"Dear Mr. Police, I'm a veterinarian... Well, you may not know how this profession is treated in Beckland. In short, it's a profession that is more popular than most doctors. After all, pets raised by noble families cost at least hundreds of gold pounds, and you should understand that many gentlemen and ladies who claim to be decent don't have the entire savings in their families."

"So what?" Dunn nodded slightly as he listened to Snow introducing his profession, and asked as he said.

"So? It's normal for a young, rich man to have a good appearance, isn't it normal for a woman to be a little bit feminine?" Snow waved his arms exaggeratedly, and his sexy temperament suddenly became more and more expressed.

After all, Dunn is a veteran nightmare. He has seen many people's dreams. He is very experienced in this situation. But before he can react, he suddenly fell down as if he had faded and said in a drunken tone that seemed to have drunk too much:

"But who would have thought that that woman was the mistress of the Walz party's party! I would have known that she had such a background and would not provoke her even if she died? I even suspected that this was the trap they had put on me! Let me tell you, those Beckland's gangsters and Tingen's gangsters are not the same thing as the same concept, they really kill without blinking!"

Seeing Snow's mood becoming more and more hysterical, Dunn immediately comforted:

"Since you are so scared, go to the police station with me. After confirming that you have no problems, we will protect you."

"Police Department? Well, do you have a single room in your prison? It's better to lock me up, the kind that no one can visit! Oh, of course, the food is better, fish and chips are the bottom line, you can't force the middle class who earns more than 50 pounds this month to eat those pig food..." Listening to Snow's words, Dunn's mouth twitched slightly. Although he knew that people's thinking was very easy to deviate in dreams, it was the first time he heard the request of letting himself go like this.

However, he did not relax his vigilance because of this, but continued to maintain the development of his dreams and walked towards the police station with Snow along the way.

...

About fifteen minutes later, when he saw the captain and Leonard appearing at the hotel door again, Klein's heart finally relaxed. Until the two of them walked into the car, he couldn't help but ask:

"How about it?"

"He performed normally in his dreams, and there was no obvious conflict in his words. I tried to give him many opportunities to escape, but he always maintained a submissive attitude, and even hid directly behind me when danger occurred on the road, as if the safest place beside me. Well, this is in line with the expectations of ordinary people with small assets for the police."

"Yes, only those who have something to do in their hearts will seize the opportunity to escape, just like me..." Dunn's words undoubtedly made Klein recall his previous dream, and he couldn't help but complain, and then he turned his head and looked at Leonard.

Feeling Klein's sight, Leonard spread his hands and said:

"There is no extraordinary item in his room, and there is no sign of climbing on the window. Although there is perfume in the box, it is just an ordinary men's perfume. It is not the essential oil needed for ritual magic. The only thing that can be associated with mystery is a silver antique knife. However, it is only three or four hundred years old and not an extraordinary item. If you insist on saying that there is something abnormal about him, it is just that he is too handsome! He is only a little worse than me... Well, okay, I admit that he is so handsome than me."

The frivolous words as always soothed the originally serious atmosphere. As the carriage started again, the conversation between several people also began to turn to Klein's upcoming enlistment mission...

Watching the carriage leave, Snow, who had already escaped from his dream, gently rubbed the little cat licking his paws. Although he knew that he probably had passed the test, he still did not relax his vigilance, but just lay on the bed casually, dazed lazily.

"Henerson Vancent is dead, and I intercepted the notes. The two opportunities that have increased Dunn's mental burden have been removed by me. Next, let's see how the poor screenwriter will change the script..."

Just as Snow was thinking, the image of a horse made of white clouds suddenly appeared in his mind. As the horse ran in his mind, a series of murmurs began to echo in his ears—

"The Lord of Mystery" is just a novel. There are many readers who have read it, but none of them are polluted and have not been watched by high-ranking existences. Therefore, I will not be polluted and watched by the knowledge gained from the Lord of Mystery..."

The sounds were stacked layer by layer, repeatedly and repeatedly, constantly stimulating Snow's nerves. With this process, his spirituality was quickly lost like a river breaking a dam. But strangely, almost every second, he would be pulled away by one-quarter of the spirituality, but his spirituality was always maintained in three-quarters.

The whisper in his ear lasted for a full minute before finally stopping. It was not until this time that Snow finally breathed a sigh of relief and retreated from his semi-meditation state.

"It must be that broken pen again! It's really a life-threatening thing. Can the writer play if he doesn't cut it?"

Slowly rubbed his throbbing eyebrows, Snow slowly adjusted his mental state. The world of the Secret Lord is like this. Without a strong enough golden finger, Duolong Aotian's time traveler had to kneel when he came.

Yes, Snow is indeed a time traveler, and he is the most miserable type. If time travelers in other worlds are familiar with the plot, it is equivalent to taking over resources from the entire world, and the mysterious world... let alone the plot bonus, knowledge itself is poisonous!

In fact, it would be fine to penetrate the world of the Mysterious Lord. The worst thing was that when he woke up, a crazy beauties were sitting in front of him, pushing a glass of green, bubble-like sticky liquid that looked like it was scooped out of Gul'dan's pot into front of him, and he almost said, "Drink, this is your destiny."

That is, his golden fingers are powerful, otherwise he would have been a member of the Crazy Beauty Group.

As for his golden finger, it really comes from a lot. One is a source material called [White Horse Not Horse], and the other is the uniqueness of the corresponding sequence - [One Foot Stick].

This source quality and uniqueness do not belong to the twenty-two or even sequences of the original work, nor are they mentioned in the original work, but are derived from the old foreign sequences in the starry sky.

If you insist on giving it a position, Snow thinks that this thing is more like what was mentioned in the original work. Before the birth of the slab, the way for the promotion of extraordinary species-
Chapter completed!