Mystery: The Stars Returner

The voice sounded calm, but you could vaguely hear a hint of joy hidden in it.

"Sharon, your psychological tactics are very good."

Hastur sighed, knowing that he would lose to Sharon tonight.

She was indeed the seeker tonight, but she turned from passive to active and deliberately hid to prevent herself from discovering her, thereby causing herself to misjudge.

When she came to this house, she probably had already observed every room before going to the mirror to remind herself.

Finally, squat down where you hide your body, wait for your spirit body to get in, and win the game in one fell swoop.

"I'm just more patient than you are."

Sharon's figure floated out from the window, then came to the front of the closet, looking at Hastur with a calm face.

"Hey, when did you come to my house?"

"Around seven-thirty."

"Is this the time Maric told you?"

Sharon nodded silently.

"Then you saw everything?"

Sharon nodded again.

"..."

Hasta's cheeks felt a little hot. To put it this way, from the first step of hiding in the closet, he was under Sharon's gaze.

No wonder he couldn't find her, this was clearly an unfair hide-and-seek!

Sharon's blue eyes lit up slightly, as if a smile was flowing through her, but she soon returned to her usual calm, without any unnecessary mood swings.

"From the moment you slowly closed the door, carefully got into the closet, and finally appeared as a spirit, I could see it clearly."

Sharon tried her best to use a calm tone and stabbed Hastur's wound gently again.

"..."

Hasta really wanted to cover his face with his hands, close the two cabinet doors, then turn around and hide in the corner of the closet.

It's really shameful to be said like this in public.

He recalled it again. Fortunately, he didn't talk to himself at that time, otherwise, he would really be embarrassed to see others.

After taking a few deep breaths, Hasta put a smile on his face, walked out of the closet, and said with a smile: "When I am in the spirit state, can you easily detect my existence?"

"No."

Sharon thought for a while and then said: "Your spiritual body is in a very special state. Even if I turn on my spiritual vision, I can't detect your existence."

"...So, you can't see me at all?"

"Well, after you leave this house, I can no longer sense your location."

"...So you left words and sounds on the mirror to lure me out?"

Sharon didn't answer, but her eyes told Hastur that his guess was correct.

Not only did he lose to Maric's false information tonight, he also lost to Sharon in terms of patience and wisdom.

Fortunately, his improved second version of the invisibility technique was able to hide it from even Sharon.

This level should be enough to go to the Russell Memorial Exhibition and take away the Black Emperor card.

"I can't see you because I'm far away from you. If I were close, I would have a vague feeling."

Hastur was stunned for a moment, then looked outside the window. He blinked and said in an incredible tone: "Miss Sharon, so you hid far away from the house at the beginning, and then passed through the door inside the house. The mirror is observing my every move from a distance?"

Sharon was silent, turned slightly, and said after a while: "The rules of the game only require that you be found in hiding, and they do not require me to enter the house."

"...Miss Sharon, are you cheating?"

Only now Hastur truly understood that he could not win this game from the beginning, no matter who was looking for him.

Because I only limited my thinking to the inside of the house, I couldn't find Sharon hiding in any mirror space outside through the mirror.

"I am making reasonable use of the rules."

Sharon turned around, looked directly at Hastur, and said, "Learning to exploit loopholes in the rules, isn't it something that you Extraordinary Lawyers should be accustomed to?"

"..."

Hastur only felt like another knife had been inserted into his wound.

"You are not a qualified Beyonder."

Sharon calmly raised the knife again and slowly inserted it into Hastur's wound. Only the handle of the knife remained outside the wound.

"..."

Hastur looked at Miss Sharon, who had long, light gold hair in a bun, blue eyes shining like sapphires, and a delicate face. No matter what she said, she could maintain a calm expression.

He understood a truth: every exquisite doll has pink and black inside, and he is very good at stabbing people with a knife while smiling.

Looking at Hastur like this, Sharon said in a somewhat unnatural tone: "Your invisibility is very good, but remember to hide your body well next time."

After saying that, the figure disappeared from Hastur, probably directly using the ability of mirror jumping to change his position in an instant.

Although this kind of mirror jump can only cover a distance of a few hundred meters, it is already a very useful extraordinary ability.

Whether it's escaping or investigating, it can produce magical effects.

"Forget it, as Maric said, losing to Miss Sharon is not a shameful thing. After all, she is Sequence 5 and he is Sequence 7."

"And she is also the elusive resentful spirit in Sequence 5. It is normal to not find her."

"There is absolutely no need for me to feel depressed because of this small failure. After all, even Sharon can only sense my presence at close range. This proves that my invisibility is still very powerful."

Hasta comforted himself a few words, but when he thought of what had just happened, he felt ashamed and panicked.

"Just now, was Sharon snickering?"

Hasta recalled carefully, and it seemed that he did not see Sharon's snickering expression.

"Hey, let's take a bath and relax first, and then think about whether we can come up with the third version of invisibility."

Hastur left the room and headed to the bathroom.

When he came to the mirror and saw his face clearly in the mirror, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly and said, "Miss Sharon, you are quite playful."

On his handsome face, three black lines were drawn on both cheeks, and the tip of his nose was blackened with ink... It felt like he was drawing cats on other people's faces when he was a child.

Thinking that Sharon had been staring at his face just now and still talking to him calmly, Hasta had to admire Sharon's puppet transformation.

I'm afraid once she is promoted to Sequence 4, the puppet potion in her body will be completely digested, right?

"What a shame..."

Hastur buried his face in the bubbly bathtub.

……

In the next few days, Hastur basically stayed at home to study his third version of the invisibility technique, and at the same time simulated going to the Roselle Memorial Exhibition to steal the Black Emperor's card.

In order not to affect Qilingos' actions, he deliberately postponed this plan for a few days. Only after catching Qilingos at the ball held by Duke Negan, he would find the opportunity to steal the Black Emperor Card.

A house with stables and a garden in Hillston on Saturday.

Zillinges, who had a unique wide chin and dark green eyes, stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking leisurely as he put on a set of clothes that he had taken off the unconscious man on the ground just now. The black glove on his left hand wriggled like digestion.

A few seconds later, Qilinges' body in the full-length mirror shimmered, and his face, muscles, skin, bones, etc. all underwent strange changes.

Before long, his figure and appearance were exactly the same as the man lying on the ground.

A strong nose, sparse eyebrows, slightly droopy cheeks, and light blue eyes, this is his new appearance now.

To be precise, Baron Gramiel.

"The nobles' dance is really exciting. I wonder if the blood of the Loen nobles will be fresher and sweeter than others, or if it will be as dirty and smelly as the pirates on the sea."

Qilingos murmured, break the real Baron Gramir's neck before going out, otherwise wouldn't it be very troublesome if this man wakes up suddenly?

It's better to kill to save trouble.

After all, there are few things in this world simpler than killing someone.

People are very fragile, especially ordinary people who cannot master extraordinary power.

A pair of knives and forks, inserted in the right place, can also kill someone.

He never liked things that were too troublesome, and things that could be solved by killing people were just right for him.

In fact, he always felt that he was very particular about fairness. After all, death was fair to everyone, whether rich or poor.

Queens, Duke Negan's mansion.

The nobles of Loen's upper class brought their wives, female companions, male companions and their children to attend tonight's dance.

Just the carriage parked at the entrance of Duke Negan's villa area can be discharged thousands of meters away. A competent coachman is guarding the carriage, looking at the brightly lit villa area in the distance.

That's not a world they can go to. It's obviously not very far away.

But they did not show any dissatisfaction because of this. Instead, they looked proud, straightened their backs proudly, and stared at every noble who passed by.

After all, they have seen the splendor and luxury of the real upper class society, and they are the group of people closest to them.

Just like the homeless man who makes a living by begging, when talking about the greatness and prosperity of Backlund when facing the refugees who come from outside to beg for a living, he will also straighten his back and look proud.