Mystery: Paradox Path

Rewinding the time half an hour ago, Mister Fool woke up from his restless sleep with Mr. Devil's unstoppable call for morning service, and looked at the gradually less barren scenery outside the car window. He knew that the distance from Backlund, it should be Not far.

Going to the bathroom of the train to take a turn, to settle the savings of the night, the main thing is to see if it is Mr. Devil who is praying Pray to him, if something happens to any Tarot Club member, it will be bad.

After coming out of the bathroom, the voice of the train attendant also began to echo in the aisle.

As the whistle echoed on the platform, the speed of the steam train gradually slowed down.

More than 20 train carriages slowly leaned against the platform. Klein, who was wearing a formal tuxedo and a half-height silk top hat, carried an exaggerated suitcase that did not match his size, and set foot on the most prosperous city on the North-South Road. , the capital of all capitals - Backlund.

The light yellow morning mist filled the vision, and even the morning sun, even with the light of the gas lamps, was not enough to dispel the gloom and darkness in the station.

"It's so foggy early in the morning?" Klein shook his head slightly, but the joke he had read in the Tussock News flashed in his mind. For the editors who ridiculed the air conditions in Backlund, He seems to have been able to understand their mentality.

But speaking of Tussock News...

"The author of "Phantom Blood", Snow, should be Mr. Devil, right?" Klein didn't actually see jojo before crossing, so he didn't "Mr. Devil wrote the bedtime story that the senior transmigrator told his children into a novel and published it. "Cognition.

He just sighed that this gentleman's time management ability is really quite good. He can be a cultist and a veterinarian at the same time. While serving the noble ladies, he also has time codes.

Shaking his head lightly, Klein took out a gold watch with a bracelet worth nearly seven pounds from his arms, and pressed it open with a snap. On the dial outlined with gold threads, the hour and minute hands pointed to 6 and 6 respectively. 3 position.

"Six-fifteen. It's a bit early. Wouldn't it be too rude to ask for rent now?"

Looking at this time, Klein shook his head slightly, avoided the black hand touching his pocket, passed through the crowd, and finally found a relatively open place.

Probably because the sadness, pain, confusion, and frustration of losing a place to stay were so intense that when he covered it with a smile, the feedback he got was so strong that he didn't even take the potion. By a week, there has been a clear tendency to digest.

If it goes on like this, even if he doesn't do anything, as long as he maintains a smiling face every day, he will be able to try to be promoted to magician soon.

The only problem is that although the magician's potion formula was procured from Mr. Demon, in order to find the specific ingredients, one must first contact the local Beyonder circle.

But Klein is not worried about this problem, because he knows a local.

Well, it's actually two.

However, considering that Miss Justice joined the ranks of Beyonders not much earlier than herself, Mr. Demon, who has huge occult assets, is more reliable.

"Mr. Demon, I have the identity of a believer of Fools, and there should be no problem with contact. The problem now is that on his face...well, well, his identity in the extraordinary world is a member of the evil organization Aurora Society. , which means that there may be other members of the Aurora Society there, the best way is to send the message directly through the messenger, but this cannot guarantee safety, so please do a divination before sending the letter."

Thinking of this, Klein unfolded the map and newspaper that he had been holding before getting off the car, and then walked towards the nearby park. He believed that no landlord would like a tenant who came to rent after six in the morning, so he Decided to find a place to think about it first.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Azik should be in Backlund now. I don't know if he has received the news of my death, but a strong man like him who has lived for thousands of years should be able to understand the miracle of resurrection? I want Don't go to him?"

Thinking of this, Klein shook his head again. Although he confirmed through divination that Mr. Azik would not bring him any danger, he seems to have contacted him rashly under the influence of Ince Zangwill. , on the contrary, it is possible to let oneself re-enter the vision of that sealed artifact.

"In this way, it's okay to write a letter to tell Mr. Azik to be careful! I finally know why Mr. Demon's ancestors hated the audience route so much!"

When Klein thought of this, it seemed as if a bright light suddenly lit up in his mind, and his eyes also lit up—

"Wait! Mr. Devil? I don't know if Mr. Devil's magical items can stop Ince Zangwill's exploration? But how should I ask? In short, first divination ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and then write a letter. "

……

Just as Mr. Fool was sitting in the park, quietly waiting for the landlord to get up, Snow had already sent away the small Miss Hugh, and the professional smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"This conditioned reflex is too stupid..."

Snow was like yelling, but he felt it was meaningless, so he could only shut his mouth.

Then, he realized a problem, that is, the side effects of his potion, the conditioned reflexes, were three!

And now, he found only two!

It can be seen that these conditioned reflexes are not unavoidable, but they just need to be prepared enough, but the problem is that the conditioned reflexes that you know can be prepared, but the conditioned reflexes you don’t know can be adjusted. , how to prevent?

In the eyes of Lily's disgust, Snow roamed around the room like a husky who had been demolished. What the hell.

Speaking of conditioned reflex, Snow is really helpless, because conditioned reflex may not be triggered once in a lifetime, but once triggered, the result will not only be a problem of social death.

Just like before, if Mr. A hadn't helped him try out the conditioned reflex to call his name, when he went to the Tarot Club, he would call out "Poor God", "Ke Meow", "Kegui" and the like to Mr. Fool. At the moment when he was nicknamed, his Tarot life should have ended, right?

This is still light. The point is, if he saw a postman with a monocle in his right eye on the street one day, and subconsciously said "Morning, Amon", then Snow would not even dare to go. miss!