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"Damn, this map came from nowhere!"
Leonard went to the office on the second floor of Qiaowu District as usual, picked up the teacup, and before he had time to drink a sip of hot tea, he saw a folded map neatly placed on his desk.
He opened it out of curiosity and almost spilled the hot tea in the cup.
On a map that was obviously Backlund's, there were many names written densely on it, and many of them were people he knew.
There's Hastur, Crane, Dwayne Downstairs, and his own name!
More importantly, his name is one of the five red circles.
what is this?
April Fools' Day prank?
Moreover, the more he looked at this map, the more panicked he became, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a map, but a bomb that could explode at any time.
Leonard hurriedly put the map back on the table, took a sip of hot tea to calm down, and his rationality gradually returned amidst the smoke of tea.
He began to ask the Red Glove members who were on duty last night to see if anyone had put this map on their desk, but the answer was no. No one entered or left his office, and no suspicious person was seen.
But there is no way this map would appear on his desktop for no reason!
Moreover, this act of writing names on the map seems to be the work of a psychopathic criminal.
After the investigation failed, Leonard closed the office door tightly and quickly asked the old man inside him for his opinion.
Normally, he might not care too much about this kind of thing, but what happened recently made him feel too mysterious.
"You get too many looks and that's not necessarily a good thing."
"Old man, why are you becoming the Riddler again? Can't you just tell me the answer?"
"Oh, this is something you need to think about."
"Okay, I admit I'm stupid."
Leonard decisively admitted his mistake and wanted to learn from the old man.
Get more useful information from others.
"Shouldn't die."
"should?"
"Is there anything in this world that is 100% correct?"
"Old man, are you trying to scare me on purpose?"
"Whatever you think."
After leaving these words, the old man in his body made no sound anymore. Leonard leaned quietly on his seat and looked at the map on the table with complicated eyes. He didn't know what to do with it for a moment.
Late at night, when dark clouds enveloped the light of the stars, the familiar black shadow appeared outside the window again.
"hehe."
Leonard, who had been sleepless and forced to stay awake, looked at the black shadow that appeared outside the window again, gritted his teeth and said: "Damn thing, don't run away if you can!"
Bang bang bang!
Leonard lifted the quilt, held the pistol that he had already grasped, and accurately aimed at the window and fired several shots!
The brittle glass window cracked, and sharp glass shards flew everywhere.
The black shadow just crawled down, as if some kind of change had occurred, and it easily avoided the incoming bullets.
But before Leonard could take action again, a huge black net fell from mid-air, trying to cover the black shadow.
Sensing the danger, the shadow wanted to escape, but was struck back by a weapon similar to a pan. His figure fell back, twitched, and was enveloped by a giant black net.
"Hiss..."
The black shadow in the net was crawling on all fours, making a sound similar to that of a snake.
Leonard turned on the light in the room and saw the true appearance of the black shadow in the web, a spider with a human face!
It has a finger-long black body hair and white spider down on its abdomen. It has four pairs of eyes, blue pupils, and eight slender spider legs that are as tall as a human.
At this moment, it was half crushed by the giant black net. Its eight eyes were staring at itself, and its mouth was hissing and spitting out foul-smelling mucus that could corrode the giant net in the night.
Leonard felt disgusted at first sight, and felt chilled all over at the second sight.
But he did not raise the gun in his hand and shoot the big spider in the head several times.
Because he discovered that a group of monks in yellow clothes stood around the giant black net.
They stood silently in the yard outside their window, as if waiting for something.
Are they waiting for my ruling?
Leonard realized later, as if he understood something, but also as if he didn't understand anything.
But before he could figure out what was going on, the big spider, which was covered in a giant black web with nowhere to go, let out a hoarse, low, and resentful voice.
"Got you!"
"Leonard!"
"Leonard Mitchell!"
For some reason, when he heard the big spider calling his name, Leonard felt inexplicably panicked. His whole body was cold and bone-chilling, as if he was being targeted by some extremely terrifying existence!
And the sight that stares at him comes from the starry sky above his head!
Leonard's breathing was rapid and his hands and feet were cold. He wanted to say, "It's not me, you got the wrong person!"
But in front of him, the big spider in the giant black web suddenly spontaneously ignited for no reason, black flames shot out from its body, and black smoke was burned that made people want to vomit.
The black smoke floated upwards, looking like a big spider, or like the pattern of some mysterious curse.
In the sky, the shrouded black clouds dispersed, and the light of the crimson moon and stars dissolved the layers of black smoke into nothing.
The monks in yellow clothes were bathed in the light of the stars, with solemn and pious expressions.
Leonard's throat was dry, and he was thinking about what to say. In front of him, the monks in yellow clothes silently left his courtyard.
Soon, he was the only one left around, and the still brilliant starry sky above his head.
Chapter 476 Newcomer in Tarot Club, Mr. Star
who am I?
where am I?
What am I doing?
Leonard looked out the broken glass window and fell into deep thought at the place that had burned into a pile of black powder.
Now he really wanted to smoke a cigar to calm himself down, preferably one with thicker leaves and a strong flavor.
What happened tonight was really beyond his expectation. He was like a spectator standing under the stage, and suddenly he was pushed onto the stage and staged a drama that even he himself could not understand.
Although from the current point of view, he has not suffered any losses, he always feels that his heart is filled with panic.
The goddess of the night, the Fool, and the stars, have their eyes really fallen on me?
So who pushed himself out and staged the drama tonight?
Or, all of them?
Leonard suddenly smiled, so what if he knew the answer, it would just add to his worries.
"Old man, why don't you come out and say a few words tonight?"
"Misfortune is the beginning of good fortune."
"That's how I comfort myself."
"That's not necessarily a bad thing."
"Is this statement true or false?"
"Ha, next time you want to pretend to be serious, first stop your legs from shaking so much."
"Oh, I can't control it."
Leonard looked down at his trembling legs, with a wry smile on his face.
He knew that he would definitely be in big trouble tonight, but he hoped that there wouldn't be any big problems in the future.
In the Hall of Stars, Hastur is overlooking Backlund.
It can be said that half of what happened tonight came from his instruction.
When the yellow monks found the map full of names in the dungeon of the workhouse, they fully understood the true purpose of the mysterious black figure.
It is an old spy from an outer god outside the starry sky. Its purpose is to find people who may be among the stars. The Fool may also be within its investigation scope.
This means that there are already outer gods who are doubting the true state of the stars.
We want to take care of the star boarding bodies that are hidden within the initial barrier and have not yet grown up before the stars have completely ascended the starry sky.
The host body is like the relationship between the Lord of Mystery and the travelers above the Origin Castle such as Klein.
Those densely packed names are the suspicious objects in Backlund. They all have more or less unusual aspects.
After a series of explorations, it focused on five names circled in red.
Crane, Dwayne Downstad, Leonard, John Jones, and myself.
Last night, it probably leaked the dungeon on purpose, threw out the map as bait, and then took the opportunity to target the most likely target.
Because under the strict search by members of the Yellow Monks, there was not much time left for it.
Hastur guessed its thoughts, so naturally he couldn't let the gardener and cook bring the map back to him.
Klein and Dawn Downstairs are the same person, a fool, so naturally they cannot be exposed to the old eyes of the outer god in the starry sky.
The only suitable options left are Leonard and that John Jones.
Hastur originally wanted to choose John Jones as bait, but this person did not exist at all. It was the guy Will who deliberately introduced him to prevent himself from disaster.
So
, his only option is Leonard.