Fifteen minutes earlier, in the real world, inside the Detective Club.
At that moment, the four players were still trapped inside the iron cage. They were leaning against the wall, maintaining a kind of unconscious state.
This state was not sleep or unconsciousness but a process similar to waking up and dreaming. Their eyes were open, and their brains were working at high speed, but they could not hear, see, or feel that they were inside the iron cage. This was because their consciousness was trapped somewhere else.
The iron cage was suspended in mid-air, surrounded by six rows of bookshelves that fit together closely, which formed a hexagonal (or hexagonal) area.
Each side of the area was about 2.5 meters, and the height of each bookshelf was about 7.5 meters. The distance between the top of the bookshelf and the ceiling was to leave room for the chandelier.
There were books on both sides of the bookshelves, and there was a partition in the middle. Even if the books were pulled out, they would not be able to see the space next to them, only the partition. If the players really climbed up the bookshelves, they would realize … that around this hexagonal area, there were six similar hexagonal areas, and outside these six hexagonal areas, there was another circle. In total, there were twelve hexagonal areas.
And so on and so forth …
Looking down from the ceiling, the Detective Club was like a beehive that was made up by bookshelves. Each hexagonal area that was surrounded by bookshelves was like a beehive.
But how big was the Detective Club?
In any case, looking down from the top of the bookshelves, one could not see the end of this' beehive '…
At that moment, in an area not far away from the players, there was a giraffe that was pacing back and forth before one of the bookshelves.
"Hmm … The last time I saw this book …" The giraffe had a pair of glasses on its nose, and it was talking to itself.
Suddenly, a low and hoarse male voice came from behind the giraffe. "It sure is not easy to find you."
"Oh? It's you … What a rare visitor. "The giraffe did not even turn to look, but it knew who the owner of the voice was.
The next second, the giraffe started to 'change'. In about three seconds, it first turned into a blurry pixel, then changed shape, size, and color. Finally, it became clear again and became a man.
The image it transformed into was the Professor Moriarty that Feng Bujue and the others saw.
"I heard that the Master of Time and the Court of Truth are looking for you and your friends …" the transformed giraffe continued. "Don't tell me you came here to seek refuge … Billy." His voice was no different from Moriarty's.
Billy the puppet was still the same. He wore a black suit with a red bow tie and sat on a small tricycle. As for his face … it was still that scary white face. "Of course not. Everyone knows that the Count of Script is absolutely neutral. Why would he accept a big problem like me?"
"Haha …" The Count of Script laughed. "Then why are you here?" In a situation where he didn't have any murderous intent, he added, "Could it be that you've joined the [Leader of Demons] and want to expand my Detective Club into his territory?"
"Even if I'm at the end of my rope, I won't surrender to that guy," Billy replied. "Becoming his subordinate is more dangerous than surrendering myself." He paused before continuing. "This time, I'm just here to ask you for a small favor … a small favor."
"Interesting," the Count of Script said. "You came to ask me for a favor, which means that you can't do it yourself. Ha … How can that be a small favor?"
Billy replied, "I just want to ask you to let those travelers from another world out of that cage."
"Release them?" the Count of Script asked. "You mean … release them from the Detective Club?"
"Yes," Billy said.
"It's not that I don't want to, but …" the Count of Script said slowly. "If they want to leave, they have to at least escape from …" he pointed at his head. "… escape from my brain."
"Don't worry." Billy had the same expression on his face. "With 'that person' here, they will definitely escape."
"Oh? Among the four visitors, one of them is your friend? "the Count of Script asked.
"Not exactly a friend, but we've interacted a few times, and I owe him a favor," Billy replied. "I know he will be able to escape from your brain. I also know that once he and his friends escape, you will make your move, so … "
"I see," the Count of Script said. "You want to make use of this chance to help him so that we don't owe each other anything." At this point, his appearance changed into Sherlock Holmes.
The Count of Script said in an English accent, "Indeed … for me, this is as easy as lifting a finger. After all, it's just sending them out. Sending them out or sending them out is the same, but … "He took a puff from the pipe." Why should I follow your order? " He shrugged, "We don't have any friendship between us, and you don't have the ability to threaten me with force. However, I have heard some rumors about you being crafty …" His tone did not change, it was very relaxed, but the content of his words gradually became dangerous, "You trespassed into my territory and ordered me around, but I don't care about that. But what if this is your plan to create a misunderstanding between me and one of the four pillars of divinity … "
"If you don't want to follow my order," Billy interrupted. Billy interrupted. "You can pretend that I've never been here. You can kill them as you please. In fact, I'm just passing by." He said in a nonchalant tone, "It's easy to return this favor. I'll have other chances in the future. To be honest … even if I don't return it, it's fine. "
Billy turned the tricycle like he was about to leave. "Then … sorry for the interruption, and …"
"Wait a minute." The Count of Script stopped him. "If that's the case, I have a suggestion."
Billy raised his head. "What is it?"
"I can help you with this," the Count of Script said. "As long as … you tell me some information that I'm interested in." He titled his head and smiled. "For you, this is just a matter of moving your lips. You don't even need to raise your hand."
"What do you want to know?" Billy asked coldly.
"I heard … you've been close to the Anomalies in the inner world," the Count of Script said. The Count of Script said. "Coincidentally, not long ago, one of their members came to visit my mental world and took away an SCP item." When he said that, he changed his form again.
This time, the Count of Script turned into Little Red Riding Hood, and 'her' voice turned into a female voice. "I just want to ask … do you know about the legendary Anomaly Zero?"
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