Chapter 26: messenger
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"Mr. Azik, how should this be used?" Klein glanced at the copper whistle in his palm again, then raised his head and asked.
Azik leaned halfway on the back of the sofa, exhaled the smoke from his mouth, and said in a calm tone:
"You can try blowing it."
Blow it... Klein felt the cold but very soft copper whistle, pinched the end of it, and slowly moved it to his mouth. He vigorously puffed out the cheeks on both sides, and blew fiercely. for a moment.
Strangely, the copper whistle did not make any sound, but Klein clearly felt as if a biting cold wind was blowing, and the entire room instantly became gloomy and cold.
His spiritual intuition was slightly touched, and he subconsciously pulled his left teeth quickly. With the blessing of brightly colored spiritual vision, he saw on the floor next to him, illusory and hazy white bones were thrown out of the air, forming a Weird fountain.
He took a few bones and gradually staggered them together, forming an illusory tall monster under Klein's gaze.
Looking at the giant monster whose entire body was made of white bones and was nearly four meters tall, an unreal feeling instantly developed in Klein's mind. think:
"This looks good enough to be a little 'boss' in a level..."
After stabilizing his body, the messenger only glanced at Klein, then quickly turned around, reduced himself to a normal size, and slumped in front of Azik Eggers, the illusory bones all over his body could not help shivering.
Ards looked at the humble messenger at his feet, turned his head indifferently, looked at Klein and said with a smile:
"This is one of my messengers. You only need to give him the letter in the future, so that speed and privacy can be guaranteed."
One... In other words, you have many other messengers, and this may be the one that is not very outstanding... Klein nodded stiffly. He felt that he had underestimated Mr. Azik earlier. He may have reached the same level as the Deacon Amani who just reviewed him, a demigod!
Klein nodded slowly, indicating that he had understood how to use it. Then he saw Mr. Ards nodded slightly, and the messenger who was originally lying on the ground trembled, and then quickly disintegrated into illusory, The hazy white bones burrowed into the floor, and the whole process did not make a sound.
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In the evening, Klein dragged his very tired body back to Daffodil Street, endured the pain in his muscles, fumbled for the key from his pocket, and opened the door with a click.
The maid Bella, who heard the door slamming in the house, rushed over quickly and took the sinking wooden cane in Klein's hand. After struggling for a while, she stammered:
"Mr. Klein, do you need me to help you in? Miss Melissa and Mr. Benson are now dining in the restaurant, and they ordered a dinner for you before."
If I were helped into the restaurant by you, I might not know what Melissa would think. I lied to her before that I wasn't tired from fighting training... Klein forced a smile:
"No, I'll just do it myself."
Immediately, he resisted the pain in his muscles, strode towards the restaurant with stiff steps, but slandered in his heart:
"If the changes brought about by the 'Joker' potion were not too prominent, Mr. Gao Wen would not have suddenly increased the amount of training today, but this also proves that I can really deal with the real battlefield."
In the dimly lit room, Klein relied on the memory in his head familiarly, turned several times, and walked to the restaurant where Melissa and Benson ate. My own Melissa.
She frowned slightly and said softly:
"Klein, does your company always torture people like this?"
I clearly used the ability of the 'clown' to control my movements on purpose... Klein opened his mouth a few times, and finally responded with a smile:
"Maybe this is the price of the high salary. The demanding job requires a higher salary, and I may have to get another salary increase."
After being promoted to 'Joker', he will usher in a new salary increase, but because of today's slightly heavy topic and his performance at the time, he and the captain both forgot about it, and Klein will talk about it again tomorrow. Ask about it, and choose an opportune moment to announce your real salary to Benson and Melissa—before being promoted to 'Joker,' of course.
Alas, I think Benson and the others will never be able to confess their speed as fast as my salary increase... Klein silently complained in his heart.
"Are you going to raise your salary again?"
"Could it be because of some danger? You said before that sometimes even a civilian like you needs to practice fighting skills in order to deal with some things." Melissa frowned and asked slowly.
Klein took the dinner reserved for him from Bella, pulled out the chair, leaned back, and replied casually:
"It's just that I recently discovered some valuable cultural relics for the company, and the salary increase has not yet been decided. This still needs to be reported to the top management through the company, and the salary increase can only be obtained after the upper management responds."
"As for combat training, it's just an extra task for physical fitness. After all, you have seen it. I often work overtime. If I don't have a healthy body, I can't even enjoy this salary."
"Heh, everything has a price. High effort and high return are very reasonable." Klein finally said with a slightly teasing corner of his mouth.
Benson nodded in agreement, glanced at Melissa, who seemed to be thinking seriously, and Bella, who was far away, lowered his voice, and said in a pretended serious tone:
"Klein is right. This is the importance of hard work and knowledge. Of course, if hard work alone cannot succeed, half of the residents down the street will become millionaires."
"As for government officials and nobles, they pay more. After all, not everyone will give up the cherished rest time."
Because many people don't even have the chance to give up, huh, the familiar Benson-style humor... Klein paid attention to his sister's expression, smiled in response, turned his head to look at Melissa and said:
"So you should pursue better education. Knowledge is the most important key to a good life in the future."
"If I can learn more about machinery, I will definitely choose to keep working hard." Melissa lowered her head slightly and whispered.
Klein nodded with a smile, stopped talking, and ate his own dinner.
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After dinner, Klein, after greeting his brother and sister, returned to his room directly on the grounds that he wanted to rest early.
He looked at the dark street outside the window. There was no one there. There were only a few street lamps scattered on both sides of the gravel road, emitting a faint light.
brush!
He suddenly drew the curtains, blocking out the crimson moonlight pouring in from the window. Instead, he turned around and lit the gas lamp that came with him.
He was going to write a letter to ask Ms. Daly about the details of the church overseer who knew the 'acting method' of the night watchman swearing to the goddess.
He took out the round-bellied absorbent pen from the drawer, skillfully drew enough ink from the ink bottle, hung the nib above the slightly yellowed letter, and started writing while thinking.
"Dear Ms. Daly, I recently passed the sanctuary's review and was successfully promoted to Sequence Eight's 'Joker'."
"Of course, before this, the senior deacon appointed by the church, His Excellency Fran Amani, presided over the ceremony of swearing to the goddess for me, so as to ensure that I would not disclose the 'acting method' to other Nighthawks. Content."
"In the process of swearing to the goddess, I encountered some strange things. I did not swear directly through the sacred object, but completed the oath in a way similar to ritual magic."
"I want to ask you about the process in which you swore to the goddess that you would never reveal the 'acting method'."
"Because after the deacon left, I had a conversation with the captain. The process of the captain swearing to the goddess seems to be different from me. I just felt a huge sense of fear, and then completed the oath."
"I hope to solve my doubts through your experience at that time."
"A friend who has been helped by you."
After writing the last word, Klein turned his slightly stiff wrist, put the cap of the pen on, gently put it aside, picked up the letter he just wrote, carefully examined and checked it, After knowing that there were no omissions, I carefully packed it and put it in the envelope that was also taken out from the drawer.
He familiarly sealed the envelope with half a candle, then got up and took out the silver dagger used to arrange ritual magic. Com controlled the tip of the dagger to spurt out spirituality, walked around the room, built a wall of spirituality, and completely sealed off the room.
Afterwards, he quickly arranged the ceremony for summoning the messenger of Daly Simone, and after the candle that symbolized him was lit, he recited in a low voice:
"I!"
Immediately afterwards, he changed to Hermes:
"I call in my name:"
"The wandering and delusional spirit, the last creature driven by people, is the messenger of Daly Simone alone."
Woo!
The sudden change of shadow accompanied by the violent wind broke the previous peaceful atmosphere, and in a sound like a cry, the dim candlelight was instantly dyed with a faint blue color.
It swelled suddenly, illuminating the wall with the plain wallpaper, and a wave of almost transparent ripples rippling, highlighting a strange picture without eyebrows, no nose, no eyes, and only a thin lip adorning the mouth. face.
After it "sees" Klein, it tries to grow its jaws and sticks out a bright red tongue. The top of the tongue has five thin fingers, which are slowly opened and slowly squeezed together, as if to convey some kind of information.
Klein's eyes were dull and silent for two seconds, then he reacted, carefully avoiding the irregular fangs in the messenger's mouth, and handed the envelope to the hand on the messenger's tongue.
The messenger grabbed the envelope firmly and swallowed it directly, and then its transparent and eerie figure fluctuated, blending with the color of the background behind it and disappearing without a trace.
Looking at the candlelight returning to normal, Klein shook his head, lifted the spiritual wall that blocked his room, and said in a low voice:
"It doesn't look as reliable as Mr. Azik..."
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On the barren hills, an eight-clawed demon wolf with dark gray hair was crouching low, slowly moving on the dry ground with only scorched yellow grass.
It was obviously the summer of the Xingxing Plateau, but there was an illusory pale cold mist scattered all over the hills. Most of the creatures were driven out of the radiation range of the cold mist by the sudden cold. The body is scattered in a mess, wandering on the edge of the cold fog.
Suddenly, next to a dead tree farther away, the air that was shrouded in orange-yellow rays of light suddenly dyed a strong color, and the whole space was distorted, red more red, yellow more yellow, white more. White, the rich superposition of various colors, depicts a strange abstract oil painting.
The demon wolf, who was lying low in the middle of the cold fog, suddenly raised its head with dozens of fangs with twisted and illusory faces. The dark gray hairs were erected, and the sharp and fierce fangs were biting each other and clasping tightly. A grunting sound came out of his throat.
Many different kinds of creatures outside the cold mist tightened their bodies at the same moment and quickly jumped into the pale cold mist. For a time, the entire mist was full of octopus demon wolves with dark gray hair. figure.
It sensed the appearance of the enemy at the first moment, and often flaunted itself with vigilance, it wanted to use its own speciality to enter the spiritual world at the first time, but it was horrified to find that the corresponding spiritual world in this area seemed to be a A more mysterious and powerful gray-white mist shrouded it, and for a while, it directly disconnected from the spiritual world!
At this moment, the attacker next to the dead tree completely revealed her figure. Her limbs were abnormally long, and her whole body was covered by a sharp black knight's plate armor. Only a little orange-yellow light appeared on the ferocious eagle-headed helmet in the center.
She re-hung the silver-black badge that was originally in the palm of her hand on the buckle of the armor. Several muscles in her abnormally long legs were tense, and the pieces exploded. She instantly ejected herself and rushed straight into the illusory hazy. In the pale cold fog.
She ignored the number of dark gray demon wolves that had attacked her, and one indescribably ferocious spirit creature emerged from the gap in her plate armor, waving their "limbs" and turning into layers of flesh shields , paving the way for the all-black knight.
Under the guidance of the silver-black badge stuck on the outer layer of the armor, she twisted her body, and quickly condensed a heavy and generous giant sword in her hand, which was mixed with orange-red and blue-black. In the mouth of the monster with the characteristics of both sides of the wolf, under the storm of light, life and life tore it into pieces.
Another secret puppet... The dark knight recited silently, and then, following the guidance of her spiritual intuition, she deftly held the giant sword across her chest with two thuds, blocking two comparable to the shore. Anti-gun-grade air cannonballs.
She did not retreat because of this, but her feet suddenly fell into the dry and hard soil, stepping on a crack. After adjusting her breathing, her hands suddenly relaxed, and the giant sword fell to the ground instantly, a pale flame It quickly spread along the cracks that were smashed out of the ground, igniting the spirits in the entire cold fog.
With a stab, she dragged her great sword, rubbed against the ground, and slashed vertically along the momentum, bringing up a pale beam of light mixed with orange and red.
In the distance of the cold fog, a crimson flame rose violently, and the blurred and twisted figure of the dark gray devil wolf was instantly engulfed by the flame, and then the entire flame was split open by pale and orange-red light beams, and exploded with a bang. .
The above attacks were repeated many times, and the dark gray devil wolf flickered and erupted in the flames again and again, and pieces of rotten and broken flesh appeared on the ground covered by the cold mist.
The pitch-black knight standing in the middle of the cold fog suddenly stopped moving, inserted the giant sword straight into the cracked earth, and built a thick barrier made of dim yellow light on the spot.
She lowered her head, and the forehead behind the eagle-headed mask was aching faintly. She had consumed most of her spirituality just now under the teasing of the fog demonic wolf, and now it is gradually showing signs of drying up.
I can't take it any longer... She was silent for a while, and then she made up her mind. She suddenly pulled out the huge sword that was halfway straight into the soil, and swept it violently, creating an aura of decay and death. In the coexisting storm of light, countless weak or powerful spirit bodies poured out from the surface, desperately shackled the secret puppet that was still hidden in the pale cold mist.
The magic wolves mixed in the close-up group resolutely abandoned most of the close-puppets. After changing positions with the close-puppet avatars many times, they stretched their jaws, and the distorted and deformed giant spirit bodies emerged from their thick and sharp scorpions. The teeth emerged, broke free from the shackles of the "spiritual witch" ability, and ran towards the now more vulnerable pitch black knight.
The knight stared at a terrifying spiritual body floating in the air or hiding in the ground, decisively pulled off the silver-black badge stuck on the surface of his armor, and threw it out.
The badge swirled in the air, flew to the highest point under the blessing of inertia, and then stopped suddenly.
Without warning, the spiritual bodies of all the "creatures" within the range of the cold mist suddenly floated to the infinite heights, as if taken away by a higher existence, and were strangely hung upright for a while. , swaying like bacon, murmuring a strangely accented Elvish language.
"Loki... Bymon Thoth... Loki... Bymon Thoth..."
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On Saturday morning, Klein entered the Blackthorn Security Company. After greeting Roshan, he skillfully walked into Hengduan and knocked on the dark brown wooden door of the captain's office.
Dunn looked at Klein with deep eyes. After taking a sip of coffee, he said lightly:
"I forgot to tell you yesterday that after you are promoted to Sequence Eight, your weekly salary will change from the previous 6 pounds to 10 pounds per week. Oh, this is the level of a senior Sequence Nine, as long as you keep working normally, Maybe next year it could be £12 a week, like, like old Neil."
After speaking, Dunn lowered his head and took a sip of coffee again. Just when Klein was about to speak, he suddenly said, as if he had remembered something.
"By the way, I forgot to mention that your position in the police department has also changed from a trainee inspector to an inspector. They should have prepared the corresponding uniform epaulettes and certificates."
Klein was stunned for a moment, his mouth almost didn't close, reflecting that it took a long time to get back to his state, he immediately stretched his brows and eyes, and said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth:
"This is the best news I've heard this week."
The Dark-Free Talisman and the Yang Yan Talisman are the biggest gains that I have made, and they are not considered news.
Dunn put the coffee cup on the table and said in a mellow voice:
"Nighthawks are similar to the army in some respects. Soldiers need military merits to promote their ranks, and we also need corresponding merits in exchange for corresponding salaries and potions."
"That is to say, if there is no corresponding and sufficient merit, then even if the potion has been digested, it is impossible to apply for the potion after reaching the promotion standard?" Klein asked immediately.
Dunn paused for a while, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly:
"Actually, as long as you normally follow the team to deal with daily affairs, you will always encounter extraordinary events, and you will always accumulate merits for it, even if it is passive, so that you can always save enough opportunities for promotion."
"And for most Nighthawks, Sequence Nine may be the whole of their lives, the end of their promotion."
At the end of the promotion... Klein was a little dazed, and fell into silence for a while.
The opposite Dunn seemed to have thought of the same thing and continued to drink coffee.
Suddenly, Roshan knocked on the door of the captain's office and got in carefully, feeling the heavy atmosphere in the room, and said softly:
"Captain, this is a report from the police station."
Dunn immediately put down the coffee cup in his hand, cleared his throat and said:
"Just leave it here."
Roshan nodded, bypassing the silent Klein, and gently placed the paper with the report on the captain's desk, then tried her best to control the sound of footsteps and ran out of the office quickly.
Dunn watched Roshan close the door, sighed, picked up the paper on the table, and looked at it seriously.
As his gaze moved, his brows gradually wrinkled, and his eyes gradually became sharper. After reading it, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Klein and said:
"There is a case that needs your help."
"It can be used as feedback on your recent learning results. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"
Klein raised his brows and asked subconsciously:
"Are there any extraordinary cases involved?"
"No, it's just a normal case with suspenseful elements. Mr. Maynard, the city councillor, was found dead naked at home this morning. Because of the identity of the deceased, the Tingen Police Department was under a lot of pressure. Our psychic method is to find out the murderer as soon as possible, or find out the cause of death of Congressman Maynard." Dunn explained casually, then thought for a while, and then added, "Only you in the team can complete this task. The other 'spies' sent to us by the church won't arrive in Tingen until next week, so the police station shouldn't be able to take that much pressure anymore."
Klein thought for a while, nodded, and replied softly:
"no problem."
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Klein, wearing a characteristic police uniform with two silver stars and a soft hat with a police badge in the style of "Crossing the shoulders, surrounded by the crown", stood straight at the door of the police station, his bookish face was also stained at the moment. With a sense of heroism, the whole person brought a sense of fierceness.
He recalled the information given by the captain in his mind:
"The time of death was between 9:00 and 11:00 last night. During this period, the police and servants entered and exited the room, and the scene was also contaminated with the atmosphere of these "unrelated people". No, perhaps there is a murderer hidden in it, which cannot be called "Irrelevant".
Just as Klein was thinking, a tall figure walked out of the gate of the police station and walked straight towards Klein.
Klein looked at the figure who wanted to approach him gradually, the corners of his mouth raised little by little, and sighed in his heart:
"That police officer has gotten fatter. Now he's more like a circus member than me, um, the funny brown bear."
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"Loki... Bymun Thoth..."
"Loki... Bymun Thoth..."
The dark gray-haired demon wolf facing the pitch-black knight wearing the eagle-headed helmet had no choice but to manipulate the thread of his own spiritual body due to the influence of the bizarre babble uttered by his own secret puppet and bound spirit. It was closed into a circle, barely getting rid of the attraction of the silver-black badge floating above the head to the thread of its own spiritual body.
He tried to condense the pale cold mist around him to cover his figure, but found that the dark knight on the opposite side had disappeared. It was still bright and sunny during the day, but the wilderness at this time seemed to have entered a rainy autumn, changing It was extremely humid, cold, and filled with the smell of death and decay.
"Damn...the giant..."
"The thief's... lackey..."
His fangs-baring head muffled out a few out-of-tune giant words, bloodshot in his clear eyes, covered with a layer of turbidity and madness.
Although anger occupied his brain for a while, he still tried to ignite the remaining clothing fragments on his close-up due to the instinct brought by his Beyonder characteristics. Escape, just continue like this, until the half-giant on the opposite side is depleted of spirituality.
Snapped!
The close-up puppet swaying in the air like bacon twitched, only black smoke came out of her body, and the spark that had just ignited flashed twice before it went out!
The humid and cold environment here directly affects the burning of the spiritual flame!
The eight-clawed demon wolf covered in dark gray fur raised his front paws anxiously and slapped the ground a few times, his neck covered with tufts of thick and short wolf hair suddenly decomposed into hundreds of translucent, engraved with mysterious patterns. Maggots, they cling to each other in a staggered manner, squirming quickly, and reorganized into a new neck that is smooth, white, and relatively slender.
The devil wolf raised his upper body high, his jaws slightly opened, and a low, hoarse voice came from his mouth:
"What the **** do you want to do!"
"You know very well that I am not the main material of the 'Bishop of Fear', I am just a devil wolf mixed with the characteristics of the 'Darkness' pathway."
"You and I are beings chased by believers of 'Dark Night' and 'God of Dawn'. Why do you have to beat me to the death? We can work together to kill those who will truly threaten our lives."
The pitch-black knight wearing the eagle-headed helmet was startled for a moment, then slowly put down the great sword, his right hand still resting on the hilt, and his left hand familiarly took off the helmet engraved with the characteristics of the eagle's head that wrapped most of his head.
With the disarming of the helmet, a huge dark brown braid leaked out of the helmet, threw it out naturally, and hung down with gravity, revealing a flat face with a slender one eye and blue-black skin.
The slender one-eyed eye seemed to have not adapted to the suddenly stronger sunlight. It closed a few times left and right, and then fully opened, revealing the huge pupils that were hidden behind the blue-black eyelids, shimmering with orange-red light.
She opened her chapped lips and said in a mellow voice:
"Only you will be chased by 'Dark Night', I won't, and this is the place of 'Sun', and 'Dawn' can't reach out."
"No, you don't understand..." The devil wolf, who had been surrounded by pale white mist, was about to respond to the other party's argument, but he seemed to have thought of something, and just opened his jaws slightly as he spoke. Zi froze in the air, trembling slightly.
The pupils in his eyes reflected the figures of the puppets and spirits that were hoisted and suspended in mid-air, and reflected their eyeballs turned towards him.
Those eyeballs stared straight at the demon wolf that was frozen in place, empty and absent.
Resentful soul possessed?
That badge has the characteristic of being alive?
I clearly controlled the thread of my spiritual body, why... the dark gray demon wolf tried hard to activate the gradually stagnant brain, and drove the thinking that was almost stuck.
He tried to control the spirits around him to wake him up, but found that all spirits had long been forced to "drive away by the dark knight, either being killed while trying to attack him, or being hung up by the silver-black badge as bacon, At this time, there could not be a single spirit that was enough to express the entity in the entire wasteland.
He tried to lower his voice and "sing" a more intense song to wake him up, only to find that he could only spit out syllables one by one, and he couldn't connect them in series at all.
In desperation, he could only follow the instinct of the beast, tightening his eight legs as if they had been filled with lead, and at the same time exerting force, relying on his good control over his body, he jumped suddenly, and crashed into the air. Countless spiritual body threads, silver-black badges floating for no reason.
At the same moment, a slightly dim light storm blew up again on the barren land, and the fragments made of pure orange-red light were wrapped in the cold hurricane, and instantly shattered without any cover, exposing the weakness of the whole body in the air. Demon wolf.
For a warrior, such an obvious opportunity is impossible to pass up.
As the storm of light ceased, a burst of red mist exploded, and the stench gradually spread. Numerous pieces of meat fell along with other corpses that were hung in the air like bacon, and fell heavily to the ground.
The demon wolf who faced off against the black knight just now and almost played with his opponent to the point of exhaustion died just like that!
Before his death, he seemed to be suddenly affected by something, and his thinking was unknowingly plunged into ignorance, and he chose an action that was no different from suicide!
There was only the dark knight standing in the huge wilderness. A light layer of water mist appeared in her slender eyes. After a few seconds of silence, she quickly walked to the beach that originally belonged to the dark gray devil wolf. Among the pieces of meat, he pulled his hands together for a while, and pulled out the silver-black badge that was pressed by the stump.
She was holding the silver-black badge that was clearly taken from the blood, but was still clean, and she stared at that, staring at the mysterious pattern composed of half twisted lines and half pupilless eyes on the badge, and fell into a daze. in silence.
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"This is all the information we have at present after Congressman Maynard's death." The brown bear-like Inspector Tolle handed the paper report in his hand to Klein, and said in a rough voice.
Have new clues? Klein tilted his head, took the paper report from Inspector Toler, and read it carefully.
Police Maynard is suspected to have died of a heart attack... Klein raised his eyebrows and turned to Inspector Toller and asked:
"Does this congressman have any medical history related to heart disease on weekdays?"
The tall Inspector Tolle was stunned for a while, his eyes turned slightly upwards, looking at the sky and recalled:
"No relevant records were found."
In Loen, most upper-class gentlemen and ladies usually have their own private doctors or go to professional private hospitals to treat their illnesses. Detailed physical health reports and medical history are not only a symbol of decency for the upper class, but also a guarantee of their own health.
Therefore, when the Ruen police deal with similar sudden death cases, it has become a tacit and necessary step to obtain the medical history of the deceased and compare the autopsy results.
Whether I didn't find it, or I couldn't get it... Klein smiled and changed the question:
"Then do you have the gentlemen and ladies who stayed at the scene, and have you made corresponding records?"
Inspector Tolle walked quickly to Mr. Maynard's second-floor building in front of him, and said quietly:
"We have guests from yesterday. They are all guests who stayed overnight after Mr. Maynard held a party last night. They all have relatively prominent identities. We have arranged those guests to rest in the living room."
In other words, apart from blocking the scene, the police did not do any work at all... Klein nodded slightly, and immediately followed.
Klein followed Inspector Toler closely, one fat and one thin, one tall and one low, and walked into the front hall of the magnificently decorated Congressman Maynard's house.
When he was about to enter the living room, Inspector Tolle, who was as tall as a bear, suddenly stopped in place, turned his back to Klein, and said in a low voice:
"I hope you can find out the cause of Mr. Maynard's death as soon as possible. This case is rather special. The wife of MP Maynard is a new party leader and the daughter of a member of the House of Commons. We have to be more cautious."
Klein didn't respond. He took a few steps forward, passed Inspector Toler's slender body, and entered the living room.
He ignored the surprised or respectful glances from the younger policemen, but slowly scanned the many guests in the hall - a few gentlemen in tuxedos and a few fine black veils covering their faces , a lady with a very gorgeous palace dress.
In the end, Klein's eyes stopped on a gentleman with a red complexion and round eyes. He seemed to have been annoyed by the constant inquiries of the police around him and was about to explode. Beside him, a man wearing a long black dress with skin The white, tender and clean lady who coexists with the youthful youth and the charming lady is holding the gentleman's arm and whispering something.
Inspector Tolle also saw the gentleman who could no longer suppress his temper, stood beside Klein, and explained casually:
"Mr. Bona and Ms. Sharon, one is Tingen's famous grumpy rich man, and the other is Tingen's popular socialite."
"Oh, although these two are very powerful, they must stay here compared to the questioning of a member of the House of Commons." After speaking, Inspector Tolle patted Klein on the shoulder, motioning him to follow him and go. On the second floor.
In front of a dark mahogany door on the second floor, Inspector Tolle stopped and introduced:
"This is the guest room where Congressman Maynard's body was found."
Guest room? Klein asked thoughtfully:
"Who did this room belong to last night?"
"It doesn't belong to anyone, but this sheet is stained with some traces of dried liquid." Inspector Tolle said with a hint, put on white gloves, unscrewed the door lock, and opened the crimson wooden door.
After the police officer in charge of guarding the room left, he nodded to Klein and signaled:
"Inspector Moretti, I'll leave the rest to you."
"I can only say that I will try my best to find the truth." The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly. He also put on white gloves, picked up his cane, and walked into the room, he closed the dark red wooden door.
He paced to the big bed that looked very soft, looked at the corpse covered with white cloth and circled in white, without hesitation he lifted up the white cloth covering the corpse, leaking out Congressman Maynard lying on the bed .
Klein gently pulled his upper left teeth, turned on his spiritual vision, and examined the dead body that was completely stiff and scattered with corpse stains.
This gentleman looks less than fifty, and his blond hair is rare, and he does not have the common baldness problem of gentleman Loen. He is relatively healthy, not very fat, and there is a mixture of pain and pleasure on his stiff face.
On his pale and bluish lower body skin, a little, a little yellowish dryness has solidified near the black hair, and a darker liquid remains on the dark red bed sheet under him~www.mtlnovel.com~ Dry marks.
Ahh... No wonder the Tingen police are so embarrassed. It's not easy to investigate. If there is no direct evidence, and they happen to investigate and deal with something they shouldn't know, someone will definitely take the blame for this. I understand the violent reaction of Congressman Maynard's wife. This is not only about her husband's death, but also about her dignity. Well, Loen people are more reserved.
Klein let out a sigh of relief. The originally tense mood was somewhat relaxed. He took out the corresponding materials familiarly, and quickly completed the pre-ceremony of the psychic ritual.
Just when he was about to recite the mantra, he suddenly thought of a very serious question!
If he really foresaw the truth of Maynard's death later, what would he predict?
Klein frowned slightly, and then firmly recited the corresponding ritual incantation.
In the quiet and distant scent of flowers and plants and the cold wind that surrounded him, Klein lowered his head and silently read the divination sentence he had long thought of:
"The real cause of Congressman Maynard's death."
"The real cause of Congressman Maynard's death."
After meditating for seven times, Klein stepped back in front of the high-back chair that he had pulled over in advance, and slowly sat down as his consciousness gradually disappeared.
He lowered his head, and his eyes were dyed with a deep, hazy black, which symbolized that his consciousness had entered a dream state.
In a dark, illusory haze, the only light source caught Klein's attention.
Snapped!
The dream suddenly shattered, Klein slowly opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
He sat on the high-back chair, put his head on his hands, rubbed his forehead lightly, and said with a low smile:
"Death to the peony..."
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"No, no, you have to be polite, Congressman Maynard was a decent gentleman..." Klein lowered his body and laughed a few times, restraining the corners of his mouth that kept turning up, and straightened up.
He looked over at the big dark red bed on which Congressman Maynard was lying, ready to take a closer look at Congressman Maynard to see if there was anything else wrong with him.
Suddenly, he heard an eerie sound, like the sound of a dilapidated bellows, causing him to get a lump and sweat on his back.
The moment he looked at the bed, Congressman Maynard, who was already stiff and had corpse spots on his body, suddenly straightened his body, holding the dark red sheet tightly with both hands, and the blood vessel roots on the back of his hands that had lost blood activity. Root burst into flames, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at the part below Klein's waist.
"Depend on!"
Klein rarely spoke Chinese in reality, and his thoughts stagnated in shock. With only instinctive movements, he twisted sideways and grabbed the silver-inlaid black cane that had been placed on the left side of his legs.
Congressman Maynard rolled his empty, bloodshot eyes, and caught a glimpse of Klein's movement of twisting his body. The stiff arms covered with black marks pushed hard, driving his heavy body and a suffocating wind to pounce. Towards the inside of Klein's left leg!
What is this!
Because I died disgracefully, so you don't want to die beautifully? Klein, whose fingertips just touched the silver-encrusted black staff, squatted down abruptly. With the bonus brought by the "Joker" potion to his body, he could clearly see that Congressman Maynard was "slowly" flying past him. The top of his head was about to hit the back of the high-back chair.
Taking this opportunity, he slightly adjusted the position of his legs, which were slightly restricted by the full squatting activity, and quickly stabilized his center of gravity after shaking. Congressman Nader slammed it out.
Boom!
Congressman Maynard's naked body slammed heavily on the dark red wooden door of the guest room and landed on the second floor, which was uncarpeted and only had a solid wooden floor.
He was slightly obese, and his body, which had deteriorated due to aging, twitched a few times, and he had a tendency to struggle to stand up again.
Inspector Toler, who was standing outside the door, heard a loud noise from inside the house, and hurriedly twisted the brass-colored door lock, only to find that the door lock seemed to have been damaged by an unexplained impact and could not be opened for a while.
Klein looked at Senator Maynard, who was about to struggle to get up, and subconsciously put his hand under his armpit, ready to pull out the revolver from the gun pocket, and use the Demon Hunter bullet to help him look decent.
Congressman Maynard, who had just struggled to his feet, seemed to sense the malice from the young man in the inspector's clothes opposite, drooling in his mouth, waving his stiff blue limbs, and rushing towards Klein.
Klein didn't have time to take out the revolver from the gun pocket under his arm, so he could only wave the stick with his right hand and put his left hand into the trouser pocket of his thigh, ready to release the "sleeping spell" hidden in it at any time.
The sturdy cane slammed up from below, swirling a blurry black shadow, and fell heavily on Congressman Maynard's chin, pushing him out again.
At this moment, Klein's hand in the trouser pocket of his left leg suddenly felt a cold and soft touch.
Mr. Azik's copper whistle? Klein's body that was planning to move further suddenly stopped.
Congressman Maynard seemed to have been lunging at my left leg just now. He was not aiming at the part below my waist, but at the copper whistle in my trouser pocket?
As his thoughts flickered, Klein looked at Senator Maynard, who was struggling again. A thought flashed through his mind. He took out Mr. Azik's copper whistle in his left hand and threw it out with all his might.
The brass-colored copper whistle bounced a few times on the darker ground and rolled in front of Mr. Maynard, only an arm's distance away from him.
Senator Maynard, who was squirming and struggling on the ground, suddenly stopped moving, slowly raised his head, stretched out his slightly twisted arm, and climbed towards the copper whistle that reflected the soft light.
He opened his mouth that had gathered a lot of saliva, and seemed to be about to swallow the copper whistle that was very attractive to him.
At this moment, a silver-white talisman was shot down in front of him several times, and reflected in his empty, cloudy eyeballs.
"Aha?"
This seemed to be beyond his brain's comprehension, Congressman Maynard tilted his head slightly, the saliva from his mouth flowed out slightly, dripping onto the floor, and on his eyeballs, a burst of crimson light burst out, bringing him The consciousness of "resurrection after death" has returned to the goddess' kingdom of God.
Klein cautiously looked at the corpse of Congressman Maynard, which had completely lost its life, and the saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth. .
I hope that Mr. Azik's copper whistle did not get saliva from Congressman Maynard... Klein squatted down slightly, carefully avoiding the saliva that had spread into a piece, and picked up the saliva that was lying on the ground quietly. Copper whistle on the floor.
Slightly sweating on his body, Klein held the copper whistle between his two fingers, and took a careful look around to make sure that nothing unclean was standing on it before he let out a sigh of relief.
Boom!
Inspector Tolle, who had been blocked from the outside by the dark red wooden door, ran for a while outside the door and slammed the door open. He was stunned and watched as he ran off the bed for some reason. Congressman Maynard, who had seen many marks of beating, couldn't help but murmured, and after a long pause, he asked tremblingly:
"Inspector Moretti, what happened?"
Klein calmly picked up the silver-inlaid black cane that he had put on the floor just now, and carefully installed Mr. Ards' copper whistle. A thought suddenly flashed through his mind. His voice was as calm as possible, the corners of his mouth slightly Upturned, he replied slightly exaggeratedly:
"Menard Maynard suddenly woke up just now. He wanted to tell me some secrets, but I was afraid to hear something bad, so I refused."
"This is not the time to be joking!" Inspector Toller clutched his heart, panted low, and lowered his voice, "How am I going to explain this to Congressman Maynard's wife!"
Klein looked at the slightly annoyed Inspector Toler, who tried his best to suppress the panic before him. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he asked back:
"The daughter of the new party leader, the wife of Congressman Maynard is back?"
Inspector Tolle also seemed to have slowed down, turned his head to look outside the house, and found that no one noticed, he carefully closed the door, and asked in a low voice:
"In this case, what should I do now?"
"He just sat up suddenly after my examination. I haven't figured out the specific reason. I think I need to do a purification for Congressman Maynard." , the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "You don't want his wife and children to have another 'cordial communication' when they say goodbye to him, right?"
Inspector Toler's face twitched involuntarily, his lips pursed a few times, and he said in a hoarse voice:
"I'll let you go and settle this matter as soon as possible."
Immediately, he backhanded and opened the dark red wooden door whose lock had lost its function, turned around and walked out, guarding the door.
Klein watched Inspector Toler's tall and generous figure completely disappear behind the door, nodded secretly, took out Mr. Azik's copper whistle, which he hurriedly put into his pocket, and frowned.
Congressman Maynard, who just turned into a corpse, has been longing for this copper whistle?
That's right, Mr. Azik has a close relationship with the God of Death, and may even be the descendant of the God of Death. His related items must be desired by undead such as living corpses.
Klein subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the corpse of Congressman Maynard, who had a miserable appearance. After thinking about it, he took out the ritual-related items first, and used the ritual magic commonly used by the Nighthawks for haunting.
After confirming that he had been thoroughly purified, Klein moved the body of Congressman Maynard back to the bed with relative ease, and used a white cloth to cover up the marks of beating on Congressman Maynard's body.
After doing all this, he let out a long sigh of relief, and sat slightly relaxed on the high-back chair that had been knocked down by Congressman Maynard. He took out the pen and paper in his formal pocket, and wrote down the divination statement. , took off the citrine on the left wrist, hung it above the divination sentence, and read it silently.
"Just now Congressman Maynard changed into a living corpse because of Mr. Azik's copper whistle."
"Just now Congressman Maynard changed into a living corpse because of Mr. Azik's copper whistle."
...
The citrine pendant slowly turned clockwise, affirming this guess.
Klein then wrote another divination statement below it:
"There were no extraordinary factors in the death of Senator Maynard."
"There were no extraordinary factors in the death of Senator Maynard."
...
After meditating seven times, the citrine pendant that was quietly hanging above the divination statement turned clockwise again, but after three laps, it slowly hovered in the air again, as if hesitating.
Could this really involve extraordinary factors?
But the result I got from the dream divination just now doesn't seem to be related to the Extraordinary factor. Could it be a kind of use of Extraordinary ability?
Can't this mean that I finally used a cane to help Congressman Maynard return to "calm", so the results of the divination showed that extraordinary factors were mixed?
Klein frowned tightly. The more he thought about it, the more outrageous he became. The expression on his face gradually became numb. Finally, he put away the pen and paper, and wrapped the citrine pendant around his left wrist.
He carefully bypassed the wooden floor where Congressman Maynard's saliva remained, and knocked lightly on the dark red wooden door.
Inspector Tolle, who was outside guarding the door, alerting whether anyone was approaching, heard a light knock on the door, turned around carefully, opened a crack in the door, and quickly got in.
He glanced at the guest room, which had basically been restored to its original state, and said in a low voice:
"Is it all right?"
"Hehe, you can go and say hello to him and see if he will respond to you." Klein raised his eyebrows and said with a low smile.
Inspector Toler's original serious expression suddenly lost control, and there was a hint of mania in his deep voice:
"Then did you find out how he died?"
Inspector, I just want to do a more exaggerated performance. I want to see if I can "digest" the "Clown" potion. Why do you feel like you're about to break your defense... Klein couldn't help but slandered a few words in his heart. .
Of course, due to the emergency situation at the police station, he still cleared his throat and said sternly:
"Menard Maynard really died of physical factors, similar to overexertion."
Inspector Tolle glanced at Congressman Maynard, who had been covered by a white cloth, with a lingering fear, and said:
"Then report it like this. By the way, did you find out who the lady who left traces in this room yesterday?"
Can you be sure that I have this ability? Klein thought thoughtfully:
"The one I met downstairs just now, the Ms. Sharon who was entangled beside Mr. Bona."
Immediately, he turned his head to look at Inspector Tolle, and saw the fleeting look of "knowing everything" on the other's face, and he was no longer as tense as before:
"I'll take care of the rest of the finishing touches. Believe me, when it comes to this kind of issue, women's quarrels can always overwhelm everything."
Klein took out a coin and tossed it at random, saying casually:
"I hope you can complete your work smoothly."
Snapped! The coin flipped several times in the air and fell back to Klein's hand.
A frayed and slightly blurred head of George III looks solemnly at the sky, reverse side.
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Tick tock, UU reading www.uukanshu.com tick tock...
In a dressing room inside the Golden Rose Ballroom, droplets of illusory gray "water droplets" kept dripping from the roof of the single room, forming a large puddle on the floor, causing waves of ripples.
The soothing music and the dancing girl's smile kept slipping in through the crack of the door, echoing in the small space of the dressing room, echoing with the clearer sounds outside.
Boom.
There was a muffled sound on the flimsy, thin wooden door of the dressing room, and the deep and mellow male voice and the soft female voice slid into the enclosed space along the trembling of the door.
The dance party outside the door is still going on. Several gentlemen in formal suits and ladies with blonde or brown hair and complex or simple and gorgeous dresses are sitting in different places. They seem to ignore the small dressing room. movement.
After the man and woman who hit the wooden door just now squeezed into the small wooden door belonging to the locker room, as the wooden door closed, the connection between the locker room and the outside world seemed to be completely separated due to the closing of the door, unknowingly. form a conceptual rule.
As the music in the ballroom changed from tactful to high-pitched, a lady and a gentleman folded their dresses and strolled into the dance floor in pairs.
No one noticed that a thin white mist was silently escaping from the crack of the thin wooden door.
Behind that door, the "illusory" gray liquid was gone, replaced by a hazy white mist that diffused throughout the narrow space, and a girl who only showed part of her figure in the white mist, not looking like a real girl.
He stood on a mess of men's clothes, slowly slid down against the wooden door, and slumped on the ground with an unnatural blush on his face.
"finally…"
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"Are you feeling uneasy recently?" Klein aimed sideways at the paper target in front, and skillfully used the revolver to empty the revolver of bullets.
Dust watched the dark holes open on the paper target, and looked at Klein sideways with interest:
"You seem to be more confident and stronger than before."
"Have you been promoted?"
Klein twisted his body, looked at Dr. Duster beside him, and threw off the revolver of the pistol at will. In the crisp sound of clinking, six brass bullet casings that reflected the faint light bounced and scattered on the ground.
"After all, I have completely mastered the potion before." Klein's tone was casual, and he seemed to remember something. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, appearing a little exaggerated, "Are you still scared to sleep by Hood Eugen?"
Dust turned his face away a little, curled his lips covertly, and muttered:
"It was the dragon's roar in my dream that made me sleepless before."
He casually loaded six bullets into his revolver, and there was a hint of dodge in his eyes:
"However, it is true that something has gone wrong recently. I feel that the signs of schizophrenia that I managed to suppress have appeared again."
Didn't I tell you something about the "acting method" implicitly? Klein held the gun down in his right hand, looked at Dr. Duster, who only had half of his face under the light, and thought about it:
"Have you reported these matters to your higher-ups again, how is Hood Eugen's condition now?"
Dust suddenly froze in the shadows, and said after a few seconds of silence:
"I...I have reported to the top, they appointed another 'psychiatrist', he called himself so, he came to check on Hood Eugen's situation, told me not to panic, spirit The symptoms of schizophrenia are just the sequelae of not fully grasping the 'audience' potion, as long as you carefully observe and distinguish, you can effectively suppress the momentum of your schizophrenia, and the dragon's roar will not appear again."
"So, in the end, what's your top management's decision to deal with Hood Eugen?" Klein asked thoughtfully.
Dust put the revolver in his hand into the gun basket next to him, looked up at Klein, and the light in Jinsi's eyes flickered slightly.
"They said they would pick up Hood Eugen from Tingen when they were ready, and would tell me a new address for contact later."
Picking it up directly is indeed the method that a secret organization will take. After all, a Sequence Seven 'psychologist' is not a member who can be discarded at will for the Heart Alchemy Association, which has been founded for a short time. He may already know that Some secrets, even if they are not important... Klein smiled and comforted the other party:
"It's also a good thing for you, as long as Hood Eugen leaves Tingen, you don't have to worry about it, do you?"
When Dust heard Klein's words, the tense muscles on his face shrank slightly, and he looked forward without focus and said:
"Yes, as long as he leaves, my mental state will improve, and I can sleep well."
Seeing Dust's relief, Klein also put away the gun, put it gently into the gun basket next to him, comforted him a few words, and turned around to leave.
Just when he stepped on the threshold of the small shooting range, he was suddenly stunned and heard a crisp "pop" in his mind.
I didn't ask him about Hood Eugen's detailed status just now, I didn't ask him about Hood Eugen's recent actions, I forgot... Klein gradually frowned, turned around slowly, and looked at To Doctor Duster behind him.
Although the doctor still stood blankly with blank eyes as before, his hand had already clenched the revolver that Klein had put into the gun basket with his own hands, the gun closest to Klein!
Klein's thoughts turned around, and a picture of Dust skillfully raising his right arm and shooting himself quickly appeared.
boom!
Dust's action was as Klein expected, he raised his hands mechanically and pulled the trigger.
Fortunately, as soon as the image appeared in his mind, Klein was pulled by his nerves and swooped to the side away from the paper target. The bullet just wiped the dark brown door frame, leaving a streak behind. Charred traces.
Klein followed the inertia of lunging forward, rolled on the ground, and lunged forward again, leaving behind a trail of charred bullet marks from bullets.
One, two, three... As he quickly dodged, he counted the gunshots silently, and glanced at Dust from the corner of his eye while he was running away, who was still standing there and continued to shoot.
His dark eyes were hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses that reflected a little white light, and his expression was stiff, like a sufficiently qualified 'audience', cold and alienated.
Controlled! Klein's heart tightened. Using the extreme sense of balance brought by the 'Joker' potion, he took out the tarot card in his pocket with his right hand. He turned around and ran in the opposite direction. He quickly flicked his wrist and flew out. After a few hardened, the tarot cards are as strong as sharp blades.
boom!
There was another gunshot, and most of the tarot cards that were thrown out were avoided by the sudden burst of Dust, but one still cut into his gun-wielding wrist and stabbed him open. blood vessels, dark red blood spurted out.
"Ah!" Dust immediately covered his wrist and let the revolver with two bullets fall, growling lowly.
The invisible sound waves swept away rapidly, and this low roar containing anger and pain suddenly got into Klein's mind, who was about to throw out the second wave of tarot cards, and it was so shocking that blood came out of his ears.
Is this the ability of the "audience"? Klein endured the pain and took advantage of Dust's inability to move his hands. He took a few steps and instantly closed the distance. He pulled up the opponent's arm, threw Dust's back and flew out, and took the opportunity to pick it up and lay on the floor. pistol.
"Hohoho..." Dust's throat made a creepy rubbing sound, and his body struggled and trembled. Under Klein's gaze, protein-colored scales grew all over his body, and his fingernails grew. Elongated, becoming dark brown to black.
This... Klein looked at the change in front of him, and the expression on his face turned hideous in an instant. He thought that the other party was only detected by the top management of the Psychology Alchemy Society and had an affair with the Nighthawks, and he forcibly imposed control, never I thought that Dust would suddenly lose control during the battle.
A blurry picture quickly flashed across Klein's mind, some pale, or blue-black, or dark blue, and finally stopped on a touch of dark red.
His eyes were no longer blank, he pursed his lips tightly, raised his arms familiarly, and pulled the trigger numbly like he practiced on weekdays.
boom! boom! boom!
The free fall of the two dimly lit brass bullet casings made a clanging sound. Dust, who was originally lying low on the floor, curled up and struggled and trembled, ready to fight back at any time, had lost his vitality. The position of the department, red, yellow, and white are mixed together, and a piece of paste.
"Ha, ha..." Klein breathed heavily. After staring at Dust's corpse silently for a while, he threw down the revolver whose magazine had been emptied by writing, and took out the embroidered pattern on the corner. The handkerchief he put on Dust's unrecognizable back lightly.
Because there are a lot of customers in the shooting range now, and the sound of gunshots can be heard everywhere, the fierce battle just now didn't attract anyone's attention, and no one noticed what happened in this old shooting range.
Klein silently closed the wooden door of the shooting range where he was, and took out the props for the psychic ritual from his formal pocket one by one. He was familiar with creating a spiritual wall and sealed off the entire room.
He completed the arrangement of the psychic ritual in a quiet environment, took out the regular pen and paper from his pocket, quickly wrote down the corresponding divination statement, and read it silently:
"Psychological alchemy will make Dust hide everything."
"Psychological alchemy will make Dust hide everything."
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The moment he finished reciting the seventh time, Klein instantly sat on the floor, his head lowered, and he entered a dream state.
In the darkness, he saw a small room with dim light.
Dust and a man in a formal suit and sitting in a wheelchair were facing each other across the table, and the two were communicating as usual.
The man in the wheelchair said in a mellow voice:
"The next time you meet the Nighthawks, you will kill the 'divine' who knew that you heard the dragon's roar, and you will attribute all this to the fact that you have heard the ravings for a long time and cannot control the state. If you encounter an accident, you will Just inspire the seeds I gave you, and of course you have to 'forget' about it."
Dust, who was sitting across from him, had no focus, and replied in a confused manner:
"Yes, sir."
Suddenly, the colors in the entire dream were distorted and reconstructed into another scene.
This time, Dust was still sitting at the table, but there was no trace of the wheelchair man beside him. He was just looking through the visitor records of the lunatic asylum and muttered to himself:
"El, June 18th, June 27th, July 4th, and the last visit was July 4th."
He casually sat next to a comment and wrote seriously:
"Lanlvus."
With the formation of the last letter of Dr. Duster, the light in the whole scene suddenly lit up, and after a white glow, a slightly mad and tired figure of Hood Eugen appeared opposite Duster's desk.
Duster was wary of the 'teacher' who led him on the extraordinary path, and asked carefully:
"Are you planning to go back to Intis recently?"
Hood Eugen was like a machine that was mentioned as a key word. The turbidity in his eyes subsided a little, revealing a rare clarity, and said vaguely:
"I can't go back, I can't go back, there's no one left, what am I going to do when I go back?"
Dust looked at his slightly clear eyes and tentatively asked:
"Are you really a noble of Intis?"
Hood Eugen was stunned for a long time, and when Dust was about to give up, he suddenly grinned:
"Hey, do you know which sequence the Nighthawk you met before belongs to?"
"Our sequence, the Eugen family is the same, only I am an outlier, I chose an audience that is easier to hide."
Speaking of this, his expression suddenly changed, his face became sad, his voice was stained with a hoarseness, and his voice whimpered:
"I'm a coward, I should wait for that one to come back, just like my grandfather, I should..."
Looking at Hood Eugen, who was sometimes crying and sometimes resentful, Dust couldn't help clenching his hands. After struggling a few times, he gritted his teeth and threw the final question:
"You seem to have predicted that you are going crazy, why did you tell me the name Lanvus, I saw his wanted today!"
Hood Eugen, who was holding his head in remorse, suddenly stopped crying, as if he had regained his composure. He slowly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot and full of madness, he bared his teeth, his expression twisted, Word by word "smile" and said:
"He is my friend, my friend, he told me how to approach the great method, I have a chance for revenge, haha, Dust, as long as it succeeds, the now decayed Sauron family will definitely be retributed, Dust, let's celebrate together, celebrate!"
As he was talking, Hood Eugen, who was sitting slumped in the chair, straightened up and flew towards Doctor Duster who was facing him.
The frightened Dust hurried back and rang the golden bell on the table.
With the crisp sound of the bell, the entire dream was shattered. In reality, Klein, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, raised his head that had been lowered, his eyes were flat, and he sighed secretly.
He already knew that this was an attack against the Nighthawks. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was an action planned by the top management of the Psychology Alchemy Association for confidentiality, and Dust was just a **** under the opponent's hand.
Klein packed up the items used in the psychic ritual, removed the wall of spirituality, and walked to the front desk in silence. The front desk staff with a calm voice said:
"Can I trouble you to notify the nearby police station?"
"Let's just say that Inspector Moretti of the seventh team of the Special Operations Department of the Ahowa County Police Department requested the assistance of the same team." After speaking, Klein also deliberately took out the badges and documents that could prove his identity from his formal pocket. Show it to the staff at the front of the range.
"Uh, okay, please wait a moment." The young man at the front desk quickly scanned Klein's documents a few times, and seemed a little embarrassed to be sure.
He glanced left and right, and after confirming that no one was there, he lowered his voice and asked:
"Excuse me, what happened here?"
Klein looked at the other party's slightly flustered expression, and said calmly to the young man who was a little older than himself:
"It has been solved, but we still need to check the scene. I will block the small shooting range No. 3. If my companions come, you just need to tell them where I am, and you don't need to lead the way."
"Okay, okay." The young man standing behind the front desk responded twice, ran quickly to a small room not far away, woke up his still sleepy colleague and quickly explained the situation, and then A man ran out of the range gate.
Klein looked at the neat figure of the other party, and after explaining the situation to the employee who had just been woken up, he turned around and walked back to the small shooting range No. 3, and closed the wooden door that was scorched black by the bullets.
He stood in the old shooting range, walked slowly to Dr. Duster whose head was covered by a white handkerchief, sat down beside him, and remained silent for a long time.
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