Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 145 The Mysterious Scroll

Klein originally didn't want the three police officers to enter his room. When there was a knock on the door, he was looking through the notes left by the original owner.

After a brief, relatively polite exchange, Dunn Smith and Leonard Mitchell had a general understanding of Klein's relationship with Welch and Naya, as well as his situation.

Dunn looked at Klein and asked gently:

"On the night of the 27th, last night, you went to Welch's house. What happened then?"

Klein carefully recalled it for a while, shook his head, and replied rather helplessly:
"Mr. Officer, I forgot."

"Well, let me tell you what happened."

As Leonard spoke, he took out a photo from his arms. In the picture, Welch and Naya were lying on the floor, unconscious.

"After you left, Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya fell into an inexplicable coma and lost consciousness. They are now receiving treatment at Tingen Hospital. The doctor said that these two people may never be revived."

He paused, and said word by word:

"According to the results of the scene trace investigation, after you left, a fourth person appeared. After you left, he entered Welch's residence."

Klein looked at him in shock, and the latter then took out another photo and showed him:

"This is the window in the living room on the first floor of Mr. Welch's house. Was the glass broken before you left? Do you still remember it?"

"How could this be? I don't have any memory, I don't know anything, I have forgotten..."

Klein muttered to himself.

At this time, Leonard saw the note behind him, crossed him in two steps, raised the note and flipped through it:

"What does 'everyone dies, including me' mean?"

Klein did not answer. Instead, he covered his head and showed pain, as if "even if you kill me, I still don't know what happened."

Dunn silently watched Klein's clumsy performance, reached out and stopped Beachy Mountbatten who was going to teach him a lesson, and said:

"Since you have forgotten what happened yesterday, wait two days and there will be an expert who will help you retrieve your forgotten memories."

Dunn turned around and went out, walked to the door and then turned back, as if admonishing or warning:
"Don't leave Tingen these days unless you get permission from Inspector Mountbatten. Otherwise, your picture will be published in the newspapers and you will become a wanted fugitive.

Also, if someone you don’t recognize contacts you, be sure to call the police immediately. "

Klein nodded: "I understand, officer."

The three police officers left the room one by one, and Leonard, who was the last to walk, turned around and raised the corners of his mouth:

"You're lucky. No, it's not just you. Welch and Naya are lucky too, just not as lucky as you."

"Lucky?"

Klein didn't know where his luck was, he was transported to this world inexplicably, and encountered such a strange incident.

"Yes, generally speaking, it is normal for all three of you to die. It is really a blessing from the goddess that you are alive to talk to me now."

Leonard patted him on the shoulder:

"Even if the two of them are no different from death...that's why I say you are luckier than them - at least you are still alive."

Leonard closed the door and left without looking back.

The sound of leather shoes hitting the marble floor echoed in the corridor for a long time, like a stone hammer hitting solid ice. Klein was covered in cold sweat, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

It is normal for them all to die...

The fourth person...

……

Chris was in a very good mood at this time. He bought a ticket to Pulitzer Harbor tomorrow morning, which meant that he could give the "ghost shark blood" to Alger in exchange for some specialties from the ocean to make Special potion powder.

Chris also considered whether he should wait a few days before sending "ghost shark blood". If Alger had just made a request for "ghost shark blood" in the morning and received the message the next afternoon, it might be helpful to him. beware.

However, Chris still bought the ticket for tomorrow morning. After all, they were already members of the Tarot Club and teammates who trusted each other. They had to help as soon as possible.Chris sat on the sofa, flipping through the newspaper boredly. He didn't know what to do now. He just wanted to sleep quickly and catch the steam train to Pulitzer Port tomorrow morning.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

There was a sudden knock on the door. Chris jumped up like a wild cat and tiptoed to the door, holding his breath and listening to what was going on outside.

"Bang bang bang!"

The people outside were obviously impatient and started banging on the door.

"Who?"

Chris asked.His hand had already reached into his pocket and grabbed a packet of "Sleep Powder".

The person outside paused for a few seconds and said in a rough voice:

"police!"

Chris opened the door immediately. This had nothing to do with the identity of the person outside the door, but that he had performed a pendulum method when he knocked on the door for the first time, and the divination results showed that he was not in danger next.

A big-bodied policeman strode over and glanced coldly around the living room:
"You're the only one living here?"

"Yes." Chris replied.He kept his hands in his pockets.

"Where's Wilmot?" the policeman asked.

Chris looked at him with a little more vigilance - did he know Wilmot?

Before leaving, Wilmot said that since arriving in Tingen, he had only been in contact with the three members of the Moss Trappist Order, and had almost no contact with other people in Tingen. But now a policeman actually came directly to the door and called him by name. Looking for Wilmot.

"He left Tingen. What happened to him?" Chris asked.

The policeman's eyes kept glancing behind Chris. He looked away and said in an anxious tone:
"Where did he go?"

Wilmot has arrived in Jianhai County now, right?If you don't go after him, why are you looking for me?
Chris cursed, shrugged, and said truthfully:
"According to what he said, he was going to Intis. He left several days ago."

The policeman blushed:

"Did he leave anything behind?"

Chris curled his lips and said in his heart that Wilmot had indeed left me a mess, making me, a former official Beyonder, reduced to leading a secret organization with only three people.

What’s even more ridiculous is that only one of those three people is an Extraordinary, and he has only become an Extraordinary for less than three months.

He recovered his thoughts and replied:
"No."

"really?"

The policeman suddenly showed a tearless expression. He took out a scroll from the lining of his police uniform and unfolded it to show Chris:
"Do you know this?"

Chris took the scroll, which contained a line of words written in ancient Hermetic language:

Recite this and you will receive a mysterious scroll.

"...I don't know you. What's wrong?"

Chris didn't know why. He suddenly felt that the person in front of him was not a policeman at all, but an impostor.

His guess was correct. The "policeman" pulled off his hat and shouted in a crying voice:

"It's just a piece of shit, a waste of 40 pounds!"

Chris looked at the scroll and silently recited the sentence above.

As soon as he finished speaking, the scroll in his hand slowly disappeared and reappeared. The appearance of the new scroll did not change at all, and the words written on it did not change at all. It was still "Recite this sentence, and you will get a mysterious scroll."

Chris twitched the corner of his mouth, and under the pitiful eyes of the fake policeman, he concentrated on reciting it again.

Immediately afterwards, he got an identical scroll.

(End of this chapter)