Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 261 Leonard Mitchell
"Why is Amon here? Did Mr. Flamel let him in?"

"Could it be that he has some plans? Should we tell Mr. Pales? It would be bad if we disrupt the plans of those important people..."

"But it looks really weak. Not a Sequence 2, only a Sequence 4."

"Idiot! If it were a Sequence 2, Mr. Flamel would have come over and devoured him in a single gulp... If Mr. Flamel dares to open Tingen, would Amon's true form dare to come?"

The parasite that had the power to "deprive Hua Xiong of his abilities" started to curse in the mind of the secret society's weird wizard with a look of disappointment.

"Oh, that's right..."

The topic ended, and the two parasites stared with ill intent at Amon, who was parasitizing a Nighthawk not far away.

The era of being chased and blocked by Amon and hiding all day long is over. Now is the era where Mr. Flamel controls the paths of thieves. In the past, blood debts always required the sacrifice of several Amons to be paid, right?

The two parasites from the University of Michigan have already begun to consider whether to slap Amon's clone and change his name to "Hua Xiong".

Don't say it, really don't say it.

"You... you..."

It was like a morning meeting, buzzing in his head, and the secret society's weird sorcerer was completely unable to understand what the two parasites were saying.

But when he realized that the two parasites were shallowly parasitic magicians of the Secret Order, he tried to use the secret puppets to transfer his position in order to get rid of this shallow parasitic state.

Yes, he still has magical items. He is only at Sequence 4 and is only a shallow parasite, so he is not without a chance of winning!
But he was surprised and desperate because he could not sense his secret doll, nor could he use the spirit worm to change his position, let alone control his secret doll and mobilize the magical items on himself and the doll.

Not only that, the spiritual line vision, air cannonballs, changing one's own appearance, illusion... and a series of extraordinary abilities that belong to the fortune-teller path to obtain qualitative changes at Sequence 4, have all disappeared inexplicably!

he……

"Wait, what's my name?"

The Secret Society's Trickster was stunned again, "My name is... Hua Xiong?"

After giving the idiot another slap, the parasites from the University of Michigan who were stabilizing the system program output all looked at the monster that was running towards them not far away.

Under the gaze of Deputy Director Perler, Dunn Smith, Leonard, Tang and Pettigrew, the tall figure, the real body of the strange wizard, and the other secret puppets all twitched and lay on the ground, seemingly having lost the ability to move and could only be slaughtered.

After confirming that the Miskatonic demigod had completely controlled the secret order's strange wizard, Tang looked behind him.

The gigantic monster created by Rel Bieber through black sunlight pollution was also frozen in place.

While the two parasites of Miskatonic were dealing with the secret society's strange wizard, this monster created by high alienation and mental pollution was also sniped by a demigod.

The monster's body was constantly disintegrating, and flowers and green leaves kept growing on its fat, huge body.

In a short while, the countless green leaves and flowers that burst out from its body grew wildly, and soon covered the surface of the monster, which was covered in thick pollution.

These countless eyes, countless mouths, countless teeth, ears and noses frantically attacked the things growing from its body. It rushed forward with all its might, while the things growing from its body took root in the ground that had turned into black soil by the sun's rays, tightly controlling it in place.

'Why……'

For some reason, Klein's head buzzed. As the monster continued to approach, he seemed to hear the huge monster's wailing and tearful questioning.

The questioning voice seemed to carry extremely powerful resentment, hatred, madness, and a deeply hidden, unfading attachment. It roared silently in Klein's direction, and each sound symbolized an echo that seemed to pierce the soul.

He was a little bit incredulous because it was not a language he understood.

"Pettigrew, you heard..."

Before Klein could say anything more, Klein, who had the lowest Sequence among the people present, suddenly fell backwards.

His last view was of the huge monster in the distance, covered in countless flowers. The monster stood still, as if it had become the nourishment for the flowers and plants that absorbed its nutrients and grew on its body.

Dunn, Pettigrew, Leonard, and the others gathered around him. Two figures emerged from the convulsing Trickster...

After that, everything in front of him turned into a blank black, and Klein fainted.

"Honakis..."

"Fregera..."

"Honakis..."

"Fregera..."

Faintly, Klein heard a huge echo coming from a distant region, as if countless people were chanting together.

That echo overlapped with the tearful questioning that Klein heard before he fainted.

"Why...why...why are you doing this to me..."

That voice overlapped with the voice of "Honachis Fragra," and the magnificent sound made Klein feel a slight pain even in his coma.

But soon, the magnificent and layered sounds calmed down.

A somewhat hoarse voice came from a very distant place, as if separated by a barrier of speechless words, and reached Klein's ears.

"Fool..."

"Be careful... Tingen..."

When Klein woke up drowsily, the pungent yet familiar smell of disinfectant washed over his nasal cavity.

Klein was in a trance for a moment, almost having the feeling that he had just had a very long dream. There was no time travel, no Tingen City, and it was all a dream.

But soon, someone nearby who had already noticed Klein waking up made a sound, bringing Klein back to reality.

"woke up?"

Klein twisted his stiff neck and saw Pettigrew and the poetic Leonard Mitchell.

"here it is?"

Pettigrew put away the booklet in his hand. Leonard snorted and pinched the monocle in his left eye socket.

"St. Peter's Hospital... Ah, it's quite interesting to think about. I didn't expect that under the noses of three demigods, our fortune teller would be scared unconscious by that monster." "Leonard." Pettigrew looked at his teammates.

Klein's swollen head felt like a broken string, and his memories before he lost consciousness seemed disjointed.

Yes, when he saw the huge, terrifying monster, his brain buzzed, as if he heard something he shouldn't have heard or seen something he shouldn't have seen. As the lowest-sequence Beyonder among the people present, Klein immediately fainted out of spiritual self-protection.

"How long have I slept?"

Klein rubbed his brow, only to find that he had an injection in his hand. Next to him were several empty IV bottles, and the remaining liquid was still being injected into his body through the hose and needle.

It seems to be some nutritional supplement...

Klein was a little dazed. The senior time travelers had really managed Tingen City very well. Many products from another world appeared here, making Klein, as a time traveler, sometimes feel like he had never traveled through time before.

"Today is Sunday. You have slept for a whole day and two nights. It is already evening."

Klein looked out the window of the ward and saw the sky outside, which was covered in large clouds that had turned a crimson hue due to the setting sun.

Pettigrew put away his pamphlet and looked at Leonard, who was wearing a monocle. "Leonard, please take care of Klein. I'll go call the doctor."

"no problem."

Leonard smiled at Pettigrew and said.

Pettigrew glanced at Klein again and then left the ward.

As the door closed, the only people left in the ward were the seemingly sloppy and unreliable poet classmate "Leonard Mitchell" and Klein, who was lying on the hospital bed and felt a little sore all over.

"Would you like some water?" Leonard asked.

"Well, thank you."

As a patient, Klein quickly accepted his current condition.

He sat up, sipping the water from the cup Leonard gave him, and asked, "Where's the Antigonus family notebook? Did you find it in the end?"

"Well, the demigod in Miskatonic has been found. The monster's final loss of control was due to the contamination hidden in the Antigonus family notebook... It's probably in some restricted area of ​​Miskatonic now, undergoing purification and investigation..."

Leonard shrugged. "But unfortunately, the mastermind behind the disappearance of the notebook doesn't seem to have done anything about it."

"After all, it wasn't just the demigods watching at the time. That person was also watching."

"That one..."

Is it the "embodiment of fallacy and loopholes", the angel in Tingen City?
"Yes," Leonard said, raising the corner of his mouth. "But don't you think this is really interesting?"

"That person could have easily solved the problem with just one move, so why did he never take action, and only displayed his power to a certain extent?"

"As an angel, a powerful figure in the God's Path, at the top of the Sequence Potion Pyramid... He could have easily intervened when Welch and Naya took the notes from the restricted area of ​​Tingen University Library. He could have prevented them from taking the notes, denied the Secret Order any opportunity, and given the mastermind behind the scenes no chance to profit."

"In fact, if we just remind Tingen University, Miskatonic and the Nighthawks, there won't be so many problems."

"His completely laissez-faire attitude has even prevented us from even finding the shadow of the mastermind behind this..."

Leonard's voice became lower and lower.

"I always feel that this matter is not that simple. Is there really only a third party behind the theft of the Antigonus family's notes?"

"Klein, I don't think you know that Tingen is called the City of Miracles, not just because it has many miraculous creations that transcend the present..."

Klein frowned fiercely. From Leonard's words, he suddenly realized many problems that he had not noticed before.

Klein was about to ask why Tingen was called the City of Miracles, but just as Leonard was about to continue, footsteps were heard outside the door at an inopportune moment.

Leonard immediately shut his mouth and returned to his previous nonchalant expression with a smile on his face.

He mouthed to Klein, "We'll talk next time."

After saying that, Leonard stood up, said hello to the doctor and Pettigrew who pushed open the ward door and came in, then walked out of the ward with his hands in his pockets.

Klein had just woken up and was still a little confused. Only then did he realize what Leonard had just said.

"You didn't try to stop Welch and Naya from taking the Antigonus family's notebook. Are you deliberately indulging yourself?"

why?
Klein found what Leonard said even more unbelievable, but when he thought about it carefully, he realized that what Leonard said actually had many loopholes.

Could this guy be just going crazy and trying to scare him?
Well, he remembered the sequence 7 on the captain's path, and the potion was called Nightmare.

Is this to give him a nightmare so as to help digest the potion?
The doctor quickly examined Klein and confirmed that he was just a little weak. Then Pettigrew thanked the doctor and handed him the lunch box on the bedside table.

"You haven't eaten for a day, eat something first."

Klein chewed the food in his mouth in silence. His outward appearance seemed as if he had not yet recovered from his previous state.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can stay here for a few days. St. Peter's Hospital is the largest comprehensive hospital in Tingen City, and the security here is also very strong. The mastermind behind this is unlikely to attack you here..."

Klein swallowed the food in his mouth and looked at Pettigrew.

"However, if I follow Leonard's idea, the only impact of this situation would be... causing my time travel?"

Welch and Naya were dead, the original body had committed suicide, and the Antigonus family notes were allowed to be taken away. Was this the only benefit Klein could think of?
Leading to a 'lucky guy' who, under the manipulation of Antigonus' notes, luckily escaped certain death?
But he didn't understand and felt that what Leonard Mitchell said was mysterious.

Can time travel happen so easily?

Klein was silent for a moment, then asked:
"Peddigrew, Leonard just told me something."

After what he just said, Klein felt that Leonard wasn't as simple as he appeared, and he probably wasn't just trying to scare him.

He had no choice but to hide it, and he had no reason to hide it.

There must be something wrong with this person saying such things to Pettigrew quietly when he and the others were not around.

Either there's something wrong with him, or there's something wrong with his brain. For example, what do people in Tingen like to have, "paranoia"?
(End of this chapter)