ghost on paper

Chapter 41 What a coincidence
On the way to work.

Truman stopped by a newsstand.

Compared with the number of newspapers sold by newsboys, there are more types of newspapers on the newsstands, and there are even newspapers published in countries other than the Pleiades Republic.

While flipping through the "Lundinian", looking at the reports on the "Moon Night Knight", feeling the imminent move of "share".

'Share' is indeed growing, very weakly, and momentum is looming.

It's far worse than when you get along with Hei Sha.

But there are also improvements.

This proves that as long as the residents of Lundiny start to pay attention to the so-called 'Moon Night Knight', they will turn this attention into positive feedback and add it to Truman's 'share'.

It's small now, but in the future it may be big enough.

As long as I keep on performing, keep on performing, and more on acting...Truman finds that he has developed a passion for 'acting'.

After reading the "Lundinian", Truman would of course buy a copy. At this moment, he suddenly remembered a newspaper that the owner of the workshop had said - now Truman attaches great importance to every word said by the owner of the workshop.

"Is there "Pursuit of Truth"?"

"Yes, 15 silver orders per copy."

"What?" Truman doubted his ears.

However, he still took out 15 silver orders to buy a copy of "Pursuing True Knowledge", which was one-third of his daily salary in the shipping company and five days' salary of an ordinary coal miner.

A very expensive publication.

And it's thick enough, it's basically a booklet, fifty or sixty pages thick, just looking at the table of contents, Truman was attracted.

'A Preliminary Analysis of the Carriers of the Bronze Tripod Vessels at Jiaderingxu'.

'On the inevitable relationship between the production quantity of Lingxu and the date of discovery'.

‘驳伦纳德关于灵文连续性的研究，2、3、5、7、10、14、20、21、28……50之上的连续性不可能存在’。

……

Ordinary people reading this newspaper will only have the idea of ​​what this is.

Truman was completely attracted, and even stopped and watched for a long time.

The owner of the workshop is right, "Pursuit of Truth" can really broaden his horizons.

It turns out that there are so many people in this world who are studying spiritual texts!
……

Just got to work today.

Truman saw something.

Hei Sha didn't come to work.

Truman was inexplicably disappointed.

Why am I disappointed... Analyzing this weird idea, Truman suddenly found that he was disappointed because he could not perform in his daily life without black veil.

Am I going out of control?

Nothing.

Truman evaluated himself, and he didn't have the urge to 'perform' at all.

After a hearty performance that night, the performance desire has been satisfied.

Nothing.

That's when my mind started to pervert.Truman thought.

Hei Sha didn't come to work, so what disappeared with Hei Sha was the 'Mystery Monument' in the confidential area of ​​the warehouse.

"The stele was taken away?" Truman was surprised.

The apprentice who reported the news to him seemed a little lucky.

"Yes, I didn't see it this morning. It seems that it was transported away last night. Thinking of what happened to Mr. Abu, this must be a good thing, otherwise I don't know which gentleman will be responsible for it."

Truman felt even more disappointed.

Not only did the audience disappear, but the stage also disappeared... Truman couldn't help but sigh.

……

A boring day.

A gold pound was earned, but the steward did not come, and no wages were paid.

If Truman were to write a diary for today, it would be the above.

Truman even disliked this peaceful life a little bit.

Once again, he experienced a change in his thinking.

When he was working, he would even fantasize about the feeling of Lundini's night wind passing by his ears.

Back to the apartment after get off work.

The landlord said that someone was waiting for him, so Truman saw 'Hui Ji' in the living room.

Hui Ji was wearing a navy blue suit, a white shirt, and gold-rimmed glasses. He was sitting on the sofa, looking upright, looking very serious and strict.

"Letter." Huiji said, and then handed a letter to Truman.

"Whose one?" Truman asked subconsciously, and then realized that he asked nonsense, it must be a letter from the owner of the workshop.

The accountant left after delivering the letter. The landlord looked at his back suspiciously and wanted to ask who Truman was. Truman had already gone back to his room to open the letter.

……

The content of the letter is: "Prevent Hei Ya from identifying and translating that piece of 'Mystery Monument', if possible, destroy it. I hope you like this job."

I knew it.Truman thought.

The things of the workshop owner must be very expensive.

……

In the dim light of the apartment.

Truman is studying how to complete the task assigned by the workshop owner.

He is a man of credit.

After taking the remuneration from the workshop owner, it is natural to find a way to complete this task.

Naturally, a strong attack is not advisable. Truman has proved before that in Heisha's hands, he cannot snatch the pottery tablet.

But his other identity as an appraiser was good enough at this time. Heisha had invited him to appraise the pottery tablet together, so Truman should be able to get close to it.

How to destroy this 'mystery monument'?

Truman thought about it all night, but he had no idea.

……

But that night.

The favor of fate has come.

popping.

In the middle of the night, there was a gentle knock on Truman's window.

Truman, who had just returned from the earth and was considering whether to sleep naked or put on clothes, was taken aback.

He looked out of the window, and from the reflection of the light, he could see a crimson tentacles gently tapping on his window lattice.

crackling...

Truman only felt that his "share" experienced a slight crack at this moment, and the pressure of life was too great.

He took a step back, stretched out his hand to caress his face, and put on the silver mask.

An invisible 'membrane' covered Truman's body, he became transparent like a chameleon, and disappeared in the candlelight.

The anomaly in front of Truman's eyes continued. The scarlet tentacles, which had become thicker than before, pushed open the window, supporting a human figure that was mostly bloody and bloody, and floated in.

"I know you're home." Anton said, half of his mouth showing sharp teeth and half showing wriggling granulation.

Truman was silent, and began to walk quietly towards the door.

"I need your help." Anton continued, "There is a spiritual carrier in the shape of a pottery tablet, and I need it."

Ah, what a coincidence.I need it too.But I don't need you... Truman said to himself.

Anton said: "I will have it, and then if you will translate it for me, I will give you my last remaining trait, you will need it, and that will save you from all the 'divinations of the supernatural class. ' or 'precognition' properties."

He said: "That would be very useful to you. You know, someone has been watching you until this moment. We have very limited time to talk."

This moved Truman a little.

"I can find you at any time. I have used the seven-star lamp for divination, and I know that this is the right time, the time when you are most likely to agree to my request." Anton said, "And you took my deposit."

Truman found that no matter where he went, Anton's eyes followed him all the time, and the tentacles behind Anton, which were as thick as a human being and taller than a human being, were buzzing with something, probably "Seven Star Lantern" 'Bar.

Truman sighed, but took off his mask helplessly, and his figure resurfaced in the air.

"First, I want to ask a question." Truman said, "You are not Anton, who are you?"

Hearing this question, Anton showed a sigh-like expression on his terrifying face, which was enough to bring nightmares to any ordinary human being.

"I come from a distant world, and in that world, my name is Zhuge Liang."

(End of this chapter)