Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"The reason I'm telling you all this is because that girl's death must be related to [the watchmaker's inheritance]."

"And at the end of the dense fog..."

"Both of us can get the answers we want."

Gallagher turned around, looked at the Clockwork Boy statue not far away, and said in a deep voice:

"If it really is Mikhail's ghost at work, I'd really like to meet him."

"The number of people who look down on me could circle the hotel three times, but those who are willing to give me a second glance... sigh, every one who dies is one less."

Seeing Galah suddenly become so melancholy, March 7th quietly said to Yan Huan:

"His voice sounds so weathered, is he really only thirteen years old?"

"It doesn't seem like it," Yan Huan thought to herself.

"His so-called thirteen years old seems a bit like self-deprecation."

"Maybe it means that since he became a sheriff again, his time has stopped or something."

"Scholars are the most annoying."

Hearing the whispers behind him, Gallagher said in a deep voice:

"I've told you everything I know. Consider this a thank you gift for being willing to look at this old dog like me."

Suddenly, Gallagher received a message.

"……Um?"

"Something seems to be going on at the cinema, so please excuse me. Good luck."

Gallagher looked at everyone and sighed:

"How ironic, what's the difference between these stowaways now being turned away by Pinocene and those dreamers hailed as pioneers before the Amber Period?"

After saying his last words, Gallagher left, leaving only the three members of the train crew behind.

March 7th was the first to exclaim:

"Mr. Gallagher...he certainly has a story to tell."

Yan Huan was also deeply moved:

"Confirmed, he's an NPC. We can't rely on him anymore."

Himeko pondered:

"Although Miss Firefly's whereabouts remain a mystery, his sharing has clarified many doubts."

"[The watchmaker's] true identity, his relationship with his family, and the power struggles hidden behind dreams and death."

"Wait, what's going on in there?" Himeko looked ahead.

Chapter 692 Then I won’t be polite

"Gallach went, what does that have to do with us?"

Yan Huan spread her hands and said:

"It seems that the family isn't truly united."

"That's right." Himeko agreed wholeheartedly.

“Mr. Gallagher mentioned that the real traitor is someone else, and is very likely lurking in the Oak family.”

"The case is solved!" Yan Huan immediately declared.

"The traitor is the robin; she committed suicide out of guilt!"

"You're kidding me," March 7th said disdainfully.

"I believe Miss Robin is definitely not that kind of person."

"In my opinion, that traitor from that family might be connected to that meme?"

"It's reasonable to control Mew to kill people everywhere in order to destroy the family."

Yan Huan narrowed her eyes:

"You mean, that meepo was created by a spy within the family?"

"Yes," March 7th said confidently, hands on hips.

"That's why the family has to keep that thing a secret; they can't let the scandal of a traitor be exposed to the public."

Himeko shook her head slightly:

“I don’t think that [Death] has much to do with the family, after all, Yan Huan once went to the dream about the [Watchmaker].

"Therefore, I think that meme is more closely connected to the watchmaker."

"That clock-wearing kid that only Yan Huan can see is also quite intriguing."

"It's a pity... I haven't run into him recently."

Himeko looked at the two of them:

"This trip has confirmed many of our previous assumptions, and we should digest them carefully."

"Yan Huan, send a message to Walter and ask him how things are going."

"it is good."

Yan Huan immediately took out her phone, opened her chat with Walter, and sent a message:

[what are you doing? Mr.chao yue]

……

at the same time.

Inside Chaolu Mansion.

Walter's phone suddenly made a 'ding' sound.

"What's wrong?" Huang Quan asked Walter.

"It's nothing, just normal communication."

Walter quickly replied to the message, then put his phone away and looked at Huang Quan:

"They seem to have made some discoveries over there. Let's hurry back."

"If we keep going forward, we'll be going deeper into the Chaolu Mansion."

Huang Quan stared at the passage ahead, frowning as he said:

"The journey has been smooth... too smooth. It's hard to imagine that this is a heavily guarded family stronghold."

Walter glanced at the empty reception desk and became wary.

"Let's find someone we can report this to first."

The two infiltrated the family's important territory, the Chaolu Mansion, but did not encounter a single person.

Walter sensed something was amiss.

"Such a magnificent mansion, yet it doesn't even have a butler to greet guests... Is this due to a sudden event causing this gap in staff?"

"All these doors are open; it seems we have no choice but to investigate."

"Proceed cautiously."

Huang Quan suddenly stopped in his tracks: "Wait a moment."

The long-haired girl subtly drew her sword.

In an instant, her breath became barely perceptible.

"...I subtly reduced my aura to make myself less noticeable."

“The Star Train’s existence can be explained by the family’s authorization, but my presence here… is not appropriate.”

“I see, that’s a very interesting technique.” Walter expressed his appreciation for Huang Quan’s methods.

The two continued forward, walking through a long corridor covered with a red carpet, when Walter noticed a clue.

“The footprints here are different from those elsewhere; there are two in total.”

"Not long ago, some outsiders may have walked through here."

Huang Quan also looked at the footprints on the ground and asked:

"Mr. Walter, can you identify who owns the footprints?"

“Hmm…” Walter frowned slightly:

"The pattern is unique and quite flamboyant."

"Judging from the size, it should be a men's style."

“I guess…it’s probably that envoy from the Interstellar Peace Company, Mr. Sand Gold.”

“Gold dust… what about the other one?” Huang Quan looked at Walter.

Walter continued his analysis:

"The two footprints are not one after the other."

"Judging from their almost parallel relationship, the person traveling with him should not be his subordinate..."

Huang Quan guessed:

"Is he...his boyfriend?"

"..."

Walter paused for two seconds, then looked up at Huang Quan with a puzzled expression:

"Miss Huang Quan, how did you come to this conclusion?"

I'm very curious about your thought process.