Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 494 Klein's "Home"

Melissa stepped forward in disbelief, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out and cupped Klein's face, turning it left and right, then lifting it up to look at his chin.

I don't even know what they're looking at.

Klein did not resist, but shook his head in accordance with his sister's strength, feeling her fingers gently caressing and rubbing his face.

The next second, Melissa let out a short, panicked scream.

Just now, when she was stroking Klein's face, she used a little force, and Klein's face was easily distorted by her kneading, like putty that had been soaked in water. She pushed his right cheek to the middle of his face and squeezed his right eye to his forehead.

"Ah! I'm sorry! I didn't know it would turn out like this..." She frantically tried to put Klein's face back in place, but the more she did it, the more chaotic it became.

This unexpected turn of events startled Benson, who was silently moved by what he saw.

He didn't care about "brotherly dignity" and rushed forward to help Klein check.

But Klein quietly raised his hand to stop Benson's movement.

Thinking of the scene where Klein tried to change his appearance to avoid revealing his true identity, Benson seemed to understand something. He stopped walking with a strange and helpless expression, and did not go any further.

Melissa gradually began to panic, her hands rubbing Klein's face repeatedly, trying to put his features back in place.

The reset was successful, but it looks a bit strange.

After all, Melissa possesses the talent of [being able to turn dolls into turtles].

It can be said that he is quite "skilled".

Before Melissa could transform herself into a Baltan alien, Klein decisively tilted his head back, breaking free from his sister's "artistic creation."

Then, Klein's face began to reassemble. He deliberately controlled his appearance, preventing the growth of fleshy buds and small tentacles, simply stirring it like mud, until his features were restored, returning him to Klein Moretti's original appearance.

Klein smiled broadly, continuing to face his sister Melissa with his arms outstretched.

Melissa Moretti pursed her lips, feeling that the interruption had lessened her sadness considerably, and the joy of a long-awaited reunion welled up in her heart.

She could no longer control herself. She stepped forward, opened her arms, and hugged Klein tightly, sobbing softly.

Her eyes were closed, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes and sliding down her face. Because her face was buried in Klein's chest, the tears were wiped onto Klein's clothes.

"Klein..." she called Klein's name again, clutching his clothes tightly, as if afraid that if she opened her eyes again, her brother would disappear.

Klein hugged his sister and gently patted her back, offering silent comfort.

Then he looked up at his brother, Benson Moretti, who was not far away.

"Benson," he called out with a smile.

Benson, his eyes red, raised his arm slightly, then lowered it again, hesitating for a few seconds.

Suddenly, he laughed heartily, no longer caring about "macho restraint," and strode forward, reaching out from behind his sister to embrace Melissa and Klein.

He blinked hard, holding back his tears, without asking his younger brother why he had become an "Extraordinary One," or what his brother had been through during this time.

He didn't care about any of that.

He just kept repeating:

"It's good that you're alright... It's good that you're back..."

Klein wrapped one arm around Benson and hugged him tightly, applying a little more pressure. His smile became increasingly exaggerated, like that of a genuinely happy clown. The smile on his face, combined with his heavy makeup, made him appear even more joyful.

This joy...this happiness...

This is exactly the kind of fun he's looking for.

This is truly... delightful...

The gas chandelier overhead cast a warm glow, enveloping the three people embracing each other, dotted with faint starlight, so pale that a normal person would hardly notice it.

This is Klein's "home".

Not far away, the maid watched this scene silently, without making a sound. She even covered the boiler, which had been emitting the sound of boiling water.

Further away at the main gate, Serres smiled, stopped recording, and sent the video. He then put down his phone, went to the dining table in the living room, and gently snapped his fingers to bring up the EtherEdit panel.

I edited a few lines of code and then clicked print.

One after another, several well-known Sichuan dishes appeared on the table, still steaming hot, as if they had just been made.

Mapo tofu, spicy blood curd, sliced ​​beef and tripe in chili sauce, twice-cooked pork, boiled cabbage in clear broth...

In addition, Western dishes such as steak and pasta were also served on the table.

The space on the dining table was folded up, and no food was squeezed out of the table.

After thinking for a moment, Serres placed a Stargazing Pie in the center of the table, smiled at the red moon and starry sky outside the window, and his figure faded and disappeared.

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15 Minsk Street, Klein's house.

A few minutes ago, the physical illusion that had just been implanted with the Spirit Worm instantly became more solid, its eyes filled with sentience, sitting in a high-backed chair on the balcony, holding a newspaper. The Egoless Clown already possessed the ability to imbue objects with life, not to mention that Klein had created this puppet under a Sequence One rank.

In a sense, this is both a secret partner and his clone. It is a clone similar to Amon's clone, possessing its own thoughts and its own life.

“I really don’t understand the original body.” The puppet Klein took Klein’s place and flipped through the newspaper in his hand. “If he really misses his family, he can just go home and visit them.”

"Anyway, who would dare to touch his family now? Trying to cover it up would only make it seem suspicious."

"So, Brother Miu is a pragmatist?" Padome asked, squatting on the small round table next to the recliner.

“Yes, that’s right.” Miu nodded and took a sip of the black tea that Klein hadn’t finished.

"What about the fun?" Padmo asked suddenly.

"Hmm?" Miu turned around and looked at Pado Meow.

“Brother Klein is starting to have some fun too.” Padmon pointed to the phone on the table. Miu picked it up and saw that a video call was on, with Serris on the other end and the camera pointed at Klein.

"Oh, it seems he's become a comedian too," Mi Ou commented aptly.

"Sigh... Brother Ke has become a comedian too," Pado Miao sighed. "It feels a little strange."

“Do you think we want to?” Mio Klein replied.

“It’s all Serres’s fault,” he said with certainty.

“When we met him, he was already looking for fun, and he always tried to persuade me to join him.”

“We kept urging him to quit, but he said he couldn’t.”

"We...we wanted to prove to him that we could quit, so we joined him in having fun."

Miu covered her face: "It's really hard to quit."

“After all, he’s a Pleasure Walker.” Padmon nodded.

Padma seemed to choose her tone carefully before continuing, "Hmm...you tell me, why...do people watch for entertainment?"

"Sigh... I don't know, and I don't want to know." Mi Ou sighed. "When it comes to causing trouble, it's all about supply and demand. If people are watching, then people will be looking for you."

"But won't this make things... chaotic and messy?" Padmon asked again.

"Hey, X-repression can lead to the end of the world, but people still have X-repression. Have we done any publicity? No, we haven't." Miou shrugged.

"We didn't force them, we didn't force them, so what's it to us?"

"It's entirely their own fault, entirely their own fault. What does it have to do with me?"

After saying that, Miu sighed deeply, scratched his head, and put the teacup aside.

After a few seconds of pause, he looked at Padmo again.

"What? You've met someone here for entertainment?"

"Um...no, I was just curious." Padmon immediately shook her head.

Miki Klein immediately began to earnestly advise:

"Let me tell you, those people who seek amusement are masters at feigning helplessness. When their urge to have fun kicks in, what won't they say or do?"

As he spoke, he used illusion magic to create a yellowed copy of "Rossel's Diary," a version that Serres had disguised himself in earlier.

It's the version that says "Russel tastes really good".

"Look at Serres. The principle is the same."

"Never get involved with these people, or you'll always feel like you're the one who did something wrong by having fun. You'll feel like you're the one who hurt them... but it's actually their own fault."

"If they don't have fun... what can we do if they don't have fun? We can't do anything."

"Sigh..." He let out another long sigh.

"But having fun is really fun."

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PS: I'll write 3000 words today, and the remaining 1000 words will be written at noon.

I argued online for two hours today with a person from the "Spiritual Immortal Boat" community.

He insisted on bringing up some kind of immortality mentality with me.

Tell me that the entire Immortal Ship is united as one, and that everyone is willing to sacrifice their own interests, those of their families, their friends, and their descendants for the so-called greater good.

Buddha and Jesus were both by the roadside; at least when they transformed themselves into tigers and cut off their own flesh to feed eagles, they used their own flesh, not that of their descendants.

Compared to the great sages of the Immortal Ship, they were far too selfish and self-serving. It was a typical short-lived mentality.

I argued with him for over two hours. I didn't update much today because I'm so tired. I'll write the rest at noon.

(End of this chapter)