The cold winter sun shone tepidly on the cold tombstone. Not only did it not bring any warmth, but it made it look even darker and colder.
Leonard was standing in front of a tombstone at this time, quietly staring at the stone monument in front of him.
Just the night before yesterday, he had a dream about his former colleague, Klein Moretti, who died in front of his eyes.
This is not something unusual. In fact, in the past six months, he has dreamed about his former teammate more than once, dreamed about him being killed by Ince Zangwill, and dreamed about his
The sad scene of the brother and sister.
Although such dreams have become less and less as time goes by, he still occasionally recalls the scene that day, but this time, the dream is particularly clear.
That clear picture, that voice and appearance that belonged to Klein, his demeanor, expression, and everything about him were all so clear, but it was precisely because of this that Klein was somewhat distorted in his dream, and some,
"look familiar".
Then, another figure in his memory overlapped with it!
The back figure in Kano's memory, the ghost on the roof of Kaping Mansion, and the figure that he passed by in the East District!
He was awakened almost immediately by the overlapping figures in his dream. Although he suspected that it was just his psychological effect, he still conducted a round of investigation, and then, using the excuse of jointly handling the case with the Mechanic Church, he saw Sherlock
·Photos of Moriarty.
So, he appeared here.
"Old man, are you sure that there was no external influence on that dream?"
Leonard firmly grasped the shovel stuck beside him. It was obvious that there was no need to hesitate anymore when he got here, but he still asked as if he was talking to himself.
"I'm not sure, but at least I can guarantee that extraordinary people below angels cannot avoid my eyes, and those 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 gently:
"There's no need to attack me if you're above angel level, right?"
When Leslie didn't answer, Leonard just took him as his acquiescence, took a deep breath, and pulled up the shovel in his hand.
The two piles of soil gradually grew taller, and Duxue was exposed bit by bit. Occasionally, people passed by, but they didn't notice it. It seemed that what happened here was just a dream.
Finally, Leonard threw away the shovel, leaned down, and firmly grasped the edge of the coffin lid.
With a sudden force, he lifted up the heavy wooden lid. With an unexpectedly relaxed touch, he discovered that the iron nails that were supposed to secure the coffin lid had fallen off at some point, and there was nothing inside the dark coffin.
Nothing?!
Leonard's hand seemed to have lost its strength, and the coffin lid fell back again with a muffled sound, but his body froze in a half-bowed posture, as if he had turned into a stone statue.
…
"!!!" Klein, who was teaching occult knowledge to Benson and Melissa, was suddenly startled. In front of his eyes, a fog suddenly spread. At the "end" of the fog, there was a stone tablet with the words "
The vague inscription stood on the black soil together with many others of its kind, stained with blood by the crimson moonlight.
"What's wrong? Klein?" Melissa, who had little interest in the occult, immediately noticed that something was wrong with Klein's state, and immediately asked. Klein was awakened by his sister's voice. As the white mist in front of his eyes slowly faded, Klein
Ryan chuckled and said:
"Nothing, just a little spiritual touch."
He used this as a starting point and 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 diviner, he certainly would not despise spiritual enlightenment. After a simple analysis, he felt that there might be something wrong with his Sherlock vest.
"It seems we can't delay it any longer." Klein sighed slightly in his heart, and while telling Benson and Melissa about various taboos with a smile, he had already set a deadline for himself in his heart.
…
In the evening, while Melissa was clearing the table, Benson pulled Klein to the corner and asked in a serious tone:
"What happened?"
"Well, I have to leave for a while." Klein didn't hide anything, and Benson didn't ask any more questions. He just nodded and said:
"I understand, you prepare a copy of the teaching materials, and I will supervise 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 have decided to let us enter the extraordinary world
, there must be a compelling reason, we will protect ourselves, but you must 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 Pulitzer Harbor, was already standing in the ticket office, playing with a coin in his hand.
It was not a magical item transformed by the winner's characteristics, but an ordinary silver coin.
In order to reduce variables, he made a complete board game set for this trip - 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 maximum and attribute all choices to dice. This is his ultimate method to reduce initiative.
"The White Onyx has been delayed for some reason... Is it the goddess's arrangement, or is it the butterfly effect?" Snow looked at the content on the notice board and vomited in his heart. However, he did not deliberately avoid the White Onyx, but turned to the scene in front of him.
All ships heading to the Sonia Sea were numbered, and then the twenty-sided dice was thrown into the Gothic-style dice tower.
Gululu...
"I don't know why, but I always feel scared when I hear this voice... Is it because I used the wrong materials?" Snow frowned, but did not try to explore. Even if it is a spiritual warning, this is also a choice given by fate.
, if you even flinch from the first step, then you might as well go back to Backlund and be a good baby!
After some mental construction, he cast his sights on the dice at the bottom of the dice tower——
"14...is the Black Pearl that departed on the 8th..., I always feel that this name will make me become a pirate..."
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 just a quiet restaurant.
and an excellent chef were enough for him to spend an extra twenty-five pounds - after all, he had no chance of meeting a red maid living in first class.
