Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 242 241 The Traveler

Before Klein could lose himself in the shock of "Oh my god, Emperor Roselle is also a time traveler! He's actually writing in Chinese," the vague voice of Officer Pedtigru Neil rang in his ears again, as if speaking directly to his mind.

"What's the status of that notebook?"

This seems to be a very important question.

The study room with the crimson moon and strange gray-white mist was still quiet.

Klein let out a long breath.

After calming his pounding heartbeat and adjusting his emotions, he reluctantly stopped looking at the notes written by Emperor Roselle. To learn about the past of his second known "senior time traveler," he began to carefully examine the notebook on the upper right corner of the desk, which was covered in old leather and seemed to belong to a descendant of the Antigonus family.

"It's on the upper right corner of the desk in Welch's study, closed, with no signs of being flipped or read." Klein pondered for a moment and whispered, "The lost notebook should be this one."

When he saw this notebook, Klein's intuition told him that this was the notebook that caused the deaths of Welch, Naya, and the original body.

He made this judgment.

"Besides the notes, what else is there on the table?"

Officer Pedtigrew Neal asked another question.

Klein was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at the Chinese manuscript.

In the memory fragments that were not illuminated because the original body had not been exposed to the specific situation before, Emperor Roselle was a very famous expert in semiotics. The words he used have attracted the attention of many people in Tingen City to this day, trying to analyze the content contained in those words.

And now, Klein's memory fragments were lit up. His original body had seen Emperor Roselle's manuscripts and read the Chinese text.

Without a doubt, if Emperor Roselle wrote the manuscript in Tingen City before being influenced by the "traveler predecessor" and twisted into his appearance, then it proves that Emperor Roselle is definitely a "traveler"! His fellow countryman from the Great Foodie Empire!

Klein subconsciously scanned Emperor Roselle's manuscript.

"Sure enough, there are still time travelers in this world. Haha, I, Huang Tao, finally found the organization!"

"Hmm, I don't know what country that senior time traveler is from. Is he from the same country as me? Miskatonic University, the name sounds very Cthulhu. Such a big thing, cough cough, but it does fit my stereotype of this world. Damn, this can't really be a world with ancient gods and Cthulhu..."

"I guess not. There are so few things here that fit the Cthulhu mythology of my time... At least that's what I know. Although there are examples of Beyonders losing control and turning into monsters, the existence of Beyonders breaks the Cthulhu mythology setting of trading reason for skills. There are gods here, real gods, but very few descendants of gods, those messed-up creatures..."

"But there is one thing in common: the further down the divine path you go, the higher your sequence, the stronger your abilities, and the easier it is to go crazy..."

"Could it be that the senior time traveler is hinting at something? Well, if there's a chance, I'd like to meet the president of Miskatonic University. Hehe, he or she should know a lot. If they're from the same country, that would be even better."

"Ah, yes, yes, I got the ticket for tonight's Spirit World Express... P.S. I seriously suspect this is a copy of the Hogwarts Express. If there's even a Platform Nine and Three-Quarters... Well, I have to get on it tonight when those people from the Craftsman's Church aren't paying attention."

"Shh, I get angry just talking about these craftsmen. What do they think of me? An ATM? Can I even give them blueprints of an atomic bomb with my bare hands? Come on, I'm just a generalist. I just recalled what I learned in high school. I can't possibly build a Gundam with my bare hands! How about I build you an atomic bomb?!"

"Fuck him! Can you respect my intellectual property rights? You even sent someone to watch me, as if you were afraid I'd run away. Haha, I'm leaving tonight. Bye, Intis. Bah, not even a dog would stay here..."

Emperor Roselle had studied at Tingen University for a period of time in his early years, and the deputy director of Tingen University's security department, named Perle, had also clearly stated that there was some kind of connection between Tingen University and Miskatonic University that Klein was unaware of.

Even though Emperor Roselle's political rule in Intis was overthrown, and many things related to him were destroyed by the Intis royal family, the Eternal Sun, and the Craftsman's Church, Tingen University still regarded him as an outstanding alumnus. His portrait still hangs in the corridors of Tingen University...

Klein's mind quickly reviewed the history he knew about Emperor Roselle. This was an undated manuscript. No, it was more like Emperor Roselle's diary, written before he became the governor of the Intis Republic and before he officially entered Tingen University.

With his thoughts racing, Klein didn't turn the page that was clearly still below him to avoid arousing suspicion by remaining silent for too long. He quickly lowered his voice and said to Officer Pedtigrew Neil, who was closely monitoring the situation:
"Besides that notebook, there's also something on the table that looks like Emperor Roselle's manuscript."

"Emperor Roselle's manuscript?" Officer Pettigrew Neil, who was communicating with Klein, was obviously stunned by the answer. He only asked out of caution and did not expect such a development.

Klein nodded, but then realized that the other party didn't seem to be here. He opened his mouth again and whispered, "Yes, I've studied Emperor Russell's manuscript before. The one on the table in Welch's study is very similar to the manuscripts written in mysterious symbols written by Emperor Russell."

Some courses at Tingen University would have discussed the mysterious writing invented by Emperor Roselle. As a top student with a linguistics degree from Tingen University, it was not difficult for Klein to come up with the corresponding guess, which was quite reasonable.

The voice in my head suddenly fell silent.

Then, before Klein could react or do anything else, his head suddenly felt a sharp pain.

"hiss--"

Before he could react to what was happening, the gray-white mist around him suddenly filled his eyes.

Consciousness seemed to be thrown into a washing machine, being stirred and falling downwards.

This state did not last long. Apart from the throbbing pain in the head, the surrounding scenes had become blurred.

When Klein, who was somewhat dazed, came to his senses, he was already standing on solid ground again. The lights were bright all around him, and there was no gray mist or strange and terrifying sounds.

Not far away, Officer Pedtigrew Neil placed a half-burned candle on the table. The green-black flame had gone out.

"As an ordinary person, your spirituality is no longer sufficient to support the stable conduct of this ritual."

He turned to look at Deputy Director Perle beside him and asked, "Besides the notebook, what else was lost in the restricted area?"

"What else was lost?" Deputy Director Perler thought for a moment, her expression gradually becoming serious. She looked at Klein and saw that his forehead was throbbing wildly, as if he was spiritually exhausted and needed rest. She could only ask the wizard from the Church of Evernight beside her.

"What did Klein Moretti see?"

"Russel Gustave's manuscript."

Officer Pettigrew Neil said, "Let's investigate. The Antigonus family's notebook might not be the only thing lost in the restricted area."

Then, he looked at Klein and said, "I'll take you back first. Your mission for today ends here."

It was nearly eleven o'clock in the evening when they returned to 47 Golden Rose Street. The landlady, who had gone to bed, opened the door for Klein and the police officer who had brought him back.

"Morretti, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that it was the long-missing Klein Moretti who had returned, the landlady looked at her tenant. Seeing that he was escorted by the police, she suddenly became wary and concerned: "What happened?"

At this time, a black cat raised by the landlady walked gracefully from the dark corner, walked out of the door opened by the landlady, and sat down safely at the other's feet.

The old lady was wearing reading glasses with many scratches on them and seemed a little sleepy, but she still forced herself to be alert and asked about the situation of her tenants and the police officer.

"The Tingen University Security Department said you're involved in something and they need your cooperation in the investigation. Oh, poor little Melissa! She went to Tingen University and the police headquarters tonight, but she didn't get any information. She's very worried about you... It's really heartbreaking to see you like that."

"I'm sorry, Madam Avina," Klein said hurriedly. "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Officer Pedtigru Neil, who didn't look particularly elderly, said to the landlady, "Mr. Klein Moretti will need to work with us on some matters soon. This involves confidentiality regulations, so please forgive me."

Many of the research projects at Tingen University involve matters that need to be kept confidential, and the old landlady who manages many Tingen University students naturally knows this.

Occasionally, someone would come back in the middle of the night, and the old landlady who was responsible for locking the door would suddenly realize what was going on.

"You have to tell your family, too." She somewhat resented Klein for knowing the truth but not reporting it, causing the family's brothers and sisters to worry.

Klein smiled dryly, unsure how to respond.

Seeing that the matter had been explained, Officer Pedigru Neal said to Klein, "I'll come to see you tomorrow at noon, um, after 2 p.m., so get some rest today."

After saying goodbye to the police officer, Klein thanked the yawning old lady and hurried up the stairs to go home.

"What a good kid."

Seeing Klein's figure disappear down the stairs, the landlady, Mrs. Avina, yawned and sighed as she picked up the black cat at her feet. She stroked the cat's neck, which had been slightly cracked from her haste and hadn't been properly fixed. Like a rusty puppet, she returned to her residence and prepared to rest.

As expected, people are useless when they get old. Ah, she has to choose her own successor.

The kid who was worried about his brother seemed fine?

On the second floor, Klein opened the door with his key and saw a brightly lit living room.

In the living room, the mineral lamp emitted a light that dispelled the darkness. Klein's brother Benson and sister Melissa were not asleep. When they heard the door lock open, they turned their heads and looked at Klein who walked in.

"I am back."

Klein smiled at Benson and Melissa.

He first explained to the two that he was invited to solve a confidential project jointly undertaken by Tingen University and the city government. Seeing that they had relaxed, he returned to his room.

This was the excuse given to him by the police officer who clearly possessed extraordinary powers and was a Beyonder. Whether it was the issue of the Fourth Epoch Antigonus family notes or the deaths of Welch and Naya, the Tingen University Security Department and the police seemed unwilling to make any public announcements. Naturally, Klein could not directly tell Melissa and Benson the specific circumstances.

"It won't reassure them, it will hurt them."

Klein muttered something, enduring the occasional throbbing pain in his brain, but soon fell asleep.

He received a lot of unexpected information today, but he obviously didn't have the energy to summarize and organize these things.

A dreamless night.

The next day, when Klein woke up, Benson and Melissa had already left. They stayed behind to keep the breakfast warm for Klein.

Glancing at the wall-mounted clock in the living room, he noticed the hands were already pointing to ten o'clock. After a moment's thought, Klein wolfed down his breakfast and lunch before finally having time to reflect on the intelligence he had gathered yesterday.

"First, Emperor Roselle and I, like our predecessors who founded Miskatonic University and likely brought many changes to Tingen City, are all time travelers."

"Thinking about it this way, time travel doesn't seem to be that rare."

In just one day, Klein had encountered at least two incidents involving time travelers.

"Could it be possible that time travel can be done wholesale?" He thought half-jokingly, but felt that such a thing was unlikely.

If time travel was wholesale, the world would have been changed into something he didn't know existed, with time travelers everywhere, shouting "XXXism" and "Long live XXX".

The contents of Emperor Roselle's manuscript are not so undecipherable that they are still being studied and analyzed.

"Well, Miskatonic University and Emperor Roselle's diary, both of these things are closely related to time travel."

"Among them, both Miskatonic University and Roselle have close ties with Tingen."

Klein pondered for a moment and discovered that he actually had unique advantages.

"But we must be careful. Emperor Roselle clearly had close ties with Tingen City, but the emperor has fallen, and the situation at Miskatonic University is unknown."

If Emperor Roselle and the senior travelers revealed something about their time travel to the locals, and they were quite interested...

Klein felt that if he was really foolish enough to expose himself and eagerly approached her, he would be in big trouble.

(End of this chapter)