"... Just like that, when the call resounding across the starry sky revived again, I knew that night in real time was coming, so I began to slowly descend along the rock wall of the Great Rift Valley. On the way down, I noticed the dark rock wall

It is gradually covered with frost, and from time to time you can still see strange-shaped protrusions that look like ice sculptures...

The depth of the rift reaches thousands of feet, and there are almost no signs of life activity here, but I still witnessed three strange creatures. One of them is a strange four-legged creature with a rock body, which looks very much like the elemental plane.

Some of the elemental life forms are actually animals with complete respiratory and digestive systems... The second is some kind of plant-like body with a suspected soft gel form as the main body, relying on the excretion of the four-legged creature I mentioned before...

things to survive.

And the last creature was a punting ferryman I met when I arrived at the bottom of the rift valley, a completely frozen river... Oh, actually it might be a bit reluctant to say that it was a 'human', but at any rate

It's an intelligent life that can communicate. Let's call him the ferryman for the time being... Well, although the communication between us started in a less friendly way.

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

"... Of course, I feel that this guy who calls himself the 'Styx Race' has a lot of inconsistencies in his rhetoric. Maybe he wants to hide something, or maybe he is deceiving me and trying to induce me to find the legendary

treasure, but that doesn't matter.

What's important is that I intuitively should get that treasure, just like every Styx tribesman who tries to challenge the underground labyrinth and hopes to fulfill the prophecy passed down from generation to generation, thinking that doing so can unlock the seal and gain supreme power.

, and then return to the surface, and start a life-or-death holy war with the 'Hot Sand Clan' who have built a heretical civilization on the ground...

But what does this have to do with me, an anonymous ghost passing by?

I just walked through the underground glacier maze, bypassed the obstructive guardian beasts, and came to the thick door that sealed the secret treasure. Finally, I easily passed through the wall and got the legendary secret treasure that is said to be able to awaken another self, the Sorrow.

Blade, he didn't care about seals and puzzles at all... Well, the point is not this, nor the vegetable and fruit knife that will let out some air conditioning from time to time, but something that is tightly sealed in the treasure room.

I spent some effort to open the treasure box, and found that there was only a strange object that looked like metal and stone. It seemed to be a fragment of something... The moment I picked up the fragment, those who had never

The intermittent calls disappeared almost instantly, and there was no sound again. I knew that I was looking in the right direction."

"I couldn't find any more clues from this fragment, so I set off on my way to the second legendary land. Coincidentally, this time the portal exit happened to be located in a dense forest of trees.

As a result, as soon as I walked out of the teleportation channel, I was greeted warmly by a large group of creatures that looked very similar to dinosaurs... Well, that's right, although they couldn't touch me in the ghost state, they could emit energy that directly affected my spirit.

The interference sound waves almost shocked me into mild cerebral palsy..."

"...So, at the end of the exploration of the second legendary place, a strange object similar to the first fragment appeared. I put it away and prepared to go to the planet where the third legend spreads, but unfortunately

, on the way to the destination, the night time has passed quietly. Even if I store the two fragments that can provide a silent environment in the subspace, it is gradually difficult to catch those noisy and weak calls.

Of course, the time during the day should not be wasted like this, so I found the treasure locations that fit the third and fourth legendary secrets, and noticed a pattern - there were no strange treasures in these two treasure locations.

The fragmented arcane box is just a pure treasure house of occult items... I guess that maybe those real treasures will only appear at night when the call is heard."

The elegant, mellow voice gurgled like a stream, and the improvised violin music that accompanied the narration echoed in the house at No. 15 Minsk Street. The dimness caused by the continuous rain outside the window was intertwined with the warm light of the bright gas lamp in the living room.

, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.

Klein sat on the blood-stained sofa with a dull expression. He looked around silently, as if he had been exposed to a tragic scene of a hurricane. His eyes swept over the broken tables and chairs, smashed cabinets and wine racks, and quickly passed them by.

The fragments of glass bottles and mellow red wine scattered all over the floor, the body of the man in black lying on the floor, and finally the cuffs of his formal dress that were damaged in the fight were fixed on, looking 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. Just when he finished channeling and began to consider how to deal with the murder scene, a guy carrying a piano case walked into the house through the front door.

, Gu Zi began to perform solo performances with strong expressive intentions.

In the middle of the messy living room, the handsome young man "Arthur Watson" with a light blond braid tied behind his head just at this moment completed the improvisational ending of the music with a melodious and light melody, and elegantly lowered the holder on the side of his neck.

playing the violin, a pair of bright green eyes suddenly opened, filled with a relaxed smile:

"So, just in time for the intermission, which is about to fall into the night, I came back to see...well, what is going on?"

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

"I wanted to say it from the beginning... When you came in, didn't you notice that our living room, dining room and entrance were all in a mess? There was such a black bear-like corpse lying on the ground. How did you do it?

You took out your violin and began to concentrate on sharing your adventures on the planet with me?"

At least, the stench caused by the body's incontinence after death would be easy to ignore, right?

Arthur Watson kept his gaze on the broken glass bottles for a long time and did not make any move for a long time.

After a long silence, she raised her hand and pinched her eyebrows, with a strong sense of depression in her tone:

"I...wait a moment. I'll add protective spells to the main body first, and then deal with the problem here."

Sure enough...she didn't pay attention to the situation at home at all before! Most of her attention on the clone's side was focused on telling stories and playing violin music!

Klein put his hand on his forehead and sighed a few more heavy breaths while waiting for her to switch states.

"Okay, why don't you introduce to me the gentleman here who is lying on the ground and bathing in the light?" Arthur Watson put the piano and bow in his hand back into the violin case at his feet, put one hand in his pocket,

He held the tie with one hand and pulled it apart slightly, frowning slightly as he looked at the strange corpse on the living room floor.

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

"Meursault, the 'executor' of the Zmangue Party, is a leader with a high status."

Hearing this, Arthur Watson immediately raised his eyes and glanced at him:

"Hey, are you causing trouble? You're pretty cool. You got involved with the gang so quickly."

"...I don't want to either." Klein paused for a moment, trying to make his next tone less guilty and short-tempered, "The cause was just a commission to find a missing detective, and the client was hired by that

As a detective's intelligence officer, I thought this might be a good opportunity to integrate into the local detective circle and expand information channels, so I signed a contract with the other party..."

He briefly described the investigation experience of the past few days in detail, and emphasized at the end:

"I know that there is a lot of trouble behind this matter, so it's really just out of consideration that I don't want to get involved... and the principle of confidentiality that a detective should abide by, that 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 news when Mr. Meursault offers the right price." Arthur Watson casually unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and chuckled.

He said, "But I think the purpose of his attack on you is not to kill you, but to capture you and bring him back to the gang to torture you and force you to reveal the information..."

Klein's eyes were unconsciously attracted by her movements, focusing on the fair skin that exposed a small part of her collarbone, and replied absentmindedly:

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

There are also the completely ruined furniture, decorations, and porcelain fragments all over the floor...

When he thought that the large proportion of worn-out items might have been purchased with Alice's money, he suddenly lost the confidence to look directly at her, feeling that he had incurred more debt than he could bear in just a few minutes.

"What to do afterward..." Arthur Watson seemed to lower his eyes and ponder for a few seconds, then suddenly turned his neck and looked at the corpse of the man in black on the ground with his throat slit and wide eyes, "It seems you didn't mention it to me before.

, this Mr. Meursault is also an extraordinary person?”

Since he had received relevant information earlier in the channeling ceremony, Klein was not surprised that the corpse's throat wound appeared and the gathering spiritual radiance appeared. He just carefully picked up the jelly-like extraordinary properties and organized his words:

"Yes, the fighting ability he displayed in the battle was amazing. He had both speed and strength, and it was very oppressive. If I hadn't had the ability to have premonitions, I don't know how many rounds I could have lasted in his hands... I think

, the sequence potion he took should be mainly to enhance his fighting ability."

"Absolutely, this is the smell of the 'Hunter' characteristic."

Arthur Watson affirmed, then sighed softly, raised his hand and made a dignified, unassuming snap of his fingers.

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

With this move of hers, the aftermath of the war, which seemed to have been devastated by the violent storm, came to life in the blink of an eye.

The mahogany chair with its armrests missing, the legs and half of the back stood up silently, combined with the wood chips and wood chips that flew in automatically, and reorganized back to its previous undamaged appearance; the dents and cracks on the coffee table were restored to their original state.

The splattered blood quietly flowed back into the body's slit throat wound; in the corner of the living room, the glass wine bottles and wine racks that were tragically scattered on the floor were neatly arranged in their original positions, with the slightly swaying dark red wine

The outer edge of the bottle reflects the mellow luster of the water 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 the miserable state of just a moment ago was no longer visible.

Klein subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the coffee table. There were a small number of standard contracts neatly placed there. Every page of paper was as white as new. No one could imagine that one of the fragile and harmless standard contracts had been turned into a knife and cut.

Passed through the throat of a strong man on the plateau.

His debt suddenly disappeared so easily.

Feeling an invisible weight lifted off his shoulders, Klein focused his gaze on the corpse with a healed throat wound, and began to worry about whether he should call the police.

"The Zimenger Party...is a gang that is entrenched in the East District of Backlund, right?" Arthur Watson lifted the piano case on the ground and asked casually.

"Yes, and this is just their apparent identity. Behind the scenes, there should be a certain ambassador from the Republic of Intis to Backlund who is involved in providing substantial financial and material assistance, and using the hands of gangsters to complete some dirty work that is inconvenient to do personally...

…” Klein frowned, recalling the information he got from the psychic screen, and combined with some personal guesses, he roughly clarified the difficulty of the problem.

"Gangsters, gangsters in the East District..." After hearing this, Arthur Watson chuckled, "Maybe he came just in time, and I just needed to use such an identity that would not easily arouse others' suspicion to complete 'Troy'
Chapter completed!