As for what kind of "contradiction" can achieve such an effect, and how to create it, he currently has no idea at all.

Contradictory situation... Adding new rules to solve it... Klein smiled and listened quietly, one thought after another collided fiercely in his mind, sparks burst out.

At this moment, the surface of the "Magic Mirror" in his hand glowed with water, and silver words emerged one after another: "Pasha, do you want to know what is newly added to the bulletin board?"

The mirror asked me directly... why did it ask me directly? Pasha was taken aback for a moment, then quickly nodded and replied, "Yes."

The water in the silver mirror fluctuated, quickly restoring the current state of the bulletin board.

Obviously, there are two new rules: "... the cathedrals are closed early in accordance with the curfew order..."

"...All hotels only accept guests who have registered their IDs..."

Phil suddenly panicked: "...Where are we going now?"

He couldn't think of how he, Roy, and Pasha could escape punishment.

Roy and Pasha glanced at each other, and various thoughts popped up in their minds, but none of them worked.

At this time, Klein, who had been keeping quiet before, smiled and turned his gaze to Byers: "Where is your home in Beldan?"

"In a rental house at No. 18 Hongfeng Street, but that apartment has collapsed in the artillery strike." Byers replied with a little doubt.

Klein smiled and said, "You can make a wish to me to make your house intact."

"...Is this okay?" Although the magical "magician" on the opposite side healed Phil's severed hand with unbelievable abilities, Byers still felt that it was more difficult to restore the collapsed house than After all, the military doctor Roy said, Weber, could do that too.

"Of course." Klein reminded with a smile, "Hurry up."

At this time, the prayers in the church were leaving one after another.

Byers didn't dare to delay any longer, and immediately said, "I hope my home can be restored to its original state."

"Okay." Klein raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, "Your wish has come true."

Well? Roy and the others were stunned, and Klein activated "Teleportation" again, leading them to No. 18 Hongfeng Street, where they stopped outside a two-bedroom room.

Byers looked at the familiar wooden door in front of him blankly, subconsciously stretched out his right hand, and pushed it open.

Cabinets, coal stoves, high and low beds, oil-stained wooden tables, and messy old newspapers all came into Byers' eyes, making his eyes moist in an instant.

Before the war broke out, when he returned here from the mine, he could always see his mother busy by the coal stove. His father and elder brother either took the time to make some repairs, or helped deal with the broken parts of fruits and vegetables. Home work, the young niece learned the shape of words from waste newspapers under the guidance of her mother who made matchboxes.

Although this kind of life is difficult and has no ability to resist risks, it is still a very fond memory of Byers, which is many times better than the dim mine tunnel, heavy ore, and supervisor's whip.

But now, even such an unusually small beauty has been completely destroyed.

"Aren't you inviting us in?" Phil stood at the door, not daring to break into the house.

Byers came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "Please come in, please come in."

After entering this uninhabited house, Klein sat down on a chair that might break anytime, and fell silent.

Roy, Pasha and the others did not dare to disturb this gentleman, and waited quietly beside him.

Twenty or thirty seconds later, Klein suddenly looked around and said with a smile, "I have an idea that needs to be verified. Which of you will cooperate with me?"

"Me." Roy responded without hesitation. JrNovels.com