Super Righteous Player-Chapter 1222 - 260: The Sunset Never Falls

"I have no objections."

The physically strong doctor was the first to answer.

The blonde-haired man shrugged indifferently.

The young-looking repairman asked, "Did you bring the Crystal Ball?"

"No," the old woman said with a chuckle, "not all divinations require a Crystal Ball.

"Sister, do we have Tarot cards here?"

"Ah, indeed we do."

As she spoke, the sister turned and fetched the Tarot cards, a bit sheepishly admitting, "It really is popular among us girls... I bought these before but then forgot to use them."

"It’s okay, not everyone needs divination. You can live peacefully without it, which shows even more that you are a confident and good child."

The old woman let out a hoarse laugh, like that of a Crow.

As she said this, she didn’t perform any particularly ceremonial actions. She simply shuffled the cards and laid out four cards in front of herself.

"Who wants to go first?"

The old woman asked.

Annan maintained his silence, deciding to watch from the sidelines.

"I’ll go."

The doctor was the first to respond.

He stood up, walked behind the old woman and pondered, "Which one should I flip over?"

"Choose one to flip over."

The old woman cheerfully said, "One card will be enough."

"Then this one."

The doctor said, as he was about to flip over the first card from the left.

But just then, someone knocked on the door.

Bang!

It sounded as if a drunkard was banging on the door outside, a very loud noise.

"It’s the Philosopher."

The blonde-haired man was the first to react: "He’s late! Could he be drunk?"

"I’ll get the door."

The doctor stopped flipping over the Tarot cards and walked towards the door.

Bang! Bang!

The knocking from outside didn’t cease but became more urgent.

"Coming, coming, coming!"

The doctor responded loudly: "Don’t rush—"

His words suddenly stuck in his throat.

A look of profound fear appeared on his face.

...The smell of blood?

A strong scent of fresh blood wafted in.

Annan immediately stood up and took a few steps toward the door—joined by the slow-eating blonde-haired man.

Thus, Annan immediately saw the visitor.

Or rather—the visitor’s remains.

A middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a Twisted expression, his right hand reached forward and was slightly bent, maintaining the motion of knocking.

He hung in front of the door like a swing, and as he swayed back and forth, his outstretched right hand would knock on the door.

And the Philosopher’s legs were nowhere to be seen, continuously dripping blood plasma. The door and the ground at the entrance were completely stained red with plasma.

When the doctor opened the door, with the Philosopher’s "legless kick," blood splashed all over him from the bottom up.

Considering the freshness of the blood, the Philosopher must not have been dead for long...

"What happened?"

The sister’s voice trembled with fear: "Is there... a gangster? Has a murderer come into the village?"

"It must be a killer who barged in from outside," the old woman calmly pondered, "there are only eight of us in this village. And the seven of us are already here... and we didn’t see anything like this when we arrived."

—No.

Annan silently disagreed.

Not everyone had an alibi—the sister actually had time to commit the crime. After everyone entered the house, she could potentially have climbed out the window to commit the crime... assuming, the killer was indeed one of them.

Is this a Detective scenario?

But Annan always felt that it wasn’t that simple...

"What should I do?"

The pregnant lady truly seemed panicked: "My child is due tomorrow!"

"Don’t panic."

The doctor first pressed on himself, causing time on his body to reverse, and his bloodstains completely disappeared.

Then he said firmly, "Since outsiders have entered the village, it means that heading home could be dangerous. We might as well stick together for safety... I can stay with you and the old woman tonight to protect you both."

"Then I should stay with Grandpa."

Crow quickly answered: "I’ll protect Grandpa!"

"Should I stay with the repairman?"

Sister’s voice had some hesitation, as she clearly thought that the child might not be able to protect himself.

Seeing this, Crow immediately replied: "How about we add Sister and the repairman too? Why don’t all four of us just stay put then?"

"That works."

The doctor said solemnly: "Take good care of the repairman and them. While the sun hasn’t set yet, I’ll take them away first."

"Be careful on the way."

Crow advised: "You’re pushing a wheelchair and with a pregnant woman. That thug might not have gone far."

Suddenly the meeting finished just like that.

After the three of them left, the atmosphere in the room instantly became much colder.

Whether it was the silent repairman, Sister who looked just like an ordinary girl, or Annan who was lost in thought, obviously none of them wanted to chat with Crow.

Annan pondered and walked towards the four cards left by the old woman.

These were Sister’s cards, so the old woman didn’t take them when she left. And evidently, the doctor wasn’t in the mood to partake in any fortune-telling either.

Therefore, Annan, following his intuition, flipped the second card from the left.

It was the Justice card in its upright position.

Annan paused, then flipped open the first from the left.

Which was the card the doctor had originally chosen.

—It was the Death card, but reversed.

"Are you looking at the cards, Grandpa?"

Crow came over and then flipped one: "Strength...does this mean I am very powerful?"

"That’s the Strength card reversed."

Annan casually said: "Might mean just the opposite."

"Tsk...is it that sad?"

Crow awkwardly put the card down.

And the repairman and Sister next to him, clearly weren’t interested in this either.

Even the plates on the table remained unwashed.

"Let’s all sleep in the living room tonight."

Sister brought out some blankets and pajamas, whispering softly: "The room soundproofing might be too good... Just in case, let’s sleep here. It’s better for looking out for each other."

"Now that it’s almost dark. Tomorrow morning, let’s search the village together when it brightens up."

"You’re right."

Annan whispered in agreement: "I’m feeling a bit sleepy myself."

He suddenly felt an intense drowsiness... and without even managing to crawl under the blanket, fell asleep sideways on the couch.

The sense of being watched by someone became even clearer.

It was as if just a blink, a "momentary" instant.

When Annan woke up again.

He found himself still seated, with a blanket over his knees.

"Old woman?"

The doctor’s steady voice came from behind him, "Awake now?"

...Old woman?

Annan suddenly realized something, raised his head, and opened his eyes.

He wasn’t sitting on a couch, but in a wheelchair—

In front of Annan was a gigantic sunset hanging in the sky.

It was as if he had gone back a few hours.

—As if the sun had never set.