Red Moon Returns

It was already past five in the afternoon when Lynch returned to Charles Square.

He did not stop thinking all the way.

The old principal's last words finally confirmed to Lynch that Black Spider was not bluffing, and he really did something to make things irreversible.

The door of destruction has been opened.

But what did I do? What does destruction mean?

Lynch could not figure out the answer.

He even sorted out everything he had done in the past forty days, which seemed to be guided or forced by the Shadow Alliance, from waking up for the first time to get rid of the fate of the sacrifice and to make enemies with the ancient flicker, to using the Abyss Weaver to smash the ancient flicker and successfully open the road to immortality, and then to defeat the ghoul king Mordiggian with Miss Valente, and finally crushed the door of illusion and reality to sneak back to the world.

Indeed, I have been living in an invisible net for a while, and every move seems to be guided and arranged by someone. But if you think about it, apart from living a very fulfilling life and lying in bed half of the time to recover from injuries, everything I did was right, so I shouldn't have done anything wrong.

Forget it, I won't wait any longer. I'll go see Howard tomorrow, maybe I can get some clues from him.

Although the hope is not great, at least give it a try.

"Good evening, Mr. Detective, your look is really unique today."

The familiar laughter called back Lynch's attention, and he realized that he was walking in the square with people coming and going under the red sunset.

The teasing from the landlady finally made his cold heart a little warmer.

This is life...

Chasing and laughing newspaper boys on the street, housewives carrying baskets and wandering around the stalls, vendors working hard and shouting loudly, groups of female factory workers laughing and joking, and people staring at people's pockets in the crowd...

Get out.

I kicked a blind thief away. You idiot, why don't you ask me when I have been able to take out an extra penny since I moved here?

You want to take advantage of me? I think you don't want to open your shop today.

Straightening his tie and coughing to cover up his rude behavior, Lynch showed a handsome smile, took off his hat and bowed to Mrs. Maggie who was carrying a basket to buy vegetables, as elegant as a Rand gentleman.

Of course, it would be more like it if he didn't fall all over when doing the action.

"You are really something, did you do something dangerous again to make yourself like this."

The blonde landlady wrinkled her nose and said angrily, while patting Lynch's clothes as usual, but after just two pats, she found that the eyes of the people around her were a little strange, her face was slightly red, and she stopped immediately.

"No, no, it's not dangerous. I just collapsed a house and buried myself underneath. I was just dug out."

"Huh?"

"No, no, no, nothing, hahaha, just a joke..."

"Hey, have you heard that a building of Lilia Girls' Middle School collapsed just now, and it is said that someone died."

The timely appearance of a passerby made the two of them fall into silence at the same time, and a strange look gradually appeared on the pretty face of the landlady.

"You actually..." Mrs. Maggie looked at Lynch with an unbelievable look, "entered a girls' school?"

"Huh?" Madam, is there something wrong with your focus?

"Puchi, I'm kidding. You're standing in front of me fine, so of course you don't have to worry. But don't go to that kind of place next time. It's too dangerous."

As he said that, he stuffed the basket in his hand into Lynch's hand:

"I'll buy some more things. Wait for me. When you go back, change your clothes quickly and I'll help you clean them up."

"Then, ma'am, I'll leave it to you."

It's just a daily routine, there's nothing to be polite about. Lynch carried the basket and followed Mrs. Maggie like a knight protecting a lady, walking through Charles Square.

As for the dirt on the clothes? Everyone here is an acquaintance, so there's no need to care about such a small matter.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Detective? You haven't had any business for a long time, so you went to the construction site to find work? It's really hard work, but there's still some black bread left today, so I'll give it to you."

"Thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Sterling, but forget it. Other people's black bread is made with husks mixed into the flour, but yours is made with husks mixed into the flour. I have bad teeth and can't afford it."

"Hahaha, then Mr. Detective, come and take a look at this. It's the best quality brush in Rhineland. It's the most suitable brush for cleaning your clothes. It guarantees a quick and good cleaning."

"Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Jeff, your shredded It's not like I haven't tried the quality of the stalls. Last time I bought a lighter, it breaks every three days. I was just moved here when you cheated me. I won't be fooled this time. "

"Shh, don't be so loud. It's not good if others hear it..."

"Who here doesn't know about your things? Why do we need to hear it? And you, detective, stand away. Don't come over. I don't want to do business with you. It was you who insisted that my beans were not round enough when buying chickpeas, so that I could get a discount of half. Have you ever seen round chickpeas? Get out of here!"

Uh, no? Forget it. It's embarrassing to have so many dirt on my body. Otherwise, I'd better go home first.

The people in this market are too unfriendly. I hope you can't sell anything today.

Lin Qi cursed angrily after the landlady's twitching shoulders, but was soon beaten out by the vendors who heard it kindly.

Until I got home, the landlady was still laughing, and under the shaking collar, she revealed...

Ahem, nothing was revealed.

Lynch looked away awkwardly and closed the door for the landlady with red cheeks.

Little Martha was not there. She skipped half a day of class in the morning with Lynch as an excuse and watched a good show. So in the afternoon, Mrs. Maggie reminded her to go to school.

It is estimated that there will be another great battle after returning, but who cares about her. Watching the excitement will cost you.

So, Madam, you don’t want little Martha to skip classes, so I’ll leave the clothes to you.

Muttering to himself, hanging up the formal clothes and top hat, changing into light home pajamas, listening to the clanging sound of Mrs. Maggie tidying up downstairs, Lynch smiled and sighed again.

This is life. In order to keep this life, we must continue to work hard. I don’t care what conspiracy you have. Even if the door of destruction is really opened, I will close it the same way it was opened.

Lynch habitually picked up his pipe and stood in front of the notepad, ready to sort out his actions again. However, just as he stood still, he heard the tidying sound downstairs stop abruptly.

Then there was Mrs. Maggie's scream.

Lynch's face sank, and he directly activated the enhancement of Death Coil, picked up his cane and rushed downstairs.

Fortunately, the landlady was just standing at the kitchen door, staring blankly at the kitchen, with the things she bought scattered all over the floor. Lynch rushed straight over, protected her behind him, and then...

Fuck.

The kitchen was turned upside down as if it had been robbed, but this was not the point.

The point was that a black cat was lying on the counter, holding a small piece of smoked fish that was found out of nowhere, lying lazily on it, and licking it from time to time.

The whole body was pitch black, like a coal ball, this damn cat Lynch knew too well.

It was the black cat of Countess Hathaway.

It seemed like a farce, so Lynch let down his guard, but... you actually stole some fish, you damn stupid cat, since you've already taken your place, don't blame us for having an extra meal tonight.

Lynch stared at the kitchen knife beside him and grinned at the black cat.

Unfortunately, the black cat just swung its tail, looked at him lazily, then picked up a small bag from the side, shook its head, and threw it at Lynch.

What the hell, you're a fucking cat.

However, a sense of familiarity came over him, so Lynch grabbed the bag without even thinking about it.

At the moment of contact, an ancient memory instantly flooded into his mind.

Memories from the Crimson Moon.