Instead of continuing to discuss the drink with Anderson, Crane walked straight back to his room in the cabin, where he needed to send the wriggling hunger to the gray mist first, and it wasn't just his own stomach that was making the sound of hunger.

Returning to his room from above the gray fog, feeling the smell of nausea residue on his body, he planned to clean his body simply and quickly, changing his clothes from the battle.

Whenever this happens, I miss the washing machine, the great god of steam and machinery, when will the four modernizations be realized and the great rejuvenation of the nation will be completed.

Crane sputtered and pulled out a bunch of bits and bits from his coat pocket and placed them on the table, including the master key that automates back to the city and the quest item "Ludville's Bloodstained Corner".

Crane's heart moved, and he pulled over his chair and sat down.

Picking up the pen and paper on the table, Crane quickly wrote down the divination statement: "The location of the owner of the blood stain on this piece of cloth." ”

The illusory picture begins with a large ship with black tulips, then a deck full of rotting living corpses and bits and pieces, and finally a vague figure of Ludwell in the captain's room tending to his wounds.

Crane opened his eyes with some joy in his heart, but he immediately thought that Ludville might remove the blood from himself, so that I could try to tell the location of the owner of the fragment of clothing, and I still had to write to Mr. Azik and ask him to visit Grandma Wolf when he left the seas.

Hey, I'm not a bad person, I just want to help Mr. Azik get back the relics of my ancestors, what's wrong with that?

After taking care of his personal hygiene and putting on his clean and decent coat again, Crane hurried to the restaurant.

After filling his stomach, Crane returned to the deck, carefully and patiently observing his surroundings, keeping an eye out for the mermaid, who Anderson had previously said had encountered in the vicinity.

The Future had been driving smoothly for most of the day, and Crane had been acting as a lookout post on the deck, when suddenly, the sky suddenly darkened again.

After regaining consciousness this time, Klein found himself in an unfamiliar location again.

It's an ordinary house, but it has a TV, a refrigerator, and a washing machine that Klein loves, and the living room is messy overall, with a black and white family portrait of a family of three on the cabinet, but every face is strangely blurred, and the black and white of the photo stands out, which is out of step with the reality of color. The house is quiet, with the door of one of the three bedrooms closed.

Klein walked straight to the closed room, twisted the handle, and pushed the door open.

Crane's heart pounded a few times, and a man with a strange European robe with an unclear face was suspended in mid-air by a sturdy clothesline.

But the strange thing is that although his face is blurry, it gives people a sense of calm and peace, and there is no terrible face of the person who hanged himself after his death, he seems to have just fallen asleep floating in the air.

Klein wanted to take a closer look, and now this vision of returning to a state of high myopia made him both nostalgic and uncomfortable.

Just as he approached, as if to see the man's face clearly, the hanging man suddenly opened his eyes, and his golden eyes clearly reflected a figure, with short black hair, dark brown eyes, a gentle temperament, and obvious bags under his eyes.

Klein took a step back, his heart pounding, and just as he was about to move, the room collapsed.

Klein finds himself in the same library with the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the last time.

Whose dream was it before? It won't still be the goddess of the night, right? It doesn't feel like it. Although I couldn't make out the man's face, I felt that it was a male figure, the robe...... It can't be the dream of the god of lights!

No way...... Was the lamp god committed suicide before the crossing? He doesn't look like he's going to commit suicide at all. He said he didn't remember, did he really not remember, or did he just not want to remember?

Klein wanted to ask the lamp god directly for verification, but he was afraid that he would retrieve the memories that might have been self-sealed.

He calmed down for a while, and then remembered the face reflected in his golden eyes, it was not Gelman, nor Klein, it was Zhou Mingrui hidden in his heart, it really scared him at that time, he subconsciously wanted to attack, but he didn't expect that dream to suddenly shatter.

Klein let out a sigh, walked to the bookshelf, and saw the book "The Inner and Outer Universe and the Real Starry Sky" again, and wanted to take it out to look through it, when he suddenly saw a book with a black cover, "Russell Notes 3".

Klein subconsciously wanted to stretch out his hand, but at this time, the words of the lamp god sounded in his mind, and he thought that every scene here was a dream, so whose dream was this library? The answer is self-explanatory.

My current identity is the Fool's Dependent, and the mysterious queen has most likely identified my identity, and besides, there is a lamp god, and she can't do anything with me, thinking of this, Klein didn't plan to hide it anymore, and reached out to the diary.

Just as he opened the diary and was about to prostitute for nothing, there was a sudden sound of footsteps of "da, da", and Klein did not look up, seizing the time to read the text.

"We're meeting again, Mr. Rogue Black Emperor."

The lady's tone was soft, and she couldn't hear any emotion.

"Hello, Your Excellency the Mysterious Queen."

Crane took Gelman's posture and replied without hesitation, reluctantly moving his gaze from the diary to the lady in front of him.

Chestnut long hair, tall figure, beautiful face, and the color scheme of clothes at the junction of urban and rural areas, the strong contrast makes Klein's eyes very unaccustomed.

"Since you confessed your identity, did you find out that the bookmark was the Black Emperor card because of his diary?"

Bernadette's eyes were a little dark, but her expression didn't change much.

"I can't answer that question."

Klein's voice didn't change, as if he was stating the facts.

Bernadette gives a sense of alienation from a long period of high position, and once she stares at a person in silence and intently, it can make that person feel extremely stressed.

After a long time, she spoke again:

"Have you mastered the way in which Roussel the Great created the kind of text to be interpreted?"

Klein wanted to answer "no" directly, but he was afraid that the existence of the high sequence could directly distinguish the truth and falsehood of the words, he wanted to be silent and not answer, and felt that silence would usually be recognized as acquiescence, so he thought for a moment and replied:

"You can ask the Admiral of the Star."

Bernadette looked at him with azure eyes for a few more seconds before she said:

"You're different from her, and I hope you can share your interpretation with me and I can pay for it."

Klein chuckled and asked rhetorically:

"Why don't you ask the Wishing Lamp?"

Bernadette's tone finally changed slightly, and she said with a slight sigh:

"I can't afford it."

Oh, I'm here for the reward, and the lamp god is the price, and I look down on me too much, Mr. Fool.

Also, in her eyes, she was making a deal with a mid-sequence like me, not a mysterious master above the gray fog.

"Let me know when you need help or need some other clues about the blasphemous card."

Klein was about to continue to imply that he wasn't the one who could read the diary, when the night suddenly ended.

(End of chapter)