You call this the mastermind?

There were some dead leaves above the dense forest, which blocked the outside weather, causing the falling snowflakes to fall in the forest in scattered patterns. Under the light from an unknown source, there was a kind of cold and quiet beauty.

Two women in ill-fitting black wizard robes stood in front of the shack, one in front and one behind, looking at Mellen with vigilance and curiosity, and did not speak for a while.

Mellen, who was standing at the edge of the open space, was also observing them.

Then he found that these two were really special.

They looked very delicate, even perfect without any flaws.

They were about the same height and image, with beautiful long silver hair, which was as pure as snow when draped over the black robe.

Especially obvious was their purple eyes, which were bright and clear, very rare, and flashed when they blinked, like the most magnificent and precious gems in the world.

But the most noticeable thing was that these two looked like they were carved out of the same mold. Just looking at this aspect, it was impossible to tell who was who, like a pair of twin sisters.

But after staring at them for a while, Melen realized the difference between the two.

The one standing in front stared at Melen with sharp eyes full of hostility, and was ready to take action as long as Melen made any unusual moves.

The one hiding behind her looked quite shy, and when she looked at Melen, she was obviously very curious.

It was as if the elder sister was standing in front and the younger sister was hiding behind.

However, no matter what the attitude was, there was one situation that Melen could hardly ignore.

That is, they seemed to have nothing to wear except a black robe that was tightly wrapped around their bodies because it didn't fit.

"Are you imitating the clothes I'm wearing?"

After staring at each other for a long time, seeing that the two of them didn't speak, Melen finally couldn't help but speak.

However, after the words fell, a clear voice imitated his tone and repeated: "You, are you imitating the clothes I wear?"

This was said by the one hiding behind the sister. At this time, her head popped out from behind her sister's shoulder, blinking and staring at Melen, with more and more curiosity.

Melen thought about it and said, "Are you an idiot?"

"Are you an idiot?" The other party repeated curiously.

"I'm a fool."

"I'm a fool."

"...Where is this?"

"Where is this?"

No matter what Melen said, the other party just knew to repeat, without any other response.

Melen sighed, took a step forward, and considered checking the shack behind them.

As a result, as soon as he moved here, the vigilance on the face of the "sister" in front of him suddenly became stronger, and the area around the clenched fist on the side of her body also became twisted inexplicably, making Melen feel a strong sense of danger in an instant.

So he retreated to his original position.

The sense of danger disappeared.

It seemed like a warning.

Melen therefore did not dare to move rashly.

But if he could not go over to check, then staying here and watching the other party's parrot-like appearance would certainly feel interesting, but there would be no gain.

So he looked at his sister, who seemed to be more communicative than his sister, and turned to leave the area.

In fact, he could try to "brush up his favorability" and wait until he got familiar with them before going over to explore.

However, this place seemed to be very large, and Melen thought it was unnecessary to stick to the weird sisters.

He was ready to continue exploring the surroundings.

But unfortunately, this choice did not yield any results. Until Melen felt a wave of fatigue, he did not find anything more special here except the pair of sisters.

When he was exhausted to the limit, Melen felt a trance, and then opened his eyes again, and he was actually back in the sarcophagus.

The skeleton in front of him was close at hand, and the angular facial bones were white and warm like jade. Although it represented the image of death, it gave people a wonderful sense of beauty, without any horror.

"Is that your conscious world?"

Melen could not help asking. Unfortunately, there was no response. Apart from feeling an inexplicable shyness, the skeleton was no different from a normal dead object.

In addition, fatigue did not disappear after leaving that place.

So Melen had no intention of staying here for a while. As soon as he thought about it, his mind fell into darkness.

When he woke up again, he had returned to Base No. 2.

"This series of encounters is getting weirder and weirder."

Recalling the scenes of his previous experience, Melen muttered secretly.

He suspected that the skeleton was one of the two female savages, or the two female savages represented the two personalities of the skeleton, or the subconscious and superficial personalities, anyway, it was related to the skeleton.

But he couldn't figure out what the specific connection was.

And judging from the situation, the two female savages seemed as simple as two blank sheets of paper. Let alone talking, they might not have the consciousness of wearing clothes before meeting Melen.

Even if they put on clothes according to the appearance later, it was also a donkey's lips and horses, and many places were very abrupt and did not fit.

In this way, he had no way of getting the answers he wanted from them.

Is the world where the skeleton is located the future?

"Maybe I should go to the town where the sarcophagus is located in reality?"

This thought flashed through Melen's mind.

The town is located on the other side of the world, extremely far away, and because it is a colony, it is actually not safe.

But this is actually nothing to him.

Distance is not a problem either, because there is a teleportation room in the heir's suitcase space, through which Melen can reach the destination in an instant.

It just takes a lot of energy...

He was tempted for a moment, but Melen didn't think about it carefully, because the fatigue did not disappear because he left the spiritual communication, but always lingered in his mind, making him look dazed and drowsy.

So Melen returned to the bedroom, and fell asleep without thinking carefully.

When he opened his eyes again, it was another day.

The morning scene outside the window was fresh, and the bedroom was very quiet. There was no one except Melen.

However, the hot breakfast on the table outside silently told him that someone had come back before.

At the same time, in the laboratory, new spiritual potions were also prepared.

I don't know when Juliana came back.

I took out the Book of Secret Languages ​​and sent her a message, but there was no response. It seemed that she was still angry with Melen.

Mrs. Chelsea left him two messages last night.

"Juliana's illegitimate daughter has been known by the Felix family. To avoid trouble, I told Gray that the illegitimate daughter had been killed by me."

"Kevin's incident the night before yesterday was a little special. You should pay more attention to it."

Special?

Meren raised his eyebrows when he saw this.

The beaten and seriously injured Lambert was indeed very special. Not only did he claim to have an affair with Kevin, but his injuries also recovered in a rather strange way.

But in general, this matter has been limited to trivial matters so far.

Relatively speaking, Mellen actually cares more about what happened to him last night.

So after thinking about it, he wrote in the Secret Book: "Silver hair and purple eyes, are there many people with this feature?"

After this inquiry, the other party did not respond for a while, but then another friend in the book seemed to contact him eagerly.

"What did you find?"

This is the Holy Spirit.