Chapter 4: predict your own destiny
Compared with the lively banquet hall, the moonlight outside is very quiet at the moment.
Outside the metal fence at the end of the lawn of the manor, rows of carriages were parked under the kerosene lamp at the gate.
The corresponding drivers are gathering together in twos and threes or smoking or chatting, and the diffuse second-hand smoke will smoke the surrounding mosquitoes everywhere.
When one of them saw Mellen walking out, he hurriedly emptied the pipe in his hand, then got up and hurriedly greeted him.
"Master Mellon, do you want to go back?"
"Yes, I don't want to stay here for a moment."
After speaking, Merron boarded his private carriage with a slightly vain footstep.
After a shout, the carriage was driven towards the other side of the city by the driver outside the carriage.
Watching the brightly lit manor behind him through the glass window, Mellon in the car turned around immediately, seemingly closing his eyes and resting, but he actually felt the change in himself.
From memory, he could know that the so-called Snake School psychic deduction method is a psychic secret technique that ordinary people can use, and its main function is to communicate.
But compared with ordinary psychic rituals, the communication range of this secret technique is much larger, and it is not limited to living beings or dead souls.
Unfortunately, because using it requires preparing a large amount of ritual materials, Merron cannot experiment with the specific effects of this precious knowledge at this time.
However, after the master-level ability was given, Meren's body had some special changes incidentally, and it was very intuitive at this moment—
He now always feels as if he has grown a third hand, and the place where this hand is connected to his body is his brain.
It's a wonderful feeling, but it's also very uncomfortable.
Because when Melon wanted to control the third hand, he couldn't exert any force at all, as if his arm was numb.
The corresponding memory in his mind did not mention what happened to this thing, and it was obvious that the existence of this third hand was beyond the scope of psychic knowledge.
However, when the carriage arrived in front of the gate of a classical villa, Meren was a little pondered, but the specific effect still had to be tested.
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After the carriage was parked in a fixed position, the driver began to take care of the horses. A middle-aged maid had long been waiting quietly by the side. Seeing Melun got off the carriage, she hurriedly greeted him with a cold-proof cloak.
At the same time, the other maids in the villa also started to get busy.
Prepare bath water, make bedding, check the bedroom for mosquitoes, prepare supper...
Mellon, who has long made money by writing books, does not live in poverty in this world, and his parents are not at the bottom of the society in this life. In terms of daily life, it cannot be said to be extravagant, but it is enough to be called exquisite.
In the past, Melon had no feeling about this situation, but now that he has completely awakened the minds of modern people, it is a bit awkward, but he did not resist.
"Madam has sent a letter back, Master Mellon, and a letter from one of your pen pals."
A servant whispered after he entered the living room. So Melon, who was about to enter the bedroom, turned around and came to the study.
His study is exquisite, decorated with mahogany, and the rows of glass-window bookshelves embedded in the wall are full of books.
Because it was spring, the fireplace on the left was closed, and the whole room was filled with the smell of camphor.
Under the quiet gaze of the lady's oil painting hanging on the wall behind him, Mellon sat on the only chair in the study, and then looked at the two letters on the surface of the desk in front of him.
The first letter was sent by the mother of this life.
As a forward-thinking progressive lady, she is not the kind of person who stays at home with her husband and children, and is now traveling abroad for women's rights.
Considering that it is not very convenient for women to go out alone in the current era, the father of this life is naturally accompanied by her.
To put it simply, for the sake of ideals and love, it is a lot for these two to stay at home for a month throughout the year.
Right now, the content of this letter is nothing special, just some trivial daily life, but it mentions at the end that it will bring him a surprise when he comes back next time.
But the specific surprise was not mentioned in the letter.
Old Riddler.
Cursing his lips with no expectation, Merron turned his gaze to the second letter.
"Juliana..."
Melon couldn't help frowning as he chanted the sender's name.
After opening the letter, I looked at the contents above, and my face was filled with disgust.
Because of the lack of entertainment, when he had no spare time, he liked to make pen pals through the paper address book issued by the city post office.
The letter is now from one of his pen pals.
However, for some reason, Mellon didn't feel that much about Juliana, the pen pal she met a year ago. If she wasn't in a good mood, she wouldn't even bother to pay attention to her—
But now, he can do an experiment while replying to the letter.
Feeling the existence of the "third hand" in his mind, Mellon's mind moved, and a quill inserted in the ink bottle in the corner of the desk instantly floated out of it.
Yu shook the ink at the mouth of the bottle, and the quill flew to Mellen's chest.
At the same time, a piece of pure white letter paper floated out of the drawer out of thin air, and swayed under the quill.
[Dear Ms. Juliana…]
The tip of the pen swiped, and lines of delicate small characters exuding the smell of ink gradually appeared on the blank letter paper.
[Although I don't have any hope for you, I didn't expect you to be so stupid. It really refreshes the lower limit of my understanding of you. ]
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[About the management of subordinate employees, I have already said one hundred and eighty...]
Under Mellen's gaze, the white quill pen automatically wrote on the letter paper, and from time to time it would fly back to the ink bottle to draw new ink.
So after a while, a letter was written like this.
"Should it be called Mind Power? Or the Mage's Hand?"
After "putting down" the quill, Mellen began to think about it.
That's right, the "third hand" in his head was just that kind of thing.
It is probably a special ability that is spontaneously derived from the stimulation when the skill is given, or it may be the ability to wake up after the brain is stimulated a lot tonight.
It is not clear where its upper limit is for the time being, because he feels that this hand is still "growing", or that it is still adapting to the body.
But this performance alone is enough to make Mellen rethink his future.
There are extraordinary professionals like wizards in this world.
Then, as I thought before, pursuing worldly status and influence is not the right way...
Thinking of this, Meren suddenly thought.
"Since I can see what happens to others in the future."
"So, can I see myself?"
Once this idea was born, it irresistibly occupied most of his mind.
As the old saying goes, it’s hard for a healer to heal himself, and it’s impossible for Melon to see his own destiny.
But on the other hand, as an earthling, he clearly knows that practice is the only criterion for testing truth.
It happened that the maid outside the door knocked on the door and claimed that the bath water had been put away.
So Merron picked up a book and walked towards the bathroom.
Then, in the bathroom, he used a mirror to see two lines of information about his future.
[Tomorrow night, you will have initial exposure to the mysterious realm of this world, which will make you full of hope for your future]
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【At the end of this month, you will die】
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"die?"
Meren was stunned. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
He has lived in this world for more than ten years and has not encountered a few major events. How can he just wake up Goldfinger, and he is about to die! ?
Is it because you want to come into contact with the so-called mysterious realm?
But it's not going to die...
After a long while, Meren crouched in the bathroom and began to think carefully.
"Inferring from the existing clues, there are two possible directions."
"Death for one's own cause, and death for another's sake."
"For its own reasons, either this golden finger has a hidden curse or something else that will make me die. Or, the ability obtained from the golden finger will make me die."
"The so-called snake sect psychic deduction method made me bleed a lot when I got it, and it's a master level. Who knows if this is helping to grow..."
"If it's someone else's reason, it's what I did last night."
"It's obviously not a big deal to help Tool Man No. 1 get a fat girl, so..."
Facing the crisis of death, Mellon was a little panicked, but still calm.
Immediately after, he realized that it was completely useless for him to fool around now.
"It is not ruled out that the cause of my death was something in the future."
"So I should first thoroughly investigate the source of the problem, otherwise it will be a headless fly."
"But, how to check this?"
"Um…"
Looking absently at the attribute information on the book in his hand, a thought suddenly popped into Meren's mind.
The so-called fate should be related to the ability of fortune-telling and fate.
Will it be putting the cart before the horse if it is used for "lottery draw"?