Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 29 Digestion Completed
"Philip, there's a catch."

In the evening, in front of No. 6 Narcissus Street, Klein pulled out a piece of white paper from the book he was carrying and handed it to Philip with a strange look on his face. "This is the version I secretly wrote down."

After following Philip's reminder, he finally realized that in addition to the Nighthawks, there was no reason why Roselle's diary would not be preserved at the University of Hoy where he graduated. Although it was very likely that it was transcribed by the Nighthawks and the other two teams, it was still worth a try.

Klein then stopped by Tingen University that afternoon. Due to his work in the history department, he saw several pages of Rosell's diary without any surprise.

There happened to be one such picture,
just
Philip noticed Klein's expression and had some guesses in his mind. After all, even with the three pages of Nighthawk's diary, he had a general idea of what kind of person Emperor Roselle was.

"This page of the diary can be used to offset the 5 pounds. You don't have to pay it back. From now on, each new page will be charged 5 pounds." As he said this, he took the paper and left him blinking in confusion, sighing at the poor man who was so generous.

Philip walked into the living room, sat on the sofa, picked up the paper and began to study it:
"April 1st, damn it! Those two guys from the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom actually dared to look down on me. My good mood today was wasted! Isn't it all thanks to my extraordinary ability? I heard it's called the 'Reader' Path'?"

"I've decided to give these two self-righteous, despising guys a nickname."

"Zheyebuhui and Nayebuhui!"

"Humph, isn't it just knowledge? If it weren't for high school and university courses, I would have almost forgotten those brilliant inventions of Earth's human civilization. I will definitely let the humans of this world experience what a dimensionality reduction attack is!"

"This world's extraordinary power is truly miraculous. There must be a way to help me recall that knowledge. Roselle, you are the protagonist of this world. These are just a few bumps on the road ahead. After you say fuck this world, you must keep working hard."

"Come to think of it, Mrs. Sebel seemed to have invited me yesterday. I wonder what it would be like to have sex with her."

That’s it?
Philip blinked, clutched the paper in his hand, and sat on the sofa, muttering, "If most of this senior's diaries don't provide important information like the performance method, then this expense is a bit of a waste."

Thinking of Mr. Fool sitting solemnly in the first seat, reading the romantic history of Emperor Roselle, Philip inexplicably wanted to laugh.

He suppressed the urge to curl the corners of his mouth, shook his head, and got his thoughts back on track.

If Philip were a native who couldn't understand Chinese, he would certainly not doubt the Fool's motives, but now that he could understand it, he naturally had some doubts. After all, from a practical point of view, there should be better options than Roselle's diary.

If Mr. Fool was thinking about the Tarot Club members, that would make sense. After all, it wasn't too difficult to collect these diaries that no one could understand and that could only be used as a reminder. But he was only obsessed with this...
Forget it, why think so much.

Judging from the value of the role-playing method, the cost of collecting Roselle's diary is equivalent to drawing from the card pool. Those white quality ones are the history of love and the history of showing off. As for the blue or purple ones, they are role-playing methods. The gold grand prize is probably what Mr. Fool wants.

If you think so, then you really need to collect it.

Philip brewed a cup of coffee for himself, returned to the room, opened the window, looked out at the crimson moonlight, and began to sip it silently.

He didn't add sugar. The bitter taste of the coffee lingered and spread all over the tip of his tongue. The moonlight reflected in his eyes. The resistance brought by the full moon and the fantasy of a sleepless night in his mind, all these thoughts connected together, causing a repressed emotion in his heart.

“The body is the prison of the mind, and the world is the prison of the body.”

"Because of the pursuit of power, I was affected by madness and curses, and eroded by the curse." Philip muttered softly, and his hand holding the cup tightened, and his sapphire eyes gradually turned slightly red.

"Because of my inner rationality and kindness, I use a cold exterior to avoid contact with others and avoid causing harm. I use my strong will to suppress the madness of my heart and restrain the abnormal movements of my body." "This is the cage that binds me."

In his hazy consciousness, the flame burning in the shadows showed signs of stabilizing again, pushing back all the darkness around him.

Three days later, on July 7th.

On this quiet Friday, Philip, who had just woken up, stroked his chest, feeling that the "Prisoner" potion had been completely digested successfully.

It was a crazy exhaustion, it was the dissolution of evil thoughts, something indescribable dissolving in his body, making his mental state better than ever, as if all the tortures he had suffered had dissipated like smoke in the past.

Philip's gaze calmly glanced at the place in the room where the Sequence 8 "Madman" Beyonder characteristic was hidden. The seven days of rapid digestion process gave him a strong surprise, but also brought some shock.

It was so fast that it was a little abnormal. He thought there was some other abnormality and asked for half a day off in advance, but now he only used a little bit.

But this is also a good thing.

He knew in his heart that he was inseparable from his own shadow world, but getting promoted immediately was obviously not a safe choice.

It won’t be too late to try again on Sunday, or even next Monday when you have plenty of time. If you were able to resolve your spiritual distraction in such a short time during the “prisoner” period, then you can meditate for a whole day and night, so I don’t believe that you can’t resolve the spiritual distraction during the “madman” period.

If the problem can't be solved, he has nothing to say.

Philip put on his formal suit, washed up briefly, took the white umbrella he had bought not long ago, and then spent 4 pence to take a tram to the Blackthorn Security Company, ready to start today's unremarkable work.

In the drizzle, Philip walked to the door of the company, only to find two strangers staring at each other at the door. One of the slightly thin and handsome young men stepped back cautiously, allowing the other tall and thin man with gray hair to step forward and knock on the door.

He walked forward silently without saying a word.

However, the sound of water drops hitting the umbrella could not be concealed. Soon the two noticed Philip and wanted to say something, but he just asked softly: "Is it a commission?"

After receiving a positive answer, Philip immediately walked in between the two people with an umbrella, pushed the door open, and said lightly to the inside: "Luo Shan, tell the captain that there is money to be made."

“It seems like I can make double the money.”

In the reception hall, Roxanne and Klein's casual chat ended. They stared at Philip blankly, and it took a few seconds for them to react. "Two commissions?"

Even Luo Shan, who had been working for five years, couldn't help but feel surprised at this moment. The reputation of "Blackthorn Security Company" in the industry could not be said to be better than nothing, but it could be said to be almost non-existent.

Usually there will be no commission for a month.

(End of this chapter)