his hair a little irritably. Klein's absurd remarks just now really confused him, and he even suspected that Klein's current mental state was worrying.

But Leonard was not surprised by this, because in his long memory, more than a thousand years after entering the Sixth Age, Klein's mental state has not been very good, half crazy and half crazy. Leonard has worked hard for a long time We haven't seen much improvement, but the good news is that Klein's condition hasn't gotten much worse.

In this wonderful stability, Leonard felt that he and Klein had reached more wonderful tacit understanding again.

But this time was different, Leonard thought. Klein's unusual remarks made him feel uneasy and worried.

Three hundred years ago, Klein, who was already the Lord of Mysteries, led the Tarot Society to fight against the alien gods together with the major churches on the earth, re-establishing a barrier outside the moon and maintaining the safe zone of the earth-moon system. The price of the tragic victory in the war was Klein's "death" and three hundred years of sleep, as well as the dying of the Tarot Society. During this period without the Lord of Mysteries, in order to fight against the alien gods who have a large number of remaining forces on the earth and may come back at any time, Klein chose to erase all traces of himself and the Tarot Society in this world, and took all the Tarot Club. A person seals his memory and extraordinary abilities, reawakens to life as an ordinary person three hundred years later, and waits for the time to be awakened by Klein.

They have deceived history, deceived the present, and deceived the future. Even now, even Klein himself does not know where the others are or what their situation is.

But I have to say that this is indeed the best way to hide. If something never happens, it will not be known. If you don't know a certain piece of information, your behavior will not be affected, which can lead to disaster.

This was a huge lie that Klein had set for himself.

It was like a life-and-death hide-and-seek competition. If he and Klein found the remaining people first, then they would have the joy of reuniting with old friends; but if they were found first by an outside god... without extraordinary abilities, ,The consequences could be disastrous.

There was a huge discrepancy between Klein's memory and his own memory just now, and Leonard was also worried about this. However, out of a tacit understanding of more than a thousand years, Leonard chose to believe Klein until the paradox was clarified.

Perhaps this memory paradox is also an important part of Klein's plan?

...I'm really not used to not being able to use stealth to travel casually. Leonard was walking on the path and decided to put all these confusing things behind him for the time being. He took out his tablet terminal and passed the time while walking.

After leaving the relatively stable urban apartment area, the houses in the old city became ferocious. The savagely growing steel monster twisted its body with its teeth and claws, greedily devouring the urban space. The twisted pipes and domineering neon lights occupied the last ray of sky. The winding and complicated stairs and elevators were precariously adhered to stacks of airtight iron. Cage made with bricks.

Several drunkards howled and staggered down a staircase, stood up and cursed, holding bottles of wine, and walked away cursing. Leonard frowned, opened the wanted list on his tablet terminal, and checked for dangerous elements one by one. Nelson Kolodko, David Axus, Eddie Strange... After recalling these wanted criminals one by one, Leonard discovered that the drunkards just now were just ordinary gangsters, and they were different from these dangerous criminals. The name is irrelevant.

He couldn't help but sigh. Backlund could never be called peaceful.

As the most glorious ideal city in Loen and even the world, Backlund is proud of its technological level and profound historical culture. Wealth, wisdom, happiness, and status are in the dreams of countless people. If you come to Backlund, you can get them all.

But in fact, the police always have a deeper understanding of this ideal city than the average person. Whether it is the much-anticipated cutting-edge technology or the old and reliable steam pump machine, in the end it just creates more cages in this huge urban machine and drains people of their future, and all they rely on are just some illusory dreams. Finally, under the dazzling wealth of this city, countless evils are also growing wantonly in the shadow of this city.

Leonard must admit that the intense work during this period has made him a little nervous.

After passing through the crowded and chaotic building, Leonard finally returned to No. 7 Pinster Street.

This small fifth-century building is pitifully and stubbornly squeezed between the huge steel buildings, with its left, right, and even upper back...

On both sides, they are tightly packed with slanted buildings entangled with iron pipes and rubber wires.

Leonard remembered that before he fell asleep, he had spent a lot of time in the past thousand years to preserve this house until the period before he fell asleep - or to demolish it and rebuild it, build it and then destroy it, but no matter No matter how the prices and developments in the surrounding areas are raised, the nail-biting household of mine is still firmly anchored here - a family with two angels in charge can still be arrogant.

However, after he woke up after sleeping for three hundred years and started a new life, Leonard did not expect that he would grow up in this house, nor did he expect that the old man would finally return to this house after forgetting about him.

Maybe this is fate, Leonard thought. But how did the old man keep this house for another three hundred years?

Thinking of this, Leonard froze when he reached out to open the door. He was horrified to discover a very fatal problem.

How on earth should he explain to the old man that his cheap grandson came back from a night shift and turned into an angel over a thousand years old?