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Exploring a circle, Klein, who had no other discoveries, returned to the ancient palace supported by the pillar.

He sat at the top of the bronze long table, half closed his eyes, examining the contrast between his spiritual growth and the number of members that can be drawn.

"If you count the unburdened, you can still pull in four new members, but there is no target for the time being..." Klein shook his head, stopped staying, returned to the real world, and was busy for a good dinner.

Cut the potatoes, sautéed beef, sautéed onions, stir fry for a while, sprinkle with sugar, pepper and other condiments. Klein poured the prepared hot water into the saucepan, covered the lid, and adjusted the flame.

I have to say that the ability of the "magician" to manipulate the flames is a good helper for the kitchen... Since it has been, my cooking has improved significantly... If there is no loss of control, no monsters, no search, no evil spirits, everyone is committed to this. Without the application of pollution, the world is peaceful, and it is wonderful... Klein lamented, leaving the kitchen and entering the living room.

The light of the gas wall lamp spilled out, and Kline, who was planning to turn the magazine to wait for the opportunity to place potatoes and carrots, and put the right amount of salt, could not help but think about how to play the "no face" problem:

"When I wake up this morning, my spirituality has completely stabilized. I have found that the 'no-face-beauty' potion in the body has not shown signs of digestion, but it has a certain degree of fit with me. This is the former 'divination'. , 'The clown', 'Magician' pharmacy has never had a phenomenon after taking it..."

Thinking of this, Klein looked up at the convex window, because the outside world was dark, it became like a mirror, faithfully reflecting the dark brown hair, the beard with a beard and the glasses of Chrysler Moriarty image.

Klein took a thoughtful look at the bottom:

"This may be because I have been playing Klein Moretti, um... In a sense, Sherlock Moriatti is just Kline's disguise, not another person.

"Although I have received many memory fragments and have some of my original feelings, in essence, I am still a stranger to the world, and Zhou Mingrui, the strongest keyboard player on the earth.

"In the past five months, I have experienced too many things. Sometimes I even think that I am Kline Moretti."

In the midst of silence, one thought flashed through Klein’s mind, giving him a lot of insights.

However, I have always been wearing Klein Morettii's Zhou Mingrui... I have never given up my plans to go back... He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, the figure on the convex window had changed:

It is a young man with dark brown hair and short black hair. The five senses have no special features. They are still Sven, but the bags under the eyes are obvious. The chin has a double-layered precursor.

This is Zhou Mingrui from the Earth.

Long time no see... Klein sighed, raised his hands and rubbed his face.

When he put his arms down, he had already changed back to Sherlock Moriatti.

After such meditation and adjustment, he inexplicably felt that there was a lot of gap between spirituality and potion, and there were signs of a slow transition.

"It's no wonder that the teacher of the master of the secret master, Rosago, maybe a teacher, will say that you can pretend to be anyone, but you can only be yourself... this should be the core code of the 'no face' playing the law, Once you forget this, it's easy to lose yourself in the constant change and eventually become a monster.” Klein recalled that the gains from the previous psychic were awkward.

He picked up his right leg and leaned back, and quickly got a schedule for a while:

“Exploring and summarizing the specific role of ‘faceless’...

"In the extraordinary circle of Beckland, at the Tarot meeting, collect information about mermaid and prepare for the completion of the ceremony...

“Getting directly or indirectly to the ‘Sun God Officer’ potion formula, helping the small ‘Sun’ to be promoted to Sequence 7, is eligible for the removal of mental pollution from the uncontrollable person within the extraordinary characteristics.

"But I can't completely hope for the little 'sun', and I have to try to collect it myself."

Klein, whose mood gradually precipitated, snapped a finger and made the fire in the kitchen a little smaller. The smell of beef began to pervade.

It was at this time that he heard the sound of the doorbell being rattled.

The visitor is a lawyer from Jürgen.

Even if the rain is sloppy, the ground is wet and there is water, and Jürgen is still wearing a meticulous, even wearing a vertical hard collar.

"Is there anything?" Klein and the other party were quite familiar, did not do the cold, asked directly.

Jurgen put away the black umbrella and patted the waterdrops on the double-breasted long dress:

"Sherlock, I will leave Beckland next Monday and go to the South with my grandmother, where the warm environment and clean air are right for her."

"This is a very good thing." Klein took the initiative to make a reasoning and asked with a smile, "Do you want me to adopt Brodie for a short time?"

Jurgen shook his head seriously:

"My grandmother is reluctant to separate from Brodie and insist on bringing it. I asked about it. Just put it in a cage and buy a full ticket. It can also be on a steam train, but you must always pay attention to clean the cage and not contaminate it. air."

In fact, the taste in the third-class compartment is enough to overwhelm the stench of the meerkat... Klein chuckled:

"Brody should be very unwilling to go out?"

"But it is even more reluctant to my grandmother." Urgen responded.

He pressed the hat and said:

"I am here to inform you. If you need bail and legal disputes during this time, you can find my colleague. This is his business card. I have already communicated with him. He will not leave Beckland this year."

Real career, I also specifically considered this issue... However, I should not need it for the time being. I am now a "machine heart" informant. Under normal circumstances, I will not be caught in the police station... Klein smiles and smiles. I took the business card and stuffed it into my pocket.

Jurgen didn't have the idea of ​​chatting and entering the door, and immediately raised his hand:

"I have to visit other customers, Sherlock, see you tomorrow, no, see you next year."

"Then I have to say it in advance, your family is happy New Year." Klein waved with a smile.

Watching Mr. Ergen's lawyer leave the umbrella, Klein closed the door and sat back in the living room.

At this moment, in addition to the flame in the kitchen, there is no other sound in the room, quiet to Klein can hear the movement of the distant carriage.

He slowly looked around and saw the coffee table, contract, cabinet, pen, porcelain cup, dining table, chair and wall.

Regaining his gaze, Klein leaned back against the back of the sofa and looked at the gas street lights that glowed in the darkness and darkness outside the window. In the deep coldness and silence, he sighed:

"New Year..."

............

The lightning gradually calmed down and the darkness became the master of the earth.

The Silver City Discovery Team finally arrived at the destination after a long but not short trek and a sporadic battle.

With the inability of the animal skin lanterns to reach far, Dairik Berg saw a wall that was almost completely collapsed, and saw a street that was not broken but had no weeds.

On both sides of the street, the houses collapsed, and only a few were barely supported, but the surface was all mottled and filled with dust of time.

The coatings based on white and blue, which are different from the spire structure of Silver City, are also gray, making it hard to imagine what they were.

However, Dairik can use this to glimpse the city. It must have experienced a long period of time, with quite a large number of residents, and developed its own civilization in the dark ages.

Here the humans take the potion, repair the building, defend the city wall, a team of five or six, explore outside, hunt monsters, and find the resources necessary for survival.

They will celebrate in a short period of peace, worship the gods, eager to get a response, and will give birth to the next generation, so that hope can continue.

However, they eventually annihilated in the darkness, lost all their voices, leaving only one ruin.

This ruin is like a huge tomb, burying a civilization that struggles to survive but disappears.

"Demon Hunter" Colin looked around in a circle, his face was a bit condensed, just like seeing the future of Silver City.

He pointed to the front:

"Other places have been cleaned up.

"The temple is at the center of the city."

The expedition team spread slightly, but still maintained enough order and did not relax the alert around.

Passing through the ruins of one after another, I have been ruined for a long time, and after a quiet and maddening street, Dairik finally saw a wide platform that was purely artificially piled up.

Above the high platform, there is a semi-collapsed building, which is similar to the temple of Silver City. It is a stone pillar that supports the dome and arches to create a gate.

It is completely different from the style of other buildings here. It really turned out to be the "fallen creator" that was later converted... Dairik just flashed such an idea, and the four lanterns in the team were extinguished at the same time!

Between Huo Ran, the entire expedition squad fell into pure darkness, there was no lightning in the sky, the ground lost the candlelight, and the breathing of humans around it seemed to disappear.

Dairik’s body was instantly tense, and it seemed that there was a monster in the dark that stuck out his tongue and tried to lick his own scalp, but his inspiration told him that there was no actual thing.

At this time, his voice sounded awkward and helpless, fearful and dry.

That is a child whispering:

"Help me... save me..."

Dairik stayed for a while, and did not know what to do, but in the twinkling of an eye, there was a little shimmering dust in front of his eyes.

The dust blasted one after another, igniting a smear of silver and illuminating the surrounding area.

Colin stared at Dairik and sank:

"What are you thinking?"

Dairik was sober, shyly clasped his hands and reached the front of his mouth, as if he was praying.

His body immediately swayed a pretty clear light, leaving the darkness around him silent.

The other players seized the time and re-ignited the candle.

Because the "hunting monster" responded promptly, this time no team members were missing and no new members were added.

Colin looked back from Dairik and looked at the temple that collapsed in the upper half of the platform. He solemnly said:

"Now, there can be no negligence, and the alert is mentioned to the highest."