Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 15 Trying to Sell Again
Philip did not speak, but just stared at the ordinary black-haired boy in front of him, and finally closed his eyes and nodded, "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Klein's expression was slightly complicated, but there was no doubt in his eyes, as if he had expected the gaze just now. He turned around and walked towards the street, his fingers unconsciously reaching into his pockets.

That was his salary advance.
Seeing Klein leave, Philip stroked his forehead and sighed: "Ah~"

It seems that this sense of familiarity is not an illusion, and the other party also feels it, but it is probably because of reasons that cannot be said casually, which leads to neither of them daring to be the first to break the window paper.

For example, a time traveler, or something else.

Forget it, the days are long.

"What's going on with Klein is true, but what's going on with Mr. Neil?" Philip touched his chin, recalling the disgusting feeling just now with some confusion.

If you really have a question, asking directly would be dangerous. It would be better to wait until you become a Beyonder and avoid being killed by a sudden attack before asking.

He gathered his thoughts and walked into the Blackthorn Security Company behind him, ready to spend the last moments before the end of this first day of work with the "Northern Continent Customs Assessment Guide" in his hand.

At night, when everything was quiet, the dull sound of a key turning the door lock was heard.

As the heavy door was pushed open, Philip walked into the empty and quiet house in a trance and confusion.

He sat on the sofa and started to daydream. In the bag he had just put down was the lamb, peas and potatoes he bought at the market. He spent only ten and a quarter pennies in total, of course, this was based on the fact that the quality of the food was not that good.

Because of his old habit, Philip just ate dry black bread in the morning and didn't even remember to go to the market early to buy fresh vegetables.

It was not until I was halfway in the carriage after get off work that I remembered that there was no advanced preservation technology in this era. Obviously, it was too late.

As night gradually fell, the crimson moonlight shone through the window onto the table, contrasting with the light of the gas lamp and illuminating the simple and unpretentious mutton soup.

Peas and chopped potatoes are soaked in the soup together with the lamb. The steaming milky soup is very appetizing.

It would be even better if there were chopsticks. Philip looked at the fork and spoon, shook his head and smiled, and finished his dinner without arguing with reality.

After doing all this, he turned off the lights in the restaurant, went up the stairs, walked to the room he had chosen, turned on the light at the desk, picked up paper and pen, and began to write.

The basic common sense of Beyonders that Klein required was no problem for Philip. He could even expand on it. This wasn't just out of kindness, but also to gain the other party's trust.

He accepted the outrageous thing of time travel, but not completely.

Philip has adapted to his current life, but that doesn't mean he's willing to be ignorant of the truth behind time travel. If Klein is really a time traveler, then the two of them might be able to discover something by exchanging information with each other.

Even if it isn't, figuring out where that inexplicable sense of familiarity comes from is also a gain.

The light shone warmly and steadily. Philip stopped writing after writing the last words, looked through it himself, and after finding that there was nothing missing, he prepared to read.

However, at this moment, he suddenly thought of something, his eyes fell on the last few blank lines of the paper, and some ideas emerged in his mind.

“It would be a waste if I didn’t write it.”

Philip whispered something, then lightly stroked the pen, adding some strength to the last few lines, and wrote a few lines that would not be ignored:
"If you're interested in becoming a Beyonder but haven't had the opportunity to accumulate merit, I can provide you with two Sequence 9 formulas."

"One is 198 pounds, the other is 176 pounds." "Klein, trust me, compared to all other channels, there's no cheaper than this."

After writing this, Philip picked up the paper, turned it back, and looked at the blank space.

"Forget it, I've already written it, so I'll write some more."

The next day.

"Good morning, Lawrence."

"Well, good morning." In front of the Blackthorn Security Company, Philip looked at Klein who greeted him and asked with some confusion, "Why are you standing here? Why don't you go in first?"

"Well, my job is a little special."

Klein seemed a little embarrassed, but there was no need to hide this from his colleagues, so he told them the task Dunn had assigned to him. To put it simply, it was a "paid walk."

As for the matter regarding Antigonus's notes, since he was only a civil servant, Klein didn't dare to speak casually, lest it cause any negative consequences.

Damn, I want it too.
Philip was a little envious, but he didn't understand the whole picture and didn't comment any further. He took out a piece of white paper from the reading material he brought out from the bookshelf in the room this morning to pass the time and handed it to the other party.

Klein took it, folded it twice, and put it in his pocket, then thanked him sincerely.

After watching the other party go away, Philip suppressed the entanglement in his heart and entered the security company.

"Good morning, Roxanne."

The brown-haired girl, who was reading a magazine with a smile on her face, stood up reflexively with her hands on the table. Then she reacted and complained while holding her chest.

“Lawrence, why can’t I hear you walking or opening the door?!”

Because I'm a "prisoner." Holding your breath, keeping quiet, and walking silently are simple criminal techniques. They're easy to use against ordinary people. Philip sat on the sofa and waved his hand.
"My situation is a little special, you probably don't want to know, trust me."

"Hmm." Luo Shan was speechless for a moment. After a long while, she blinked and said suddenly, "Oh, by the way, the captain said that you can go find him today because 'that matter' has come to a conclusion."

The results are out, so soon?

Philip was surprised at first, and then a little worried. This meant that the application he submitted was very likely to have been rejected. If so, then he would have a headache.

In order to gain trust, he had explained all the information except the time travel, the shadow world that he himself did not know the details of and could not enter for the time being, and Mr. Fool's Tarot Club.

However, Sequence 9 materials should be acceptable, as they don't involve curses. If they are rejected, then it will be really difficult.
Philip nodded and, according to Roshan's words, went to an office in the corridor.

"Captain, good morning, that result"

Because of the weather and the stuffy heat inside, Dunn didn't take off his windbreaker and hat to the coat rack. At this moment, he was wearing a white shirt and a black vest, sitting on a chair, and his tone was emotionless:

"Lawrence, you're lucky. No, that's not the right word. The response from the Holy Temple was incredibly fast. The answer is 'approved.' I've already given the materials to Old Neil. I'll write you a document now."

(End of this chapter)