Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 374 373 Find Him

"The rebels?"

Klein narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the young man who was writhing on the ground, trying to break free of his control.

As if he had thought of something, Klein slowly said:
"Why did you come to me?"

This is something he still hasn't figured out.

If it was the encounter between Tang and the resistance that led to him being indirectly targeted... As a master of puppetry, Tang, who possesses the power of Mr. "Mistake," would not be easily tracked.

As a newly promoted Sequence 5 Master of Puppets, Tang's abilities and personal qualities reflect his extensive experience in the extraordinary world. Faced with the pursuit of a demigod, and with protection from at least angelic-level power, it is impossible for a highly intuitive diviner to allow a demigod to follow him silently.

Klein's connection with the resistance is negligible.

But they still came to him.

why?
Klein didn't know the answer. He had only guessed that the witch, or someone connected to her, might be a time traveler...

Klein has informed Mr. Flamel about this matter, but so far, Mr. Flamel has not given him any information on this matter.

Whether it was because they hadn't found out yet or there were other reasons, Klein didn't know.

However, it was obvious that these guys approached him before Mr. Flamel could provide him with more specific information.

“A bunch of lunatics,” Klein thought, recalling Don’s description of these people.

With a blank expression, he pressed his knee against the writhing youth on the ground and said in a cold tone, "If you don't talk, I can kill you right now."

"No, no, no, wait, wait!"

The young man let out a loud "Aow!" The commotion attracted the attention of passersby at the alley entrance, but after seeing the situation inside, they only glanced at it briefly and moved on.

They won't get involved in this kind of thing, nor can they afford to.

A person with a conscience might call the police afterward, but it would take at least twenty to thirty minutes for the police to arrive.

This is enough time for Klein to obtain the information he wants.

"It was Ms. Triss who requested it!"

Klein drew his revolver from his holster. Hearing the safety disengage and sensing Klein's murderous intent, the man quickly said, "That lady said she knows some secrets about Backlund's hidden presence, which I believe you will find interesting!"

Triss?
Klein was very suspicious; he didn't know any Triss.

But... he did recently come into contact with a woman from the resistance.

"It was indeed my request."

Suddenly, a voice came from the darkness deeper in the alley.

Klein had never heard that voice before, and he hadn't even sensed the presence of anyone in that place!

Klein took a few steps back and stared at the shadows ahead.

A sense of danger is frantically alarming; something terrible is there.

That was an enemy Klein couldn't handle; if he acted rashly, death would be his end.

A beautiful woman emerged from the shadows deep in the alley; she had smooth black hair, a round face, and a gentle, sweet demeanor that easily put people at ease.

If it's this person, then Klein knows them.

This is the demigod who had followed him all the way and was hiding in the mirror!

It's that witch who seems to be a time traveler, a demigod through a magical pathway!

Sequence 7 beats Sequence 4, very good, the advantage is not in his hands.

Never mind, let's call for reinforcements first!
Just as Triss was about to say something, she heard Sherlock Moriarty, upon seeing her, begin to recite rapidly in ancient Hermes with unexpected speed and fluency, as if he had practiced it a thousand times in secret:
"A witch from the past, an ancient being with eternal life, an observer of Backlund, a guardian spirit in the mirror..."

Triss: ...?
She almost laughed out of anger. Why didn't Sherlock Moriarty have so many scenes before, but now he calls for backup as soon as something goes wrong?

Could it be that she had a fake past life?

Has this person changed a little too much?
“Wait, Mr. Moriarty, please wait a moment.”

Klein glanced at Triss, completely ignoring her, and quickly finished reciting the last sentence of the name of the ageless witch, Archerley:

"The wrong person acting as an agent..."

Only a fool would listen to her. It's not like she's going to waste time with her. Everyone knows this guy is weird and not someone she can handle. Klein isn't stupid. Of course, she'll grab him first and then question him slowly.

After all, the first principle of a diviner is to follow the will of the heart.

but……

Klein's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly glanced behind him.

I don't know when, but the lights at the alley entrance disappeared, and all the pedestrians on the road vanished.

Large patches of rusty red iron filings replaced the lights, floating in the air and blocking his way out.

The lights and pedestrians mysteriously disappeared, leaving only the crimson moon hanging high in the sky.

Klein glanced at his clothes again.

Those clothes, I don't know when, were also stained with something that looked like rust.

The paper dolls had failed. Klein, without changing his expression, touched the paper dolls in his pocket. The paper dolls no longer had the feel of paper; instead, they exuded the coldness of metal.

An immense sense of crisis immediately enveloped his mind.

The rust floating in mid-air blocked the gazes that Klein attracted as he chanted the name of the revered monk, and unknowingly, he was isolated in an environment that was closed off from the outside world.

This might be a special mirror world, or perhaps a place where some kind of sealed artifact was created.

In short, the usual methods, whether it's teleportation by travelers or others, are probably unavoidable.

Just as Klein was pondering how to escape,
"really."

Triss sighed. As a witch of despair who had already digested the potion, every word and action of hers was full of unimaginable charm.

But Klein was clearly more wary than seduced by the witch's natural charm.

"Although it may be presumptuous, it is a necessary step."

Klein took a few steps back and watched as the young man he had just pinned to the ground ran off in a panic behind the Despair Witch named Triss and disappeared.

"So, what do you want to tell me?"

They don't seem to want to deal with him, but they also don't want to face Ms. Archerley. What are these rebels up to?

"Can you please stop acting like Louis XVI scratching his head?"

Triss: "We don't want any unnecessary contact with the Miskatonics. They're like jackals lurking in the dark, they're not friendly to us. I think Mr. Moriarty, you should be able to sense that..."

Klein's eyes flickered slightly. He had just carefully examined the Witch of Despair in front of him but had not noticed anything unusual.

I don't know if they're just too good at pretending, or if they genuinely don't know the reference.

But Klein has begun to lean towards the idea that this Witch of Despair is not a time traveler.

She did know him, but he didn't know her. This "knowing" wasn't about recognizing his name or Klein Moretti as a person.

Where and under what circumstances did they meet? Klein felt that Triss was someone he was quite familiar with.

He was familiar with some things about him, but not really familiar. He wasn't a close friend, more like someone he occasionally interacted with. But so far, Klein had never encountered this type of guy before.

"If you don't want to talk to Miskatonic, then why did you come to me?"

Knowing that reciting the name of the revered monk had no effect, Klein lowered his eyes and prepared for his next counterattack.

In such a place, perhaps only Mr. Flamel's esteemed name can have any effect.

They should have just read out Mr. Flamel's name then.
If he were to read it now, the other party would definitely stop him.

Judging from their reluctance to confront Miskatonic, they would be doomed once Mr. Flamel turned his gaze upon them.

There is a huge, insurmountable chasm between demigods and angels.

"Wait for an opportunity to stall them for now."

Klein's eyes settled into a thoughtful expression. Soon, using the sealed artifact and the Joker's control abilities, Klein concealed his thoughts and did not reveal them.

“These things cannot be discussed with Miskatonic; their hostility is far too great, Mr. Moriarty.”

Triss's lips curled slightly as she gazed tenderly at the magician in front of her, who was only at Sequence 7. However, Klein's expression became even more serious as he took a step back, once again distancing himself from her.

"What a hypocrite."

How would anyone know if you're male or female?
Klein thought to himself.

"Just say what you have to say. In this situation, I don't think I have any other choice. If you want me to pass on some messages, I can do so for you."

After much thought, Klein could only come up with this reason why they would come looking for him.

"Hmm, that's certainly possible, but are you thinking of finding an opportunity to recite that honored name?"

Behind Klein, a black revolver was pointed at his head.

Triss smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, your attitude towards us wasn't exactly friendly either. It was a last resort."

The smell of blood came from behind him. Someone was holding a revolver to his head. If anything went wrong, Klein had no doubt that the revolver could blow a hole in his head again.

He didn't know how many more times he could be resurrected.

Klein slightly clenched the unusable paper doll in his pocket, but quickly released it.

"Then, Detective Moriarty, please come with us."

In the dark alley, all sounds disappeared. A homeless man groped his way into the alley but saw no one.

As some pedestrians approached the alley, their expressions began to turn strange. These people gathered at the alley entrance, looking at the empty space inside, and mechanically revealed one identical smile after another.

"Discovered?"

"Klein has been captured."

"what to do……"

"Killed those rebels?"

"No, no, this is a necessary step, we can't kill them yet..."

"They should become like us..."

"Why not..."

"That's how you can be happy..."

"Happiness, happiness, happiness..."

"Isn't this the kind of happiness everyone longs for? Why are they refusing it?"

One after another, the lines of spirits intersected and stretched towards the sky.

The hordes of puppets piled up all over the alley, their grotesque and terrifying appearance failing to attract anyone's attention.

“Find Klein.”

"Find Klein..."

"Find him, find him, find him—!"

On the dark side of Backlund, eyes opened one after another, and pairs of eyes filled with madness and fervor swept across the things around them.

"Find him—!"

The secret puppets have rioted.

In the detective agency.

Don picked up his cup, while Archerley, sitting opposite him, looked out at the red moon.

Why did you put him in danger?

"Taking a risk?"

Tang put down his cup, looked at his reflection in the teacup, and rested his chin on his hand: "Why do you think that?"

“Triss Chick, she has some connection with the Primal Witch, doesn’t she?”

Archerley frowned: "Plus the Red Priestess's connection to the former Angel King, this combination could very well cause something..."

"Even if it were possible, it would be a long time from now. The combined effect of a Sequence 4 and a nobody evil spirit would be far from that level... I thought you were going to talk about that resistance group."

Tang chuckled, "Those people seem to have developed quite a bit of influence in Backlund as well, and with the help of Triss Chick and Soren Einhorn Medici, I thought you would be worried about that."

"After all, Klein is an important part of my plan. If he falls into the hands of these people, and given his connection with Miskatonic, they might do something to harm us."

“But are those people a threat to you?” Archerley asked.

"They killed quite a few of my secret puppets."

Tang leaned back in his chair, holding a cup, watching the liquid sloshing inside.

He did not give a direct answer to the question.

But clearly, no.

An evil spirit from an old era and a reborn being who returned due to the power of the Ring of Destiny—these two are nothing to Tang, whose true form is the Angel King, who has fully digested the potion, controls the source matter, and has an even more terrifying and indescribable supporter behind him.

“It’s so easy to get rid of these people, isn’t it?” Tang raised his eyes and said with a smile.

He snapped his fingers, and a mirror not far away shimmered, displaying another image.

"Sometimes, playing simulation games and then using them to defeat others, watching their horrified, terrifying, and desperate expressions, can be a good way to pass the time."

Archerley: ...

One can only say, he truly deserves to be a reserve for the Lord of Mysteries.
(End of this chapter)