Mystery: Paradox Path

Tingen, Raphael Cemetery.

The cold winter sunshine sprinkled tepidly on the icy tombstone, not only did not bring the slightest warmth, but made it darker and colder.

Leonard was standing in front of a tombstone at this time, quietly watching the stone tablet in front of him.

Just the night before, he had a dream about his former colleague, Klein Moretti, who died before his eyes.

This is not a strange thing. In fact, in the past six months, he has dreamed more than once of the former teammate, the picture of him being killed by Ince Zangwill, and his dream. Brother and sister sad scene.

Although such dreams have become less and less as time passes, he still occasionally recalls the scene of that day, but this time, the dream is especially clear.

That clear picture, that belongs to Klein's voice and appearance, his demeanor, expression, everything about him, is so clear, but it is precisely because of this that Klein is a little distorted in his dream, some, "look familiar".

Then, another figure in his memory overlapped with it!

The back figure in Garner's memory, the ghost on the roof of Caping Mansion, and, in the East District, the figure who once passed by!

He was awakened almost immediately by the overlapping figures in the dream. Although he suspected that it was just his psychological effect, he still conducted a round of investigation. Then, under the pretext of jointly handling the case with the Church of Mechanics, he saw Sherlock. Moriarty's photo.

So, he appeared here.

"Old man, are you sure that the dream was not affected by external forces?"

Leonard firmly held the shovel sticking beside him. He obviously didn't need to hesitate when he got here, but he still asked as if talking to himself.

"I'm not sure, but at least it can be guaranteed, but the Beyonders below the angels can't avoid my eyes, and the above...hehe..."

The old voice sounded in Leonard's mind. Although the old man didn't say it clearly, Leonard seemed to understand and nodded lightly:

"There is no need to shoot at me above the angel level, right?"

Afraid that Les didn't answer, Leonard just took it as his acquiescence, took a deep breath, and pulled up the shovel in his hand.

The two piles of dirt gradually increased, and Mu Xue was exposed little by little. Occasionally people passed by, but they didn't notice it. It seemed that what happened here was just a dream.

Finally, Leonard dropped the shovel, leaned down, and firmly grasped the edge of the coffin lid.

He suddenly tried to lift the heavy wooden lid, and the unexpectedly relaxed feeling made him realize that the iron nail that was supposed to be driving the coffin lid had fallen off at some point, and there was nothing in the dark coffin.

Nothing at all? !

Leonard's hand seemed to lose its strength, and the coffin lid fell back again, making a muffled thud, while his figure was stiff in a half-bow stance, as if it had become a stone statue.

...

"!!!" Klein, who was teaching Benson and Melissa the knowledge of the occult, was stunned. In front of his eyes, a fog suddenly spread. At the "end" of the fog, there was a stone tablet with the words written on it. The vague inscriptions stood on the black soil together with many of the same kind, and were stained with blood by the crimson moonlight.

"What's wrong? Klein?" Melissa, who lacked interest in mysticism, immediately noticed that Klein was in a wrong state, and immediately asked. Klein was awakened by his sister's voice. Ryan chuckled lightly:

"It's nothing, just a little bit of spirituality."

Taking this as an entry point, he began to introduce the meaning of spiritual touch to the brothers and sisters, but he began to think about the content of the previous dream.

As a fortune-teller, he certainly wouldn't despise spiritual enlightenment. After a simple analysis, he felt that it might be the problem with his own Sherlock vest.

"It looks like it can't be delayed any longer." Klein sighed slightly, and told Benson and Melissa about various taboos while smiling, but he had already set a deadline for himself.

...

In the evening, Benson took advantage of Melissa to clean up the dining table, pulled Klein to the corner, and asked in a serious tone:

"Did something happen?"

"Well, I have to leave for a while." Klein didn't hide it, and Benson didn't ask more, just nodded and said:

"I understand, you prepare a copy of the textbook, and I will urge Melissa to study."

"Actually..." Klein wanted to say something, but Benson shook his head, "Klein, Melissa and I both believe in you and believe that you can make the right choice, since you decided to let us enter the extraordinary world , there must be a necessary reason, we will protect ourselves, but you should also protect yourself."

...

Just when Klein finally made up his mind to leave the comfort zone he had just found, Snow, who had finished dinner in Pritz Harbor, was already standing in the ticket hall~www.readwn.com~ playing with one. coin.

It was not a magical item transformed by the characteristics of the winner, but an ordinary silver coin.

In order to reduce variables, he made a whole set of board game sets this time—one twenty-sided, one twelve-sided, two ten-sided, one six-sided, one four-sided, and one Coins, of course, and a dice tower.

Since he wants to attribute everything to coincidence, he might as well increase the guidance of fate to the greatest extent, and attribute all choices to dice. This is his ultimate way to reduce his initiative.

"The White Onyx was delayed for some reason... Was it the arrangement of the goddess, or was it the butterfly effect?" Snow looked at the contents of the sign and vomited in his heart, but he did not deliberately avoid the White Onyx. All the ships going to the Sonia Sea were numbered, and then the twenty-sided dice was thrown into the gothic dice tower.

Gollum...

"I don't know why, I always feel panic when I hear this voice... Is it because I used the wrong materials?" Snow frowned, but didn't try to explore, even if it was a spiritual warning, it was a choice given by fate , If you even backed off from the first step, then it would be better to go back to Backlund and be a good baby!

After some psychological construction, he turned his attention to the dice at the bottom of the dice tower——

"14...is the Black Pearl that departed on the 8th.... I always feel that I will be dragged to be a pirate with this name..."

After muttering a few words, Snow took out half a month's food expenses from his pocket and bought a first-class ticket. Although he had no expectations for the quality of first-class cabins in this era, it was only a quiet restaurant. With a good cook, it was enough to cost him twenty-five pounds more - after all, he was not sure of meeting a red maid who lived in first class.