Mystery makes me strong

Chapter 1233 Tinker

Masao Matsumoto was giving a history lesson to the students, looking at Tsukageda in the back row.

He was a little confused, and always felt that the other party was very familiar and important to him.

But for a while I couldn't figure out what it was.

Until the end of class, when the get out of class bell rang, accompanied by the sound of "Dang Dang Dang", he seemed to hear a voice calling.

"Come back, come back... come back to reality, come back... come back to reality, see clearly the truth of this world..."

"The truth of the world?" Masao Matsumoto felt a headache, and he scratched his scalp hard. Finally, the little hair left couldn't resist, and he left his post completely.

Damn it, I'm completely bald now. Didn't I say that I won't be completely bald in another year?

Wait, how do I know that I will be bald for another year?
Isn't this just before the war, the sergeants said with certainty that the three-month war had begun?
Masao Matsumoto returned to the office.

Familiar desk, familiar textbooks, but why do I always feel that I should be teaching high school?

I'm a top student who graduated from Waseda University!How could it be possible to teach only a poor and run-down middle school?

When this idea came up, Masao Matsumoto felt something was wrong.

He suddenly stared at the clock on the wall.

The clock is running slowly but firmly, no matter how strong, handsome, or smart you are, you can't beat it.

Wise men such as Oda Nobuda, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, and Tokugawa Ieyasu were all defeated in front of it.

It's just that on the clock, why did an eye suddenly appear?One eye with black flames.

Then, the clock began to change again. The hour hand, minute hand, and second hand turned into a bull's head, a pig's head, and a goose's head...

An inexplicable ritual emerged in Masao Matsumoto's mind, where cows, pigs, and geese were placed on a disc according to specific positions.

Then turn the disc, and when the meat on the disc corresponds to the positions of certain stars, he can see the truth of the world.

Thinking of this, he left the office in a hurry without even asking for leave.

He has to go home quickly, he doesn't want to teach junior high school!

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Masao Matsumoto's home was built by a single family, with its own two-story building and small courtyard.

When I got home, I ignored my wife's surprised and flustered eyes, as well as the wrinkled clothes, but hurried into the warehouse.

He ordered beef, pork, goose from the Internet, and then began to make rituals...

And at this moment, he heard the door seem to open and close.

But he didn't care.

He also bought a large silver plate and put the three kinds of meat on it.

Then some weird lines appeared in his mind.

He took out a paring knife, cut his finger, and drew new lines with blood.

Then he looked out the window, waiting for night to fall.

Night is coming soon.

Stars appeared one by one, and he finally saw the stars that appeared in his mind.

He carefully turned the silver plate so that the meat on the silver plate was at the same position as the stars.

This is actually a variant of the astrolabe.

Soon, he got it right, after all, the ritual in his mind was very clear.

He couldn't wait to look at the silver plate.

Three kinds of meat, intertwined together, a naked eye appeared in front of his eyes, and then a tentacle...

Finally, the layers of fog faded away, and he saw another world!
Low houses, barren crowd, numb expressions, slow pace... and the screams from time to time in the distance.

"I really let you find out that you are bald... You actually want to use this kind of witchcraft to curse me, go to hell!"

A man's voice sounded, and Masao Matsumoto, who was greedily observing the real world, found a sharp knife in his chest.

"How could this be? It's all fake! I'm sure I'm fine, everything is fake! Fake!"

He pulled the sharp knife vigorously, but his strength became weaker and weaker, and finally his eyes only stayed on the silver plate.

The omniscience of chaos, the unity of all things, please save me.

However there was no response.

The next day.

Tsukikage was still having breakfast at home, and then a news came on the TV.

"It is said that Mr. Masamori Matsumoto of XX Middle School was murdered. The police have already solved the case. The motive for the murder was that Masamune Matsumoto discovered his wife's cheating. He tried to stop it with superstitious means, but was killed by his lover."

"Every audience friend, please remember that you must use legal means to protect your legitimate rights and interests."

"It's really stupid." The serious father shook his head.

"Yes, Mr. Matsumoto is so pitiful. I even gave him natto." The kind mother said regretfully.

Derailed, murdered in love?

Tsukageda nodded, it was normal, Mr. Matsumoto was bald when he was young, and his wife was very beautiful.

The married woman in Japan has an off-track rate of about 16%, which is close to a one-sixth probability. It is normal to lose the dice.

But he believed that Dao Xiangzi would definitely not be missed.

It's just that today's class can only be replaced by other teachers.

It's a pity that Mr. Matsumoto's teaching level is still very high.

Tsukikageda sighed slightly.

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Outside the campus, inside a KFC store.

"You're so quick, you've snatched such a dry mission..." Player A said while eating fried chicken, drooling.

"Hmph, that old bastard killed me once, and I lost a level of experience, so I'll put a hat on him." Player B said bitterly, and then thought about something.

"This copy of the game is good. As I said earlier, it's time to release these contents. There must be many, many players coming this time." Player A glanced around, hoping to see the young students.

"Yeah, let's hurry up and do a few more missions, and we will grab them later." Player B licked his tongue.

"Well, that's right. Let me see, there is another mission here, the crazy girl?" Player A looked at the mission panel with a strange smile on his face.

Player B looked down at the simple task, but his face changed: "Be serious, we are not real players who are lawless, this girl is very pitiful."

"I didn't say it's not serious, I mean, I want to be a savior, save this poor girl from hell, alas, I really didn't expect that East Island is so dark." Player A sternly said .

"It's good that you understand, you have to remember, we still have a GM recording behind us, do you want to be permanently banned?"

"I don't want to, this game is really fun."

The two stood up while talking, and player B dropped 30 yen on the table, covering half of the table, with a skillful look.

The waiter who came to clear the table was stunned when he saw the money:
"How could someone give so much tip? Anyway, with so much money, it's impossible to forget to take it away?"

Of course, KFC pays first and then eats, that is to say, the money is not meal money, but a tip.

But Japan does not have the habit of tipping. Could it be that those two people are foreigners and do not understand local customs?
"Sir, your money." The waiter rolled up 30 yen and chased out of the fast food restaurant.

However, when he chased out the door, he couldn't find those two people anymore.

The waiter held a thick stack of [-] yuan bills, was stunned for a while, and then quietly stuffed them into his pocket. This was more than a month's salary.

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"Madan, I was deducted 100 points just now." Player B said depressedly.

"What did you do?"

"It is easy to cause NPC suspicion if I say that I throw money randomly."

"Let you pretend, we are tinkerers now, have you seen The Matrix? We are the agents who clean up those awakened NPCs." Player A gloated.

"It's not that I pretended to be aggressive, it's just that I was used to chasing that woman before. Anyway, a little point can be exchanged for 1000 million yen."

The two were talking, and they had already appeared in front of a mental hospital at this time...

(End of this chapter)