Mystery: The Stars Returner

The mysterious gray mist, the unknown space, and the figure exuding an ancient aura all made Leonard, who was stimulated tonight, feel speechless again.

Everything seems to come to him lately.

"Where is this place?" Leonard suppressed other messy emotions and spoke with a slightly humble tone.

“A gathering space.”

"What party?"

"Tarot Club."

"You are a fool!"

Hearing the word Tarot Society, Leonard instantly understood the true identity of the ancient existence in front of him.

This is an ancient resuscitator recorded in the archives together with the stars. He is suspected to be an old guy from an unknown number of epochs ago.

Klein, who was sitting at the front, just looked at the panicked Leonard with a smile.

He originally wanted to enter Leonard's dream through Will tonight, but Will happened to have something to deal with.

He thought about indirectly providing him with some help by pulling Leonard to the gray fog for a meeting.

As for the resurrected Klein, he can contact Leonard through the identity of the world.

It was a great way to handle it, but it just scared Leonard a little bit.

However, with his ability to accept, he should be able to integrate into the Tarot Club soon, although he looks a bit silly now.

"What do I need to do?" Leonard took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"Choose a tarot card as your codename."

Klein will select the remaining tarot cards and present them in a row in front of Leonard, allowing him to choose the tarot cards he likes.

"I choose the Star Card."

After just a brief glance, Leonard grabbed the star card. The star is also a symbol of the goddess, and he is a believer of the goddess.

Klein scattered all the other tarot cards, glanced at Leonard, who was still a little confused, and said with a smile: "I can answer some of your questions for free."

"Why choose me?"

"Everyone who can come here has something special about them. In other words, every member of the Tarot Club may be the protagonist of this era."

Leonard's heart trembled inexplicably, thinking of the old man inside him. Was it because of the old man that he was chosen by the Fool?

But just now I kept calling the old man, but the old man never responded, as if he was isolated in the real world and did not follow him to this gray fog space.

"Are Tarot meetings held regularly?"

"Every two weeks, it is held on Monday at 3 p.m., and there are only three days left until the next Tarot session."

Leonard was silent for a while before asking the question he wanted to ask the most, "What is Mr. Fool's purpose?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

Such a casual and teasing tone made Leonard's heart tremble. Finally, he shook his head and refused the answer from the Fool. He was afraid that he would accidentally hear knowledge he shouldn't have access to.

"The members of the Tarot Club are all similar to you. I believe you will get along very happily."

Without continuing the conversation, Klein sent Leonard away from the gray mist.

When Leonard returned to the real world, he looked around nervously. Everything familiar in the room made him feel at ease.

"Where did you go just now?" The old man's curious voice came from deep within his body.

Only then did Leonard confirm that the old man was not in his body just now. Also, with the old man in such a state, how could he possibly hide it from the Fool.

"I saw the Fool."

This time it was the old man's turn to be silent. After a while, the old man's voice came from his body again, "Goddess of the Night, Stars, Fool, is your luck good or bad?"

"Old man, what do you mean?"

"literal meaning."

"Hopefully it's good luck."

Leonard himself was not sure. At this moment, it was still dark and silent outside the window, and the light of the crimson moon and stars seemed to be obscured.

……

In the dock area, the late-night street chase came to an end here.

Most of Backlund's monks in yellow gathered here, searching along every inch of suspicious land.

In the end, they followed the traces left by the mysterious black shadow and found the abandoned Sunrise Almshouse.

When they opened the dungeon and saw a map with dozens of people's names hanging on the wall, the gardener and cook in charge silently put the map away.

……

In Backlund during the day, the gray weather continued to cover the entire sky, and workers from various professions were already busy.

"Damn, this map came from nowhere!"

Leonard went to the office on the second floor of Qiao Wood District as before, picked up the tea cup, and before he had a chance to take a sip of hot tea, he saw a folded map placed neatly on his desk.

He opened it out of curiosity and almost spilled the hot tea in the cup.

On a map that was obviously Backlund's, there were many names written densely on it, and many of them were people he knew.

There's Hastur, Crane, Dwayne Downstairs, and his own name!

More importantly, his name is one of the five red circles.

what is this?

April Fools' Day prank?

Moreover, the more he looked at this map, the more panicked he became, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a map, but a bomb that could explode at any time.

Leonard hurriedly put the map back on the table, took a sip of hot tea to calm down, and his rationality gradually returned amidst the smoke of tea.

He began to ask the Red Glove members who were on duty last night to see if anyone had put this map on their desk, but the answer was no. No one entered or left his office, and no suspicious person was seen.

But there is no way this map would appear on his desktop for no reason!

Moreover, this act of writing names on the map seems to be the work of a psychopathic criminal.

After the investigation failed, Leonard closed the office door tightly and quickly asked the old man inside him for his opinion.

Normally, he might not care too much about this kind of thing, but what happened recently made him feel too mysterious.

"You get too many looks and that's not necessarily a good thing."

"Old man, why are you becoming the Riddler again? Can't you just tell me the answer?"

"Oh, this is something you need to think about."

"Okay, I admit I'm stupid."

Leonard gave in decisively and wanted to find out more useful information from the old man's mouth.

"Shouldn't die."

"should?"

"Is there anything in this world that is 100% correct?"

"Old man, are you trying to scare me on purpose?"

"Whatever you think."

After leaving these words, the old man in his body made no sound anymore. Leonard leaned quietly on his seat and looked at the map on the table with complicated eyes. He didn't know what to do with it for a moment.

Late at night, when dark clouds enveloped the light of the stars, the familiar black shadow appeared outside the window again.

"hehe."

Leonard, who had been sleepless and forced to stay awake, looked at the black shadow that appeared outside the window again, gritted his teeth and said: "Damn thing, don't run away if you can!"

Bang bang bang!

Leonard lifted the quilt, held the pistol that he had already grasped, and accurately aimed at the window and fired several shots!

The brittle glass window cracked, and sharp glass shards flew everywhere.

The black shadow just crawled down, as if some kind of change had occurred, and it easily avoided the incoming bullets.

But before Leonard could take action again, a huge black net fell from mid-air, trying to cover the black shadow.

Sensing the danger, the shadow wanted to escape, but was struck back by a weapon similar to a pan. His figure fell back, twitched, and was enveloped by a giant black net.

"Hiss..."

The black shadow in the net was crawling on all fours, making a sound similar to that of a snake.

Leonard turned on the light in the room and saw the true appearance of the black shadow in the web, a spider with a human face!

It has a finger-long black body hair and white spider down on its abdomen. It has four pairs of eyes, blue pupils, and eight slender spider legs that are as tall as a human.

At this moment, it was half crushed by the giant black net. Its eight eyes were staring at itself, and its mouth was hissing and spitting out foul-smelling mucus that could corrode the giant net in the night.

Leonard felt disgusted at first sight, and felt chilled all over at the second sight.

But he did not raise the gun in his hand and shoot the big spider in the head several times.

Because he discovered that a group of monks in yellow clothes stood around the giant black net.

They stood silently in the yard outside their window, as if waiting for something.

Are they waiting for my ruling?

Leonard realized later, as if he understood something, but also as if he didn't understand anything.

But before he could figure out what was going on, the big spider, which was covered in a giant black web with nowhere to go, let out a hoarse, low, and resentful voice.

"Got you!"

"Leonard!"

"Leonard Mitchell!"

For some reason, when he heard the big spider calling his name, Leonard felt inexplicably panicked. His whole body was cold and bone-chilling, as if he was being targeted by some extremely terrifying existence!

And the sight that stares at him comes from the starry sky above his head!

Leonard's breathing was rapid and his hands and feet were cold. He wanted to say, "It's not me, you got the wrong person!"

But in front of him, the big spider in the giant black web suddenly spontaneously ignited for no reason, black flames shot out from its body, and black smoke was burned that made people want to vomit.

The black smoke floated upwards, looking like a big spider, or like the pattern of some mysterious curse.

In the sky, the shrouded black clouds dispersed, and the light of the crimson moon and stars dissolved the layers of black smoke into nothing.

The monks in yellow clothes were bathed in the light of the stars, with solemn and pious expressions.

Leonard's throat was dry, and he was thinking about what to say. In front of him, the monks in yellow clothes silently left his courtyard.

Soon, he was the only one left around, and the still brilliant starry sky above his head.