Jiang Lin looked up at Sunday at this moment, and Sunday was also looking at him... After a moment of silence, Jiang Lin spoke first:
"Look at this mask, it's quite exquisite for a small trinket."
"Was it your doing that The Fool left so quickly just now?"
Sunday ignored the mask Jiang Lin held in front of him; he didn't want to bother with it, as he had no fondness for that frivolous Fool.
"Yes, some mental suggestion."
Sunday frowned, somewhat gravely, and cautiously tried to ask:
"To what extent can such a method be used?"
Jiang Lin saw Sunday's concern and apprehension, and explained calmly.
"Don't be nervous, using this method too often will harm one's own soul. Besides, at most, it can only achieve what happened just now."
Sunday visibly exhaled in relief upon hearing this, but deep down, he remained wary of Jiang Lin.
"Then, Mr. Jiang Lin, what exactly are you here for? I don't believe you're just here to remind me about my sister's matter."
Jiang Lin thought for a moment, then spoke directly:
"Of course, I have other matters, but before that, I want to ask you a question: Do you truly not care about Robin's death?"
Sunday's eyes darkened. He looked at Jiang Lin, took a deep breath, and then said:
"Death does not exist in the dreamscape. I know this to be a fact more than anyone else.
Therefore, I don't believe Robin has been harmed. She... was forced into a silent war.
And I will make the rat hiding in the shadows pay the price!"
Jiang Lin nodded: "Do you want me to tell you who did it?"
Sunday lowered his head again, looking at the documents on the table.
"No need. The culprit has already revealed his tracks under His light. It won't be long before he stumbles due to his own schemes.
If he does not turn back, His sword will be sharpened, and His bow will be strung, causing the harm inflicted by the wicked to fall upon his own head.
By then, the foreigner who does not revere God will know that he is but a mortal, destined to descend to the underworld..."
As Sunday spoke, his tone revealed a hint of danger.
"And I will become His vanguard, personally sending him off to his grave—the Clockmaker!"
Jiang Lin leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and said with a somewhat leisurely tone:
"Alright, then let me talk about my main purpose... Hmm, I'm here to watch you, and in turn, be watched by you."
Sunday was a bit puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"Remember our agreement? I said I wouldn't interfere. Isn't this me coming directly before you, so you can watch me, because I was afraid you wouldn't trust me?"
"Actually, there's no need."
Sunday said calmly.
"Don't even think about making me leave. After all, I also want to observe the Choir of Oddities up close."
"What if I insist on making you leave?"
"Then I'll just have to hide and watch secretly..."
Sunday sighed, "Alright, I agree."
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At this time, the Astral Express Crew, who went to explore the Primeval Dreamscape, were stopped by members of the Hound Family.
Seeing the extremely tight security, everyone decided to go back first and not alert the enemy.
After sending a message back to Jiang Lin and Welt, everyone returned to the Golden Hour, in front of the Clockie statue.
After waiting for a while, they still didn't see Jiang Lin.
March 7th was a little worried: "Nothing bad happened, did it?"
Welt speculated: "It shouldn't be. Jiang Lin is quite powerful, and even if he encounters any sudden situations, it won't cause him too much trouble."
March 7th still worried: "How about we send him a few more messages?"
Then March 7th took out her phone, intending to start operating it.
But Dan Heng stopped her.
"Jiang Lin is currently secretly monitoring Sunday's movements. If he gets exposed due to frequent messaging, it would be a huge loss."
"That's true. Good thing your hand speed is fast, Dan Heng."
Star pondered for a moment, then voiced a different opinion:
"What if Jiang Lin simply didn't see it?"
March 7th said with some helplessness:
"That won't work either. Jiang Lin said before he left that he was going to monitor Sunday. He couldn't possibly be openly watching him right next to him, could he?"
Himeko spoke at this moment:
"Let Welt tell us about the situation in reality first."
Welt nodded and said:
"In reality, things are calm... well, at least on the surface."
Then, Welt said very seriously:
"However, I met Aventurine in reality, and he told me a bombshell."
March 7th was a little confused: "Aventurine? Didn't he leave? What did he tell Uncle Yang?"
Dan Heng speculated:
"It's likely that the Family is unable to return that person's keystone, which is why he's still stranded in Penacony."
Welt nodded: "I think so too, and he told me that—Miss Robin was killed in the dreamscape!"
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And not long ago,
In the Primeval Dreamscape,
Firefly explored the surrounding environment alone, seemingly trying to find some clues.
But she ultimately found nothing. And rightly so, after all, thinking and investigating were not what an ordinary girl who only specialized in setting the sea ablaze should be good at.
And it was at this moment that "What Is Dead That Towards Death" appeared.
Firefly instantly became alert. Since she was the only one around, there was no need for her to hide anything.
Upon realizing that "What Is Dead That Towards Death," or The meme, had a very obvious aggressive tendency, Firefly didn't hesitate and directly summoned Sam.
This caused Mian Mian's brain to somewhat malfunction.
This... this isn't right, is it?
How is this different from what Gallagher said?
Where was that vibrant young girl just now? What is this mech monster?
And Firefly naturally wouldn't miss this good opportunity, directly smashing a fist onto its head.
This made the already bewildered Mian Mian even more confused. This... was the intelligence false?
Just as Firefly was about to completely ignite Mian Mian, she saw a dreamscape hidden deep within, through Mian Mian.
This made Firefly pause slightly, stopping her movements.
At this moment, The meme also reacted, taking advantage of Firefly's daze to quickly slip away.
Firefly also reacted just in time.
She grabbed The meme, but The meme was still struggling hard.
To prevent it from escaping, Firefly decided... to give it a good beating.
After a full half-system hour, The meme lay motionless on the ground, completely resigned to its fate.
Firefly also de-transformed at this time. She looked at The meme with some embarrassment... "Um... sorry, I was just afraid you'd run too fast, so I hit a bit harder. Could I trouble you to take me to that deeper dreamscape?"
The meme said nothing, just lay there like a corpse.
This made Firefly even more embarrassed. She hesitated and said:
"How about you stab me once to let off some steam?"
