Mystery: The whole good living master

The palm of my hand feels cool and soft.

Klein felt the blood in his body slowly coagulating starting from his fingertips.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, so quiet that it could make one's back chill. The road from the library to the student cafeteria seemed to have suddenly become empty, with only Klein left.

Klein could even hear his own heartbeat, beating slowly and regularly like a steam hammer, and it was hitting Klein's head, making Klein dizzy.

I must be dreaming.

Klein kept saying this to himself.

This obviously worked. Within five minutes, when Klein walked to the cafeteria entrance, he began to believe that he was dreaming.

If... I am dreaming, can I do anything?

Then prove it to me! Klein!

Today's lunch is one piece of fried pork pie per person, macaroni meat sauce and vegetable soup!

If I am indeed dreaming, ask the chef to give me an extra pork pie!

Klein twitched his nose. The fried pork patties smelled so good. Klein was trying to verify whether he was dreaming, not because he wanted to eat pork patties!

……

Chef Amon, who was serving the rice, moved his ears and heard Klein's thoughts, then captured the wrong keyword: "Pork pie"

Oh, I see! Klein really wants pork pie!

……

Then Klein, who was holding the plate, got two pork patties!

Klein half-opened his mouth and silently followed Korishi to find a table with no one around and sat down.

I am really dreaming! I really have two pork pies! Are you kidding me? Koreshi doesn't even have two pork pies!

No way? Am I really dreaming?

Klein looked at the pork pie on the plate. The pork pie was probably made by frying minced pork stuffing pressed into a mold on an iron plate. A layer of oil floated on the surface of the slightly burnt, crispy shell. It might be because it was coated with egg white, so the whole thing was loose but not loose... It was placed in the middle of the bright yellow cornmeal macaroni filled with bright red meat sauce... Klein felt that it was not right to eat it, and it was not right not to eat it... But the pork pie smelled so good, even if it was a dream... Let's eat first... It would be a waste if we don't eat it!

Klein chose to lower his head and eat.

……

Mu Fange had no appetite at all. He was daydreaming and poking at the plate with his fork.

Damn it! When did...

Why did Amon steal my memory?

How much did Amon steal?

But didn’t Amon say before that my memory was polluted and I couldn’t see it?

So Amon was pretending to be me?

So what did Amon do when he pretended to be me?

Wait! Amon didn't take Klein's first blood without my knowledge, did he? This is really the Secret Night!

So what exactly is Klein's view of Korris's character?

Oh no! How am I supposed to act? I've never acted in a play before!

What is Amon thinking? He has no benefit from pretending to be me! Well, Amon doesn't need a reason to do things...

Bullshit! He must have a reason!

Did Amon find something wrong with me?

Could it be that the fact that Klein is the Lord of Mysteries' reserve has been exposed?

No! I have to kill Him... I have to kill Him! I won't be satisfied until He dies!

Mu Fange suddenly exerted force on his hands, and there was a "ding" sound, which startled Klein, who was eating happily with his head down, and Mu Fange, who was daydreaming.

Mu Fangge looked down and found that the macaroni with meat sauce had turned into macaroni sauce with meat sauce, and he almost punctured the plate.

Mu Fangge smiled awkwardly, took the spoon for the soup, lowered his head and stuffed the soup in the plate, which was so thick that it was hard to tell what it was, into his mouth.

……

The food on the plate was getting less and less. Klein drank the last mouthful of soup. Klein's IQ was back online.

If I'm dreaming... then I can do whatever I want, right? I think Koreshi will probably agree to anything I ask... Um... what do I want to do the most?

Mmmmm…I want another bowl of macaroni bolognese!

Maybe it will take a while for IQ to come online...

……

Mu Fan Ge finally took advantage of Klein's inattention and used his monocle to steal the unspeakable thing from the plate.

However, food cannot be wasted. Mu Fange decided to find time to offer this bright red macaroni sauce to the Primitive Moon, hoping that the Primitive Moon would like it.

Mu Fange, who had lost his appetite due to Amon, wiped his mouth and led Klein, who was still unsatisfied and wanted to eat another bowl, out.

……

As the cold wind blew, Klein's mind became completely clear.

It seems that there is no need to worry about what to do...

Anyway, I am dreaming, no matter what I do... the real Koreshi will never know...

Klein mustered up his courage and reached out to hold Korishi's cold hand.

Korishi's palms are smooth and delicate, and his fingers are slender and soft, with only a thin layer of calluses on the joints of his middle and index fingers, probably from holding a pen.

Klein suddenly wanted to cover his face. He had never held anyone's hand like this, whether it was a boy or a girl... This dream was so real... Whose hand was it based on? It was cold and smooth... Could it be a glass bottle?

Korish's face looked as if it had been painted with oil paint. Her usually cold white skin had now turned completely pink. She still had no expression, but her long silver eyelashes kept trembling, and her blue eyes, as clear as lake water, were rippling. Circles of golden lines seemed to be shaking under the water. The golden sunlight at noon broke into her eyes, reflecting countless surprises and disbeliefs.

Korrixi's legs couldn't bend back, as if they were frozen. His left foot tripped over his right foot, and his right foot tripped over his left foot, and he staggered forward as Klein pulled him forward.

……

This direction is obviously not the way to the library...it should be the way to the dormitory...

Mu Fange is very panicked now. He wants to knock Klein unconscious so that he can run away.

Mu Fange now hopes to run into a random classmate... a classmate who has nothing to do with Amon and who can make him cry for help...

This Klein must be fake! Must he be fake! I wouldn't be surprised if he took out a monocle from his pocket and put it on his face!

However, all the students on this path had been sent away in advance by Time Worm No. 1, so Mu Fangge was destined not to meet a single student!

The Time Worm No. 1 who had been following behind him stared at him: 3563, can you do it? Can you do it? You're just going to leave like this? You're Amon, don't you know that? Why don't you let him drag you away! Hurry up and stand up and carry Klein!

……

Mu Fange felt that he was not good enough.

Where is Amon? Where are my teammates? Where is Time Worm No. 1? Where is Ouroboros? Help me! Help me! Someone, please help me!

Without giving Mu Fange a chance to explain, Klein dragged the daring Mu Fange into the dormitory...

Mu Fan Ge sat on Klein's bed, wanting to cry but unable to. This script is wrong! Am I going to be the first Amon to be pushed down by an ordinary person? Don't be like this! Is this Klein fake?

……

Klein held Koreshi's hands with both of his own and pursed his lips in excitement.

"Um...ah...oh...I..."

Mu Fange interrupted Klein: "That..."

Klein interrupted Mu Fange: "Ah...I...you..."

Mu Fange interrupted Klein: "No...you...are not..."

Klein interrupted Mu Fange: "I...ah...um...this..."

Mu Fange interrupted Klein: "You... ah..."

Time Bug No. 1 was lying on the door and peeking. After watching for a long time, he suddenly asked with a twitching mouth: Who are these two people?

Time Worm No. 1 didn't know who he was asking.

In the end, Klein covered Mu Fange's mouth while panting: "I...I, I, I...I like you!"

Mu Fange glared at Klein and pried his hands apart: "I know! But aren't you moving too fast?"

Klein's face suddenly turned pale, and his voice trembled. He seemed to be talking to himself, or asking someone who didn't exist: "Am I dreaming?"

Mu Fange blinked, said "ah", and then said "what".

Klein's fingers tightly grasped the quilt that was casually spread on the head of the bed. The force was so strong that his knuckles turned white. Klein uttered a low question from his throat: "Am I not dreaming?"

Mu Fange was almost frightened to tears, and he also grabbed the quilt tightly: "I don't know! What a dream!"

Klein gasped for breath, his elbows resting on his knees. His eyes were lifeless as he stared blankly at his toes. “I… I am not dreaming?”

It's over! It's over! It's all over!

My eternal fame!

So I skipped all the steps and got Corishi on the bed in one day without her even knowing who I was?

Wow! I'm dying! I'm dying!

Help! Someone save me!

You can only save yourself!

Klein looked around and saw a book nearby. He picked it up and hit himself on the head with it. Then he rolled his eyes and leaned back, pretending to be knocked unconscious.

The No. 1 Time Bug who was peeping outside the door also lay down on the ground: It's over, this couple ends here! There is no future! The CP I supported is gone!

……

All this development was so unexpected that Mu Fan Ge still hadn't reacted. Mu Fan Ge looked around with his mouth open, why did they all lie down!

"Fa...what happened?"

Mu Fange stood up by holding the railing of the upper bunk, and looked through the peephole on the door. He saw Time Bug No. 1 lying on the ground and acting like a spoiled child.

"Amon."

"It's Amon..."

"Oh... I understand..."

Mu Fan Ge silently straightened up Klein, who was pretending to faint, rolled him up in a quilt and threw him on the bed. He looked around, and finally picked up a fruit knife on the table, tiptoed out, and closed the door.

Mu Fange had a blank expression on his face. He raised his hand and erected a spiritual wall.

Time Bug No. 1 narrowed his eyes, spotted the fruit knife in Mu Fange's hand, then decisively turned over and stood up and ran out. Mu Fange didn't even think about it and started chasing after him.

"Come here and die!"

"Help!"

"Don't run away if you dare!"

"I have your seed!"

"Get out of here!"

"it is good!"

"Don't run!"

"Help!"

"I won't hit you! Come here!"

"Who believes it?"

"Come here!"

"I'm helping you! Helping you!"

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you! Fuck you!"

"Where's the real one? Where's Adam? Where's Amon? Someone come and save me! Save me!"

Time Worm No. 1 kept gaining distance, while Mu Fange kept opening doors and chased him all the way to the God-Forsaken Land.

Amon No. 1, who was wearing a pointed hat, a monocle, and had orange curly hair, screamed all the way into the Bone Church and threw himself into the arms of the real Amon, who was also wearing a pointed hat, a monocle, but had black curly hair.

"What are you doing?"

"Help!"

"What!?"

"What did you do? Who did you offend? Don't put the blame on me! I've told you so many times! Can you please not let your clone's actions affect your original body?"

A light door suddenly appeared on the wall next to him, and Amon No. 3563, wearing Korishi's clothes, rushed in screaming, holding a fruit knife, and chopped at Amon when he saw him.

The original Mon was holding Amon No. 1 and running around the church to avoid the crazy Time Worm No. 3563.

Adam was left in the air with his eyes wide open, watching a Sequence One hugging another Sequence One and being chased by a Sequence Four holding a fruit knife.

Is this Amon a fake, or is Sequence One a fake? You are not all fake, are you?

Adam: I've never been so shocked in my life.