Mystery: Paradox Path

"Dear Mr. Police, I'm a veterinarian... Well, you may not know the treatment of this profession in Backlund. In short, this is a more popular profession than most doctors. After all, pets raised by noble families are less popular. It is also said to be hundreds of gold pounds, and you should understand that many gentlemen and young ladies who pride themselves on being decent, all their savings in their families can not reach this number."

"So what?" Listening to Snow's introduction to his profession, Dunn nodded lightly, and then asked along his words.

"So? It's normal for a young, rich man, and a good-looking man to be a bit feminine, right?" Snow waved his arms exaggeratedly, and a sultry temperament was immediately apparent.

Dunn is also an old nightmare. He has seen many people's dreams, and he is quite experienced in this situation, but before he can react, he sees Snow suddenly slumped down as if his color had faded. In a tone like a drunken man who had drunk too much, he said:

"But who would have thought that that woman was actually the mistress of the Waltz Party! I should have known she was such a background, and she would not be provoked by death? I even suspect that this is what they set for me. Let me tell you, those Backlund gangsters and Tingen's gangsters are not the same concept at all, they are real murderers without blinking an eye!"

Seeing Snow's emotions becoming more and more hysterical, Dunn immediately comforted him:

"Since you are so scared, go to the police station with me. After confirming that you are fine, we will protect you."

"Police station? Also, do you have a single room in your prison? It's better to lock me up, the kind that no one can visit! Oh, of course, the food is better, fish and chips or something is the bottom line, you can't Forcing my middle-class earning more than 50 pounds a month to eat those pig food..." Listening to Snow's words, Dunn's mouth twitched slightly, although he knew that people's thinking in a dream is very easy to stray, but such a self-reliant requirement, It was the first time he heard it.

However, he did not relax his vigilance because of this, but continued to maintain the development of the dream, taking Snow along the way to the police station.

…

About fifteen minutes later, seeing Captain and Leonard appearing at the door of the hotel again, Klein's dangling heart finally relaxed, and he couldn't help but ask when the two entered the carriage again:

"How?"

"His behavior in the dream is also normal, and there are no obvious contradictions in his words. I have tried to give him many opportunities to escape, but he has always maintained a submissive attitude, even when there is danger on the road, he will directly Hiding behind me, as if my side is the safest place, well, this is in line with the expectations of ordinary people with small assets for the police."

"Yes, only those who have something in their heart will seize the opportunity to escape, just like me..." Dunn's words undoubtedly reminded Klein of his previous dream, and he couldn't help but slander, and then he turned to look at Leonard again .

Feeling Klein's gaze, Leonard spread his hands and said:

"There are no extraordinary objects in his room, and there are no traces of climbing on the windows. Although there is perfume in the box, it is just an ordinary men's perfume, not the essential oil or pure dew needed for ritual magic, the only thing that can be related to the occult. It's an antique silver knife, but it's only three or four hundred years old. It's not an extraordinary item. If there's anything abnormal about him, he's just too handsome! He's only a little worse than me... Well, well, I admit, he's a little more handsome than me."

The frivolous words as always softened the serious atmosphere. As the carriage started again, the conversation of several people began to turn to Klein's upcoming mission to join the team...

Watching the carriage leave, Snow, who had already escaped from the dream, gently rubbed the little milk cat who was licking his paws. Although he knew that he had probably passed the test, he still did not let his guard down, and just lay casually on the bed. , in a daze lazily.

"Hinathan Vincent died, and my notes were cut off by me. The two opportunities that added to Dunn's mental burden have been removed by me. Next, let's see how the poor screenwriter will change the script..."

Just as Snow was thinking about it, an image of a horse made of white clouds suddenly appeared in his mind. As the horse ran in his mind, his ears began to murmur—

""The Lord of Mysteries" is just a novel. There are many readers who have read it, but they have not been polluted, and have not been watched by high-ranking existences because of this, so I will not be polluted by the knowledge obtained in the story of the Lord of Mysteries. and watching..."

The sound layer upon layer, repeatedly, constantly stimulates Snow's nerves, and along with this process, his spirituality is also rapidly lost like a river bursting its banks, but the strange thing is that almost every second, he will be Taking away the spirituality equivalent to one-fourth of the current total spirituality, but his spirituality has always been maintained at three-quarters.

The whispering in his ear lasted for a full minute before it finally stopped, and only then did Snow finally breathe a sigh of relief and withdrew from the semi-meditation state.

"It must be that broken pen again! It's really dying. Can a writer play without cutting?"

Gently rubbing his throbbing eyebrows, Snow slowly adjusted his mental state. The world of the Lord of Mysteries is such a pit. Without a strong enough golden finger, the traversers of the Dragon and Aotian have to kneel when they come.

Yes, Snow is indeed a traveler, and he is the most tragic type. Travelers from other worlds are familiar with the plot, which means that the resources of the entire world are taken away, and the mysterious world... not to mention the plot bonus. , knowledge itself is poisonous!

In fact, it is enough to penetrate the world of the Lord of Mysteries. The worst thing is that when he woke up, a crazy beauty was sitting in front of him, looking at a cup of green as if he was scooped out of a Gul'dan pot. The viscous liquid with bubbles was pushed in front of him, and he almost said "Drink it, this is your destiny".

In other words, his golden fingers are powerful, otherwise he would be a member of the crazy group of beauties.

As for his golden finger, it really has a lot to do with it. One, it is a source quality called [white horse is not a horse], and the other is the uniqueness of the sequence corresponding to it—【One-foot chime】 ].

This source quality and uniqueness does not belong to the twenty-two or even the sequence of the original work, nor is it mentioned in the original work, it originated from the alien sequence of the old days in the starry sky.

If he insisted on giving it a position, Snow felt that this thing was more like what was mentioned in the original work. Before the birth of the Blasphemy Slate, the way those extraordinary species were promoted—

This is the so-called "cross-channel medication".