The trio left the cargo ship, and this was not the right time to be disturbed, and the substitutes had to say their final goodbyes to their dead colleague, then collect his belongings and clean up the scene.

Klein picked up his cane, noticed that old Neil was still covering his left hand, and asked with concern, "Mr. Neil, are you injured?" ”

"Hey, it's just a flying piece of debris. I would have been able to hide from it when I was younger, but luckily, it was only a minor issue. ”

He let go of his right hand slightly, allowing the two of them to see the small wound on the back of his left palm that was still bleeding.

Esther blinked: "It's okay, it doesn't affect eating and playing the piano or anything, but when I go back, I'll take some medicine." ”

Old Neil laughed, "Can Esther still play the piano?" ”

"It's just a little bit, maybe it's almost forgotten." Esther smiled sheepishly in return.

Klein also remembered something: "I remember that Mr. Neil also had a piano at home. ”

"Yes, it's my deceased wife...... If I had the chance, Esther could play it, but I don't know those instruments, I can't learn them. ”

Klein talked about Old Neil's calm reaction just now, and the two of them couldn't help but feel thrilled when they heard Old Neil talk about his dangerous experience when he used to be a night watchman.

Back in front of the Dragon Bar, the three of them separated, with Old Neil taking Esther back to Black Thorn Security, and Crane back to his home on Daffodil Street.

But Klein was still thinking about what the guards had described when Ademisor went crazy, and he noticed that Ademisol was quite normal next to Esther, although Ademisol immediately covered his eyes out of instinct when he saw Crane.

But his performance was so normal that it made Klein suspicious.

On Sunday afternoon, after catching up on last night's sleep at Chanis Gate, Crane took another horse-drawn carriage to the Dragon's Bar. This time Crane didn't go to the company to call Esther, he wanted to see Ademisol alone and ask him what he had seen before.

Walking through the billiard room and stepping into the underground market once more, Crane saw him directly in the corner where Ademisore frequented the most.

Ademisor, whose shirt was still old and his patched coarse cloth trousers, was much cleaner than the last, and he sat quietly on a bench, reading with a book in his arms, occasionally spitting out two words in his mouth.

He's reading? He was reading with all his senses!

Crane rubbed his eyes and stared at Ademisor in amazement, as if sensing that someone was watching him, and Ademisor looked up. The moment he saw Klein's appearance, Ademisor's book blocked his face, blocking the line of sight between the two, allowing Crane to clearly see the cover of the book, which was a children's book.

Ademisor quickly put the book down again, staring at it with a pale face, not daring to look up again.

Crane approached Ademisor's direction, tapped his left tooth twice, and checked Ademisole's aura through his vision. To Klein's surprise, the outer layer of Ademisor's aura was wrapped in an extremely faint layer of golden light, like a pure and warm cocoon, enveloping his whole person.

Ademisor's physical health is still relatively weak, and the emotional color inside reveals obvious tension and fear, but there is also a touch of rational thinking blue that is constantly diverging. A faint transparent silk thread stretched out on the astral spirit that should have been hidden inside, penetrating the etheric body and combining with the outer light cocoon, conveying pure light from the deepest depths, forming a strange cycle with the light cocoon, and finally re-entering Ademisor's star spirit body.

Klein tugged at the corners of his mouth, it was like parasitism, was Ademisore really not going to be eaten by that light cocoon?

Ademisor never looked up, frightened by Crane's approaching footsteps, he slammed the book shut, and asked in a low voice, "Please, may I ask what is the matter?" ”

Crane turned off his vision and asked directly, "What have you seen lately?" The last time I came, I heard that you were hiding in a corner, saying that they were all dead, and they were all corpses? ”

Ademisor bit his lower lip nervously, his fingers picking at the edge of the book turned white, and he struggled with the urge to escape: "I had a dream in which the whole of Tingen was covered in blood. There are dead people everywhere, and I'm dead too! All of them died. ”

Ademisor's Adam's apple agitated: "And then, then the light came, and she gave me peace and calm and woke me up from that nightmare. She talked about chaos and protection, that fate can be changed, and that ...... 'everyone will die, including me.'" ’”

Crane's pupils dilated with shock as it was written in the real Crane diary, a precaution of his trigger at the temple and calling for death.

How could Esther possibly know? Is it a coincidence?

Could there be such a coincidence?

"What else did she say?"

Ademisore quickly glanced at Klein's expression, and immediately lowered his head: "Later, you came, and she left with you, but she stayed with me by my light, and has been helping me, even teaching me. ”

Klein looked at the fairy tale book in Ademisor's hand: "So the light was telling you a story just now?" ”

"Yes, there is a saying from the teachings of our ancestors, 'Knowledge is power'."

The corners of Klein's eyes twitched, unsure whether the "light theory" came from the consciousness of his fellow countrymen, or because Russell the Great had many "golden sentences" left in this world. He rubbed his temples, there were so many things to think about, the identity of the fellow was becoming more and more suspicious, and when he got home later, he would have to do a series of divination in the gray mist.

"Why are you so afraid of me?"

When Ademisor heard this question, his whole body shrank for a moment, but with his slender stature, he couldn't hide anywhere: "I saw something very distant, very terrifying, a little similar to the light but very different. I remember it was a big gray patch, and there was a lot of stuff in the fog, and then it was ......."

Ademisor's narration paused, and he shook his arms and clutched the storybook in his arms, as if he might cry at any moment.

Klein had to ask something else: "That light, do you know what it is?" ”

Ademisor suddenly raised his head, of course, his eyes were still closed, and he looked angrily in Klein's direction: "I don't know! I don't know anything! Don't say any more! Don't ask me! ”

His shout was so loud that the people around him couldn't help but look at him, and Crane had to take two steps back to distance himself, and didn't ask any more questions, thinking about what to do next.

Maybe you can ask Mr. Azik, or take Esther with you the next time you visit him? It's better not to, in case Esther senses that Mr. Azk is special and becomes hostile, and the two of them fight badly. However, what Ademisol saw could be reported to the captain, so that everyone could be vigilant, and if anyone noticed something unusual, maybe they could save Tingen.

Esther, no, what the hell is going on with Dawn? "Light" is the extraordinary power parasitic in her hair? Is that also a seal? Or is it ......

Crane left the Dragon Bar, but instead of taking the bus directly to Zotland Street, he went to the "Divination Club" to make some extra money according to the schedule he had planned for the day.

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Black Thorn Security Company is in the living room.

Carrying two bags of cupcakes and a packing paper bag in her arms, Esther walked in from the outside cheerfully: "I passed by that pastry shop and saw that they had a new product!" ”

Seeing Leonard sitting behind the reception table, her enthusiasm faded halfway: "Huh, where's Roshan?" She asked me to bring her the raisin cookies, which I brought back. ”

"She's talking to Bright about changing classes below, and next week the Beckland Symphony Orchestra is coming to Tingen, and she's making an appointment with a couple of ladies from the same neighborhood." Leonard noticed the bag in Esther's hand, and immediately couldn't sit still, and after graciously taking the paper bag from Esther, he rummaged through it.

"Leonard! I said the cookie was for Rosan! ”

"But the 'baked bee' family is the best grape cookie - it hurts!" Leonard took a cookie in his mouth, rubbed his beaten ribs and flashed to the side, "Why are you so agile!" I couldn't even dodge!? ”

Esther snorted, "It's you who are too slow!" ”

"Someday I'll hide!" Leonard swallowed the cookie vaguely and caught the cupcake that Esther threw in his face, the fluffy pastry with the aroma of chocolate was still warm and smelled quite sweet.

Leonard shook the cupcakes in his hand: "Why do you like desserts so much?" Do you want the future epitaph to be engraved for you with the baking recipe. ”

Esther took a bite of it herself, letting the chocolate and flour melt in her mouth, and the shop seemed to add a lot of butter to it, so that her good mood spread from the tip of her tongue: "That's a good dare!" I like chocolate the most, you can help me carve the chocolate brownie recipe! ”

Leonard's action as he ate cupcakes slowed down: "Are you serious?" I'm just kidding! ”

Esther nodded more and more seriously: "That's it!" So if someone goes to the cemetery, this recipe may be able to dilute their sadness. The thought of a sweet brownie might make them smile a little. ”

Leonard glared at her helplessly: "Don't talk about that kind of thing so freely, it's not a good thing." ”

Esther smiled smugly and took a big bite into the cupcake in her hand, causing her cheeks to puff up slightly from the full food: "That's a great idea!" ”

"Aren't you going to give them all these things? Take it with you. Leonard waved at the other cupcakes.

Esther went down with the other cupcakes in her arms, leaving the grape cookies on the reception table, the sweet smell wafting through the air fading as she descended the steps.

Leonard took another piece of grape cookie and squeezed it into his hand, looking a little depressed.

"Old man, she can't be serious about what she said just now, right? Esther would say that this kind of topic always unstruck me. ”

There was no response, and the old voice didn't bother to answer Leonard's words, but stole all the flavor when Leonard ate a large bite of the raisin cookie.

"Old man!!" Leonard lowered his voice and shouted depressedly.