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Chapter.36 Legendary LandPrevious ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    How to define "special" in the universe?

    It is true that the combination of stars and endless night is always so fascinating. At the end of each ray of light may be a unique star, full of strange properties that will amaze any astronomer.

    But for them, for humans who have wisdom and knowledge and have created a splendid civilization, the significance of searching for extraterrestrial life and even extraterrestrial civilization in the lonely and quiet universe is obviously higher than anything else!

    If there is something in this mirrored starry sky, it must be explored from this perspective.

    Due to the loss of gravity, the yellow crystal pendulum carried by Klein is difficult to form a natural vertical state, but it unexpectedly facilitates him to try the upgraded version of "divination rod search" to communicate with the many symbols that intersect in the spiritual world and gain enlightenment.

    Although with only the pitiful known information at present, he really can't guarantee that he can successfully and smoothly complete the divination, but it won't hurt to try.

    Thinking this way, Klein corrected the divination statement several times, and finally felt a strange force pulling the silver chain of the pendulum, pulling the tip of the crystal in a certain direction.

    "If we continue in this direction, we might find the nearest civilization." After carefully feeling the weak force pulling the silver chain, he added his guess, "But the special place I divined might actually be in an unimaginably distant galaxy. I don't know how long it will take to get there... unless we use a long-distance teleportation spell, such as Star Gate."

    Alice and he looked in the direction indicated by the floating pendulum crystal and squinted their eyes slightly:

    "Straight-line teleportation in a single direction... Well, you can actually give it a try, but it's not Star Gate. Star Gate is a spell used for cross-dimensional travel. Once it's opened, it will first transfer the caster to the Star Realm, which serves as a transit plane, and then jump from the Star Realm to a designated or random location in the target plane. It's not very suitable for the current situation."

    She thought for a moment, took out a special spellcasting material bag from the subspace where items were stored, and motioned for Klein to catch the leather bag floating in the zero-gravity space and help pick out a gem weighing more than 20 grams.

    "Normally, the materials I use are powders mixed from various gem dusts, which can save a little on the cost of casting spells. But those who dare to use powder materials in this environment are either too bold or too stupid. I don't want to see the wonderful scene of spells going out of control again..."

    Klein controlled his spirit to "grab" the seemingly ordinary small bag next to him and probed inside. He was immediately shocked by the pile of gems within his visual range that looked like a dragon's treasure:

    "Where did you get so many gems... No, the space inside looks like it's almost the size of a single room. Have you robbed the treasury of a country or broken into the lair of a giant dragon?"

    Alice glanced at him, chuckled as if she understood something, and replied:

    "Is there a difference between the two? But we have to admit that the wealth stored in the nest of an adult evil dragon may even be richer than the total financial resources of some small countries... Well, let's not chat about this for now. I'm going to open the portal."

    As she spoke, she calmly came to the side of the diamond he found in the material bag, covered the surface of the gem with her illusory and invisible palm, and with the chanting and spell-casting gestures, she built a portal leading to the depths in the void five meters in front of her.

    "Let's go, remember to hold on to your belongings." Alice let go of the expensive gem that had been consumed by the spell, letting it turn into dust and scatter through her body, and also through Klein's spirit body, which showed a look of pain.

    She was really wasting money...

    He followed her into the portal and came to another star field where the starry sky was obviously different from the previous one. Klein consciously picked up the pendulum and continued to act as a human navigator. He then took out the second spell material from the material bag containing the gemstones and watched the girl squander the second gemstone and build a new portal. The two crossed an unmeasurable length unit in the blink of an eye and began to repeat this series of processes until the power of the topaz pendulum became strong, as if the spiritual premonition was loudly appealing to something.

    "Very close..."

    He almost muttered to himself as he looked at the distance where the pendulum was pointing. He saw a dim, inconspicuous small star quietly dotted within the straight line of their path, slowly rotating around the luminous star it belonged to. Half of the planet's surface was bathed in bright light, and half was hidden in the deep darkness. The overall picture was so sci-fi that it seemed like a scene taken from a movie.

    "Then, this time I will set the exit of the portal directly on the surface of that planet." Alice exhaled softly and reached out to touch the water-colored diamond taken out by her companion. "You may encounter unprecedented life forms, civilizations and cultures beyond human understanding... Do you need to reserve some time to prepare yourself mentally?"

    After silently mourning for the seventh gem he handled, Klein shook his head, indicating that there was no need to worry about this issue.

    As the visual effect of tearing the void appeared before his eyes, the door from the other world was outlined by the magic woven by the magic. The two of them crossed the entrance of the passage one after another and successfully landed on the surface of the planet guided by the divination results. The height of their vision also returned to the ordinary life with their feet on the ground, rather than the extraterrestrial visitors overlooking the earth.

    "What's the next plan?"

    Klein suppressed his curiosity and desire to explore. He looked around at the gray-brown rocky land with no grass growing around him. From time to time, he looked up at the gray-white sky, thinking about how to find the natives of this planet.

    Since divination suggests that there is civilization on this planet, there must be intelligent creatures that have built civilization. I just don't know if they can see him in his spiritual state... If they see the translucent Alice, will they regard her as a ghost monster... Well, the premise is that these aliens have the concept of ghosts in their cognition.

    Wait, speaking of which, why is Alice looking for a special place in this star field? Judging from the principle of her actions, it seems that she just wants to find something...

    a secret hidden in the mirror world?

    He can't deny that his curiosity has been completely ignited, and he is eager to join this alien planet exploration that is impossible to achieve in the real world.

    "Next..." Alice's mind seemed to be wandering somewhere else. She stood silently with her eyes closed for a while, then whispered, "The air quality is heavy, the oxygen content is extremely low, the daytime temperature is stable between 150 and 170 degrees, the humidity... is close to zero, the climate conditions are bad, and the life form of the indigenous people is very different from that of humans... Well, maybe we can try it-"

    She stopped talking and turned over some strange things from the reserve subspace, which Klein thought were strange. Among them were half-burned incense, small crystal beads the size of a fingernail, a small bottle of half a bottle of ink, a jade statue, and a long board that seemed to be made of ivory.

    If these were all spellcasting materials... Well, his understanding of DND spells was completely limited to those classic signs, so it was normal that he couldn't guess what she wanted to do.

    "Know the legend." Alice manipulated the illusory wizard's hand and put the materials in a neat order with some difficulty. She explained, "Through this spell, the caster has a chance to get a secret rumor about a specific place. Even stories forgotten in history will be conveyed in obscure words... I have a hunch that the legends and deeds circulating on this planet will have the clues I want."

    "Legends and deeds..." The nature of this spell is a bit similar to my divination, but I didn't see her use it in the starry sky before. Obviously, there are many restrictions...

    Klein nodded silently and handed the leather bag containing the gem materials back to its original owner. He was about to say that he would go to the nearby area to scout the situation, but he saw her pause in organizing the materials and then looked up at him.

    "By the way, leave the rest to me. You can go back." Alice expressed her intention to throw it away after use in a frank tone, without any signs of conscience.

    "Because I'm not sure what I'll encounter if I continue to investigate, and I can't guarantee that I can protect your safety. If we encounter a battle... there's even a possibility of accidentally hurting you."

    Klein resisted the urge to take a breath, and tried to get rid of the subtle feeling that he was regarded as a tool. After a few seconds, he regained his ability to speak, and nodded gently:

    "I understand. When you come back, you should not mind telling me about your adventures here?"

    "If you are interested." She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, showing a clear and shallow smile, and promised.

    When there was only an illusory translucent figure left on the vast land under the gray sky, and the materials used for the spell "Legend Mastery" had been used up, the girl in a ragged black robe and a beautiful but pale face looked up, looking at the daylight curtain that was covered by the thick air layer. She exhaled a breath of icy ghost breath.

    "Someone has engraved the legend of 'winter' on this hot and blazing planet..."

    No, perhaps because she was standing on the land of "Legend One", her "Knowledge of Legends" also brought her unexpected gains.

    There are as many as eight legends with the same origin in the entire starry sky.

    These nine legends are the footprints left by the same person.

    "No wonder the scenery of the mental world looks like the starry sky..."

    In this way, she completely dispelled her doubts about a certain existence.

    ——As the original witch of the "witch" path true god, it is impossible for her to be the master of this starry sky.

    Although the extraordinary people of the "witch" path can borrow some of the power of the mirror world and master some strange mirror spells, they can't do the feat of roaming the starry sky after all. Even the original witch at Sequence 0 does not have the knowledge and capacity to take the starry sky into her heart.

    There are still two nights. There are only two nights left for exploration this month.

    Alice came to the top of a deep valley called the "Scar of Winter" on this planet, quietly waiting for the call that appeared at night to echo in her ears again.Chapter.37 Post-processing experts (page 1/2)Previous ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Page    "… Just like that, when the call resounding through the starry sky revived, I knew that the night of real time had come, so I began to slowly descend along the rock wall of the Great Rift Valley. During the descent, I noticed that the gray rock wall was gradually covered with frost, and from time to time I could observe strangely shaped protrusions that looked like ice sculptures…

    The depth of the rift valley was several thousand feet, and there were almost no signs of life here, but I still witnessed three strange creatures. One was a strange four-legged creature with a rock body, which looked very much like some elemental life on the elemental plane, but was actually an animal with a complete respiratory and digestive system… The second was a creature with a body made of what looked like soft rubber. The plant-like creatures with the body as the main body survive by relying on the excrement of the four-legged creatures I mentioned before.

    The last creature is a ferryman I met when I arrived at the bottom of the rift and a completely frozen river... Haha, in fact, it may be a bit of a stretch to call him a "human", but at least he is an intelligent life that can communicate, so let's call him a ferryman for now... Well, although our communication started in a not-so-friendly way.

    Anyway, after the guy's head and upper limbs were blown off, he finally expressed his willingness to calm down, listen to me carefully, and cooperate in answering my questions-"

    "...Of course, I could sense that this guy who called himself a 'descendant of the Styx' had a lot of inconsistencies in his words. Maybe he wanted to hide something, or maybe he was deceiving me and trying to induce me to look for the legendary treasure, but that didn't matter.

    What mattered was that I instinctively should go get the treasure, just like every Styx who tried to challenge the underground maze and hoped to fulfill the prophecy passed down from generation to generation. They believed that by doing so, they could unlock the seal, gain supreme power, and then return to the surface to fight a life-or-death holy war with the 'Hot Sand Clan' who had built a heretical civilization on the ground...

    But what did this have to do with an ordinary nameless ghost like me passing by?

    I just went through the underground glacial maze and went around... I passed those obstructing guardian beasts and came to the heavy door that sealed the secret treasure. Finally, I easily passed through the wall and got the legendary secret treasure, the Blade of Sorrow, which is said to awaken another self. I didn't care about the seal and puzzle at all... Well, the point is not this, nor the fruit and vegetable knife that would occasionally emit some cold air, but something that was tightly sealed in the treasure room.

    I took some effort to open the treasure chest and found that there was only a strange object that looked like metal and stone inside. It seemed to be a fragment of something... The moment I picked up the fragment, the calls that had never stopped almost disappeared in an instant, and I could no longer hear any sound. I knew that I had found the right direction. "

    "Not being able to find more clues from this fragment, I then set out on the journey to the second legendary land. Coincidentally, the exit of this portal happened to be located in a dense forest, so as soon as I walked out of the portal, I was greeted warmly by a large group of creatures that looked very similar to dinosaurs... Well, yes, although they couldn't touch me in my ghost state, they could emit interfering sound waves that directly acted on my mind, and almost shocked me into mild cerebral palsy..."

    "...So, at the end of the exploration of the second legendary land, a strange object similar to the first fragment really appeared. I put it away and prepared to go to the planet where the third legend was circulated. Unfortunately, on the way to the destination, the night time had quietly passed. Even if I kept the two fragments that could provide a silent environment in the subspace, it was gradually difficult to capture those noisy and faint calls.

    Of course, the daytime should not be wasted, so I found the treasure locations that matched the third and fourth legendary secrets, and noticed a pattern - there were no arcane boxes with strange fragments in these two treasure locations, just pure treasure houses of mystical items... I guess, perhaps only on the night when there is a call, the real treasure will appear. "

    The elegant, mellow voice flowed like a stream, and the improvised violin music echoed in the house at No. 15 Minsk Street. The dimness brought by the continuous rain outside the window and the warm light of the bright gas lamp in the living room intertwined, creating a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

    Klein sat on the blood-stained sofa with a somewhat wooden expression, silently looking around at the tragic scene that seemed to have been baptized by a hurricane. His eyes swept over the broken tables and chairs, the smashed cabinets and wine racks, and quickly passed by the glass bottle fragments and mellow red wine scattered on the ground, and the bodies of the men in black lying on the floor. Finally, he fixed his eyes on the cuffs of his formal dress that were damaged in the fight, and stared at the dust on the outer layer of the cloth in a daze.

    - About ten minutes ago, he encountered a premeditated attack.

    The thrilling and tense life-and-death struggle ended with his victory and counterattack. Just when he finished the psychic communication and began to consider how to deal with the crime scene, a guy carrying a violin case walked into the house from the front door and began a solo performance with strong expressive intentions.

    In the middle of the messy living room, a handsome young man named "Arthur Watson" with a strand of light blonde braid tied behind his head finished the impromptu ending of the music with a melodious and light melody. He gracefully put down the violin on his neck, and his pair of bright blue eyes suddenly opened, filled with a relaxed smile:

    "So, it's just right for me to take advantage of the intermission that is about to fall at night to come back and take a look... Well, what's going on?"

    Klein, who had just finished digesting the "Joker" potion after the battle, finally found a chance to interrupt and took a deep breath with deep helplessness:

    "I wanted to say this from the beginning... Didn't you notice that our living room, dining room, and entrance were all in a mess when you came in? There was a black bear-like corpse lying on the ground. How did you take out the violin and start to concentrate on sharing your planetary adventures with me?"

    At least, the stench caused by the corpse's post-mortem incontinence is hard to ignore, right?

    Arthur Watson kept his eyes on the broken glass bottles for a long time, and didn't make any moves for a long time.

    After a long silence, she raised her hand and pinched her brows, her tone revealing a strong sense of depression:

    "I...wait a moment, I'll cast a protective spell on my main body first, and then deal with the problem here."

    As expected...she hadn't paid attention to the situation at home before! She probably focused all her attention on telling stories and playing violin music on her clone!

    Klein held his forehead with his hand, and sighed a few more times while waiting for her to switch states.

    "Well, won't you introduce me to this gentleman lying on the floor in the light bath?" Arthur Watson put the violin and bow in his hand back into the violin case at his feet, put one hand in his pocket, pulled his tie with the other hand and slightly pulled it open, frowning and looking at the strange corpse on the floor of the living room.

    With a proficiency that he had rehearsed in his mind countless times, Klein immediately answered:

    "Meursault, the 'executioner' of the Zmanger Party, is a leader of high status."

    Upon hearing this, Arthur Watson immediately looked up at him:

    "Wow, you're in trouble? You're quite powerful. You've got connections with the gang so quickly."

    "...I didn't want to do that." Klein paused for a moment, trying to make his next tone sound less guilty and short of breath. "It all started with a commission to find a missing detective, and the client was an intelligence officer employed by that detective. I thought this might be a good opportunity to integrate into the local detective circle and broaden information channels, so I signed a contract with the other party..."

Chapter.37 Post-processing experts (page 2/2)Previous pagebookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    He gave a detailed account of his investigation experience over the past few days, and emphasized at the end:

    "I know there is a lot of water behind this matter, so I really just don't want to get involved... and as a detective, I should abide by the principle of confidentiality, so I didn't agree to provide Meursault with the client's information! Who would have thought that he would sneak into the room and attack me!"

    "If you really don't want to be involved, you should sell the information when Mr. Meursault offers a suitable price." Arthur Watson unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and chuckled, "But I think his purpose in attacking you should not be to kill you, but to capture you and bring you back to the gang, torture you, and force you to reveal information..."

    Klein's eyes were unconsciously attracted by her actions, focusing on the white skin that revealed a small part of the collarbone, and replied absent-mindedly:

    "The problem now is, what to do with this body, and--"

    And the surrounding furniture and decorations that had been completely ruined, the porcelain fragments all over the floor...

    When he thought that a large proportion of these damaged items might have been purchased with Alice's money, he suddenly lost the confidence to look her in the face, feeling that he had incurred debts that exceeded his liability limit in just a few minutes.

    "Afterwards..." Arthur Watson seemed to lower his eyes and ponder for a few seconds, then suddenly turned his neck and looked at the body of the man in black with his throat cut and eyes wide open on the ground. "You didn't seem to mention to me before that Mr. Meursault is also a Beyonder?"

    Since he had obtained relevant information in the spiritual ceremony, Klein was not surprised by the spiritual light that appeared and gathered at the wound on the throat of the corpse. He just carefully picked up the jelly-like Beyonder characteristic and organized his words:

    "Yes, the fighting ability he displayed in the battle was extremely amazing, combining speed and strength, and was very oppressive. If it weren't for my ability to foresee, I don't know how many rounds I could have lasted in his hands... I think the sequence potion he took should be mainly for enhancing fighting ability."

    "That's about right, this is the taste of the 'Hunter' characteristic."

    Arthur Watson affirmed, then sighed softly, raised his hand and snapped his fingers in a dignified and unobtrusive manner.

    "Forget it, let's clean up the house first."

    With this move, the post-war remnant in front of her, which seemed to have been destroyed by the storm, came alive in the blink of an eye.

    The mahogany chair with missing armrests, legs and half of the backrest stood up silently, and combined with the wood chips and wood chips that flew automatically to reorganize back to its previous undamaged appearance; the dents and cracks on the coffee table were restored to their original state, and the blood splattered quietly flowed back into the throat wound of the corpse; in a corner of the living room, the glass wine bottles and wine racks that were tragically scattered all over the floor were neatly arranged in their original positions, and the slightly shaking deep red wine reflected the mellow luster on the outer edge of the bottle under the light.

    In just a few breaths, the furniture and furnishings in the living room, dining room and entrance hall were restored to their original state, and there was no trace of the tragic situation a moment ago.

    Klein subconsciously looked down at the coffee table, where a dozen standard contracts were neatly laid out. Each page was as white as new. No one could imagine that one of these fragile and harmless standard contracts had been used as a knife to cut the throat of a plateau strongman.

    His debts suddenly disappeared so easily.

    Feeling the invisible burden lifted from his shoulders, Klein fixed his eyes on the body whose throat wound had healed, and began to worry about whether he should call the police.

    "The Zmanger Party... is a gang entrenched in the East District of Backlund?" Arthur Watson asked casually, picking up the violin case on the ground.

    "Yes, and this is just their public identity. Behind them, there should be an ambassador from the Republic of Intis stationed in Backlund who is involved in the actual financial and material assistance, and uses the hands of the gang to accomplish some dirty work that is inconvenient to do personally..." Klein frowned, recalling the information he got from the psychic image, and combined with some personal speculations, roughly explained the difficulty of the problem.

    "Gangsters, gangsters from the East District..." After hearing this, Arthur Watson laughed, "Maybe he came at the right time. I just need to use such an identity that is not likely to arouse suspicion from others to complete the production of the 'Trojan Horse'."Chapter.38 Spells and "Secret Dolls" (Page 1/2)Previous ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Page    Trojan horse? I know this. It is a siege strategy that appeared in the ancient Greek Trojan War. It is also the origin of the 21st century computer virus commonly known as "Trojan horse"...

    No, that's not right. The point she wanted to express is definitely not these.

    Klein was a little confused and didn't react to the intention of her words for a while:

    "What are your plans? We don't call the police?"

    "Of course, if I were to call the police, I wouldn't waste my magic power on repairing the body and the surrounding furniture."

    As he said this, Arthur Watson walked to the vicinity of Meursault's body, carefully looking at the appearance and clothes of the deceased, and nodded slightly from time to time, as if he had confirmed something.

    And when she spoke again, her flawless and handsome face remained calm and composed, and she changed the subject lightly:

    "Let's talk about the rest later. Have you had dinner today?"

    Klein was slightly stunned:

    "Not yet... No, no, it's not time to think about eating, right? There's a corpse lying in our living room. A corpse! Are you going to eat while looking at it?"

    "Oh, thank you for your kind reminder. I think I will remember this gentleman lying on the ground." Arthur Watson buttoned up his shirt again and smiled perfunctorily. "But first, I'm not the kind of person who has a special fetish for corpses. Second, what I want to say is that you can think about dinner tonight with peace of mind. As for this gentleman..."

    Following Klein's gaze, the beautiful young man who was so white that he looked a little sickly bent down, grabbed the collar of the man in black with one hand, and stood up again. As if lifting a light black bear doll, he effortlessly lifted the body of the "executioner" Meursault.

    "I'll take him to the empty bedroom on the second floor to sit for a while, and then go downstairs later... Ah, that's just right. After you have dinner, I should start exploring my main body."

    Looking at her back as she waved her hand and walked up the stairs to the second floor, Klein silently closed his mouth, which had opened wide at some point. After a long while, he raised his feet to catch up with the stairs and called out to Arthur Watson who was about to push open the door of the empty bedroom.

    "Anything else?" She did not stop her movements, and turned the doorknob directly, throwing the heavy object in her hand into the house, and then looked back at Klein who was gradually approaching her.

    He looked straight into those blue eyes that were so hazy that he couldn't see the true meaning, and no longer avoided making eye contact with her:

    "Thank you for helping me deal with the aftermath of this body... But as I said before, Meursault is one of the leaders of the Zmanger Party. His inexplicable disappearance will soon be noticed, and those gangster subordinates who know his itinerary will definitely be able to find out that he has been to No. 15 Minsk Street and to Detective Sherlock's house... I think I hope to discuss with you how to properly avoid possible troubles in the future without calling the police... Yes, and maybe you don't know our neighbors, such as Mrs. Salmer's family next door, and Lawyer Jurgen who came to entrust me with work a few days ago..."

    "I see, you mean you don't want their current lives and personal safety to be affected by the gangs." Arthur Watson raised his eyebrows in denial.

    When her intentions were pointed out so bluntly, Klein, despite being reserved, even felt a strange sense of spiritual connection with her. He had to suppress his accelerated heartbeat and deliberately made a joke to ease the atmosphere:

    "...After all, before I became a detective, I was first a young historian with a conscience."

    "The young historian with a conscience I knew is already dead." She shook her head, thought for a moment, and invited him into the house, saying, "Since you want to know, then come in. Strictly speaking, you killed this gentleman, and the body should be your trophy..."

    "I don't want this kind of trophy that will make people sleep poorly!" The material gains of this battle are enough to have the "Hunter" extraordinary characteristics extracted!

    Klein complained and followed her into the vacant north-facing bedroom. He shivered slightly in the damp and cold sky that gradually darkened.

    After turning on the control knob of the gas lamp, the dimness in the room was driven away by the light, retreating to the gloomy rainy night outside the curtains without a red moon. He could only helplessly accompany the cold wind that hit the glass window.

    In the time it took him to turn on the light and close the door, Arthur Watson had taken out several intriguing objects and casually threw them on the single bed without a sheet or mattress, and lowered his head to search for something in it.

    "This is..." Klein walked closer and leaned forward to observe the strangely shaped mysterious props. "Scarecrow?"

    Just as he said, there were about seven or eight strange little people made of hay scattered on the bed. Their oval and flat heads had facial features painted with black ink. The arc at the corners of their mouths was weird and terrifying, and it was a classic smile that could be classified as a cult.

    In the center of the chests of those straw men, most of them had a piece of white paper with words on it, and they were pierced by several rusty sharp spikes. It looked like it was related to ominous concepts such as curses.

    He even recognized the words on the white paper on the chests of the straw men: "Father Kuso."

    ... Although he couldn't understand the two symbols that looked like Japanese kana, Klein intuitively felt that it was not a good word.

    But who was the priest? What bad things had he done that made Alice use him to stab the little people?

    "It is indeed a scarecrow, but from the professional perspective of a spellcaster, it is defined as a 'medium of spells.'" Arthur Watson picked out a relatively intact scarecrow with no rusty nails stuck in its chest and took it in his hand. He collected the rest of the "Priest Scarecrows" and casually popularized the common sense of the magic theory of the other world for him.

    "Spells, curses, sorcery... This system of spells has many different names and ways of addressing. In short, it is a powerful, dangerous and taboo mystery. The top curse masters are always inevitably associated with evil, cruel temperament and descriptions similar to these adjectives, and are associated with terrifying and bizarre rumors. Even sight can become a medium for the spread of evil curses. Just holding the real name can easily curse the target of the spell thousands of miles away..." "But this

    should not have much to do with you, right?" Klein guessed, looking at the crudely made scarecrow in her hand.

    Arthur Watson, who was adjusting the body proportions of the scarecrow, seemed to be choked. He paused for a few seconds before looking up and rolling his eyes at the man:

    "How is it not related? I learned the basics of spells from... from the witch who is most proficient in spells in the world. How can you say it is not related? Of course, of course I have to admit that my talent for spells is relatively, um, to use the words of teacher Lana, I am not suitable for learning spells..."

    Lana, her witch teacher who is proficient in spells is called this name... Well, she always swore to him not to confuse magicians and witches, but doesn't she still have a witch teacher who teaches spells?

    This shows that the boundary between the two is not very clear, and there is no problem in calling her a witch.

    Klein nodded silently in his heart, and motioned for her to continue without showing it on his face.

    "...In any case, as long as there is a key medium, I can use spells to control the body of Mr. Meursault, like this-"Chapter.38 Spells and "Secret Dolls" (Page 2/2)Previous pagebookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    Arthur Watson grabbed the small folding knife that slipped out of his sleeve, half squatted down, and neatly shaved a small handful of bloody hair from the dark-skinned sturdy man's head, and buried it in the body of the straw man he had chosen earlier.

    As she whispered a few mysterious syllables, the color of the hay on the scarecrow's body seemed to deepen a bit. Klein even had a strong premonition that he was being silently watched by the eyes drawn by ink, and had to use his almost instinctive control to suppress the reaction of the arrector pili muscles on his back to contract autonomously.

    "Okay." After putting the straw man on the ground, Arthur Watson clapped his hands twice and said with a smile, "Stand up, Mr. Meursault." The

    scarecrow Meursault climbed up from the floor in response, and the "executioner" Meursault, with his eyes wide open and unwilling to close his eyes, stood up silently at the same time, his eyes empty, staring straight ahead.

    "Blink, relax, and look more natural."

    Meursault, who should have been just a corpse, blinked slowly, and his expression became relaxed, as if he had seen his owner feeding him.

    After that, Arthur Watson gave a few simple instructions, and Klein watched the funny scene of this highlander doing push-ups with the straw man, imitating the curly-haired baboon looking around, and dancing a clumsy folk dance, trying to suppress his surprise.

    After carefully looking at the black-clad "executioner" from top to bottom, Arthur Watson nodded slightly:

    "It seems that due to the cause of death of having his throat cut, Meursault seems to have lost his ability to speak, but his reaction, common sense and memory are still there... Well, the situation looks good."

    Klein quickly realized the strategic significance of Meursault's "resurrection" and standing up, and couldn't help showing a look of joy on his face:

    "As long as Meursault's men see him return to the Zmanger party's base on his own tonight, and no one notices that he is dead, and his death is delayed for a few days... no one will think that Meursault's death is related to detective Sherlock!"

    "Of course, this is also a solution. But as I said, Mr. Meursault is a very suitable candidate to be the 'Trojan Horse'. If we just delay his death, it would be a bit of a waste of this spell, so..."

    Arthur Watson chuckled and shook his head, turned to the scarecrow on the ground, and gave the next instruction:

    "You go back to the Zmanger party's base first. Try to avoid talking to acquaintances on the way. Go straight back to your own room. If you encounter an unavoidable conversation, cover it up with a cough."

    The scarecrow nodded, turned around and began to mark time comically; in return, Meursault walked straight to the bedroom exit, turned the door lock quite normally, and walked away. His movements were natural and smooth.

    Klein stood at the window on the second floor, watching the figure of the "executioner" in a black coat leave his house. His back gradually blended into the drizzle and mist on the street, and then he breathed a sigh of relief:

    "It seems that the crisis has been resolved for the time being..."

    "Well, the Zmanger Party is unlikely to come to our door."

    Because they will soon be too busy to take care of an unknown private detective.

    Arthur Watson smiled and put away the straw man who was pacing in place, and added in his heart.Chapter.39 The Star CollectorPrevious ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    Under the warm light, the crackling sound of smokeless charcoal burning could be clearly heard in the living room where the fire was quietly lit, which made No. 15 Minsk Street, which had experienced an unexpected turmoil, return to the peaceful atmosphere that it should have on an ordinary rainy night.

    The girl who closed her eyes silently in the mirror starry sky finally raised her upper eyelids that covered her vision and withdrew her attention from reality.

    "The emotional supplement and feeding are also going smoothly. There is no need to worry about this problem for the time being..." She smiled and shook her head, no longer thinking about other things, but turned to the boundless universe she was facing, listening to the mysterious whispers she was pursuing.

    The exploration is still going on, but tonight, with all the clues and conditions, for her, it is like holding Ariadne's thread and walking in the labyrinth of the Minotaur. As long as she insists on walking through all the legendary places and getting the mysterious fragment that only appears on the eve of the full moon, she can get the final answer.

    As for what the answer that awaited her would be -

    just before dawn, Alice arrived at her final destination, landing on the surface of a small celestial body with crimson rocks and barren deserts. She saw the deep night sky without the protection of the atmosphere, and countless twinkling stars were particularly bright in the dark background like a curtain.

    "I hope I'm not wrong..."

    She whispered to herself, suppressing the assumption that she couldn't say in the second half, while taking out the nine fragments she had collected, no longer suppressing their strange attraction to each other, silently watching them gather together in a vacuum-like environment with weak gravity, and piece together the appearance of a complete object as if they had life.

    A key that looked like a star flickering in it.

    Alice controlled the wizard's hand to grab the key composed of fragments, and let the ghost body fly off the ground, and began to search and patrol around the surface of this small celestial body.

    This small celestial body is the central point where nine legendary places meet. From the perspective of mysticism, it is the key to the legend with special meaning. The legends circulated in this mirror starry sky and the obscure puzzles mentioned in the legends all convey the same image to a certain extent.

    "Those who collect stars will eventually hold the key to the truth..."

    Alice silently repeated this description that concerned her in her mind, and stopped flying forward to search, slowly descending from the sky, her sight from the top of the towering and sharp building, all the way down to the broad, heavy and magnificent stone base, taking in the ancient pyramid standing on the deep red rock.

    She thought, she should have found the so-called door of truth.

    Walk through the first layer of the mirror world, which is the most connected to reality but has a completely different reversal, cross the second layer that reflects the appearance of thousands of things, walk out of the quiet and peaceful third layer, pass through the fourth layer that is as complicated as a spider web, dangerous and deadly, defeat the mirror self and surpass the limit of the fifth layer, and finally find the entrance to the deepest layer in the sixth layer of the mirror world in the boundless starry sky.

    How many people can really reach this step?

    Even if they can perceive the composition and structure of the mirror world, discover that this mysterious and strange world is not just what they know, realize the true purpose of the "mirror", and defeat themselves...how many people can win the battle with themselves and come to the starry sky of the mirror world to roam and explore?

    ...Well, although she used a little trick in the mirror battle on the fifth layer and cheated a little bit, at least she walked through the other parts step by step. Does

    this sentence mean that it just wants to explain the meaning of "truth can only be mastered by a few people"?

    No, obviously not.

    Alice landed on the surface and came to the magnificent pyramid building that people could only look up at. She flew into the only entrance of the pyramid's oblique outer wall with the key held in the wizard's hand, and walked slowly in the dark and narrow passage.

    After several minutes of winding flight, she was blocked by a heavy door.

    On the pitch-black door engraved with countless mysterious patterns, there was an extremely conspicuous groove.

    Without excitement or joy, Alice simply calmly controlled the wizard's hand, opened the first door in the pyramid building with the key that could block the mysterious call, and stepped into the deeper and more mysterious world behind the door.

    The moment she stepped into the door, everything was reversed.

    The pitch black turned into pure white, and the invisible and shadowless translucent body that turned into a ghost suddenly returned to the state of a flesh-and-blood girl's body, along with the ragged and tattered black robe that was as ethereal as the ghost, and solidified into a solid body, faithfully fitting the wearer's body curves, and the light hem no longer flew around, but quietly fell at her feet, covering the bare white bare feet as she took a step forward.

    Alice closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself adjust to the sudden change of the surrounding space to bright light. Then she opened her eyes and looked at the Eye of Secret Magic beside her, which could no longer maintain its hidden state, and then looked behind her.

    As expected, the dark door she had entered was gone, and behind her was only a spiral staircase that seemed to extend infinitely upward.

    "There is air, and the temperature and air pressure are also within the normal range..."

    Alice roughly guessed the answer while calmly feeling the detection information transmitted by the Eye of Secret Magic.

    The moment she entered the door, she had already arrived at the deepest level of the mirror world, in a completely different dimension from before. And because of the connection of consciousness on one side of the clone, she could even feel the distinct difference in the speed of time on both sides.

    Turning her body back, focusing her eyes on the pure white staircase leading down in front of her, Alice exhaled lightly, holding the body of the summoned staff in her right hand, and began to cast a protective spell on herself while walking down the stairs.

    Like a pilgrim, she quietly walked along the stairs and walls that emitted soft white light, and went deep into the bottom of the spiral staircase that looked like the interior of a high tower, stepping silently through the slowly flowing time. The

    time flow rate ratio between the mirror world on the seventh floor and the outside world was ten to one, which meant that there were only five minutes of night time left in reality, and 50 minutes at the deepest level, allowing her to explore the secrets of this white realm at a leisurely pace.

    The sound of bare feet walking on the stairs was almost inaudible, and only the slight sound of the friction of black robes accompanied her as she walked forward.

    After about ten minutes of walking, Alice reached the end of the spiral staircase.

    At the end of the stairs, there was another tightly closed door. A

    pure white door with a conspicuous keyhole.

    There was no reason to hesitate.

    She inserted the key that matched the shape of the keyhole into the keyhole, and naturally opened the closed double door in front of her without encountering any obstacles.

    The door, which was as clean as a piece of white paper and had no mysterious patterns, opened backwards, revealing the scene on the other side.

    Alice put away the slightly strange expression on her face, held the key that flickered like a star, walked forward along the narrow straight passage in front of her, and stopped outside a transparent house that seemed to be made of glass.

    There was nothing in the house except for the strange creatures that looked like insects all over the floor, but emitted little starlight.

    Staring at the scene in front of her that would drive people with trypophobia to death, Alice carefully observed the countless starlight insects that were constantly trembling and squirming for a while, and tentatively asked:

    "Who are you? What are you doing here?"Chapter.40 Prisoners in jailPrevious ChapterbookshelfTable of contentsSave BookmarkNext Chapter    Of course, the insects did not respond to her call.

    Although Alice had expected this, she was still a little disappointed.

    The effect of the spell of knowing languages ​​should be able to transform her words into a language that the other party can understand... But the premise is that these translucent insects with bright starlight all over the ground have consciousness and are some kind of intelligent creatures that exist somewhere in the universe.

    Before she spoke out to test it, she carefully observed the glass house in front of her. Its structure is simple and clear. The four walls and the bottom are made of solid transparent barriers to form a fully enclosed space. The only entrance and exit is the transparent door facing her, which is just big enough for a normal-sized human to pass through.

    Similarly, the third door she saw was also tightly closed, and the shape of the keyhole on the door handle was consistent with the holes on the other two doors.

    Whether it is the strange transparent room or the repeated doors and locks, these are obviously unnatural things created by human intentions, and they are definitely the deepest elements of the construction under some kind of human arrangement.

    At least, in her opinion, the seventh floor of the mirror world was set up as a prison to imprison these strange worms emitting starlight.

    Of course, if this transparent room could isolate the sound, her attempt would not yield any results, but obviously...

    Alice thought about it and decided to rule out this possibility first. She put the key in her hand into the subspace, and almost at the same time, meaningless and frantic noises surged towards her like a tide, piercing her mind and soul one by one as if to tear apart her thoughts and soul.

    She quickly took back the key, isolated the chaotic noise coming from these translucent worms, and then cleared her throat to continue further exploration.

    The common language of the continent, the imperial language, the ice language, and the beastman language of the other world... She repeated the same content as before in various languages, trying to communicate with the starlight insects, but they still did not respond; and when she adjusted her vocal organs with the transformation spell, she tried to use the Elven language, the Dragon language, and even the Celestial language and the Abyssal language to ask the insects inside the transparent hut, they also kept crawling slowly, and there was no sign of response.

    "...Yes, if it is so easy to pull the existence of the world over here, the so-called law of conservation of extraordinary characteristics cannot be established at all..."

    Alice switched back to the Loen language and whispered to herself, and began to search for the commonly used languages ​​in the sense of mysticism in her mind, preparing to start from the Hermetic language and try them one by one.

    But just before she was about to speak, the translucent swarm of insects in the glass house suddenly swirled as if awakened, like the surface of a pond thrown into a boulder. The worms rolled and rose, and on the transparent floor that was so empty that there was no other external objects, they gathered to form a long, strange shadow that stood upright. It had neither hands nor feet, and looked very strange. The

    strange long shadow formed by the swarm of insects seemed to have finally noticed the visitor outside the house, and suddenly stuck to the transparent wall on the side where the door was, and let out a hollow and illusory hideous scream:

    "Characteristics... Conservation... Extraordinary..."

    This was not the Loen language she used most often, nor was it any other known mystical language or ancient language, but it strangely made people understand the semantics, and intuitively recognized that this was the true source of many current languages.

    And at a distance of less than five meters, she could even clearly appreciate the whole process of the strange shadow formed by countless translucent worms transforming into a pool of slime monster.

    Alice thought for a moment, then took a few steps forward and placed her palms against the transparent outer wall of the hut, separating herself from the approaching worms with only a seemingly fragile barrier. At the same time, she repeated her previous question in Loenese, adding to the content of the other party's previous roar:

    "Who are you? What are you doing here? Are you some kind of extraordinary creature?"

    The mania and confusion surrounding the starlight worms seemed to be dispelled and weakened by her active approach. After only a pause, they replied in a high and low tone:

    "Extraordinary... I... am, I am... here... Extraordinary... only me, I don't... don't have... I don't know..."

    Alice said, summing up for the worms:

    "You don't know who you are, nor where this is, you just remember that a certain Extraordinary sealed you inside this room?"

    The multiple mixed voices from the starlight insects fell into a brief silence, and then answered her question with increasingly chaotic and illogical expressions, sometimes even popping out inexplicable words from unknown vocal organs.

    Until the light-blond girl smiled and gently soothed, inducing the fragmented and scattered consciousness of these worms to gradually show a trend of integration, she finally got some relatively complete information from the "mouths" of the unknown creatures in front of her.

    "No... I don't know... I don't know when I came here, and I don't remember who I am. I don't know who banished me to this empty space..."

    "Nothing... There's nothing here! There's no one else to talk to, no other physical things, nothing... Only myself."

    "I don't even... know how long I've spent here. For a long time, my only pleasure was to count the seconds in my mind, and reset to zero every time I counted to 25,920... Tick-tock, tick-tock, one, two, three, four... Ah - hehe, hahahaha, when was that? A long, long, long time ago, so long ago that I feel sick and want to vomit when I think about it... No, of course, I know I can't vomit, and recently I've even felt fewer and fewer emotions... Recently, recently... No, no, when was the most recent time?"

    Alice looked at the group of starlight insects that were slowly condensing into a clear human shape, and exhaled softly:

    "The speed of time here is faster than in the outside world. You should be thankful that you only have a soul left and no longer need to eat or drink. Otherwise, as long as one day passes in the outside world, the ten days that have passed here would be enough to build a grave for you."

    "Only... the soul?"

    "But even if only the soul is left, you should understand one thing... your self-awareness is close to being shattered. It has been crushed by the cage of loneliness." The

    starlight shadow, which had gathered into a clear outline, slowly raised his hands, repeatedly turning the palms and backs of his hands, and gradually shifting the direction of his head from his arms to his torso and legs, and finally suddenly raised his head, so that his vision was fixed on the girl who was only separated by a wall. He looked at her ragged black robe as if he was recognizing her existence for the first time, looked at the white skin of her arms and the faintly visible blue veins, and looked at her calm eyes looking at him.

    "Why, who... are you? Why do you know these things? How did you... find this place?"

    Even though the other party's body did not have structures similar to eyes, Alice could still smell strong suspicion, fear, and a little bit of expectation from the human-shaped starlight shadow, and almost immediately guessed what this guy was thinking.

    She unhappily withdrew her hand from the transparent wall, with an unhappy look on her face:

    "Let me make it clear in advance, I asked about your identity first because I don't know you, so I have nothing to do with the existence that locked you up here. I am just a casual passerby... um, a kind passerby."

    "Kind passerby..." The humanoid Starlight Shadow seemed a little confused as she repeated her self-proclaimed name.

    "Yes, that's right, the key point of a kind passerby is of course the premise of kindness." Alice nodded slightly, rolled her eyes, and smiled slightly, "Well, if I say I'm here to rescue you... will you choose to believe it?"