Mystery: The Star Key

Ignat didn't follow John's words, and immediately went to the head of the circus. Instead, he sat down and carefully sorted out his memory.

What happened just now made him pay more attention to the memory inheritance of this body.

He was murdered.

He had to figure out the cause and effect of this matter.

After all, in the eyes of others, he didn't die at all! I'm sure I'll kill him again!

After John's reminder, Igna remembered part of his memory.

He looked at his pale palm, then raised his eyes and glanced at the mirror in front of him.

Igna took a deep breath and placed his hand on the mirror according to the knowledge he recalled.

Suddenly, like magic, in Igna's eyes, the world seemed to suddenly become blurred. Like a Van Gogh painting, it has extremely warm and beautiful colors.

Igna knew that as long as he wanted to, he could step, step over the mirror, step over the tent behind the mirror, and walk outside the tent!

It was as if a door had been opened out of thin air!

A door he can walk through freely!

Moreover, Igna also knows that not only mirrors, he can also pass through walls and cages, and he can go anywhere!

But Igna didn't do that. He pulled his hand back from the mirror.

Then he looked back and forth at his palm twice, and tried to put his palm on the mirror twice, and determined that being able to pass through the wall was not really his illusion.

This aspect also confirms that everything seen in the dream should be true, that is, there is a real supernatural ability in this world that can be freely used by human beings, and the competition and balance between the unsnoopable mystery and the unseen mystery that must be paid to obtain the supernatural ability.

"It's not bad news, right?"

Although the existence of an unseen mysterious world is a system completely different from his cognition, the good news is that at least he is not neurotic. If it is a mental illness, it will be very difficult to deal with. Rather than fighting against the disease, Igna is more willing to explore the mystery.

Once again testing the ability to "open the door", Igna looked at his palm and couldn't help but fell into contemplation.

"What is the principle of this? Quantized transmission and recombination through mysterious forces?"

"Is it completely irrelevant to science?"

Ignatius, who has been influenced by scientific socialism for a long time, has studied this ability for a while, but he has not found any laws that can be explained from a scientific point of view.

"It's really unscientific." But Igna didn't bother about it.

The most important thing now is not whether science is unscientific, but whether it is useful.

And this ability, without a doubt! very useful!

It is a magic weapon for running away to save one's life!

No one can catch me! Catch me and I can run away too!

Encouraged, Igna started to study other abilities.

I saw that Ignat first snapped his fingers, and a flame that was one meter high rose from his fingertips.

Then, with a pinch of his fingers, the flame disappeared, and a flash of light that could almost blind his eyes appeared in front of his eyes.

His index finger twitched, and mist filled the ten-meter radius around him.

…

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the tent, Igna put all the knowledge in his mind into practice, and while confirming the role they could actually play and the scope of their role, he summed up the strange abilities he possessed.

"It looks a bit like the basic magic of the Western Fantasy World."

"But you don't have to sing, you can cast spells quickly. You don't need a medium like a wand."

"There are many types, but basically they can only be used to bluff people. They basically do not have the ability to kill."

"It's basically the spells that first-year students at Hogwarts can master. But the spells that can be used are quite wide, almost including the low-level spells that can be involved in the Western Fantasy setting world."

"Is this why the Abraham family to which the original owner belonged was able to become a noble?"

Although it seems that these spells can only be good-looking and don't have much effect on the enemy, Igna still had a good time.

And through the process of these quick spells, Igna thought of more things.

In this world, it is indeed not completely scientific.

Here, there are steam engines, differential engines, steam airships and steel cannons, and the overall level of technology is roughly in a wave similar to the first industrial revolution.

However, he is different from the world Ignatium used to live in.

It also has its mysterious side.

In this world-

There are gods who can descend;

Extraordinary species with strange abilities;

Spells, incomprehensible extraordinary abilities.

And, the sequence of twenty-two gods that can endow human beings with special abilities.

And the original owner of this body, Igna Abraham, is the Sequence Eight Extraordinary who is also known as the apprentice pathway—the master of tricks!

"That's why I used the alias 'Dalot Evans' as a magician in the circus, but called myself a 'Master of Tricks'?" Igna laughed at himself.

As the memory corner was pulled up, more memories came up like a snowball.

Igna thought of the brass ring he inherited from his father.

I remembered that after taking the apprentice potion, I worked hard to learn the knowledge of the occult.

I remembered the unparalleled pain I experienced every time the full moon was full.

He remembered saying goodbye to his father who decided to stay in Aalto.

…

Although looking at the original owner's memory, Igna felt that it was like looking at the identity setting and world setting data in the game.

However, he also had to admit that although this world is very different from where he originally lived, it has a set of bizarre and mysterious "laws" of its own.

"It's really a colorful world." Igna couldn't help but sigh. He is a 3A game player, and the tip of the iceberg of the world now displayed in front of him has made him feel amazing and amazing, and people have a full desire to explore.

"However, the most important point is how to get back." Instead of being lost by the dazzling worldview, Igna still firmly grasped the important main thread.

Therefore, after roughly recalling the common sense about the world in his memory, Igna began to analyze.

He took out the paper and pen.

He wanted to sort out the current situation through writing. He felt that whether he was "dead" or "traveling" seemed a bit strange.

After thinking for a while, Igna wrote in Chinese: "The problem I am facing now:

"1. How did I come here?

"2. How do I go back?

"3. How did I die?

"4. How will death affect me?"

"I don't know the first question. For the second question, I only have a general idea for the time being. Whether it is my world or this world, the technology on the scientific side has not yet reached the level of being able to create a time machine, or travel through parallels. extent of the universe.

"However, there are some unexplainable but real mysterious forces in this world. Maybe it's a breakthrough, and we can start from here in the future."

Writing this, Ignat paused. There was a circle in "Mystic Power", which pointed to the third question.

Then, he continued to write.

"Third, how did I die. Fourth, what impact will death have on me?"

"1. Someone murdered me, but I don't know who, the motive, and the method.

"2. In my opinion, I'm already 'dead', but in the eyes of others, I'm not 'dead'. His assassination was unsuccessful, will he use the same method or a different method to 'kill' 'Me? Will he give up the assassination?

"3. How should I protect my own safety?"

In Igna's memory, he didn't mess with anyone.

Although in the circus, in order to better become a master of juggling, sometimes his movements and words are a bit exaggerated, and his originally handsome appearance has also attracted the attention of some ladies.

However, Igna kept a considerable distance from them, and his relationship with those ladies never reached the point where someone would buy murder for this matter.

"Judging from the performance of my body, the person who killed me is most likely through ① poisoning, ② ... lowering his head."

"The motive is unknown, and the murderer is unknown."

"The existing clues are last night and this morning that have blurred memory. According to John, it is very likely that the incident happened last night.

"So you can start to check from what I did last night. At present, I have no memory. But I have colleagues, maybe I can ask them from their mouths. But pay attention to the method."

When the pen was writing here, Ignatius' hand suddenly stopped.

"But it doesn't seem like there is no way..."

Igna remembered the experience of reading detective literature before.

"Everything that ever existed was once reasonable."

"I don't know if I left any clues about what I did last night."

Igna looked at his place in this room, his box, his bed, and his clothes hanger.

Seeing the cloak hanging by the head of the bed, he never noticed it.

A memory fragment that had been deliberately forgotten suddenly came up.

Ignatius shuddered violently.

"Last night... someone... chased me..."