I have a Synthesizer

After Klein and Erik returned to their room, Erik immediately lay down. Today's journey had indeed been tiring.

Klein had barely sat down in his chair when he felt something was off. The chair beneath him felt very strange!

"Here it comes again!"

He drew Roselle and slashed the chair in half, the sound of the chopping startling Erik awake.

"Big brother, it's late. Can you not be so jumpy? Everyone's trying to sleep!"

Klein frowned.

"Didn't you feel it? This room feels a bit strange, doesn't it? I feel like my desires are somewhat out of control in this room."

Erik rubbed his eyes.

"You mean the arousal of desires? I noticed it as soon as I came in. It's not a big deal, don't be so alarmed. It won't matter for a while. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you tonight."

Having said that, Erik pulled the covers over himself and fell back into a deep sleep.

"…" Klein didn't know what to say.

What do you mean you won't do anything to me tonight? What are you implying?

However, Erik's answer still surprised him slightly. This guy had already noticed something was wrong as soon as he came in.

A priest who could outlast three members of the Jay Society, Klein certainly wouldn't naively think that Erik was just a rookie talking nonsense.

His perception was even above his own. Since Erik said it wouldn't matter for a while, then the opposite must be true.

That meant that staying here for too long would definitely cause problems. The question was, how long was too long?

With Teacher Erik right in front of him, Klein chose to humbly ask for guidance.

"Erik, you said it's okay to stay here for a short time. Then how long before something happens?"

Erik's drowsy voice came.

"2-3 days, maybe. Everyone's constitution is different, so there might be some variation. We're leaving tomorrow, relax!"

"2-3 days. How long have those Red and White Society members been staying here?"

"About 10 days!" Erik said casually.

"Then do you think they might have had problems in those 10 days?"

Erik seemed annoyed by Klein and sat up again.

"Of course, something must have happened. But they're the mission targets. You can't just go around killing them all, one by one, right?

Relax, follow the procedure, and it won't be a big problem."

So that's how it was. Looking at Erik, who had fallen back into a deep sleep, Klein nodded. It seemed that this guy had noticed quite a few problems, and it also seemed like he was waiting for something.

Since Erik said so, then he'd just keep waiting. Klein had many things to do tonight, and the Red and White Society members were just a minor interlude.

… …

Since he had decided to move things around, he would start with the chair he had just chopped up.

Without betraying any emotion, Klein put the broken chair on the ground into the synthesizer and clicked "Synthesize."

[Synthesizing, please wait]

[You have obtained Childhood Sweetheart (Oddity): Ride it, and it will hop along 'ba da ba da'. Other than being a bit silly, it's not bad]

Klein's face darkened. Although he had synthesized another stupid thing, it was a genuine Oddity. This also showed that the things in this villa were effective, and the synthesizer could be used.

This experimental result made Klein somewhat happy. He took out the bed leg he had chopped off in Perona's room earlier.

A thought, both inflated and bold, grew in his mind. He walked to the bed leg, drew Roselle, and slashed down.

The flash of the blade and the sound of chopping startled Erik, who jumped out of bed again, looking at Klein with a face of grievance and anger.

"Klein, you're going too far with this!"

Klein said somewhat strangely.

"Just sleep! I didn't touch you."

Erik stretched out his index finger, pointing at him tremblingly.

"You, you, you, you're going too far. Not sleeping in the middle of the night, running to my bedside waving a knife, showing off and chopping off my bed leg, who are you trying to scare?

Don't think you're a big deal just because you can refine some medicine. I, Erik, won't believe in this nonsense today. I can't live without you.

I'm telling you today, even if I, Erik, starve to death, die outside, jump off the Jay Society cliff, I will never take another bottle of your medicine, understand?"

Looking at Erik's resolute appearance, Klein suddenly felt that what he said just now seemed to make sense. He was being a bit excessive.

"Okay, okay, I won't disturb you. I'm going out!"

Carrying the chopped bed leg, Klein walked out the door, feeling a little embarrassed.

He took out a piece of the bed leg, stood on the side of the corridor, and used his knife to cut the wood into small pieces, cutting thinner and thinner, cutting more and more happily.

[Wood Chip (Oddity): No effect]

"Hehe, hehe! I'm rich!"

A piece of wood was cut by Klein into twenty-odd wood chips, and each one was an Oddity. If he wanted to, he could continue cutting, which was Klein's bold and inflated idea.

Putting two wood chips into the synthesizer, Klein clicked "Synthesize" again.

[You have obtained Wood Chip (Oddity): No effect]

Looking at this result, Klein took out the wood chip and held it in his hand, falling into contemplation.

He tried again, somewhat unwillingly.

[You have obtained Wood Chip (Oddity): No effect]

Still no effect. He put three wood chips together to synthesize.

[You have obtained Wood Chip (Oddity): No effect]

"Damn! That's too much. The synthesizer is too much. They're all Oddities, why do you keep giving me wood?"

After a while, Klein sighed and threw a pile of wood chips on the ground.

"It seems I was thinking too much! But that chair worked! What's going on?"

Klein looked at Childhood Sweetheart in his bag. This thing was a genuine Oddity, even if it was trash, it could be used as a synthesis base material in the future.

After thinking for a while, Klein laughed again. He casually put his hand on the flower pot on the left.

Sure enough, the synthesizer had no information. This thing was also a living thing.

"Pfft!"

The bone blade extended from his palm, piercing the flower pot directly, and then Klein just stood there, watching the flower pot bleed.

A person poking a flower pot there, and the flower pot was still bleeding, this scene would be very strange if someone saw it.

It wasn't until the flower pot's blood ran dry that Klein received a prompt from the synthesizer.

[Shattered Flower Pot (Oddity): No effect]

Then, Klein laughed again. A big man, hugging a shattered flower vase in the middle of the night and laughing, the style became strange again.

"Hehe, hehe!"

Without saying a word, Klein directly put the shattered flower pot into the synthesizer.

[Shattered Flower Pot (Oddity) + Shattered Flower Pot (Oddity)]

[Synthesizing, please wait]

[You have obtained Bottle of Disguise (Oddity): As long as you put it on your head, others will not be able to find you.]

"It's useless, but it seems a little useful. It's useful, but a bit silly!"

Klein murmured, holding the Bottle of Disguise in his hands. Pay attention, he was holding it, this thing was a full 12 nanometers high. If you put it on your head…

With a tangible gain, Klein's motivation was full. He slowly walked to the side of a mop and raised his hand with a knife.

Then he slowly walked to the broom, "Pfft!" The bone blade pierced through.

Looking at the staircase handrail, after thinking about it, he still felt that this thing was too big, and the movement of the crime was a bit too loud. So, he went downstairs.

Looking at the 16 chairs in the living room downstairs, Klein's eyes lit up slightly. He silently began a massacre.

The monster Oddities in this room were like lambs to the slaughter in front of Klein, being ruthlessly harvested.

Before long, there were only 4 chairs left.

Klein clapped his hands.

"Let's leave some. If there isn't even a single chair, it's a bit unreasonable."

Although he said so, looking at the 4 chairs in front of him, Klein was still a little dissatisfied.

"There are still too many, let's reduce one more."

… …

After a while, looking at the single chair in front of him, Klein stopped talking.

"Isn't this a bit too much? Forget it, I'll leave you!"

Klein patted the chair and finally walked away.

The bonfire in the fireplace of the villa's living room reflected Klein's shadow. The shadow had a pair of red eyes, but the way it looked at Klein felt timid, let alone extending its claws like it did to Perona.

Klein's gaze continued to sweep through the living room. When he saw the mural in the center of the living room, he smiled kindly again.

The people in the mural were constantly glancing at Klein from time to time. The original somewhat terrifying and strange mural gave people a strange feeling.

If a few drops of sweat could be painted on the foreheads of these people in the painting, it would be even more vivid.

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(Don't want to spoil too much, and don't overthink 404 or something)

(Adding more for Yiren 56's 10,000 reward, let's go!)