This crossing is a bit miserable

"Dear Mr. Policeman, I am a veterinarian ... Well, you may not know how this profession is treated in Baekeland, in short, it is a more sought-after profession than most doctors, after all, those noble families keep pets that cost hundreds of gold pounds, to say the least, and you should understand that many self-proclaimed decent gentlemen and ladies, their entire family savings do not reach this figure."

  "So?" Listening to Snow introduce his profession, Dunn nodded gently, and then asked along with his words.

  "So? A man who is young, rich, and born with a good selling face, a little bit of womanhood is normal, right?" Snow flamboyantly waved his arms, a kind of tawdry aura suddenly overflowed.

  Dunn is at least a veteran nightmare, has seen many people's dreams, for this situation to be considered experienced, just do not wait for him to react, but see Snow suddenly like fading down, with as if drunken drunken tone of voice: "But who would have thought that.

  "But who would have thought that that woman is actually the mistress of the Varz party leader! If I had known that she was such a source, I would not have died to get involved, okay? I even suspect that this is the trap they set for me! I'm telling you, those Baekeland gangs are not the same as the Tingen gangsters, they're real killers!"

  Seeing Snow's emotions getting more and more hysterical, Dunn immediately pacified.

  "Since you're so scared, come with me to the police station, and we'll protect you after we make sure you're okay."

  "Police station? Also good, do you have a single room in your prison? It's better to lock me up, the kind where no one can visit! Oh, of course, the food should be better, fish and chips or something is already the bottom line, you can not force me, a middle-class person earning more than 50 pounds a month to eat those pig food ..." listening to Snow's words, the corners of Dunn's mouth twitched slightly, although he knew that people in the dream world thinking very easy to run away, but like Such a release of self request, he still heard for the first time.

  However, he did not let down his guard, but continued to maintain the development of the dream, along the way with Snow, towards the police station.

  ...

  About fifteen minutes later, seeing the captain and Leonard once again appeared in front of the inn, Klein's hanging heart finally relaxed, until the two re-entered the carriage, he could not help but open his mouth and asked.

  "Well?"

  "He also behaved normally in the dream, no apparent contradictions in his words, I tried to give him many chances to escape, but he always remained submissive, and would even hide directly behind me when danger occurred on the road, as if my side was the safest place, well, this is in line with the expectations of ordinary people with small assets for the police. "

  "Yes, only people who have something in their hearts will seize the opportunity to escape, just like me ..." Dunn's words undoubtedly made Klein recalled the previous dream and could not help but bellyaching, then he turned his head to look at Leonard again.

  Feeling Kline's sight, Leonard spread his hands and said.

  "There are no extraordinary items in his room, no climbing traces found on the windows, and although there is perfume in the box, but it is just ordinary men's perfume, not the essential oil or pure dew needed for ritual magic, and the only thing that can be related to the occult is a silver antique knife, but it is only three or four hundred years old, not any extraordinary items. If there's anything abnormal about him, it's that he's so handsome! Surprisingly only so much worse than me ... Well, okay, I admit, he is so much more handsome than me."

  As always, the frivolous words soothe the originally serious atmosphere, along with the carriage starts up again, the conversation of several people also began to turn to Klein's upcoming team initiation mission ...

  Seeing the carriage leave, has been detached from the dream world of Snow gently rubbed the little kitten that was licking its paws, although he knew he probably passed, but he still did not let down his guard, just casually lying on the bed, lazily dazed.

  "Hennison Vincent is dead and the notes have been intercepted by me, the two deeds that aggravated Dunn's mental burden have been plucked out by me, next it's up to that lame screenwriter to change the script ..."

  Just as Snow was thinking, an image of a stallion made of white clouds suddenly appeared in his mind, and as the stallion ran through his mind, his ears, too, began to echo with a burst of murmurs -

  "The Lord of Secrets is just a novel, and there are many readers who have read it, but none of them are contaminated or watched by higher beings because of it, so I will not be contaminated or watched because of the knowledge I got from the Lord of Secrets story ..."

  The voice was layered and repeated, constantly stimulating Snow's nerves, and along with this process, his spirituality was lost as fast as a river breaking its banks, but the weird thing was that almost every second, he was drained of a quarter of his total current spirituality, but his spirituality, however, was always maintained at three quarters.

  The murmuring in his ears lasted for a full minute before it finally stopped, and only then did Snow finally breathe a sigh of relief and retreat from the semi-meditative state.

  "It must be that broken pen again! It's really going to be old, the writer does not sharpen can play?"

  Lightly rubbing the painful brow, Snow slowly adjust their mental state, the world of the master of mystery is so pit, without a strong enough golden finger, more than the Dragon Ao Tian travellers come to have to kneel.

  Yes, Snow is indeed a travellers, and is the type of the most miserable, other world travellers familiar with the plot, that is about the entire world's resources give and take, and the world of mystery ... not to mention the plot dividend, knowledge itself is with poison!

  In fact, wearing the main world of the mystery is just, the worst is that at the moment he woke up, in front of him is sitting a crazy batch of beauty, will look like a cup and from the Guldan pot scooped out the same green with bubbles of viscous liquid pushed to him, just as close to a "drink, this is your fate".

  The only thing is that his golden fingers are powerful, otherwise he is now a member of the crazy batch of beauty.

  As for his golden fingers, it's really a big deal, one, is a source of quality called [white horse not horse], and the other, is the uniqueness of the sequence that corresponds to it - [one foot of flogging].

  This source quality and uniqueness does not belong to those twenty-two even sequences of the original, nor is it mentioned in the original, originating from the alien sequences of the old days in the stars.

  If you have to give it a position, Snow feels that this thing is rather more like the original mentioned, before the desecration of the stone plate out of the world, those transcendent species to promote the path -

This is also known as "cross-pathway drug taking"