Klein did not continue to discuss the issue of drinks with Anderson, and walked directly back to his own room in the cabin. He needed to send his wriggling hunger above the gray fog first. At this time, it was not only his own stomach that was making a hungry sound.

Returning to the room from above the gray fog, he felt the peculiar smell of disgusting residues on his body. He planned to clean his body simply and quickly, and replace the clothes that were soiled from the battle.

At this time, I miss the washing machine very much, the great **** of steam and machinery, when will the four modernizations be realized and the great rejuvenation of the nation complete.

Klein complained indiscriminately, took out a bunch of odds and ends from his coat pocket and put them on the table, including the master key that automatically returns to the city and the quest item "Ludwell's Bloodstained Corner".

Klein moved in his heart, pulled over the chair, and sat down.

Picking up the pen and paper on the table, Klein quickly wrote down the divination statement: "The location of the owner of the blood on this piece of cloth."

In the illusory picture, first there is a big ship with black tulips showing off, then the deck is full of rotting corpses and broken bones, and finally there is the silhouette of Mohu in the captain's room where Ludwell is dealing with his wounds.

Klein opened his eyes, feeling a little happy, but he immediately thought that Ludwell might remove the connection between the blood and himself. In this case, I can still try to fortune the location of the owner of this piece of clothing, so I still have to write to him quickly. Mr. Zick, ask him to visit Grandma Wolf together when he leaves this sea area.

Hey, I'm not a bad person, I just want to help Mr. Azik get back the relics of his ancestors, what's wrong with this?

After taking care of his personal hygiene and putting on the decent coat he had cleaned before, Klein hurried to the restaurant.

After filling his stomach, Klein returned to the deck, carefully and patiently observing the surrounding environment, always paying attention to the mermaid. Anderson had said before that he had encountered a mermaid around here.

The Mirai drove smoothly for most of the day, and Klein was always on the deck as a lookout post. Suddenly, the sky darkened abruptly again.

After regaining consciousness this time, Klein found himself in an unfamiliar place again.

This is an ordinary house, but it has the TV, refrigerator and washing machine that Klein is fascinated by. The living room is generally messy, and there is a black and white family portrait of a family of three on the cabinet. It's just strange Every face is very impersonal, and the black and white of the photos stand out, which is out of tune with the color reality. The house was silent, the door to one of the three bedrooms was closed.

Klein walked directly to the room with the door closed, twisted the handle, and pushed open the door.

Klein's heart was beating rapidly for a few times, and a man with an indistinct face dressed in a strange European-style ornate robe was hanging in the air by a sturdy clothesline.

But the strange thing is that although his face is like a lake, it gives people a calm and peaceful feeling. There is no terrifying face after the death of a person who hanged himself. He seems to just float in the air and fall asleep.

Klein wanted to take a closer look, but now this vision of returning to a state of high myopia made him both nostalgic and uncomfortable.

Just as he approached, as if to see the face of the man, the hanging man suddenly opened his eyes, and his golden eyes clearly reflected a figure, with short black hair, dark brown eyes, gentle temperament, and obvious bags under the eyes.

Klein took a step back suddenly, his heart was beating wildly, and just as he was about to make a move, the entire room collapsed.

Klein found himself in the library with the huge floor-to-ceiling windows last time.

Whose dream belonged to before? Isn't she still the goddess of the night? It doesn't feel like it. Although I couldn't see the man's face clearly, but I felt that it was a male figure, that robe... wouldn't it be the dream of the lamp god!

No way... Dengshen committed suicide before crossing over? The character he's showing now doesn't look like he's going to commit suicide at all. He said he didn't remember, did he really not remember, or was he just unwilling to remember?

Klein wanted to ask Deng Shen directly for proof, but he was afraid that he would retrieve the memories that might have been sealed by himself.

He calmed down for a while, and then remembered the face reflected in his golden eyes. It was neither Gehrman nor Klein. It was Zhou Mingrui who was hiding in his heart. At that time, he was really startled, he subconsciously I just wanted to launch an attack, but the dream suddenly shattered.

Klein sighed, walked to the bookshelf, and saw the book "Inner and Outer Universe and the Real Starry Sky" again. He wanted to take it out and read it, but he suddenly saw a black cover book "Russell Notes 3".

Klein wanted to stretch out his hand subconsciously. At this moment, the words of the Dengshen sounded in his mind, and he thought that every scene here was a dream, so whose dream is this library? The answer is self-evident.

My current identity is the Fool's Roller, and the Queen of Mysteries has probably already recognized my identity. Besides, she can't do anything to me if the lamp is around. Thinking of this, Klein didn't plan to hide it any more, and stretched out his hand towards me. that diary.

Just when he opened the diary and was about to prostitute for free, the footsteps of "da, da" suddenly sounded. Klein didn't look up and took the time to browse the text.

"We meet again, Mr. Dark Emperor."

The lady's tone was soft, and there was no emotion.

"Hello, Her Excellency the Queen of Mysteries."

Klein took up Gehrman's posture, answered without any hesitation, and reluctantly moved his gaze from the diary to the lady in front of him.

With long chestnut hair, a tall figure, a beautiful face, and the color matching of clothes in the urban-rural junction, the strong contrast made Klein's eyes very unaccustomed.

"Since you have admitted your identity, did you find that the bookmark is the Dark Emperor card because of his diary?"

Bernadette's eyes were a little dark, but her expression didn't change.

"I can't answer you that question."

Klein's voice didn't change, as if he was stating the facts.

Bernadette gave people a sense of alienation from a high position for a long time. Once she stared at a person silently and intently, it would make this person feel extremely stressed.

After a long time, she spoke again:

"Have you mastered the way of interpreting the text created by Emperor Roselle?"

Klein wanted to answer "no" directly, but he was afraid that the existence of the High Sequence would be able to directly distinguish the true and false of the words. He wanted to be silent in order to answer, and felt that silence would usually be regarded as the default. He thought for a moment and replied. road:

"You can ask Admiral Star."

Bernadette looked at him with azure blue eyes for a few seconds before saying:

"You are different from her~lightnovelpub.net~ I hope you can share the interpretation with me, and I can pay for it."

Klein chuckled lightly and asked back:

"Why don't you ask the wishing lamp?"

Bernadette's tone finally changed slightly, she said with a slight sigh:

"I can't pay the price."

Oh, here is the reward, and the lamp **** is the price, and I look down on me, Mr. Fool.

Also, in her eyes, she is making a deal with a mid-sequence like me, not the mysterious master above the gray fog.

"Let me know when you need help or some other clues about the Cards of Blasphemy."

Just as Klein was about to continue implying that he was not the one who could read the diary, the night suddenly ended.

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