Mystery: The Stars Returner

Late at night, 39 Burklund Street, Congressman Macht's home.

Hazel got up from the bed, using her night vision ability to put on clothes that would facilitate movement.

She climbed down from the balcony of her bedroom, carefully avoiding the bodyguards at home, and sneaked out of the garden all the way to the middle of Berklund Street. She skillfully removed the manhole cover, climbed in, and closed the manhole cover from the inside. .

"Teacher, teacher, are you still there?"

In the dark sewer, Hazel's soft shout echoed.

After a while, a pair of red eyes appeared from the darkness, and then its body appeared in front of Hazel.

This is a red-eyed mouse. It doesn't look very good at the moment. It's trembling all over, as if it's fighting against some force.

"Teacher, are you okay?"

Hazel looked at the mouse in front of her worriedly and affectionately called it teacher.

"My situation is getting worse and worse. The environment here is too suitable for rats to survive. If I continue to stay here, sooner or later I will turn into a real rat and completely lose my mind."

"Teacher, you can follow me back home first, and then find a place to hide. I can also take care of you from time to time."

"Okay, it's just that I can't maintain my sanity all the time. When I'm about to lose my mind, remember to remind me."

"Okay, teacher."

Hazel stretched out her hand to open the pocket of her clothes and motioned for her teacher to go inside first and stay for a while.

"You don't have a cat at home, right?"

"No."

"That's good."

Soon, the manhole cover of the sewer was lifted again. Hazel carefully observed the surrounding situation. When she saw that there was nothing abnormal, she climbed out of the sewer.

After putting the manhole cover back on, she returned to her home along the same path.

Also on Berklund Street, Klein stood at the bedroom window on the second floor, taking in Hazel's every move.

Such an elegant and beautiful lady actually likes to enter the sewers late at night, and she is very skilled at it, as if she is hiding some secret.

However, he didn't expose the other party, he just lamented that Backlund's night was really lively.

the next day.

At dawn, Klein finished washing, went downstairs, had breakfast, and then took a carriage out with a cane inlaid with gold.

Ever since Hastur reminded him that Amon would come to Backlund in the near future at the last party, he rarely went out.

It had been a while since he attended prayers at St. Samuel's Church. If this continued, the bishop there would doubt his belief in the goddess.

In the prayer hall, he met Leonard again, and he couldn't help but wonder, what happened to Leonard again?

After the prayer, Leonard left in a hurry, looking disturbed.

If I tell him again that Amon is coming to Backlund in the near future, it will probably scare him again, right?

Well, let's talk to him tonight, as Will seems to be in a good mood recently.

Late at night, Leonard was sleeping at home, and suddenly he had another dream.

This time it was not the familiar sea, but in Backlund. In the big square in front of St. Samuel's Church, Klein finally appeared in his dream in his complete form.

Not easy.

Leonard was moved to tears. He kept dreaming about Klein's mutilated and terrifying appearance, which almost made him forget what Klein really looked like.

"Tell me, this time you came to me in a dream. Do you need my help for anything else?"

Leonard was already familiar with the process and directly interrupted what Klein was about to say in order to save some time to sleep.

He was not a fool. After several dreams and the old man's guidance, he had already guessed that Klein was not dead yet, but was just hiding.

After all, it is impossible for the dead to keep giving him dreams, because he is the requiem master of the path of the goddess of the night.

Klein suppressed the smile on his lips and said in a calm tone: "I'm here to thank you for taking care of Benson and Melissa."

"This is what I should do. If you really want to thank me, just stop dreaming a little bit."

"A warning."

"What warning?"

"The blasphemer Amon is coming to Backlund soon." After Klein finished speaking, he added: "When leaving the dream, try not to mention Amon's name in reality."

"I think I've heard of this name."

"I wish you could avoid Him."

Klein didn't stay too long. He just wanted to use the dream to remind Leonard. To be precise, he wanted to tell the news to the old man in his body.

As an angel in the path of thieves, he is definitely no stranger to the blasphemer Amon. The two of them are mortal enemies.

Klein didn't want Leonard to be involved in danger because of this.

After the dream ended, Leonard informed the old man of the news in his heart.

"Amon is actually coming to Backlund!"

"Old man, I have never seen you so panicked."

"Haha, how many people can stay calm in front of Amon." The old man seemed to be laughing at himself, "He is the enemy I have always told you, and it is He who forces me to stay in your home in this way. in vivo."

"I wonder why this name seems familiar!" Leonard was also shocked and quickly asked the old man what to do next.

"You try to stay inside St. Samuel's Church during this time."

"Is this useful?"

"He will not come near the church of night."

"it is good."

Leonard nodded with a heavy face.

……

"Meow?"

"Wang?"

"Meow."

"Wang."

"Meow!"

"Wang?"

Late at night, under the bright starry sky, there was a unique confrontation.

A black cat with blue eyes and a big golden retriever dog.

Azshara was still standing on the canopy of the beech tree, and Susie was still lying by the window in Audrey's bedroom.

Different from last time, Audrey slept very lightly tonight and woke up when she heard any movement.

When she saw Susie chatting with Azshara outside the window, she couldn't hide her curiosity. When did the relationship between Azshara and Susie become so good?

Have they become friends?

That's great.

Audrey just watched quietly without disturbing her. Although she couldn't understand the cordial conversation between Azshara and Susie, she thought they were saying hello to each other and chatting.

No, this is not good at all!

If Azshara heard Audrey's inner thoughts, she would definitely jump up and object.

It has been here three nights in a row, but the big golden retriever dog refuses to come out of the room.

Hey, you have the ability to steal the owner, but now you don’t have the ability to open the window?

Despise it!

Azshara's eyes were full of disdain, and she hummed a few times. Just as she was about to go home as a winner, there was a creak, Audrey's bedroom window opened, and Susie jumped out.

Oh, are you finally willing to come out?

Azshara's eyes gradually became serious, and she leaned down slightly, condescendingly, as if she was ready to attack at any time.

But Susie under the beech tree just waggled her tail and raised her head to look at it curiously.

Azshara, who decided to teach Susie a lesson, waved her little paw twice, and several ice picks fell from the sky and pierced Susie's feet.

This comes from the witch's extraordinary ability to control ice.

"Wang?"

Susie just moved her body slightly to dodge, and easily avoided the ice picks from the tree canopy, and even happily played it as a dodge game.

Seeing this scene, Azshara was just about to give Susie a little more color, when the patrolling guard heard the movement and came over again holding a lantern.

"Meow!"

Azshara gave Susie a challenge tomorrow night, crossed the tree crown, and disappeared into the night.

Susie also returned to Audrey's bedroom through the window, and thoughtfully closed the window again.

"Susie, what did you and Azshara just say?" Audrey put her hands on the quilt and asked curiously.

Susie wagged her tail and said, "It said it would come again tomorrow night."

Berklund Street, on the rooftops of the street, Azshara is returning gracefully under the night.

When it arrived at Representative Macht's house on No. 39, it saw a girl with dark green hair and gray-brown eyes chatting with a mouse on the balcony of the second floor from a long distance away.

Azshara curiously stood on the roof, looking down at the mouse.

The palm-sized black-furred rat is quite fat, with shiny black fur, pointed and short claws, and a thin and long tail. At first glance, it looks like a rat from the sewer.

When it went out late at night, every time it encountered one, it would smash their skulls with one paw.

After all, cats and mice have always been natural enemies. A cat that cannot catch mice is as clumsy as a human being who cannot swim.

Azshara wanted to go up and slap it to pieces, her eyes gradually sharpened, revealing a ferocious gaze that wanted to hunt.

But seeing that it had an owner, Azshara still didn't take action and left silently from the roof.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

On the balcony, Hazel looked anxiously at the shivering teacher in front of her, making pitiful chirping sounds, her eyes filled with the fear of encountering a natural enemy.

……

In the early morning, the sun has not fully risen yet, and only a corner of the mountain is visible. This is when the gray fog in Backlund is the most intense.

"Ding-a-ling, jingle-a-ling."

On the street, the crisp sound of bicycles seems to wake up people who are still sleeping.

A bicycle came from nowhere, carrying a young man wearing a monocle with a smile on his face. He carried a small gray bag on his right shoulder, hanging down to his waist. It was filled with the contents of the newspaper that had just left the office today. Fresh newspapers are walking through the streets, shouting to sell newspapers.