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"The name of this identity is Rudy Flair, considered a legally deceased undead…" Lin Ruo briefly introduced Rudy Flair's situation, blurring some key points, and then said:
"The reason I initially noticed this person was because he was involved in a conspiracy I was investigating… I don't know whether to say he was unlucky or I was unlucky, but when I found him, he had just encountered an accident and was beyond saving."
"I made a deal with him before he died. I would help him investigate his enemies and, if possible, avenge him in the future. In return, he would lend me his identity, as such an identity could help me reduce the risk of alarming anyone during my investigation and make it easier for me to do things that would be inconvenient with my own identity."
Lin Ruo's words were not entirely a lie. Although he didn't truly converse with Rudy Flair and reach a deal, because he used this body, he did intend to investigate the other party's enemies and avenge him—in fact, the murderer who directly killed Rudy Flair had long been dealt with by him, and the grass on his grave was already three meters tall.
From this perspective, it's fair to call it a deal. A one-sided deal is still a deal!
"So that's how it is." Klein suddenly understood, but also felt a little emotional. He suddenly thought of something and asked, "But in that case, the identity of Rudy Flair itself can no longer be used openly, right? After all, he is already an undead and has unknown enemies…"
"Yes, so when I act using the identity of Rudy Flair, I basically put on another layer of disguise. The name of that disguise is Ross Earl, and he is in the same line of work as your current Sherlock Moriarty identity. We might even interact in the future," Lin Ruo replied.
"Your nesting doll setup… is simply outrageous!" Klein's mouth twitched.
"Don't talk about me, aren't you the same?" Lin Ruo glared at him unhappily and said, "Underneath Sherlock Moriarty is Klein Moretti, underneath Klein Moretti is Mr. Fool, and underneath Mr. Fool there's even a layer of transmigrator disguise. Your nesting doll setup is no better than mine, okay!"
Being criticized for nesting dolls by the master of nesting dolls, Lin Ruo expressed his dissatisfaction.
"By the way…" Lin Ruo looked at Klein and asked, "Klein, you don't seem to have told me your name before you transmigrated… Care to reveal it?"
Although Lin Ruo knew Klein's real name, he had never actually asked him for his name before transmigration since he met him.
Klein was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't intend to hide it. After all, he and Lin Ruo were so familiar, there was no need to hide a name. He simply forgot to mention it before, so he readily said in Chinese, "As for me, I used to be called Zhou Mingrui."
"Zhou Mingrui… This name is quite casual, better than Emperor Roselle's name," Lin Ruo said, stroking his chin.
"Emperor Roselle's name? What's his name?" Klein asked curiously. He really didn't know what Emperor Roselle's real name was.
"Him? If Emperor Roselle didn't fabricate things in his diary, he should be called Huang Tao. Sounds like a very appetizing name," Lin Ruo quipped.
"Huang Tao… Yellow Peach, pfft!" Klein hadn't made the connection at first, but upon hearing this, he immediately thought of a certain fruit and laughed.
Having amused himself by teasing Emperor Roselle, Lin Ruo's mood improved a bit. He continued, "By the way, when I met with Xio and the others, to prevent any complications, I slightly revealed a bit of high-sequence aura in front of them."
"In their minds now, [Rudy Flair] was saved by The Fool in that fire, then became a devout believer of The Fool, and promoted from an ordinary person to a high-sequence powerhouse in just one year. He is a genuine fanatic of The Fool. Remember this script, don't reveal any flaws later."
"Aren't you afraid that they will find out that there is no such person as you in the Tarot Club later?" Klein didn't know what to say about Lin Ruo's behavior.
"What's there to be afraid of? No one stipulates that a devout believer of The Fool must participate in the Tarot Club," Lin Ruo said calmly, "And if it doesn't work out, I'll just equate the identity of The Chariot with Rudy Flair, it's not impossible!"
"Then how do you explain the fact that The Chariot seemed to know nothing about The Fool when he first joined the club?" Klein asked helplessly, but as soon as he asked the question, Klein noticed Lin Ruo looking at him, and he immediately had a bad feeling.
"That goes without saying, as a fanatic, of course, I pretended not to know The Fool and not to believe in The Fool because I was following Mr. Fool's oracle."
Crap!
Klein didn't know what to say anymore, and could only grab the newspaper expressionlessly and start reading.
Just then, he heard Lin Ruo speak again:
"By the way, I've almost locked down Qilangos's location and plan to take action against him this afternoon… After I kill him, would you mind if I scatter a set of tarot cards at the scene?"
"After all…" Lin Ruo said with a bright smile, his tone leisurely, "Hunting Qilangos is a task for the blessed of Mr. Fool!"
Klein: …
A surge of heat suddenly rushed to Klein's forehead. Thinking of his previous behavior of taking a group photo in front of Lin Ruo, the person involved, Klein's body stiffened.
He buried his face in the newspaper, as if this could suppress the shame that kept haunting him.
…
Afternoon, Backlund, East Borough.
As the most chaotic and poorest area in Backlund, the East Borough has a set of order and rules that are completely different from other areas.
Here, death is just a daily occurrence. Many people might fall on the roadside while walking and never wake up again. People living here are like reeds in the wind, they fall with a single gust, and might even fall without any wind, without attracting anyone's attention.
For Hurricane Qilangos, in order to satisfy the need of the Beyonder item "Creeping Hunger" to eat one person every day, coming to the East Borough from time to time is naturally the best choice.
After all, no one would care if a vagrant disappeared in the East Borough.
At this moment, at the entrance of an alley, Qilangos, who looked about thirty years old and had a distinctive wide chin and dark green eyes, was standing at the alley entrance, his cold gaze scanning the alley, when he spotted the vagrant sleeping against the wall at the innermost part.
Qilangos's mouth curled upwards, but he heard footsteps. He glanced warily but saw nothing. Just then, Qilangos's eyes suddenly blurred, and he found that the surrounding colors had become unusually intense.
"As expected, it's more ritualistic to kill you as [Death]…"
He heard a voice say so.
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