Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 64 Dan ([-])
For Chris, who is already at Sequence 8, what can cause his inspiration to twitch must be related to the extraordinary, and the degree is not low.

Following the inspiration prompt, he turned into an alley behind the Dragon Bar, carefully jumped over the old wooden box, and after passing a pile of broken wine bottles, he saw clearly the source of his inspiration.

Robert Dan was holding on to the window lattice, his body stooped and coughing continuously. He covered his mouth as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

Dan noticed the noise happening nearby and turned to look at Chris.

When Chris met those red eyes, his heart couldn't help but feel a slight itch in his wrist.

Dan held back his cough, took out a pill from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. He then raised the bottle and drank the remaining half of the bottle in one gulp, then slid the pill into his stomach.

After taking the medicine, his complexion obviously improved a lot, and the blood redness in his eyes receded. He weakly threw the wine bottle to the ground. The bottle shattered with a crisp sound.

"who are you?"

Dan leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.

"It doesn't matter who I am, Dan, your body..."

"Oh, it's the same old problem, cough cough..."

Dan coughed violently again. After he recovered, he wiped his mouth: "If there's nothing else, just get out of the way. I'm leaving."

He tightened the bandage on his hand and staggered out.

Chris raised his left eyebrow slightly and turned on his spiritual vision.

His lungs...

In the state of vision, Dan's lungs had a striking black mass, like solidified oil, and his limbs also turned dark red due to overwork.

"Dan, it's time for you to go to the hospital."

Chris reminded, standing behind him.He had nothing to do with Dan, he was just sympathetic.

Dan paused for a moment, then straightened his back and walked away.

Chris watched his back disappear around the corner and took out the white crystal necklace in his pocket.

He closed his eyes, concentrated his spirit, and was about to recite the divination sentence he had thought of in his heart, when he suddenly remembered that the pendulum method could only predict itself, and could only get two answers: "yes" or "no".

However, the difference in the condition of the pill is visible to the naked eye, and there is no need to use the pendulum method to verify it.

Chris's stomach growled a few times. He looked up at the bright sun, rubbed the banknotes in his pocket, and walked towards the small restaurant he was familiar with.

In an apartment not far from the Dragon Bar
Robert Dan unwrapped the bloody bandage on his hand and reached for the new bandage on the table.

"How long do you plan to stay in Tingen this time?"

The speaker was a man in a cheap suit, about Dan's age, with a messy, neglected beard.

The man took off his top hat and put it on his lap, then handed Dan an apple: "Newly bought."

Dan didn't look up, focused on wrapping the bandage, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Have you sent the medical bills? Corey?"

"Sent it, brother."

Robert Corey took out a brand new money order from his trouser pocket and handed it to Dan.

"A total of 20 pounds, all remitted."

Dan took it, looked at it, pulled out a small stack of crumpled money order slips from the inside of his jacket, opened the clip, and slipped the new one inside.

These remittance orders were sent to his wife to treat his daughter's illness.

His daughter has a rare disease and has been receiving treatment at Backlund, which costs a lot of money every month.Dan and his wife divorced, and she never let Dan see their daughter.

"Are they safe?" Dan asked.

"Safe, keep safe," Corey replied quickly, "They are all using pseudonyms now, even in the hospital. The doctor is an acquaintance of mine and can't make mistakes."

Dan was discovered to be match-fixing when he was boxing in a bar in the East District of Backlund. The two brothers fled in a hurry, buying tickets and fleeing to Tingen.They knew the chaos in the East District and the ruthlessness of the gangs, and they were lucky to escape alive.As for why they fight match-fixing in bars in the East District, of course it's because it's profitable.

"That's good."

Dan exhaled, leaned back on the sofa, and then asked: "When will the next game be played? Tomorrow at noon, or at the Dragon Bar?"

Corey glanced at his bandaged wrist: "There is another one tonight, and I have made an appointment for you."

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Chris locked the door and sat on a chair, recalling Klein's steps to simplify dream divination.

He straightened his back and wrote a divination statement on the paper: "I can simplify dream divination."

He recited it silently seven times, opened his eyes, and saw the white crystal slowly rotating counterclockwise.

Ah, I can't simplify dream divination?I'm already at Sequence 8...

Chris scratched his chin in embarrassment. This meant that he could not perform dream divination anytime and anywhere, and there were certain restrictions when going on field missions.

He re-wrote a divination sentence on the paper: "The state of Dan"

In an inexplicable world where he couldn't see his surroundings clearly, Chris saw Dan, standing in front of him, bent over.

Dan suddenly raised his head and stared at Chris with red eyes, weeping with blood and tears. His stomach seemed to have been hollowed out and he couldn't see clearly inside.

Chris woke up suddenly, his clenched hands already sweating.

Dan is in very bad shape and could die any minute now... but I...

Chris let out a long sigh. He originally just wanted to use Dan to test whether dream divination could be simplified, but now he has come up with this result, which makes him feel like "seeking death without saving anything."

What should I do, what can I do?
Chris smiled bitterly and tore the paper into pieces and threw them into the trash can. He even said a few words to Dan.

There are countless people living in misery in the mysterious world. Chris knows it without thinking, but there is very little he can do now.

Even if he is an extraordinary person, what can a "fighting scholar" do for these low-level people?

He looked down at the "Russell's Poems" open on the table, which read:

"Don't lose your dignity when you see financial gain, don't see others in trouble but don't help them."

He sighed, came to Catherine's office, and knocked on the door.

"Chris, what do you want from me?" Annie stuck her head out.

"I'm looking for Catherine."

"Oh, please come in." Annie smiled and opened the door.

Catherine was wearing a light-colored dress, sitting on a chair with her legs crossed: "What do you want from me?"

Chris glanced at it and quickly looked away. He touched his neck and asked, "Catherine, are you going to the Borag Club tomorrow?"

"Mrs. Sharon is coming to 'reading hypnosis' tomorrow. Why, you want to go too?"

Catherine covered her mouth and chuckled: "Is Mrs. Sharon really so charming?"

"Hey, that's not what I meant."

Ever since I knew she was a man,... I don't have the same quirks as Emperor Russell.

Chris cursed secretly and looked at her expectantly.

Catherine thought for a while and nodded to him: "It should be okay. At 07:30 tomorrow night, put on formal clothes and go to the Borag Club in Jinwutong District. The event will start at eight o'clock."

(End of this chapter)