Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 267
Chris stayed at Raphael Cemetery until the evening.During this period, the tomb keeper only visited once.

At night, a faint mist rose in the cemetery. In the silence, Chris saw Mr. Azik walking from a distance and stopped for a long time in front of Klein's tombstone.

After Azik left, a few hours later, Chris saw the tomb became loose and saw a pale hand sticking out from inside.

If it was normal, Chris might not be scared to death, but he would definitely be shocked.

But now, he felt a little happy in his heart.

Klein suddenly sat up from the coffin, looking around blankly with his eyes wide open.

Klein looked at the wounds on his body that were slowly healing. He stretched out his arms and climbed out of the coffin.

After climbing out, he closed the stone coffin boards and buried the soil back inside.

The funeral had just ended less than a day ago, and the soil was very new. As long as others didn't open the coffin, no clues would be found.

Klein knelt down and looked at his epitaph, unconsciously reading these three lines in a low voice:

"The best brother, the best brother, the best colleague... colleague..."

Klein stood up and looked around. There were no tombstones on the surrounding land.

He breathed a sigh of relief. If his teammates died, they would definitely be buried with him. Since they didn't, it means that the captain and Leonard didn't sacrifice.

"fine……"

Klein let out a long sigh of relief. The worries in his heart had just subsided a bit. When he thought of Benson and Melissa, that feeling of sadness surged into his heart again.

The way I am now, I definitely can't have anything to do with the two of them anymore.

"This is fate, the fate of the 'Fool'..."

Klein shook his head bitterly and walked outside the cemetery.

He wanted to find a hidden place, perform divination, and find out who killed him.

In the darkness, watching the thin figure of "The Fool" Klein fading away, Chris calmed down and decided to go to Backlund.

Long before, he had followed suit and performed a dream divination like Klein. The divination sentence was "My hope of becoming stronger."

In the dream images that kept breaking and flashing, he also saw chimneys spewing black smoke, surging rivers and busy docks.

Of course this is Backlund.

Chris was not surprised by this divination result and just resignedly accepted his fate.

After staying in the cemetery for a while, he walked towards Daffodil Street.

He always has to do something for Klein.

In the quiet dark night, the gas lamp casts a dim light. It has just rained, and the wet stone pavement can reflect the cold red moonlight.

Chris walked slowly along the road. He had never been to Daffodil Street before, but now he felt very familiar here.

He walked slowly and arrived in front of Klein's house.

He paused for a moment, raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

Klein had just left, so Chris wasn't worried that he would bump into him.

The crisp ringtone of "ring ring ring" came from inside, the door was quickly opened, and Melissa appeared behind the door.

Her eyes were red and swollen, she smoothed her messy blond hair and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Can I help you?"

Chris looked past her and back. In the living room, Benson was also sitting there, and he was not asleep either.

Chris looked back, chuckled and asked:

"Is Mr. Klein Moretti not here?"

Upon hearing the name, Melissa lowered her head and shed another tear.

"Klain..." Benson came over and stood behind Melissa, with red eyes, he slowly continued, "He passed away."

"I don't think so." Chris smiled.

Benson looked at him with a tired expression, but still said politely:
"Who are you from Klein? He has indeed left us. If there is nothing else, please leave and don't disturb us..."

Chris smiled: "Klein did not sacrifice."

"Please leave." Benson said in a hoarse voice and issued the eviction order.Chris thought for a while, but did not prove what he said, so he took two steps back, looked at him, and said unhurriedly:

"You will go to the Municipal Square in a few days and buy two tickets to the circus."

"We are not in the mood to go to the show, please leave." Benson sighed, unable to hide the sadness in his heart.

But Chris seemed to have not heard what Benson said, and continued to say:

"Then you will see a clown with face paint, and he will conjure a bouquet of flowers, a bouquet of Seville chrysanthemums, which symbolizes happiness."

Then, Chris bowed deeply to the two of them, straightened up, turned and left.

Benson watched Chris move away, closed the door, looked back at Melissa, and tried to force out a smile:
"have a rest."

……

after one day
When Klein dressed up as a clown and showed the bouquet of sevia daisies in front of Benson and Melissa, their expressions changed from blank to surprised, and then to shock.

"K...Klein?" Melissa put her hand on her heart and said blankly.

After applying the oil paint, Klein Moretti's facial muscles twitched, but he still grinned and said nothing, neither affirmative nor negative.

"Klein is not dead, right?" Benson suddenly grabbed Klein's hand.

Klein didn't know why Benson and Melissa suddenly asked this, and he certainly didn't think his brother and sister had any mental problems.

He maintained his facial expression and his funny clown smile as he handed the bouquet of golden sevia daisies to Melissa.

This bouquet of flowers, which symbolized joy and happiness, blocked the tears from the corners of Klein's eyes.

The clown turned his head and left, leaving the two standing in place.

Benson and Melissa stood there for a long time. Finally, Melissa raised her head, looked at Benson, her eyes were red, and asked with a smile:

"Is Klein alive?"

Benson has not yet recovered from his surprise. The clown just now did send a bouquet of sevia daisies to him and Melissa.

Exactly what the man said last night.

He also said that Klein Moretti was not dead.

His brother is not dead.

Benson quickly figured out the reason—that man used the "clown presenting flowers" incident to prove that he could predict the future.

Use this incident to confirm that "Klein is not dead."

He turned to look at Melissa, who had a smile in her eyes.

But there is another possibility: the clown is the man from last night.

However, just when Benson had this doubt in his mind, someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

He turned around and the man from last night appeared in front of him.

Chris looked at Benson and smiled.

Benson and Melissa turned their heads at the same time to look for the clown's figure. They saw that the clown's figure had just disappeared around the corner.

This man is not pretending to be a clown.

"He's definitely not dead," Chris said with a smile.

"Where is Klein?" Benson asked hurriedly.

Chris smiled and shook his head:

"I can't say this, but you have to believe that Klein Moretti is indeed not dead. On the contrary, he is still alive and well."

In the slightly suspicious eyes of the two people, he smiled and ordered:
"You two, I have taken a great risk in telling you the truth. Don't ask others about this matter, and don't try to dig Klein's 'grave'. Just remember that he didn't die, and he wants you to be well. Life."

He took out a scroll from his pocket, engraved with a blooming Seville daisy.

Chris smiled lightly: "Do you know what the flower language of Sevia chrysanthemum is?"

"hapiness."

When Melissa said this word, countless golden petals fell from the sky.

(End of this chapter)