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"No. 66 Dawton Street, North District." Abner nodded slightly. He actually knew this address. In the original book, Dr. Allen took Klein to find Will Uncertain there when he was caught in bad luck. They were late, when the snake had restarted.

He asked Mr. Skard just to confirm it again, after all, the butterfly effect he fanned was no longer small, and it was normal for any changes to happen.

After returning to his room, Abner just wanted to take out the "Book of the Necronomicon" to study carefully, but a flower suddenly appeared in front of him, and he saw the boundless gray mist.

Immediately before his eyes, a picture of Derrick the Sun praying for sacrifice, and a green six-sided crystal the size of a goose was placed on the altar.

The crystallization of Qianshu Phantom? Has "Sun" changed hands? Great, now all the materials for the "Polymajor" are really gathered together!

However, I have been promoted to "Knowledge Keeper" for less than two months, and the potion has not been digested...

Thinking of this, Abner resolutely followed the pre-considered plan, bowed his head and prayed:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I hope that the crystallization of Thousand Magic Phantom will temporarily stay in your country. For this reason, I am willing to pay two pages of the "Roselle Diary", which will be presented to you at the Tarot Conference next week. "

Since Miss Fanny said that Roselle's manuscript can be obtained from Emma, ​​she should be able to hand it to me within this week...

But even if she didn't get it, it didn't matter, the big deal was to forge two more pages.

Two or three seconds later, a deep and majestic voice rang in his ears:

"can."

"Thank you sincerely, Mr. Fool." Abner's mouth curled up a little, and he tapped indiscriminately on his chest. After all, he didn't know what the "Fool" gesture was, and he couldn't draw a crimson moon.

...

On Tuesday morning, Abner put on a "clown" mask after breakfast and took the subway to the North District.

Because the Ancetin family is likely to be investigated by the night watcher in the future, Abner is useless.

Speaking of it, since the "Joker" mask can be pinched again, Abner has pinched himself a face of Tony "Iron Man" in his previous life. Of course, due to the lack of "craftsmanship", they are only 80 to 90% similar.

After arriving at the garden villa at No. 66 Dawton Street, Abner did not choose to pull the doorbell, but directly simulated "invisibility" and "opened the door" to enter the house.

Strangely enough, he went around the whole villa up and down, but he didn't see the figure in a wheelchair.

Will is not there? He doesn't want to see me? Abner frowned, then walked to the gate and used "scene backtracking."

Picture after picture flashed, Abner quickly found what he wanted from it:

I saw a maid wearing a black and white dress pushing a wheelchair out of the living room with a child under ten years old sitting in the wheelchair.

"Master, you are going to be hospitalized from today...you, you have to take care of yourself." The little maid said as she spoke, she started to cry.

"Don't cry, Sarah. Let's draw a card." There was no frustration on the child's face. Instead, he smiled and comforted the other party, then shuffled the cards skillfully and sent them to the maid.

The little maid pursed her lips, and took a piece out of it obediently.

"As for the rightful'Wheel of Destiny', it seems that you will be able to seize the opportunity to get a new job soon, and the new employer will treat you well." The little boy said with a smile.

After speaking, the little boy suddenly glanced in the direction of the door, and then pointedly said, "This upright'Wheel of Destiny' is enough, so there is no need to go to the hospital to find me."

"What?" the little maid said blankly.

"It's nothing, just saying goodbye to future friends." The little boy said with a smile.

...

"Looking back" to this point, Abner was sure that Will said the last few words to himself. He must have seen from the "destiny" that I would come here to look back, and he added a few more words like a superfluous. .

This time should be the last time before Will's "restart", and 80% is also the time when He and Ulorius fought the most intensely in a field that he didn't know yet...

So he doesn't want me to meet with him at this time?

Hey, the fight between the "Mercury Snake" is not something I can intervene now, so it is better to follow the advice...

With a secret sigh, Abner turned his attention to the interpretation of the "Wheel of Fortune" card.

The upright "Wheel of Destiny" symbolizes luck, good time, rich or precious, good at adaptability, hopeful promotion, destined meeting, love at first sight, happy marriage...

This sounds good, but does the hope for a promotion mean that my reputation as a "hero detective" has become stronger?

And the destined meeting... Does it mean me and "1-025"?

Can this be considered good luck?

Abner murmured a few words secretly, although he also knew that his guess was not reliable.

...

At the same time, in the Backlund Hospital, a tall, thin, and colder doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses was patrolling the ward.

He is the well-known surgeon Alan Kris.

Allen walked into a single ward and saw the little boy sitting on the bed playing tarot cards, his cold expression gradually softened.

He stepped forward and tried to squeeze a smile out: "Will, how do you feel today?"

The child named Will looked up at him for a while, then suddenly sighed: "Doctor, I really am not nervous about the operation."

Allen looked at the somewhat awkward child, shook his head secretly, and said: "It's not interesting for you to play tarot cards by yourself. Take me."

Hearing this, Will stopped his movements, looked at the doctor steadily, and said seriously: "Are you sure?"

Seeing that Dr. Allen nodded, Will unfolded the Tarot card in his hand and said, "You can draw one."

In order for Will to relax, Dr. Allen flipped a card cooperatively.

"It's the rebellious'wheel of fortune'."

Will looked at him and said with a pure and innocent smile:

"Doctor, your luck will get worse."

...

It was already one in the afternoon when I returned to the garden house on Kingster Street in Jowood District, because considering that Mr. Evan Bingley might visit in the afternoon, Abner did not go out again, but concentrated on studying the " "Book of Necropolis", hoping to get any clues from here.

Although there was a reminder from the Mother Earth, and a "Snake of Mercury" gave "lucky", Abner did not feel that he could "lie down and win"... and the gift of destiny has always been a bargaining chip. There is certainly no harm in making some preparations and relying less on others.

However, the afternoon passed, and Mr. Bingley did not visit again, not knowing whether something was delayed or the problem was solved.

But Abner didn’t take this matter to heart, because he had more important things to do.

——In the afternoon, Miss Fanny sent someone an invitation, inviting him to have dinner in an Intis-style restaurant.

Abner knew that the other party should have already got the "Roselle Manuscript", so he went to the appointment with pleasure.

...

At seven o'clock in the evening, in the Senna restaurant in the Hillston district.

Abner took a sip of the white wine from Massey, said to be produced by Intis, which was actually produced in the "White Eye" analysis~lightnovelpub.net~, smiling at the opposite Miss Fanny and said:

"Thank you for the hospitality, I wonder why Fanny did you find me for?"

"Can't I ask you out for a meal if I have nothing to do?" Fanny teased at first, then took out five rubbings of paper from her bag and handed it to Abner, "This is what you want. Roselleman manuscripts, Emma had only collected so many because she was only interested for a while."

Abner took the manuscript, but didn't watch it right away. After all, he didn't want to reveal that he could actually read this kind of text.

"By the way, Emma will go to the royal library to look up materials tomorrow morning. You should be able to find what you need by then... So, she asked you to meet at the Backlund University Library tomorrow night." Fanny again at this time. Added.

"Night? Backlund University Library?" Abner repeated it subconsciously. There is nothing wrong with him, but...

Why do the ladies I know like to talk about things in the middle of the night?