Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

"Why would I cram myself into the gap between the liquor cabinet and the wall of the car?"

Klein asked back very unhappily.

"Then you can also hide in the closet." Djinn replied.

"I'm not a cat!"

"Go in quickly, pinch the conductor's old face, and I'll pay." The lamp god urged.

"You owe me at least five thousand pounds, last time Miss Messenger..."

Klein muttered, reluctantly.

"You don't want me to visit the Church of Evernight because I'm too boring."

The god of the lamp coerces and lures.

"That's none of my business, anyway, I'm no longer..."

Klein pulled a clean tablecloth and spread it between the gaps, and sat down reluctantly. The lamp god became dissatisfied again:

"You don't look like an old drunk at all."

"This formal suit is very expensive, you wash it if it gets dirty?"

"Didn't I catch the servant for you? Let Senor wash it." The lamp god said.

"That's still me!"

...

Wendell carefully pushed open the door of the front compartment again.

"boom!"

"Wow!"

"Help!"

The door at the end of the carriage was violently knocked open, a man in a panic rushed in frantically, and immediately after, a group of paper figurines chased him out.

The man was running fast, but the paper man jumped up and down, moving forward with every twist, and was about to touch the man's back.

"My verdict is, leave!"

Wendell yelled, without looking at the result at all, turned and ran together.

The paper man froze for a moment, the simple facial features drawn in pencil actually curved up, smiling like three single brackets.

"Either hide, or find an empty seat to sit down and pretend to be a wooden man."

Wendell yelled loudly while running, the man behind temporarily escaped, and ran forward desperately, and the two ran across another carriage in an instant.

The door opened and closed, and it slapped back with a "bang", temporarily blocking the paper man's sight. Wendell took the opportunity to make a vertical leap, and jumped into the window seat through the sluggish passengers. He put his top hat on his head, then lowered his head to hide his expression.

Seeing Wendell's behavior, the man also hurriedly stopped running, looked around in a panic, but found no empty space, he was quick to wit, immediately got down, and climbed under the seat.

The cardboard man went straight through the door and chased into the car, only to find that he had lost his target. It lingered in the compartment twice, the single bracket turned into a short horizontal line, and left through the next door in disappointment.

The two living people were desperately slowing down and breathing lightly, the carriage was silent, and a needle could be heard.

After several minutes, Wendell let out a long sigh of relief.

Suddenly, an erratic and gloomy voice sounded in his ears.

"Got you……"

Wendell's cold sweat broke out in an instant, and his muscles tensed up. He jumped up suddenly without looking back, and at the same time drew out his pistol, turned around in the air and raised his arms to shoot. The moment his feet touched the ground, his legs exerted force and he turned around quickly Fleeing forward, at this time, the sound of the bullet hitting the wall of the compartment just sounded.

Didn't hit the entity!

This is a witcher bullet! Why doesn't it work on Wraith Shadow?

Wendell was even more worried, and he didn't care about the man before, so he just ran forward sullenly.

The man hiding under the seat heard the gunshots and couldn't help raising his head slightly. He saw the leather boots and the paper flashing past one after another. He waited for a while before he dared to move his body forward and raise his head slightly.

In front of him, half of a large upside-down white face and two dark eye holes were exposed from the edge of the seat.

Wendell ran wildly all the way, and the white group who didn't know what was behind chased him in a hurry. When he ran into a new car, he found that the monster suddenly disappeared for some reason.

Wendell stopped and heard the clear and crisp sound of the spoon hitting the teacup.

Stepping forward, Wendell saw a strangely dressed black-haired man stirring coffee in circles. It was a gorgeous dress that should not appear on a steam train. The dim and dirty lights made this man It feels like an old oil painting.

Hearing Wendell's footsteps, the man raised his head and glanced at him casually.

There is a sense of familiarity... I must have seen it somewhere... golden eyes...

Wendell carefully looked at the man in front of him, and said first: "Hello, you...do you have any opinions on the accident on this steam train?"

The white and transparent fingers stopped stirring, and the man didn't look up, but responded lightly: "Sit."

Familiarity strikes again...Transparency...Drawing...

Wendell's pupils suddenly dilated, and he remembered that it was a mission portrait issued by MI9, looking for an evil spirit with demigod power!

Although he is not often in Backlund, he has also seen that portrait.

"What question do you want to know?"

the man asked slowly.

Wendell had a greater fear than being pursued by the weird ghost. This fear came from a clear and irresistible threat to his life.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the man raised his head again, this time he seemed to be more serious, and said, "You seem to recognize me?"

The man's tone was gentle and flat, but Wendell felt an irreversible feeling from the bottom of his heart. He bit the bullet and said all the thoughts that came to him.

"My name is Wendell, and I'm an intelligence agent from MI9. I've seen your portrait. This is a mission to find an evil spirit with demigod power."

"Oh... so it's you, tsk tsk, you... are really lucky."

The man pursed his lips and showed a playful smile, as if he suddenly became interested in him.

"According to the rules, you can ask me questions when you meet me. I will answer a question according to my mood. Now you can ask."

Wendell tried his best to calm down the turbulent emotions, and he was terrified. He felt that his head was filled with tangled seaweeds, and they were dancing wildly in his brain.

"I...I want to know...how can I get out of here safely."

The man replied with a meaningful smile: "Follow the choice of your heart and abide by the rules of the game. Not only this time, but next time, you can leave safely. This is a bonus suggestion."

"Find the train conductor and tell him all the rules you have summed up. If the answer is correct, he will open the door to the outside world."

"You can continue to explore forward."

The man raised his chin, signaling him to leave.

At this moment, there was a crackling sound from the door stop, and the door was pushed open little by little, revealing half of the head of a brown-haired girl, whose eyes were covered by a brown book cover.

She cautiously looked around the carriage, her eyes lit up when she saw Wendell looking towards her.

After confirming her safety, the girl walked towards Wendell quickly, still holding her book.

"You're all right, that's great."

After speaking, the girl sat in the seat opposite Wendell.

"you can……"

Wendleton stopped talking, and just a few seconds after he turned his attention to the girl, the existence of that terrifying evil spirit completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared before, and he even felt for a moment that he was just now Hallucinations occur.