Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

"...Do you know John Watson?"

This name set off a terrifying wave in Klein's mind.

His mind shut down at this moment, but his extremely high spirituality allowed him to regain his sense and think clearly in an instant.

At this moment, he had countless thoughts, and then he made a decision.

"Is it the one at 221 Baker Street or the one at Moore Manor?" Klein asked calmly.

The conversation between the two men so far had been trouble-free, whether it was the name or the address, or the estate.

Sherlock, Watson, 221 Baker Street and Moore Manor, these gifts are not special in this era, but in the memory of some people, they symbolize a beautiful world.

That's their hometown they can't go back to.

"Moore Manor..." These four words were spoken in Chinese pronunciation. Bert Moore seemed to be smiling but not smiling, seeming a little sad and a little nostalgic.

Klein felt his heart tremble slightly. He took a deep breath and let the air in his chest suppress his accelerating heartbeat.

Klein and Belt's bodies were frozen in place, looking at each other and not speaking again.

This process lasted for about half a minute. Klein controlled his expression and body and slowly stretched out his hand.

"Hello."

"Hello!"

The two shook hands politely, relaxed, and looked at each other. They sat face to face. They both seemed to have a lot to say, but it didn't make much sense at the moment.

"Oh, I didn't expect it to be like this." Bert Moore suddenly grinned.

“This is the first time I’ve met fellow countrymen offline.”

"Offline?" Klein caught this word keenly and felt a little unbelievable.

Is he already that far behind the version? !

"Huh?" This time it was Bert's turn to be surprised, "Have you never been to the fantasy world?"

"I've been there, but..." Klein frowned, feeling that he was not on the same page as this fellow.

"You don't know about the Curly Baboon Research Society?" Belt asked again.

"...What a stupid name." Klein subconsciously complained. This name reminded him of his brother Benson who was still in Tingen but had not moved here.

"Ahem!" Bert coughed twice, feeling a little embarrassed by this comment, so he argued, "Isn't it very appropriate?"

Then he suppressed this feeling and looked at Klein and said.

"Actually...it's not just us, there are more than a dozen of them that I know of. We huddled together to keep warm and established the Curly Baboon Research Association."

More than a dozen, this is another number that breaks Klein's psychological bottom line.

"It shouldn't be. We have been advertising in Simplified Chinese and English in the Illusion World Temple for two months. Anyone who has been to the Illusion World should have seen it."

"..." The corner of Klein's mouth twitched. His way of entering the fantasy world was different. He directly became the "Fool Boatman" and then followed the contact to pick up Miss Audrey.

Well...yes, Klein's guest a lot of the time was Audrey Hall.

This young lady continued to accept tasks in exchange for "sweet dreams" and became an "addict" to the deep fantasy world.

Ahem, let’s get back to the topic. So far, Klein has never entered the Dream Temple in the fantasy world.

However, two months ago...

This timing is wonderful. At that time, I probably had not yet time-travelled. Could it be that other "fellows" also traveled through time at that time? A collective time travel event?

What about Russell, why is it two hundred years ahead of schedule? !

There must be a big secret here, maybe it has something to do with going home! Klein's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

"But it doesn't matter. Now that you know it, you can come to our party next time!" Belt introduced without noticing Klein's face.

"As for the time, it's eight o'clock on Friday night here in Luen!"

"When you enter the Fantasy Temple in the Fantasy World at this time, you will see the notice that our meeting location is the 'Tower of Babel' in the Wonderland!"

"There is a wonderland that only we can enter!"

Belt was still a little excited and excitedly introduced the "Curly Baboon Research Society" to Klein.

This is a secret organization that emerged two months ago. It is composed of a group of people who are far away from their hometown, hugging each other for warmth and exchanging information.

Klein lowered his eyes, uncontrollably feeling curious and belonging to such an organization.

The gathering of a group of fellow villagers had a strong appeal to him.

"Okay, I will participate on time!" Klein nodded.

"What about the 'demon' you encounter now? Do you need me to help you deal with it?" Does Belt really look down on a Sequence Six "demon"? !

"I am already Sequence 7 of the 'Secret Prayer' path, a 'Hermit Monk'." Bert felt a little proud.

So fast? Klein was also surprised. He felt that his promotion speed was already exaggerated.

However, with the support of the Aurora Society, and possibly Russell's diary, it is reasonable. As long as you master the role-playing method at low sequences, it is basically not difficult, and the potions are relatively cheap.

"By the way, what is your current sequence? What is your path?"

Fellow fellow, are you checking your household registration... Klein's mind changed and he had basic trust in the fellow in front of him, so he said, "'Soothsayer' path, Sequence 8 'Joker'."

"Hit one of the fortune tellers on sight!" Bert raised his eyebrows and waved his fist.

"Roselle's diary..." Klein rolled his eyes.

"Hey!" This feeling that someone was picking up the joke made Belt smile even more happily.

"But don't be discouraged. I took the magic potion of the 'Secret Prayer' directly on the day I traveled through time, and received the blessing of the gods." Bert was still a little proud.

This is probably like showing off your game account.

"I can handle that 'demon' myself."

Klein thought for a while and rejected the fellow villager's proposal. This "devil" was not a big problem. It would no longer be a problem when he returned and was promoted. Maybe he could dig out more clues.

"I can handle it."

Belt Moore didn't force it and wanted to say something, but at a certain moment, he and Klein both stopped.

"Mr. A is back." Belt blinked, which meant that the communication between the two time travelers was over. They did not dare to exchange such secret information under the nose of such an extraordinary person.

"See you at the party then! I will stay here usually. You can write a letter or come to me directly." Belt said quickly.

"Okay!" Klein nodded slightly and walked out of the prayer room with a normal expression.

He opened the door and saw Mr. A who had just returned.

Klein nodded to him in a friendly manner and left.

"Is there any new information?" Mr. A also saw Klein, raised his eyebrows, and asked Bert.

"There is a message from a 'devil'..." Belt didn't notice anything unusual.

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