Starry Sky Railway, starting with a single draw of the Underworld

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Walter felt things couldn't get that bad, but Qiong's mention of the company's cornerstones still gave him a wake-up call.

A little further on, Qiong and Walter arrived at the meeting hall where the heads of the families usually held meetings. The Morning Dew Mansion was not the property of any one family, but was maintained by all the families together. Just like Sunday was the head of the Oak family, the other families also checked each other and would come to the meeting room to exchange a few words to relieve their respective pressures.

There's still no one here.

Walter said disappointedly that even this meeting room was deserted, let alone other places, but this seemed to be a good thing for them.

"Shajin and his group must have been here before. It would be great if we could recreate the scene."

Qiong looked around and said that he wanted to find where his wife's foundation stone, the topaz, was. It would be great if he could give it to Toppa to take back, but that would require someone's help.

Qiong pulled out a tarot card from the Dream Handbook. It was a gift from the Black Swan. Only the Flowing Light Memory Court possessed the technology to recreate dream scenes, as Sand Gold had mentioned.

"Black Swan, come here."

Qiong clasped her hands together with the tarot cards as if worshipping a god, but after waiting for a while, she found that the Black Swan was ignoring her.

So Qiong came up with a bad idea: he handed the tarot cards to Huang Quan.

"You tell me."

"?"

A question mark appeared above Huang Quan's head, but she did not refuse Qiong's request. It would be difficult to summon the Black Swan, so Qiong came to Huang Quan's ear and whispered a few words to her.

"Black swan, black and white, after plucking its feathers it becomes a white swan."

Huang Quan calmly held the tarot cards and said, "I only saw a flash of white light before my eyes, and the upper body of the black swan appeared in the dream world, with a slightly frightened expression."

"I was perfectly fine outside, why are you rushing me to my death? I almost had a heart attack from the fright!"

Black Swan's tone was somewhat dissatisfied. She was outside communicating with her memories when she suddenly heard the death knell. She immediately put down what she was doing and came over. After all, the psychological trauma was too deep, and she was afraid that Huang Quan would really come to pluck her feathers.

"Am I terrible?"

Huang Quan put down the tarot cards and asked in confusion. She had a good feeling about the Black Swan, but she didn't expect the other party to be so afraid of her.

"Uh, no, I mean I'm actually quite happy to be able to help you guys."

The black swan looked at the amnesiac Huang Quan with a smile and said that she did not want Huang Quan to recall the things he had done to her. She wanted to let them go with the wind and not remember them anymore.

"Black Swan, could you please help me recreate what happened here, the part with the gold dust?"

Qiong, thinking of making the most of everything, said, "Since the black swan is idle anyway, why not lend a hand?"

"I gave you the tarot cards, and this is what you did with them? You have no conscience, considering how good I've been to you."

Black Swan glared at Qiong angrily. She hadn't expected Qiong to use her tarot cards like that; she was a genius. But this evened things out.

"I will compensate you later."

Qiong said with a smile, while Black Swan gave him a charming eye roll. Liu Ying immediately felt uneasy. Why were the two of them exchanging glances? Qiong was her boyfriend.

Liu Ying immediately hugged Qiong's arm tightly and glared angrily at Black Swan, because in her view, Black Swan was not a good person. After Qiong returned from the brink of death, she was taken away by Black Swan, which also deprived Liu Ying of the opportunity to explain.

"Little girl, no one's going to take it from you."

Black Swan chuckled. She had seen far more memories than Firefly had seen movies, so she knew that Firefly was afraid she would take Qiong away. Of course, she wouldn't take her away; she would only use it occasionally. As long as she wasn't facing Huang Quan, she was full of the composure of an older sister.

"Thank you for your help, Miss Black Swan."

Walter told Black Swan that he noticed strange developments every time he brought Sora along, but overall it was helpful to the event, which was also Sora's talent.

"it is good."

As Black Swan spoke, she began to recreate the scene and conversation from before the meeting. For the Memory Provider, this was something she could do, but it was also quite taxing. She would only help if she had finalized a cooperation agreement with the Starry Sky Train.

Qiong quickly saw the game between Sand Gold and Sunday. To put it simply, Sand Gold wanted to take back his foundation stone by switching it with someone else. He initially carried two foundation stones, and his family thought he only had Sand Goldstone. However, what was actually packed in the foundation stone box was Topaz. Sand Goldstone was hidden in Sand Gold's own luggage, disguised as ordinary jewelry.

On Sunday, he never expected that such an important cornerstone would be left in a suitcase without any protective measures. He admitted that he had been tricked by Sand Gold, but in the end, he was still one step ahead. Not only did he not return the cornerstone to Sand Gold, but he also used the power of Tong Xie to put a curse on Sand Gold, forcing Sand Gold to find the murderer within seventeen hours, or he would become a believer who only praises Tong Xie.

Helpless, Sand Gold could only slink away from Chaolu Mansion to find the murderer. He also left on Sunday, and no one came after Qiong and the others arrived.

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Chapter 95 Little Hands Aren't Clean

"It seems that placer gold has encountered a significant setback here."

Walter adjusted his glasses and said, "Everyone has seen the end of Sand Gold. Walter can't think of any other way he could turn things around."

"I think the placer gold has a backup plan."

Qiong offered his own thoughts, saying that Toppa had said that Sand Gold was a very calculating person, and the current situation might be the result of his elaborate schemes.

"What's the reason?" Walter asked curiously.

"Because he is someone Toppa can entrust his life to, so he won't lose everything."

Qiong's thinking is entirely based on Topa's trust. As long as Topa's judgment remains correct, Sand Gold will definitely be able to get the foundation back.

"What kind of reason is that? And who is Toppa? (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)"

Liu Ying muttered a complaint from the side. She could tell from the name Topa and Qiong's expression that it must be a woman.

"The girl I'm currently pursuing," Qiong said honestly.

How many girls are you pursuing at the same time?

Liu Ying was speechless. She thought that Qiong came to Pinocchio because she was developing a relationship with him, and Kafka said so too. But it turned out that she was just one of them. If only this man could change his habit of falling in love with every girl he met.

"Since there's no one here anyway, let's search around."

Walter spoke up, saying, "Since we're already here, we can't just leave because no one's here. If that were the case, we might as well not have come in at all." So, he set an example and started rummaging through the bookshelves behind the conference table.

Qiong and the others split up to search for clues. On what appeared to be Sunday's bookshelf, Qiong found a handwritten letter from Robin. The contents were similar to what Qiong knew. Robin discovered that there was a problem with her voice and then began to investigate. This letter was written before her accident. She suspected that there was a traitor in her family and mentioned the memory domain meme that represented death. Qiong knew what happened after that, but Sunday did not.

Qiong shared the letter with Welt, who stroked his chin thoughtfully before looking at Qiong.

"So-called death is what you call stabbing that monster you encountered in the Dream Hotel?"

"Yes."

Qiong did not share his death experience because too many things had happened before, and he had no chance to explain. Everyone else thought he had just been sent back to the real world.

Qiong didn't intend to hide it from Uncle Yang, but he had promised Robin to keep it a secret for now, so he could only vaguely gloss over it for the time being.

"In this light, it is very likely that it is the murderer of the robin, but how can we prove it? Sunday's way of thinking should be to shift the murderer to a traitor within the family, which is also the same as the task he gave to Sand Gold."

Walter frowned and said that it was reasonable to guess that the robin was being targeted by death after it went to investigate the truth of the death. It was possible that someone had pushed the truth of the murder onto the monster, or that a monster was being kept by an insider in the family. In short, there were many suspicious points.

"Let's keep looking."

Walter said, and Qiong continued searching on the bookshelf, finding a light cone in a hidden corner. The so-called light cone is to preserve the owner's memories, like a photograph, so that they can be viewed at any time to prevent them from forgetting these important memories.

This light cone records Sunday and Robin from when she was a child. When Sora saw the little bird as a child, her eyes lit up. Robin is indeed a great beauty. She was also stunningly beautiful as a child. The biggest difference between the light cone and a photograph is that you can see the person in it from all angles. At this moment, the little bird is wearing a beautiful dress and standing on the bed as if she is singing. Sunday is standing under the bed, clapping for her sister on stage like an audience member at a concert.

Because the little bird was so beautiful, Qiong secretly stuffed the light cone into her bosom with her not-so-clean little hands.

"Take out what you have in your hand."

A cold voice came from behind. Qiong, feeling guilty, put the light cone back on the bookshelf and then looked at Sunday who walked in with an embarrassed expression.

"Um, Brother Zhou Ri, I just saw that the light cone was dirty, so I wiped it with my clothes."

Qiong found a legitimate explanation for his behavior, but Sunday didn't even glance at him. There were outsiders present, and he had to be mindful of his image.

"Unauthorized trespassing in forbidden territory is hardly proper behavior for a guest, Mr. Walter."

On Sunday, he said that Walter was in the wrong in this matter, and he could only accept whatever was said to him, but he had no choice but to do so.

“I apologize, Mr. Sunday. We couldn’t find anyone to contact, so we entered your residence without permission. Please forgive us.”

Walter's apology seemed sincere. He had only returned to the area on Sunday, and it was unclear what exactly Walter and his group had done.

"Even if no one greets you, shouldn't you sit quietly and wait for the host to arrive?"

On Sunday, he raised his hand to Walter and said that when he entered, he didn't see the guests sitting here, but a group of people with not-so-clean hands. His sister's precious light cone had been stolen by a pig, and he would find a chance to get revenge later.

"We came here to understand the case with Mr. Sunday in order to avoid any mishaps in the investigation process."

Walter's way of dealing with people is not only sincere, but also shameless. He didn't even bother to respond to Sunday's words, but instead entered into cooperative mode.

"Very well, since you have come with goodwill, I have no reason to ask you to leave."

When I saw Walter like this on Sunday, I didn't criticize him too much. We're in a cooperative relationship now, and I can't just kick him out over something like this.

"Don't worry, he didn't notice that we looked through those documents."

Huang Quan spoke up beside Walter, subconsciously assuming she was concealing her presence, so the voice was the team's voice chat. However, she forgot that the head of the Tong Xie family was very sensitive to sound.

"I didn't notice it, but I heard it."

Sunday's expression was a mix of helplessness and anger. Walter, Qiong, and Liuying all raised their hands to cover their foreheads. They felt that even if no one could hear the team's voice chat, they could simply not say it. But they still lost to the dazed Huang Quan.

Huang Quan realized he had spoken out of turn and could only remain silent, pretending to be a wooden statue.

"The truth has not yet come to light, but I am not far from it. I assure you all, the traitor will soon pay the price."

On Sunday, pretending not to hear anything, he continued, "Things have come to this point, and the sunk costs are too high. I should have told them to get lost when Qiong was secretly taking the light cone."

"May justice be served soon, but I have a question for Mr. Sunday: how did the family determine that the murderer was hiding inside?"

Walter skillfully glossed over the awkwardness of the previous moment on Sunday and moved into a serious conversation.

Chapter 96 Coming for Me?

"Forgive my bluntness, but someone is trying to create chaos on the eve of the Harmony Festival, which is exactly in the company's interest... The family should have reason to suspect that the company is behind this," Walter said.

“Other family heads have raised the same concerns as you. But in my opinion, the real murderer would never flaunt his identity like that envoy… Besides, I have already put him in shackles myself.”

He appeared very confident on Sunday. Everyone here knew what he meant by "shackles." A person who is bound by something doesn't really need his excessive concern.

"However, I would like to convey Mr. Walter's concerns to you both. In my opinion, you are the ones who should be more wary of the gold dust... The wicked may not be able to move the high walls, but they can plunge a sharp knife into the heart of the righteous."

"He's a businessman, not a philanthropist, but right now he's scattering money around the streets and heading alone toward the Crook Film Park. I wonder what he's up to... Everyone should be on guard."

Sunday's tone was very confident. He no longer posed a threat to Sand Gold. The only ones who might be betrayed were the people from Star Train. Moreover, he already knew that Star Train had reached a cooperation agreement with Sand Gold.

Walter left without saying anything more. The Star Train's practice of profiting from both ends was indeed somewhat unethical, but it also meant that they remained neutral and did not favor anyone just because either side's opinion made sense. They were simply persisting in finding the answers they wanted, and these methods were merely a process, not the result.

As they were leaving the Asahi Mansion, Sora received a message on her phone from Himeko, who asked them to meet at the Krok Film Park to share their information.

So the two groups rushed to the same place, where gold dust happened to be. The mystery was not solved, but it was getting closer.

After meeting, Himeko and Welt nodded to each other and explained their respective discoveries. Himeko had found Galah and learned his true identity.

"To make a long story short, Galakh was once Mikhail's man, and Mikhail was a watchmaker."

Himeko explained the situation simply: the watchmaker had been found, but unfortunately, he only had a name and a story that wasn't exactly a comedy.

"Firefly, doesn't that name sound familiar?"

Qiong pulled Liuying's hand and said that the two of them should be the first people to know this name, but they never expected that it was the name of the watchmaker.

"Yes, when we were at the Dream Hotel, someone kept calling that name."

Liu Ying nodded and said that she had always remembered her experiences, which was why she remembered the name.

"This is also what we want to say. Mikhail is dead, but someone has used his identity as a watchmaker to send invitations to many people. Galakh means that someone has inherited Mikhail's will and has been fighting against the family."

Jizi explained.

"So they weren't working together? But I heard the watchmaker had a good relationship with his family."

Liu Ying asked in surprise. As an illegal immigrant, her sources of information were similar to those of ordinary people, except that she knew a little more. If Gallagher hadn't revealed such a secret, no one would have known.

"Yes, what you've heard is the praise from the outside world. Inside the family, they've secretly nailed the watchmaker to the pillar of shame. Father of Dreams, what an ironic title."

Himeko nodded and said that they had previously thought that the clockmaker and the family were in cahoots. Mikhail had obviously been treated unfairly. Ryuki also knew this; she had seen many unfair things and was not so fragile.

Seeing the change in Liuying's expression, Qiong took her hand and smiled at her. Qiong's smile cheered Liuying up, giving her plenty of energy to face what lay ahead.

【ladies and gentlemen!】

A sudden broadcast interrupted Himeko's narration. She looked up at the loudspeaker by the roadside, where the voice was coming from, and they were familiar with the owner of the voice.

[Pinocchio's most amazing and spectacular show ever is about to begin! Interstellar Peace Corporation cordially invites you to the live performance at Crocker Park!]

Sand Gold's voice was very smug, as if he had set up a stage and was about to start the performance. Although the broadcast could be heard throughout the entire dream, only the Star Train group was actually invited. Everyone else had been caught by the family hounds and had left the Krok Film Park for refuge.

However, the family hounds ignored the people on the Star Train during their operation, which suggests that they had received some orders, implying that they could move forward to face the gold dust.

"He was right on Sunday. He was supposed to go find the murderer, but instead he's causing trouble here."

Qiong was puzzled about what Sand Gold was trying to do, but there was no point in thinking about it now. The group could only walk deeper into the film park, where the tour guide would make her appearance again.

"There is a large stage at the very back, with several large screens. Many famous directors' films are screened there, and the flow of visitors is usually very large."