Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

Here, Olivia, who had been floating on the violent sea, was a little irritated.

She took out the magic lamp and rubbed it. After a while, a puff of smoke came out of the magic lamp.

"What's wrong, Olivia, did you find the blasphemy?"

The genie didn't know what happened at this time, and looked at Olivia with a smug look on his face.

"Hehe!"

"How dare you say that? I have been wandering in the violent sea for a long time, and I haven't even seen the shadow of the blasphemy card of the god of death."

Olivia looked at the magic lamp with some annoyance, as if she was looking at a liar.

"How is this possible? I am the genie!"

"How could there be a problem."

The magic lamp looked unbelieving, but under this look, there was a hint of cunning, but Olivia didn't realize it now.

"Is there no reaction to the violent sea?"

The movement of the violent sea?

Is the difficulty the same as the previous riot?

"Yes, what does it have to do with it."

Olivia looked indifferent, as if asking what this had to do with the blasphemy card.

"Go to the center of the riot of the violent sea, and you can find the blasphemous card of the god of death there."

The lamp god looked regretful, as if Olivia had missed a great bargain.

However, if what the old lamp god said was right, then Olivia really missed a great bargain.

"What should I do now? If I go there again, will the violent sea be violent again?"

Olivia asked with a glimmer of luck.

The lamp god did not answer but stared at Olivia. Well, seeing the lamp god's expression, she knew it was impossible.

After all, she also knew that some opportunities were released as soon as they appeared, and there would be no second chance.

It seems that she is really not the protagonist. If she was the protagonist, she would probably have broken in at that time, and then she would have a life-and-death drama, and then return with a full load. Maybe her strength could still be further improved!

It's a pity that this is a mysterious world, not a cool world. I'm afraid that even if Klein, the protagonist, came, he would not have rushed in so rashly, right?

But it's too late to say anything now. It seems that I can only ask the lamp god again.

Olivia turned her eyes and looked at the lamp god. With a hint of flattery on her face, she said:

"Master, can you help me again?"

"Sure!"

The lamp promised, but with a hint of cunning on her face,

"But you have to make another wish."

How can it be possible to make another wish? It's obviously the lamp god himself who didn't figure it out. Now he wants to trick me into making a wish. How can it be so beautiful?

Yes, it's the fault of the lamp god!

Olivia grasped a key point and pointed at the lamp god and said:

"You didn't explain it clearly. This is all your problem. Now you have to help me realize the first wish perfectly."

"That's not impossible!"

The lamp god said with a look of conspiracy:

"But I have a small request?"

A small request?

Olivia looked at the lamp god with a face full of trepidation.

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After playing Zhou Mingrui, Klein sighed, raised his hands, and rubbed his face.

When he lowered his arms, he had already turned back into Sherlock Moriarty.

After such contemplation and adjustment, he inexplicably felt that there were fewer barriers between spirituality and potion, and there were signs of a slow fusion.

"No wonder the teacher of the 'Master of Secret Dolls' Rosago, or perhaps the teacher, said that you can pretend to be anyone, but you can only be yourself...

This should be the core rule of the 'Faceless Man' role-playing method. Once you forget this, it is easy to lose yourself in the constant changes and eventually become a monster." Klein recalled what he had gained from the previous spiritual communication and suddenly realized something.

He crossed his right leg, leaned back, and quickly made plans for the next period of time:

"Explore and summarize the specific rules for playing the 'Faceless Man'...

"In Backlund's Beyonder circle, at the Tarot Club, collect information about mermaids, and prepare for the sea to complete the ceremony...

"Directly or indirectly obtain the 'Sun Priest' potion formula, help the little 'Sun' to be promoted to Sequence 7, and be eligible to obtain a method to remove the mental pollution of the out-of-control Beyonder characteristics.

"But you can't put all your hopes on the little 'Sun', you have to try to collect it yourself."

Klein, whose mood gradually settled, snapped his fingers, making the fire in the kitchen smaller, and the aroma of beef began to spread.

Just at this moment, he heard the doorbell ring.

The visitor was lawyer Jurgen.

Even though it was drizzling and the ground was wet, Jurgen was still dressed meticulously, even wearing a vertical stiff collar.

"What's the matter? "Klein was already quite familiar with the other party, so he asked directly without any greetings.

Jurgen put away his black umbrella, patted the water droplets on his double-breasted long coat and said:

"Sherlock, I will leave Backlund next Monday and go to the south for vacation with my grandmother. The warm environment and clean air there are very suitable for her."

"This is a very good thing." Klein took the initiative to make a deduction and asked with a smile, "Do you want me to adopt Brody temporarily?"

Jurgen shook his head seriously:

"My grandma couldn't bear to be separated from Brody and insisted on taking him with her. I asked about it. As long as I put it in the cage and buy a full ticket, he can also go on the steam train, but he must always pay attention to cleaning the cage and not contaminating it. of air.”

In fact, the smell in the third-class carriage is enough to overpower the stench of cat feces... Klein chuckled:

"Brody must be very reluctant to go out, right?"

"But it misses my grandma even more." Jurgen responded.

He pressed his hat and said:

"I'm here to inform you that if you need to be released on bail or deal with legal disputes during this period, you can contact my colleague. This is his business card. I have communicated with him that he will not leave Backlund this year."

You're so professional. You even thought about this issue... However, I shouldn't need it for the time being. I am now an informant for the "Heart of Machinery" and will not be taken to the police station under normal circumstances... Klein smiled and thanked, He took the business card and stuffed it into his pocket.

Jurgen had no intention of chatting or entering the door. He immediately raised his hand and said:

"I have to visit other clients, Sherlock. See you tomorrow, no, next year."

"Then I must say in advance, Happy New Year to your family." Klein smiled and waved.

After watching lawyer Jurgen leave under his umbrella, Klein closed the door and sat back in the living room.

At this moment, except for the flames licking the bottom of the pot in the kitchen, there was no other sound in the room. It was so quiet that Klein could hear the sound of a carriage driving in the distance.

He looked around slowly and saw the coffee table, contracts, cabinets, pens, porcelain cups, dining tables, chairs and walls.

Withdrawing his gaze, Klein leaned back on the sofa and looked out the window at the dark night and the gas street lamps that glowed brightly in the dark night. In the deep coldness and silence, he sighed:

"New Year..."