Another World Bookstore in Yokohama

"Are there any specific activities for this sacrifice?"

Being led by the boss to walk up the steps made of flower vines and marble, Gide asked.

He has nothing to do.

The stairs are extended to the sky.

"Well...it's really nothing," Lin Yuan, who was walking in front, pondered for a while, and found a good entry point to start his narrative.

"For example, the Chinese New Year here in China and the Christmas in the West, the main event is the finale. This is the same, there is a flower feast at the end."

"In the beginning it was as peaceful as usual."

"Calm..." Gide muttered softly.

Is this serious?

Lin Yu'an continued, "After that, it's what I'm going to prepare now,"

As if thinking of something, he suddenly stopped and stopped talking.

Gide:?

Looking at Lin Yu'an strangely, Jide asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's almost here." The man smiled, "Just keep silent for another five seconds."

"?" Gide looked at the distance where there was only a piece of blue sky in front of him, and tried to open his eyes wide until his eyes were tearing open, but he could only catch a glimpse of the colorful flowers on the ground.

Nothing?

"Boom!" There was a light sound of the heel hitting the stone surface, and Gide stood on the long and wide marble steps under his feet, his pupils shrank.

His field of vision changed, and what caught his eyes was no longer the endless blue sky, but a blocked stone wall—they stood on the top of the mountain!

Then, being pulled by the boss to turn sideways, Gide followed behind and continued walking.

Turn a corner.

He saw a ring-shaped ring of water that went straight down to the bottom of the mountain, and liquid flowed out from the peak at the top.

Gide watched the boss step forward with a single arm, and made a hand gesture, and the surface of the water emitted a layer of faint red light.

About half a minute passed.

Lin Yu'an put down his hands, smiled and looked at the dull man beside him.

"Is this a mountain?"

This problem is really obvious, and there is nothing to hide, but Lin Yuan will not hide anything from Gide, he said directly: "Of course not."

"It's just a container."

"Then it will take an hour until the official start. During this period, let everyone get ready."

Thinking of something vaguely, Gide opened his eyes wide.

Is it...

"You need to clean yourself first." Lin Yuan said directly.

"At that time, the scene will be automatically changed, and our clothes will also exist in a different form. Even in the water, there will be enough cloth to block the line of sight, and I will add an illusion and an appropriate amount of enchantment to this."

"Don't worry about safety and security issues."

"It's not just for washing your body, is it?"

"Of course, if it's for that, a large-scale cleansing technique is enough. This is mainly to add a buff to everyone."

"Buff?"

"Well, it's the kind that makes people feel full of energy all day without any side effects. Now everyone in the world has different work and rest schedules, and I don't bother to disturb their biological clocks. This is one of the reasons why we have to do this first."

"Of course there are historical and traditional factors, but it's not convenient to go into details."

"That's all right," said Gide.

***

"Lord Francis!"

A brown-haired woman hurriedly trot over.

Standing in front of the blond man, Alcott heaved a sigh of relief looking at the three people who looked happy in front of him.

"What's the matter, Alcott?" Francis asked.

The woman scratched her head nervously: "It's just that there was a lot of movement last night, so I'm more concerned."

"But now that everyone is smiling happily, I feel relieved."

After hearing it, Francis looked at Seltan and teased, "Have you heard Seltan?"

"Ah~" Seltan blushed slightly, hummed in shame, and pushed the man's chest, "Stop talking."

"Mom really made us miserable—" Jacqueline pretended to lament, and then hurriedly covered her mouth when the woman looked over in shame and angrily, and laughed out loud.

There was a commotion in the distance, and several people turned their heads to look.

It was John and the others, followed by a not-so-common person.

"Speaking of which, why are we the only ones in this villa area?" Francis asked after staying for a long time.

Before, I only cared about the inside of the house, but I didn't see or visit the surrounding residents much.Now suddenly the surroundings became nothingness, but he only saw his daughter and wife.Also, the former members of the group have just come here from far away.

"During the period when you didn't come back," Seltan said, "because I lived here all the time, but I didn't actually have the money to pay for my living needs. The management of the villa and the water and electricity were also a bit... At that time Some neighboring residents were making trouble."

"Later, John noticed that he seemed to feel that it was a bit troublesome to protect it all the time, so he evicted all the other residents."

Francis was about to ask something more, when John Stabeck who just walked over shouted, "Ha! Don't you even say hello!"

Startled, the corner of the man's mouth twitched: "John?" He was extremely excited.

"Well~ that's it!" Getting the desired reply, Stabeck yelled, and walked in another direction upside down.

"What's wrong with him?" Francis looked at Edgar Allan Poe who got up with him.

The man with long bangs laughed and explained: "Miss Agatha was drunk before coming here, and then brought me to you for some reason."

"Agatha?" Hearing this, Francis looked at the woman in a foreign dress standing behind the two.

The woman snorted, "What? Surprised to see me?"

"It's really unexpected," the man nodded, "So, what are you doing here?"

"As you can see, I'm bored~" Agatha Christie shrugged.

"I thought you should have business to do."

"That's what you thought."

"No, it's not what I thought. Voynich had texted Alcott earlier and said that you have a transfer of money to deal with this morning."

"That doesn't require me to come forward, she can handle it by herself."

"You really didn't come out, no, in other words, haven't you met her once?"

"so?"

"You are very disrespectful."

"I respect it very much." Agatha said emphatically, and she dispatched her most capable men.

The man sighed.

If this conversation continued, there would probably be another quarrel, and Francis turned to talk about other topics.

He looked at the drunken Steinbeck beside him.

***

All kinds of clues are really difficult to resolve.

The seemingly perfect layout is actually full of mistakes and omissions.Even a scammer who can play everyone into applause, the emptiness in his heart is actually so huge that no one can know.

And this is actually his loophole, or weakness.

Fyodor squatted among the flowers one by one, looked at the beautiful blue sky in the distance, and sighed faintly.

I don't know why, but thinking of this, a wry smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth.He also raised a flamboyant smile.He can easily leave that prison, but a plan is a plan, and it's fine to go out for a short time to let the wind go. If he is always so casual, I'm afraid that man will not let him go.

On this flower field, he felt that he had obtained a sense of satisfaction from the depths of his heart, full and overflowing.Those dangerous thoughts that disappeared without a trace, he tried to think, deliberately thought, but pleasant, he didn't want to put it into action at this moment, not at all.

This is very pleasing. To him, although it may seem inexplicable to others, it is indeed a happy thing.

However, it's still a little lonely.

"Lonely?"

A long-haired man came from behind and jumped beside him.

Fyodor smiled slightly, and looked at the handsome visitor beside him.

"Sigma."

"Hmmmm~"

"What are you doing here?"

"Just passing by."

"Don't make trouble."

"Okay," Sigma shrugged, took out a small cube-shaped box from his pocket, and handed it over, "This is what you want to hold, keep it safe." In a business-like tone.

It appears to be the person's request.

"What's the use?" Fyodor took over.

The long-haired man snorted, "You'll know when the time comes." Then he stopped talking.

"Oh....."

It looks like a dangerous item, probably the kind that will explode.

......

Fyodor lowered his eyelids and let out a series of low-pitched laughter.

...

He was actually considered an abandoned son?

The old man seemed to be getting old and confused.

The author has something to say: Voynich is the author of The Gadfly.

Agatha's setting is a somewhat arrogant young lady (in front of familiar people), but for some unfamiliar people, um.

A lot of private settings...

In the first paragraph, I felt like I was in the water and covered my face.

The plot of this day passed quickly, I speeded up, but the block was not going anywhere fast. (whispers)

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