Mystery: Chaos Path

The Magician, Fors, was delighted, but the Fool, Klein, who was the person involved, wished he could dig out a three-bedroom apartment on the spot.

As the controller of the gray fog, the Fool, Klein, could of course know what was on the paper that Lorraine handed to the Magician, Fors, and that was why he recognized almost immediately that the great detective on it was modeled after him.

As for the doll girl... Could it be Miss Sharon?

The Fool, Klein, guessed in his heart, only feeling embarrassed and socially awkward. He didn't understand what Jack was trying to do, and he couldn't ask in front of the Tarot Club members, so he could only endure until the end of this Tarot Gathering.

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After leaving the gray fog, Klein almost immediately left the room and knocked on the door of Lorraine's room. After Lorraine opened the door, he asked helplessly and suspiciously, "What's the matter with the book you asked Miss Magician to customize?"

Lorraine blinked, without changing his expression, and said, "I'm just tired of reading existing romance novels, so I'm asking someone to produce some new content for myself."

"Stop pretending! You know what I'm asking." Klein looked at Lorraine unhappily and said, "That great detective is me, right?"

"There is a saying that art comes from life, so it's normal to use people around you as story prototypes. It's definitely not because I want to see you make a fool of yourself," Lorraine said plausibly.

Klein: ...

Damn it! You already said it!

"I knew there was a problem with you wanting to actively bring Miss Magician into the club..." Klein sighed, feeling that he had relaxed his vigilance. He then thought of something and looked at Lorraine, saying helplessly:

"Jack, it's okay if you want to see me make a fool of myself, but this matter also involves Miss Sharon. It's not good to arrange her like this, is it?"

"But Sharon has already agreed!" Lorraine spread his hands, and as if he had expected it, he took out a "Letter of Authorization" from his arms, the content of which was Sharon's authorization for "Jack Jones" to use her image to invite others to engage in literary creation.

Klein was stunned for a moment, took the "Letter of Authorization" and read it carefully several times before saying in disbelief, "Why would Sharon agree to give you authorization?"

"Of course, I exchanged it with her for stories!" Lorraine said as a matter of course, "I exchanged ten stories with Sharon for the authorization, so the only victim in this matter is actually you."

Speaking of this, Lorraine paused, looked at Klein seriously, and said, "But we have such a good relationship, you will definitely forgive me, right?"

Klein: ...

At this moment, Klein didn't know what to say. He looked at Lorraine and sighed helplessly, "If I don't forgive you, can I kill you?"

"That's great!" Lorraine seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and raised his hand to pat his chest, then smiled and said, "Then Klein, you certainly wouldn't mind me commissioning someone else to write your gender-bent version falling in love with a witch, right?"

A question mark popped up on Klein's head.

"Huh?" It's hard to say whether Klein was amused or angry at this moment. He lowered his head and glanced at his fist, suddenly feeling that he couldn't let his fist be just for show.

So, a few minutes later—

Little Amon, who was originally sulking on the sofa in the living room, suddenly heard a lot of noise coming from the second floor, accompanied by a familiar voice:

"Don't run! Today I will let you know what a friendship-breaking fist is!"

"Klein, we are the best of friends... Ouch!"

"Heh, sorry, the Klein you knew is already dead. The one in front of you now is Niohuru Klein."

"Wait, what's with the noise? Who's playing the record?"

A flurry of activity accompanied by inexplicable music made Little Amon couldn't help but turn his head to look at the second floor, only to see Jack Jones sliding down the handrail of the stairs, with Klein behind him, raising his fist and gnashing his teeth.

What's going on?

Little Amon was a little puzzled, but looking at this scene, he felt inexplicably excited. It seemed that a restless instinct was surging in his body, making him almost subconsciously mutter, "Fight! Fight!"

This made Medici, who was adjusting the record player next to him, glance at him, shake his head, and sarcastically say, "It's true that it's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature."

Even though he had lost his memory and his mind had regressed to a child, his instinct to watch the fun and find pleasure was still there.

At this moment, Lorraine sneaked behind him, using him as a shield, while sticking his head out and saying to Klein, who had stopped:

"If you are not satisfied with the witch, I can also change it to a hunter."

Klein was really amused, and for a moment he didn't know whether Jack was doing it on purpose or really didn't realize what he was angry about, and said with a fake smile, "Why don't you write your own gender-bent fanfiction?"

"I can write it!" Unexpectedly, Lorraine nodded without any integrity.

Although gender-bending is definitely not possible, it is well known that Nyarlathotep's incarnations include Nyaruko, so it can be rounded up that he writes Nyaruko as his own gender-bent fanfiction, no problem.

Klein was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting to get such an answer.

He hesitated, and Lorraine straightened up, righteously saying, "Klein, you can't do this. If you can't even accept gender-bent fanfiction, how will you digest the Faceless Man potion in the future?"

"Are you saying that to digest the Faceless Man potion, I have to cross-dress?" Klein looked at him expressionlessly.

Lorraine blinked and looked at him, saying, "That's hard to say."

Without a single mistake, one first, one hair, one inside, one capacity, one in, one by one to see!

Klein: ...

Huh?

For a moment, Klein couldn't tell whether Jack was telling the truth or just talking nonsense.

"Are you two very idle?" Medici really couldn't stand these two guys messing around here, and said unhappily, "If you are very idle, you might as well clean up. How many things did you just knock over? Do you need me to remind you?"

In an instant, a powerful male mother aura appeared on Medici, that was the aura only belonging to a "mother" who was busy every day, busy inside and out, taking care of the family's diet and daily life.

Klein immediately picked up the broom next to him with some guilt and said, "I'll clean up right away."

Lorraine also walked out from behind Medici with a訕笑, rarely feeling guilty, and said, "I'll go help."

So, the two people who had just turned the house upside down went to clean up the mess in the blink of an eye.

"Tsk!" Medici curled his lips and saw Little Amon looking at him with bright eyes, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and say, "What are you looking at?"

"Little Red Mommy, you are so amazing!" Little Amon's expression was slightly admiring.

It has to be said that the worship from Little Amon still made Medici feel a little comfortable, but the other party's title made him frown, saying, "No, who taught you this title?"

"Brother Jack taught me. He said you are the man who can become the mother of this family," Little Amon didn't mean to hide it, and replied.

"Heh!" Facing this expected answer, Medici smiled meaningfully. He suddenly looked at Little Amon, hooked his lips and said, "Little Amon, do you want to be like me?"