The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

With just one glance, Xiao Buer's mask, which was just wooden in Qin Zhibo's arms, turned into a platinum mask.

The originally rough and simple mask also had some added details, such as pointed ears and chin, and dozens of tentacle-like appendages hanging from the eyebrows, like sea anemones.

One minute passed, and Mr. Clock was still holding the mask with both hands, deeply moved.

"Mr. Qin, you surprised me so much."

"No matter what the cost, this mask is what I need so tell me your price!"

"Whether it's powerful limbs, a smart brain, or even immortality! I can fulfill your wish!"

"Say it. Buzz-"

Mr. Clock hugged the mask into his arms, and his voice became less and less human-like. In the end, the essence of its voice was directly revealed - an insect chirp.

Qin Zhibo could see that even if he refused to hand over the mask to it, it would be difficult to get the mask back.

"Is this mask important to you?" Qin Zhibo narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly.

"Yes." Mr. Clock nodded tremblingly, "This is the mask of Jus Tragon. Our race has been looking for it for nearly two hundred years."

"Jius Tragon is an important technology created by us using dark technology, and it is an important prop for performing sacrificial rituals to Jus Tragon."

"Jius Tragon?" Qin Zhibo asked doubtfully.

Mr. Clock's eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul, but his mouth was still talking while opening and closing.

"Yus Tragon comes from the planet Yuggoth, which is what you humans call Pluto. He is the avatar of the One who unites all things, and is the only supreme god of the planet Yuggoth."

"He came to the earth in the ancient times of your human race, and so our race came with him."

"On Earth, we fought against the evil race that ruled the Earth at that time, and eventually won, transforming the Earth into our colony. However, after evaluation, the Earth was no longer suitable for large-scale racial activities, so we switched to underground."

"With the migration of the race, some of the race's great technologies also migrated, including this mask of Jus Tragon."

"Two hundred years ago, a despicable magician stole it from us."

"Sixty years ago in Berlin, Germany, the mask of Jus Tragon appeared for a while, but soon disappeared again."

"Now, this treasure has finally been returned to its original owner."

Before getting Qin Zhibo's consent, Mr. Clock's words already implied that he had obtained the ownership of the mask.

Qin Zhibo felt a little surprised.

What is surprising is not that Mr. Clock is so self-righteous, but that Mr. Clock's description is completely different from the information he has.

He obtained the mission by reading "The King in Yellow", and the "Pale Mask" is also a prop closely related to the King in Yellow.

How come when it comes to Mr. Clock, the "Pale Mask" becomes the "Mask of Jus Tragon", and this transformation is in a physical sense.

In order to clarify this doubt, Qin Zhibo continued to ask: "Do you know the King in Yellow?"

"Buzz~"

Mr. Clock paused and replied calmly: "Yes, I know."

"During our race's long process of cosmic colonization, we have seen countless supreme gods on many planets."

"According to your human terms, we know how to do as the Romans do."

Mr. Clock shook his head from side to side at an angle that humans could not reach, and continued: "Our race is very adaptable. As long as we come to a new planet, we will believe in the supreme god of that planet."

"The King in Yellow is Adibalan, the supreme god who rules Aldebaran. We once worshiped him as a god and devoutly followed his will and served his royal city and people."

"But the desire of the King in Yellow is insatiable. What he wants is absolute and only loyalty. He took advantage of us."

"And we rebelled against Him."

Mr. Clock's voice was intermittent, until the human voice, which was no different from the sound of insects when slowed down several times, completely disappeared from Qin Zhibo's ears.

Qin Zhibo's right hand was trembling slightly, and there was an inexplicable restlessness in his heart.

Suddenly, Qin Zhibo grabbed the pen on the table, leaned forward, and inserted the tip of the pen into Mr. Clock's head!

White blood gushed out like brains exploding, and the disgusting and viscous liquid splashed onto the desk, the manuscript, and his face.

Although he is Mr. Clock on the inside, what is covered with it is indeed human skin.

In a daze, intermittent tremors came from Qin Zhibo's brain.

Mr. Qin, please

don't play around

my pen

Qin Zhibo suddenly came back to his senses, and saw Mr. Clock standing just opposite the desk, and he was holding the used pen in his hand, pressing the pen tip on the mahogany table.

Under Qin Zhibo's strength, the steel pen tip was bent like two frost-beaten leaves, and ink spattered on the table.

"Sorry, I was distracted just now."

Qin Zhibo quickly put the pen back on the table, and Mr. Clock took the broken pen in his hand and observed it.

"In my judgment, the tip of this pen is replaceable."

"If it's not too much trouble, could you help me buy the pen nib that matches this pen?"

"My palms have gotten used to the thickness of this pen."

Faced with Mr. Clock's reasonable request, Qin Zhibo replied with a guilty conscience: "No problem, I'll take care of it."

Qin Zhibo pretended to be calm and sat back on the chair while thinking about what had just happened.

What was going on with the impulses and hallucinations in my brain just now?

When he first came into face-to-face contact with Mr. Clock, he seemed to have the same impulse in his heart, wanting to kill him urgently.

This feeling is like seeing a cockroach, and the first thought in the brain is to kill it.

But in addition, Qin Zhibo also noticed another thing.

That is, although Mr. Clock can detect his own existence through some kind of telepathy, causing invisibility to be ineffective against it, and can even transmit intermittent information to his brain like just now, it cannot really act like Master your own thoughts like a mind reader.

Otherwise, based on the image that appeared in his mind just now, it would be absolutely impossible for Mr. Clock to sit across from him so calmly, stroking the platinum mask.

Qin Zhibo silently recorded this in his heart.

"Mr. Clock, this mask belongs to you, but I have a condition."

"I would like to hear the details." Mr. Clock said calmly.

"I don't want eternal life or anything, I just want you to take me and one other person to 'Enkai'."

At the same time, Koizumi Hongzi, who was far away in the Witch's House, was staring at the picture in the crystal ball, her delicate face slightly stunned.