Chapter 31: hidden in memory
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"So, this Doctor Dust attacked you suddenly when you were about to part?" Leonard pulled the two-buttoned collar and looked down at Dust's corpse.
Klein stood beside him and said calmly:
"Yes, I have completed the corresponding channeling, and he was hypnotized."
Dunn carefully wrapped a blood-stained gold coin from Dust's body, and while sealing it up, he asked:
"What information did you get after channeling Dust?"
Because Frye is in charge of Chanis Gate today, Dunn Smith can only complete the relevant autopsy work in his place.
Klein raised his right hand, rubbed his slightly throbbing forehead, and said slowly:
"While he hasn't completely dissipated, I fortuned about everything that Psychological Alchemy will make him hide."
Taking this opportunity, Klein explained to Dunn and Leonard in detail everything he had learned from Dust's spirit, as well as some details that he had concealed from the captain.
At the end, he considered:
"I think we should seize this opportunity. At least from the results of my channeling, Hood Eugen should not have been taken away from Tingen by the Psychological Alchemy Society. This is our last chance."
Dunn nodded solemnly. Just as he was about to speak, he seemed to have thought of something. He subconsciously glanced at Duster's corpse, frowned gradually, and said in a low voice:
"This matter was reported to the church in advance. According to the information given by the church, the Sequence Seven "psychiatrist" of the 'audience' should not have the ability to directly lose control."
It means that the Psychology Alchemist that Dust said sent another "psychologist" might just lie to him?
The man whose legs were suspected to be paralyzed who modified his memory might be a relatively powerful Beyonder from the Psychology Alchemy Society, or perhaps their high-ranking?
Klein asked thoughtfully:
"Captain, are you worried that there is a powerful Beyonder from the Psychology Alchemy Society hidden in the lunatic asylum, watching over Hood Eugen at all times?"
"It may also be some less important members of the Psychology Alchemy Association, the subordinate of that powerful Beyonder, after all, a Beyonder who can secretly implant a 'mind demon' in human consciousness, it is impossible to be idle just for the sake of A Nighthawk team with the highest Sequence Seven and stayed too long?" Leonard, who had been arranging his messy hair just now, said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Mind Demon?" Klein, who had been staring down at the white handkerchief over Dust's head, raised his head after hearing the proper noun, and looked at Leonard Mi with green eyes Chell asked suspiciously.
As Dunn Smith, whose hairline moved back slightly, also moved his gaze, Leonard was stunned for a second or two, as if he had remembered something, smiled embarrassingly, and explained casually:
"This is mentioned in a novel, that is, "Severus Potter" in the early days of Emperor Roselle. Isn't the spell called "Mind Demon Seed" very similar to this one?"
Klein, who was slightly skeptical at first, twitched the corners of his mouth, but the older Dunn nodded in understanding, and moved his gaze back to Dust's corpse, restraining him. Other parts of the body related to extraordinary elements.
Severus Potter, I remember Harry Potter's son was not named Albus Severus Potter?
Good guy, the Great Emperor is a tribute to a fan who is separated by two worlds, no, it may also be a pirated copy with a different name... Klein slandered in his heart.
Leonard, who was secretly relieved, looked at Klein's thoughtful expression, then smiled casually, pretending to be curious as Dunn asked:
"Captain, the blood-stained gold coin and these protein-colored scales that you took from Dust just now, are these derivatives of Beyonders after death?"
Dunn, who was originally skilled in picking scales from Dust, stopped what he was doing and replied in a deep voice after two seconds of silence:
"Yes, but the output of the out-of-control Beyonder is no different from the remaining parts of the monster that cannot be used as the main ingredients of the potion. As for the gold coin, it is a sealed item generated after Dust's death. "
Immediately, he quickly removed the last two protein-colored scales on Dust's body, stood up straight, and said to his two teammates:
"Leonard first returned to the company, and integrated all the information that Klein had obtained through the channeling, as well as the information obtained from the previous exchanges with the informant, and reported it to the church. Klein and I are now observing near the lunatic asylum to prevent the Psychological Alchemy Society. Take the opportunity to send Hood Eugen off tonight."
Leonard said solemnly:
"clear."
Then he turned around and walked slowly towards the door of the small shooting range, as if waiting for something.
"Wait a minute." Dunn said after thinking for a second or two, "You stated in it that I approved Klein's actions to contact the informant."
Leonard turned his head slightly and responded with a smile:
"OK."
Then he took a few more slow steps, and after making sure Dunn didn't forget anything, he quickened his pace and walked out of the small shooting range.
Klein looked at the wooden door with black bullet marks that was opened by Leonard, and asked Dunn Smith with a little doubt:
"Captain, why didn't you take Leonard, who is more familiar with similar situations, to monitor the movement of the lunatic asylum?"
Dunn nodded slightly, motioned Klein to follow him, walked out of the small shooting range No. 3, and explained:
"You already have enough coping skills after you were promoted to Sequence Eight, and Leonard's and I's abilities overlap too much. I need a helper in divination and ritual Rubik's cube."
When Dunn and Klein approached the lobby of the shooting club, Dunn quickly walked a few steps and approached the officers from the Tinn Police Station who had come with them before, and whispered a few words, Then he returned to Klein's side and explained to himself:
"The people from the police station will be responsible for collecting Dust's body, and they will also take over the work of appeasing Dust's family in the future."
Klein opened his mouth and said nothing. He clenched the black cane inlaid with silver in his handshake, accompanied Dunn and walked out of the gate of the shooting club together.
At Dunn's suggestion, Klein and Dunn got into a hired carriage on the street, left the shooting club in the central area of Tingen, and came to the relatively remote Greenhull Lunatic Asylum.
Two Nighthawks in black coats lurked in the shadow of the three-story brown-gray building of the lunatic asylum, clinging to the rough, undulating walls.
The crimson moonlight could not pass through the frosted glass windows of the madhouse with barbed wire, and after reflection, it contrasted with the dim yellow light emitted by the few street lamps on the roadside, blending with each other on the ground, adding to this terrifyingly silent place. A creepy horror.
Klein leaned his back against the wall that made him feel uncomfortable, leaned forward cautiously, and tried to avoid close contact with the rough wall as far as possible for the coat behind him. Dunn said:
"Captain, don't we try to visit Hood Eugen?"
visit? Dunn, who was also standing close to the wall, glanced at Klein suspiciously. After thinking that the other party had been promoted to Joker, he replied softly:
"Let's do a divination first. If the risk is not too big, we'll go in and directly observe Hood Eugen's state."
Why does it feel like the captain is more like a fortune-teller than me... Klein nodded secretly, took off the silver chain wrapped around the senior's left wrist at random, and let the citrine pendant hang down naturally, saying silently:
"There is no greater danger to see Hood Eugen now."
"There is no greater danger to see Hood Eugen now."
...
After meditating for seven times, the originally delicate citrine pendant slowly rotated clockwise under the influence of the silver chain.
Klein nodded affirmatively, turned to Dunn Smith and said:
"There is a certain risk, but not a big one."
Dunn checked his own condition, exerted force on his limbs, turned around, leaned against the uneven surface of the wall, and climbed up the second floor of the lunatic asylum after a few rubbings. He looked down at Ke, who was standing still. Ryan pouted, not serious, and motioned for him to come up quickly.
Klein opened and closed his mouth silently a few times, looked at his hands, and at Dunn, who was skilled in his figure, and muttered to himself:
"Captain, why do I feel that we are now more like an evil organization trying to kidnap innocent patients than official Beyonders."
He shook his head and drove the weird idea out of his mind. Relying on the "Joker" potion to strengthen his physical fitness and athletic ability, he followed the path Dunn Smith had just climbed, using his hands and feet to quickly follow up.
Dunn looked at Klein's slow speed and stopped looking down. Instead, he used his arms to make a leap and grabbed the lower end of the third-floor window of the madhouse. His arm muscles exerted strength and slowly pulled on the barbed wire outside the window. Opened a gap large enough to pass through an adult man, and got in.
Klein watched Dunn's smooth operation, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Instead of blindly imitating the opponent's leap, he honestly climbed upwards, slumped through the gap in the barbed wire and entered the interior of the lunatic asylum.
Klein looked at his light windbreaker with more distress, patted the stained dust with his hands, followed behind Dunn, and silently touched Hood by relying on the night vision ability of the captain "Insomniac". Eugen's door.
Dunn didn't directly try to enter Hood Eugen's dream in the room, but made a gesture to Klein. The two exchanged eye contact for a while, and decided to follow up with each other.
Actually, I didn't understand it at all... Klein thought about it, carefully took out the coin in his pocket, moved his fingertips, and tossed it into the air.
Snapped!
Slightly worn head of George III, front.
Klein's thoughts turned, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he adjusted his slightly wrinkled formal suit, and directly climbed his right hand onto the brass-colored doorknob, twisted it slightly, and walked into Hood Eugen's room. Inside.
Click!
In the silent corridor, the slight sound of the door opening seemed particularly clear. Klein calmly walked into the room where the crimson moonlight was scattered all over the place, looked at Hood Eugen who was sitting on the bed with a clear smile, and said:
"Good evening, the moon is good tonight."
Dunn, who was outside the door, was stunned at the door, and immediately remembered that Klein might be playing the newly promoted "clown", kept silent, leaned against the wall and walked to the corner.
Hood Eugen, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed and playing with quilts, raised his head down, looked at Klein without focus, and said with a silly smile:
"Such a moon doesn't look good."
The moon doesn't look good, how about a silver one? Klein was a little dazed, and then the smile on the corner of his mouth became even bigger:
"Maybe it's not a blood moon today, it's not red enough."
Hood Eugen was in a daze for a second or two before he calmed down and muttered:
"Red doesn't look good, it's too red, it makes my stomach hurt."
He shook his head again, his eyes became a little clearer, and he said with some expectation in his tone:
"You don't like this color either, do you like black, or gold?"
What the hell, no, why should I talk to a lunatic? Klein curled his lips invisibly, then changed the subject and said:
"Has any friends come to see you recently?"
"Are you really a noble of Intis?"
In order to arouse Hood Eugen's interest, Klein had a curious tone when he asked, his tone slightly raised.
I feel like I'm already a qualified "clown". Going back to the lunatic asylum is like going home... Klein looked at every movement of Hood Eugen, for fear that he would suddenly explode.
"The Eugen family is a glorious family~www.mtlnovel.com~ We have not carried our beliefs for 1300 years, I am the stain of the family." Hood Eugen lowered his head, like a wrongdoer Like a child, there was a hazy mist in front of him, "How could someone like me have friends."
The stain of your family, your own beliefs? Klein put his doubts aside first and asked patiently:
"Isn't Lanvus your friend?"
"Lan Erwusi, haha, he is my friend, but not anymore, he will become my lord, he will be an extension of the lord spirit, it won't take long for me too..." Hood Eugen said as he was choked, his face flushed red, and a hoarse voice came from his throat, causing Klein, who was only a few steps away from him, to numb his scalp and sweat instantly. Dipped back.
Hood Eugen's rough skin was dyed with a faint, floating shadow that seemed to be breathing, and black iron scales drilled out from under the surface of his skin. He was cloudy and hollow. His eyes were also stained with a dark golden halo, and the pupils were shrunk to the limit, like the large lizards on the Gobi Desert, as thin as the tip of a needle.
Klein instantly threw himself to the right and back, leaning to roll away from him. Dunn, who was standing in the corner, immediately opened his arms and his eyes were dyed pure black.
Did the captain control him? Klein relied on the excellent balance unique to The Clown, adjusted his body, and looked in the direction of Hood Eugen, only to find that he only stumbled two steps, and Dunn, who entered his dream, seemed to be The giant hammer hit the brain hard, and all of a sudden fell to one knee.
Hood Eugen, who was wearing black scales, looked at the two "prey" in front of him and roared, and an invisible wave instantly swept the entire room.
Heart shock, "Longwei"!
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Silent waves echoed in the small ward, and the furious Hood Eugen waved his forelimbs covered with iron-black scales, forcibly tore a scary enough crack on the ground.
The shards of wood and broken thorns on the cheap floor exploded and scattered under the gust of wind brought by his arm, and scattered out, leaving several obvious bloodstains on Klein and Dunn's bodies.
Dunn, who was in good physical condition, followed the sudden pain, quickly condensed his thoughts, and got rid of the influence of "mind shock". He did not try to enter Hood Eugen's dream again, but jumped and jumped. The ground rolled over and quickly moved to the right side of Hood Eugen. He decisively pulled out the gun, and the black muzzle aimed at Hood Eugen's mutated head, and issued a declaration of death.
boom! boom! boom!
Three silver-white bullets quickly plunged into Hood Eugen's head, which was covered with iron black scales, and directly blasted a terrifying wound at his relatively fragile temple, only around the blood hole. There are a few crispy, rolled up scales hanging there symbolically.
Klein, who had just barely recovered his thinking ability, looked at the scene in front of him, and at Hood Eugen, who had not yet fallen to the ground, and quickly pulled out the revolver that he had placed in the gun pocket under his armpit.
However, before Klein could make a second decision, Hood Eugen, whose head was destroyed by a bullet to create a **** hole, moved with twisted limbs. He staggered toward the barbed wire window scattered with crimson moonlight.
Does he want to run away? Klein subconsciously looked at the captain in the distance, and saw the calm in his deep gray eyes, Dunn stared in the direction of Hood Eugen, raised his arm once again, and the revolver's shot was ready to go. .
Klein took a long breath, quickly completed aiming at Hood O'Han's head, and then pulled the slightly chilled trigger.
After a mess of gunshots, he suddenly gave up the attack for unknown reasons, and the out-of-control Extraordinary—"Psychiatrist"—was injured and fled, and fell alone in this cramped and cramped ward. Like a watermelon that fell from a height, red and white, like a rainstorm, sprinkled every corner of the room.
Klein raised his arm, wiped the wet stain on his cheek with the back of his hand, and lowered his right hand to look, only to find that it was a little bit of yellow with a fishy smell.
He resisted the urge in his throat, stood up as if nothing had happened, and asked Dunn in a low voice:
"Captain, what did you see in his dream just now?"
Normally, even if it is a mental patient's dream, even if it is full of bizarre and terrifying distorted content, a "nightmare" who uses the dream as its home cannot be attacked by it, unless it is hidden in his dream. enough scary stuff!
Dunn looked at the corpse with its head bursting in front of him, and did not directly answer Klein's question. Instead, he prepared the "Requiem" charm in his pocket before rubbing his empty and stinging forehead, and said slowly. :
"The senior of the Psychology Alchemy Society that you saw when you were channeling Dust's spirit earlier, that middle-aged man in a wheelchair."
"Hood Eugen's mental attack just now should not be his own ability. I was hurt when I saw the man in the wheelchair growl. As for what Hood Eugen sent out, I guess it may be The leakage of the power that man had planted in his brain, he should have been hurt more than us."
"That is to say, he was the most seriously injured person in that attack?" Klein looked at Hood Eugen's decomposed corpse immediately after his death, and said with consideration.
In just a few breaths, the headless corpse turned into a pool of blood-colored mud in front of Klein's eyes. It seemed that even the most basic human structure had been destroyed. uniform to judge the position of his limbs.
Dunn took out the black gloves from his pocket, turned slightly sideways, his eyes were instantly dyed with a layer of deep pitch black, and the muffled sound of several heavy objects falling to the ground outside the door could be clearly heard.
Putting on his gloves, he pulled off the insane asylum suit covering Hood Eugen, and while examining, said:
"He should have been completely mad after that attack, so he acted like a panicked beast, and was killed by us so easily."
Also, he actually exposed the back of his head to us at the end... Klein's eyes roughly swept over a few intact parts of Hood Eugen's "corpse". The scales of light, but his heart that was dyed with light black and light blue, and became crystal clear, just staring at it would make people feel unbearable dizziness.
Klein gave up looking at Hood Eugen's corpse and walked out of the door of the room. He saw the staff who were attracted by the loud noise and who were now falling asleep under the captain's ability, gently bent down. Waist, dragged them all to a farther part of the corridor.
After doing all this, when Klein returned to the madhouse ward where the captain was, he found that Dunn had picked up the crystal heart.
Today, the captain seems to have been "picking up corpses". Compared with "Nightmare", he is now more like a "corpse collector"... Klein's brain diverged slightly, and he took out the paper he usually carries with him. Handed it to Dunn.
"Captain, do you need me to channel Hood Eugen?" Klein tentatively asked out of his "positioning within the team".
Dunn's deep gray eyes diverged slightly. After a few seconds of silence, he nodded and said:
"The ability of the 'audience' mainly covers the spiritual realm, and it should not be able to deeply affect the dead. You can try it."
After speaking, he looked at Klein who was untying the silver chain on his left wrist and added:
"Remember to predict the danger, don't force it."
"Of course." The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly, and he let the citrine that had been removed sag freely, and silently recited the corresponding divination statement.
Alas, after a long time, even the captain has acted like a "diver" in some respects. Klein muttered silently in his heart.
The freely drooping citrine pendant slowly rotates clockwise and gradually accelerates.
"There is no danger." Klein raised his head and said to Dunn.
Dunn, who had been watching Klein's movements, nodded, put away the "Requiem" charm he had been holding in his hand, and took two steps back to make room for Klein.
Klein familiarly arranged the corresponding preparations for the psychic ritual, sprayed his spirituality with a silver dagger, and built a spirituality wall that encloses the entire room.
Under the chanting in Hermes, Klein saw "darkness" spread out from the candlelight, which was dyed with dark colors.
In silence, he allowed this deep "dark night" to cover himself.
In the boundless darkness, Hood Eugen's slightly thin figure stood alone on the spot, with no focus in his eyes, just staring blankly in front of him.
Is this the spirit capital has been destroyed? Klein landed at Hood Eugen's side with doubts, and tried to contact the "psychiatrist" who had gone mad for a long time.
With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said as calmly as possible:
"Do you remember Dust?"
"Remember." Hood Eugen said blankly.
Klein kept a certain distance from him and tentatively said:
"What about Lanvus?"
Hood Eugen was still unconscious, his lips slightly parted, and he muttered:
"A good person, a good person who helped me get rid of my confusion. He is the light that dispels the haze for me, and a thief hiding under the skin of sophistry and talk."
A psychopath is so philosophical, he may be more suitable to be a "midnight poet" than Leonard... Klein did not forget his original purpose, and asked:
"How did he help you?"
"Help..." Hood Eugen's cloudy and empty eyes showed a hint of clarity, and he was no longer inarticulate, and said at a faster rate, "I provided him with help, and he It provided me with an opportunity. He said that this is an opportunity. This is the worst era and the best era. All things have divinity. As long as we can seize the opportunity, we can also become the masters of the world and gain immortality. Divinity!"
Divinity? A Sequence Eight, a Sequence Seven, two beings that could only be called low-sequence in ancient times, are actually seeking divinity? Klein twitched the corners of his mouth, trying his best to maintain a calm tone:
"What kind of road did he provide, or what did you help him?"
With slightly clear eyes, Hood Eugen, who was standing still on the ground, suddenly burst out laughing, and replied in a confused language:
"Help...hahaha...help!"
"I just finished my job..."
"I'm just..."
Hood Eugen, who was laughing wildly, froze in place, his words stopped abruptly, the thin spiritual body was distorted, and a dark "dense ink" spread from his body, and the illusory shadow instantly wrapped it. After the spiritual body that was about to collapse, seven vague outlines of the heads were allocated, and the shadows were so unreal.
He roared at Klein who was imprisoned in place:
"Mysterious."
What the **** is this? Why do I keep seeing this? A layer of illusory and hazy gray mist quickly condensed around Klein, and the shadows around him suddenly "lived", turning into a smooth and smooth "black velvet curtain", connected end to end, wrapping Klein's spirit body, and instantly threw him out of the dream.
The "curtain" was twisted and turned into a viscous black liquid, which intersected with the slightly thin gray mist around it. The gray mist and the black liquid blended, and dense granulation-like worms appeared on the surface. Then, they intertwined into a A translucent dark cloak.
At the same time, under the jet-black cloak, an illusory mask with blank facial features was faintly visible.
Facing the terrifying shadow with seven jet-black heads, a gentle and calm voice came from within the illusory cloak:
"Don't be so excited about 'The Hanged Man', not everyone can withstand your ravings."
The huge shadow voice rumbled in the sky:
"It's almost become my instinct."
"Mystery" chuckled lightly, his voice calm:
"Then you might as well give your own characteristics to Saslier, anyway, you are essentially one person, aren't you?"
The illusory, deep shadow was silent for two seconds:
"Your current state is not stable. The plan we envisioned at the beginning has not been successfully realized. After all, there is no spiritual body that accommodates uniqueness for us to experiment with."
"Mysterious" translucent cloak floated for a while, the black liquid on the surface distorted, and the originally gentle and calm voice fluctuated slightly:
"Oh, you're not much better. With the way you are now, I really want to be decent for you."
"Is this some kind of slang from your China?" The Hanged Man, who was floating in the void, said in a low voice, no longer filled with terrifying babble as usual, "I originally thought I was relatively proficient in Chinese."
Proficient, this is why you took the uniqueness of the "white pagoda" and sent a clone to follow me for more than ten days. If I hadn't found out that your Chinese is so advanced, I wouldn't have discovered your perverted behavior... .. "Mystery" shook his head very humanely, with a little helplessness in his calm voice:
"You disappeared before the Chernobyl accident. Of course, it is impossible to hear the lines in the film and television works born in the new millennium."
"Tsk, I always think that you are the one who enjoys the most pleasure between us. Of course, compared to 'Adam' who inherited most of 'you' character, you are actually more likable when you are rigid, but it's too boring. , not challenging at all, I still prefer a pleasant atmosphere."
"Okay, you can continue to play, continue to use the **** of Adam and Amanisis, or you can continue to hang the clever 'swindler', just don't be deceived by him." "Mystery" returned to that gentle and calm state.
"It's not like you." The seven heads covered by shadows moved up and down, and their words were machine-like.
"Mystery" nodded indifferently, and said with a half sigh and half a smile:
"For me now, it doesn't matter what the outcome is. As long as civilization survives, I don't recommend more ups and downs for the greater good."
"Anyway, a person in history doesn't have to care about the evaluation of the world, right?"
The shadows of the sky and the earth trembled, the heads wrapped in seven illusory shadows sank into the darkness, and the whole dream collapsed.
A second before this illusory annihilation, the silver-white and transparent mask under the jet-black cloak quietly disintegrated, and a smile spread across Zhou Mingrui's soft face.
In reality, Klein, who was originally standing still, suddenly staggered two steps, two thin blood streams appeared from his eyelids, and he roared twice in a low voice.
Dunn, who was standing on the side, quickly walked up to meet him, took out the potion he carried with him from the inner pocket of his coat, and poured it into Klein's mouth familiarly.
"Cough, cough..." Klein coughed a few times, raised his right arm and wiped the bloodstains under his eyelid, his brain felt a tingling pain, like the first time he was on board It felt like the gray fog, as if there were countless vague whispers lingering in my ears.
Dunn handed him his handkerchief and asked with concern: "When you were channeling Hood Eugen's spirit, were you secretly attacked by the top of the Psychology Alchemy Society?"
Klein choked a few more times, then straightened up with Dunn's support, his voice was a little vain:
"No, I seem to have seen the real creator."
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"The real creator?" Dunn's expression suddenly became solemn when he heard Klein's description.
He let go of the hands that were supporting Klein, put his right hand into his pocket, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice:
"A huge cross, a black iron nail, a naked and blood-stained hanging man?"
Still feeling a throbbing pain in his forehead, Klein, who was blurred in front of him, supported his head, and his body swayed slightly:
"I didn't see it very clearly. When I asked Hood Eugen what he did to help Lanvus, his body instantly collapsed into a pool of shadows, a pool of upside-down shadows."
Dunn, who was looking at Klein, nodded as if thinking, but with his right hand still in his pocket, he said softly:
"This may also be the reason why you haven't been greatly hurt. What Lanvus and Hood Eugen planned is related to the 'True Creator'? Do you have any details?"
Klein shook his empty brain, frowned tightly, and repeated all the information he had learned when he channeled Hood Eugen's spirit, emphasizing:
"The help provided by Lanvus Jean Hood Eugen should be a more important node in his plan. Hood Eugen was out of control when I asked this question, and it also involved the so-called 'Divinity'."
Dunn, who originally focused most of his attention on Klein, heard these seemingly unrealistic contents, and his originally slightly wrinkled brows suddenly became tighter, and he couldn't help but muttered to himself in a low voice:
"Hood Eugen was in charge of the more important parts?"
"A 'psychiatrist' was in charge of the more important parts?" Along with Dunn's thinking, he paced back and forth unconsciously.
Judging from the ability, what a 'psychiatrist' is best at should be the ability in the field of mind, such as 'hypnosis'? Klein followed the question posed to Zhang and thought about it. After thinking about it, he moved in his heart:
"Captain, do you remember the letter you found from the member of the Aurora Society who was shot?"
"That letter to Mr. Z!"
"That letter said that when the time is right, all the lambs in Tingen should be dedicated to the so-called Lord. Could this be alluding to a larger terrorist attack?"
Dunn, who was pacing, suddenly stopped and looked sideways at Klein, with a slight glimmer of light in his deep gray eyes.
"Terrorist attacks? There has been no additional surge in extraordinary events recently. All the vicious events of the Aurora Society are generally accompanied by a large number of **** events."
"But this time is different, Lanvus's behavior is not like the performance of a member of the Aurora Society, whether it is cheating money or setting up a scam, he may just use the Aurora Society to achieve his goals, such as obtaining the so-called '' Divinity'." Klein cheered up and explained to Dunn.
Dunn pulled out his right hand that had been in his pocket, looked at Klein and said:
"Is there any other way they could make a huge terrorist attack?"
There are many methods. The easiest way is to find a few mad believers, or brainwashed ordinary people, and detonate bombs in densely crowded places in Tingen City. This is much faster than using extraordinary rituals to kill people... Klein Taking a long sigh of relief, he tentatively reminded:
"What if you use controlled munitions? High-yield high explosives?"
This... Dunn, who was opposite Klein, froze in place for a while, and then slowly said after being stunned for several seconds:
"If they really use this method, we are likely to be powerless. It is not within the scope of the night watchman to monitor the direction of this kind of controlled arms. This is the work of MI9, and this is just a conjecture, and I am afraid it will not drive them. Take the trouble to investigate thoroughly..."
"We can only report the clues related to Lanervus to the church first, and then use this to intervene in the Lanervus fraud case in charge of the Tingen Police Station and the 'Deputy Punisher', and concentrate all the forces in Tingen City to investigate carefully. , this is the best way at the moment."
Klein, who had been quietly listening to Dunn's analysis, paused and said in a muffled voice:
"What if there was a spy case involved?"
"What!" Dunn raised his voice slightly, and there was a hint of questioning in his deep gray eyes.
"Didn't Duster say before that Hood Eugen had a mental problem and always claimed to be an Intis noble?"
"I took the opportunity to ask this question during this psychic session. He admitted that he is an aristocrat of Intis, but the strength of the family has already declined. We can report this matter to MI9 through the church, and we can highlight it. Hood Eugen's Intis noble status, induces them to investigate cases related to Lanvus."
This is called using the incomplete truth to use external force. Anyway, as long as there is a problem in the investigation of Lanvus-related cases, MI9's attention will also be diverted to the more dangerous Aurora Club. When the time comes, Hood · No one cares if Eugen is a spy or not.
Dunn closed and released his black gloved hands several times, then sighed, as if he had made up his mind, and said in a low voice:
"This is indeed a method. It is indeed much more convenient to use the military's channels to investigate. I will report this idea to the church, and leave the rest to the church for decision. As for us, we will first join the 'punisher' according to the plan. and the 'Heart of the Machine' to increase inspections of suspicious phenomena in Tingen."
Seeing Klein nodding, Dunn turned his head and glanced at the wall by the corridor, and said silently for a while:
"You go back to rest first. Many things can't be done until tomorrow. I'll be responsible for the aftermath today."
"Okay." Klein obeyed the captain's decision without any burden in his heart. After all, he is not a 'sleepless person' who can stay active with only two or three hours of sleep every day. He nodded, and picked it up familiarly. Items related to ritual magic scattered around.
When he lifted the spiritual wall, Dunn, who was dealing with Hood Eugen's body, suddenly said:
"By the way, go to the police station first when you go home. I need to stay in the lunatic asylum, and there is no way to notify the police."
Klein nodded unsurprisingly and said:
"no problem."
Immediately, he checked the room to see if there were any omissions, and after confirming it was correct, he said goodbye to the captain and left, walked out of Hood Eugen's ward on the top floor, and went downstairs along the dark and dull corridor.
He clenched his teeth lightly, turned on his spiritual vision to help him see the obstacles in the dark, and carefully avoided the asylum staff who were dragged into the dream by Dunn.
I hope these staff will not be frightened when they wake up tomorrow morning. After all, the patient they are responsible for suddenly died suddenly, the corpse mutated, and they were also involved in a shocking conspiracy. , and it's the kind related to Cthulhu...
Klein walked out of the lunatic asylum through the normal exit and returned to the place where the hired carriage was waiting. He looked at the shivering coachman, sighed helplessly, and took out a sole from his formal pocket. The banknotes were handed to the coachman.
If he hadn't explained to him in advance that he would be paid extra, the coachman wouldn't have been so frightened that he stayed near the lunatic asylum. Although, coming to the lunatic asylum in the middle of the night is a scary thing in itself... Klein pressed his black silk top hat. ,, entered the carriage, and said to the driver in front:
"Go to the police station."
Snapped!
With the sound of a whip, the streets were deserted in the early morning. The carriage ran fast, sometimes going straight, sometimes turning, and soon entered the urban area of Tingen.
Twenty minutes later, the galloping carriage gradually slowed down and stopped at a fork in the road not far from the police station. Klein was about to get out of the car, but found that there was no eyebrows, only an illusory mouth with a disproportionate proportion. The spirit body on his face was laboriously squeezed out from the bottom of the car, as if he was still breathing heavily. His palm-sized body sometimes expanded and sometimes contracted. He opened his mouth, and a five-fingered hand stretched out from it. Dropped a rolled up letter and quickly disappeared.
Ms. Daly's letter? Klein picked up the envelope that had fallen on the ground with doubts, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw that the driver was tentatively raising the curtain, with a look of horror on his face.
Ordinary people can't see spiritual bodies...
Klein immediately froze in place. After coughing lightly, he casually stuffed the envelope in his hand into the pocket of his coat, stepped off the carriage as if nothing had happened, turned around and said to the driver:
"Wait for me ten minutes."
As he walked towards the gate of the police station that was flickering with faint light, Klein couldn't help but slandered in his mind:
"If something like this happens in the future, it's better to use our own carriage of the night watchman, otherwise it will be too inconvenient. Of course, this is also related to the fact that two people went to the lunatic asylum and only one person came out. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"
He took a few steps up the steps in front of the police station, knocked on the door lightly, and knocked loudly.
After a while, the sound of messy footsteps came from far and near behind the door of the police station. The pounding footsteps gradually became louder. A middle-aged policeman with red nose swayed and opened the door. In doubt, he glanced at Klein's black suit and silver-inlaid black cane, and cast a questioning look at him.
Klein immediately took out the certificate symbolizing the inspector and the badge of the seventh team of the Special Operations Department of the Ahowa County Police Department from his formal pocket, and said solemnly to the alcoholic on duty police officer:
"A vicious incident occurred at the Greenhull Lunatic Asylum on the outskirts of the city, and the help of the police is needed."
The policeman, who had been slightly confused because of drinking, shook his head violently, his eyes regained a trace of clarity, and his voice trembled slightly and said:
"But, there's no one in the police station right now, I'm afraid..."
Klein smiled reassuringly, and said in a relaxed tone as possible:
"We have already dealt with the perpetrators. What is needed now is to block the scene, and I have my companions there to watch."
"That's good, that's good..." The middle-aged police officer standing inside the door unabashedly sighed, then straightened his clothes and wiped his face, "I'll notify the remaining few immediately. Those who are on duty, rush over immediately."
After explaining a few more words, Klein returned to the carriage parked at the crossroads and said softly:
"Go to Daffodil Road."
After speaking, the carriage jolted again. Klein, who was sitting upright inside the carriage, leaned against the backrest and sighed deeply. His whole body showed a downward trend, and his face showed obvious fatigue.
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Yesterday, Klein, who had gone through two high-intensity battles, squinted his eyes under the noon sun. After a few turns, he forced himself to get up from the bed, and looked sleepily at the man on the head of the bed. , The silver pocket watch that has undergone several repairs, took a hard look at it.
"It's already 12:30?" Klein's waist suddenly exerted strength, and he bounced off the not spacious bed. He hurriedly put on another formal suit—the one he wore yesterday was scratched in many places. It was stained with a lot of stains and blood spots, so Klein planned to send it to the tailor for repair and starch washing.
After I get it back, I must report this "maintenance fee" to the captain. This is a "work injury" that can be reimbursed... Klein's mouth is slightly raised, and he fastens it. The last few buttons.
He picked up the trivial objects on the head of the bed, put the silver pocket watch, occult props, and the paper and pen he carried with him in an orderly place one by one, and finally put them on the armpit carefully. Under the gun bag, he carefully put away the banknotes that exuded the aroma of ink.
After everything was done, he pinched a relaxed smile, walked out of the room, walked straight to the restaurant on the first floor, and greeted Benson and Melissa, who had already started eating:
"Good morning, the weather is nice today."
Melissa, who was drinking the thick soup from the bowl, frowned slightly, raised her head and retorted:
"It's noon now, Klein."
Klein smiled and pouted, and skillfully moved to his seat, pulled out the chair and sat down, smiled and said:
"Maybe I'm a little dizzy from sleep, and I'm not very awake now. Of course, it's more likely that I'm hungry."
"Klein, what time did you come back yesterday?"
"I really didn't endure it. I went to bed early yesterday." Benson, who was holding a newspaper on the side, lowered his wrist slightly and asked softly.
Not yesterday, but what time I came back today. I could even see the sun when I got home... Klein pretended to be casual and tasted the fluffy white bread before chewing it. Grabbing the bread, he replied:
"Yesterday, the company had a relatively important job, and a batch of rare antiques came. I need to do the identification and statistics work overnight."
"Does your company always oppress employees like this?" Melissa's slightly frowning brows tightened even more, and the two slender eyebrows turned into an eight-character.
Sister, life is always like this, and as a little girl, you can be "naive", you don't have to be so mature all the time... Klein thought for a while, and pulled out a more exaggerated smile, "Clown" said:
"Actually, this is not a bad thing. For example, it recently brought me good news."
Melissa, who was still drooping, suddenly regained her energy and put down the spoon in her hand. Even Benson, who was watching his younger brothers and sisters chatting while silently smiling, also straightened his body.
A good response... Klein then said in a slightly exaggerated tone like that of a "clown":
"Isn't our company connected with the National Police Agency? I have passed the assessment of the National Police Agency and received additional subsidies. To put it simply..."
"That is, my weekly salary has doubled, and now it's six pounds a week!"
"Six pounds?" Melissa, who had always been relatively calm, suddenly called out, surprised and shocked.
Benson, who was sitting opposite Melissa, put down the newspaper in his hand, smiled helplessly, leaned on the back of the chair, touched his hairline and said with a smile:
"Knowledge, hehe, it's really time for me to change jobs."
Klein watched his brother hide a bit of loneliness in happiness. His mouth was slightly open. Just as he was about to comfort him, he heard Melissa's excited voice, then turned to look and saw Melissa straightened up with joy. .
"If you can earn six pounds a week, then excluding normal expenses, you can save enough wealth in just two or three years to meet the minimum standard of marriage for a gentleman. It's not impossible for a good lady, well, Elizabeth did the math for me..."
Speaking of the end, Melissa looked at the expressions of the two brothers, and her cheerful voice subsided.
Why is it me again, Elizabeth, sigh, young child... Klein smiled awkwardly, turned his head to Benson without a trace, and asked in a calm voice:
"How is your study of grammar lately?"
Benson was stunned for a moment, then "understood" Klein's meaning, and responded with a smile:
"I've been studying very hard recently. Although it may not be as good as yours, I should have no problem in handling similar exams."
Klein listened to Benson's reply, the corner of his mouth smiled even more, and said with a bright smile:
"It's really hard to work hard. If you really pass the exam that may come, or find a better job, well, you can consider getting married."
After speaking, Klein also symbolically compared his hairline.
Benson, who was originally smiling, froze in place. His usual sarcastic mouth was sewn up. He couldn't spit out a word, and there was even an unusual blush on his face.
Melissa, who was originally a little lost, suddenly regained her spirits, and her bright eyes looked at Benson, who was sluggish in place.
Klein, who succeeded in the small abacus, smiled, lowered his head, tasted the soup that felt extraordinarily sweet, and said unhurriedly:
"In fact, there is no need to worry, we can improve the quality of life first, just like what magazines and newspapers say, for example, to fix all the bread on the table into white bread, and then go to other different restaurants to try it. Food, people have to enjoy life."
Melissa, who was just about to say something to Benson, was drawn to her attention again, she turned her head, and her tiny eyebrows were wrinkled again.
This is the right way to be more lively, so as to look like a cute underage girl, not a precocious "mother"... Klein succeeded in his "trick", and lowered his head and calmly drank the white milk Thick soup, the smile on his face is more obvious.
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On Monday morning, at the border of Backlund Queens, Hugh and Fors, who had just received the transaction details from Miss Audrey's "Messenger", were sitting on the hired carriage. Then he stared at the crowd walking outside the window with eyes like torches, and kept reciting the word "450 pounds" in his mouth.
"Hugh, don't read any more. Miss Audrey made it very clear in the letter that the 450 pounds can only be obtained by discovering Qilingus' whereabouts, but now, we don't even have a general direction, only Can be busy looking for."
Xio, who was carefully examining every passing pedestrian outside the car, turned his head, looked at his cohabiting friend, and said seriously:
"That's why we should increase our search efforts."
"Fors, for us, 450 pounds is a lot of money."
Forsi twisted her body hard, raised her head to the sky, looked at the roof of the car and said:
"But you've already spent a lot of money on the gangsters in the Eastern District. With Qilingus' level of hiding, maybe we won't be able to find him until he is caught. In the end, we can only give money to those in the Eastern District for nothing... …"
"Wait, gangster! Didn't Darkholm come to see us today!" Suddenly, Xio suddenly brought his head close and shouted at Forsi.
"That's right..." Forsi sat up straight and frowned, "I really didn't receive a letter from him today."
Xio lowered his head and thought for a while, then suggested:
"Go directly to his house? It's faster this way."
Fors ruffled the messy brown curly hair that had been rubbed against her lazy sitting posture, and skillfully pushed it behind her ear.
"Yes, as long as it doesn't delay my lunch."
Seeing that her cohabitation friend agreed to her proposal, Xio immediately turned her head and shouted to the driver who was driving the carriage in front of her:
"Parking at the bus stop in the Backlund Bridge area, you don't have to go to the apartment area anymore."
More than ten minutes later, after Xiu paid the fare for the hired carriage, the two girls changed to a public carriage full of passengers, and they were able to squeeze down a seat by virtue of the majesty of Xiu's "arbiter". In the turbulence, he came to the eastern part of Backlund, and went straight to the home of Darkholm, which is located in a better building group.
The gang leader who controls many beggars and thieves in the eastern part of Backlund lives in a townhouse located in a narrow alley. This is a relatively clean house with only green walls growing on the walls. The plants covered the original pale yellow wall.
Xio vigilantly surveyed the surrounding quiet streets, and after confirming that no one was there, she walked to the door softly, raised her right hand, and gently locked the closed door with a unique rhythm.
Squeaky, the door that seemed to be closed suddenly opened slowly after thinking about it, revealing the dark inner courtyard behind the door.
Xio, who was already slightly vigilant, suddenly widened his eyes and took out the three-edged thorn he carried with him.
Forsi, who was standing under the steps, looked at Xio's slightly nervous movements, frowned slightly, and followed up with light steps, not knowing when there was a silver-white dagger in his hand.
Xio glanced at the friend who was close to him, a hint of heaviness flashed in the dark green eyes, Fors nodded slowly, followed Xio's pace, the two of them clinged to their bodies and went deep together. Duckholm's home.
They didn't smell any strange smells, so boldly, they avoided the obstruction of the entrance hall and entered the deeper living room.
this! Forsi turned her head sharply, looked at Xio who was on her shoulder, and saw the same shock in her friend's eyes.
In the messy living room, a pile of **** internal organs was scattered on the coffee table, and on the gas chandelier directly above, a pale arm severed by violence was dripping with blood~www.mtlnovel. com~ Drops of scarlet blood splattered all over the viscera.
On the coat racks around, and on the floor where there were signs of slashing everywhere, strips of meat hung randomly, surrounded by a pile of white bones and piled up at the door of the bedroom.
And above the bones, is the head of Darkholm, who usually has a round face and a friendly smile!
Forsi felt the trembling from his shoulders, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to support Xio, who was trembling all over by the disgusting sight, looked around vigilantly, and said in a deep voice:
"Is this what Zilingers did?"
Xio closed her bloodshot eyes due to facial twitching, resisting the urge to surge up in her throat, and said solemnly:
"It should be, the gangsters in the East District will not do such excessive things."
Forsi's tense nerves were suddenly touched, and following the guidance of his spiritual intuition, he subconsciously looked behind him.
I saw a man with a unique wide chin standing by the window, walking slowly towards Xio and Fors. His eyes were a strange pale gold color, and the needle-shaped vertical pupils were extremely indifferent, originally empty. A layer of dark golden fine scales instantly appeared on his right hand.
Forsi's thoughts changed, she raised her free left hand, and without waiting for a reaction, she directly used her teeth to bite a dark blue rough stone on the silver bracelet on the wrist of her left hand.
She hurriedly whispered in ancient Hermes:
"Door!"
An illusory light blue light burst from the rough, burnt stone, and enveloped the two ladies who were relying on each other.
Zilingus subconsciously blocked his eyes, and when the light disappeared, he was the only one left in the living room, staring blankly at Darkholm's empty eyes.
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In a cemetery on the outskirts of Backlund, an illusory and deep light blue light burst out abruptly, and two slender figures stood out from the invisible and were gradually filled in with color.
Forsi hugged Xio's slightly flimsy shoulders tightly, her heart ached, and she gasped for fear and asked:
"What should we do now?"
Xio had already reacted to the general situation when he saw what Forsi had described to him just now, when the image of the suspected spiritual world appeared in front of him, and quickly stabilized the panic in his heart and calmed his airway:
"Notify Miss Audrey first, then change the residence and call the police secretly."
Forsi relaxed slightly in deliberation, nodded, and subconsciously looked around at the specific environment they were in. The white neck turned slightly and stopped again, and the whole person froze in place.
Xio felt the strangeness of the friend beside him, quickly clenched the three-edged thorn, turned and turned in the direction Fors was facing, only to see a young man in a gold-trimmed white robe with raised eyebrows, looking at them suspiciously. Two, and beside him, there is a coffin whose cover has been pried open, the mutilated corpse inside is with its mouth wide open, and the mouth is spitting out wisps of white mist.
The young man felt a little embarrassed, smiled lightly, and asked in a calm voice:
"Excuse me, the brown-haired lady, can you tell me where you got the bracelet on your hand?"
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After a burst of crimson and haze, the figures of the three members of the Tarot Society formed together on the eternal gray fog.
Once again, they saw the boundless gray fog straying from reality, the magnificent palace that looked like a giant's residence, the ancient mottled bronze long table, and the "The Fool" who seemed to be forever shrouded in gray fog.
After a short silence, under the leadership of Miss Justice, a brisk greeting broke the silence above the gray fog.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool!"
Klein, who was sitting at the head of the long bronze table, nodded and responded to the three members:
"Good afternoon, everyone."
Mister Fool seems to be in a good mood today... Alger the Hanged Man secretly decapitated, recalling Edmund Jason who had met him before, and couldn't help but sigh again in his heart The greatness of Mr. Fool - this is his first interaction with an angel in the actual sense!
Unlike the Pope who had previously met the "Storm" in large-scale ceremonies, the one-sided opportunity of King Gad II, this time, he was actually entrusted with a task by an angel, so that he really saw the opportunity to escape his fate.
Alger was a little hesitant in his heart, but he still learned the student-like posture of "Justice", raised his right hand not very obviously, and gestured to Mr. Fool.
Klein was a little surprised to see "The Hanged Man"'s actions that didn't fit the human design. He suppressed the surprise in his heart, nodded leisurely as usual, and agreed to his request to speak.
Alger took a deep breath and said in a very respectful tone:
"Praise Mr. Fool for your favor, thank you for the angel who sat down - His Royal Highness Edmund Jason for giving me the opportunity to go further, and at the same time that His Highness also gave me the corresponding task, praising you for the virtue of equal exchange, I hereby swear that I will absolutely abide by the rules you have laid down, and I implore you to keep your eyes on this trivial matter and oversee my piety."
What the hell, the angel under my seat!
No, isn't this the angel of the "Mysterious God"? He found Mr. "The Hanged Man" following the aura of gray fog left on his body, and mistakenly believed that it was the favored one bestowed by his Lord, so he secretly gave help in the name of the mission?
But that "God of Mysteries?" also believes in the virtue of "equivalent exchange"? Klein's thoughts were instantly blown up by this explosive news.
When Klein was shocked by "The Hanged Man"'s "world-shattering" remarks, the remaining two members of the "Tarot Club" also caused a lot of fluctuations in their minds.
"It turns out that there is an angel under Mr. Fool's seat. This is a great existence that only appears in the description of the Seven Gods!" Audrey the Justice, who was near the bronze long table, was a little excited for a while, and couldn't help but want to put Turning his eyes to the silent "The Fool", he could only restrain his impulse, "I don't know when I can see Mr. Fool's angel..."
"Mr. Fool is indeed an existence with the personality of a true god, an angel, or a slave god, this is an existence that has only appeared beside the Lord and the ancient god, maybe I can really find the City of Silver through this. Redemption..." Different from "Justice"'s fantasy-filled psychological activities, "Sun" is more about the excitement after seeing hope, and the ecstasy of drowning people after touching the plank.
Looking at the members of the "Tarot Club" with different performances in front of him, Klein suppressed his urge to leave the gray fog immediately and confess to the church that he was granted asylum. "The expression control ability brought by the potion stabilized his expression, and asked in a slightly smiling voice:
"What kind of task did Edmund set for you, and did he explain anything?"
"The Hanged Man" bowed respectfully and explained in a deep voice:
"His Royal Highness Edmund appointed me to be a dark child in the church of 'Storm', but he said that your will is above this task, and if it conflicts with your request, I should always take your will as the first. "
"At the same time, His Highness also bestowed me an extraordinary item that can give me the ability to 'prophecy', as an aid for my mission."
That is to say, the existence of the suspected "God of Mystery" angel did not perceive my existence, or in his knowledge, the one who was in charge of the gray fog was always his master—the one who had no one except the mysterious notes. A "mysterious god" with traces? Klein calmly put his left leg on his right, trying to ease his nervousness.
Immediately afterwards, he turned his thoughts and noticed a logical violation.
"If the angel of the 'mysterious god' still thinks that he is still alive, where is that existence now?"
"A being at the level of a true **** in the description of the mysterious note cannot fall silently, even without his angels noticing it."
"Unless he really went home? Because he was in charge of time and space, he found his way home and left this world without anyone else's knowledge, leaving only the gray fog that symbolized his power, so No one found out..."
Klein's thoughts moved rapidly, but he couldn't find a reasonable explanation. He could only skip this topic and end the "Tarot Club" by maintaining his normal state.
He pretended to be profound and calmly replied:
"I know."
"The Hanged Man", who had been waiting for Mr. Fool's feedback, let out a sigh of relief, and the stone that had been hanging in his heart immediately fell.
In this way, even if the angel has other actions, under the gaze of Mister Fool's promise, I should be able to protect myself... He no longer thought about it, but turned to look at the other members of the party.
Audrey the Justice saw that the topic about the angel under Mr. Fool's seat had ended, and turned around to ask the Fool with a little regret about the payment of three hundred pounds to the Fool's favored one.
After getting a positive answer, she moved her gaze to The Hanged Man again, and said in a sweet voice:
"Mr 'The Hanged Man', things have progressed in Qilingus."
Alger, who didn't plan to put all his hope in this matter on Edmund's promise, cheered up, adjusted his sitting posture, and asked unhappily:
"where is he?"
"Justice" in an elegant long dress shook his head, with a trace of regret in his green eyes.
"I received the information before the party. The person I entrusted found out that one of his informants who was a gangster was discovered by Qilingers at his home today and brutally killed."
"Is there a specific place?" Alger nodded slightly and asked slowly, "Is there any witnesses, why do you judge that it was Qilingus' hand?"
"You know, it's normal for gangsters to be sought revenge."
Audrey the Justice was silent for a second or two, then patiently added:
"It was in the Eastern District. The one I entrusted was the witness. She spent a lot of effort to escape from Qilingus' hands."
Female... Alger nodded in approval and said sincerely:
"Thank you for your help, I will pay attention to the news in the future."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at the question that was being discussed by everyone and was "squeezed" aside. The "Sun", who was in a trance because he couldn't fit into the topic, turned to the top of the long bronze table very naturally. , tentatively asked:
"Dear Mr. Fool, if I succeed in getting the clues about the important item Qilingers said, what method should I use to inform you."
Although he has received the promise that Edmund will deal with Qilingus, Alger still wants to do the third layer of insurance under the influence of his decades of experience!
Covered by the gray fog, Klein frowned slightly, and deliberately asked the Hanged Man in a playful tone:
"Have you not asked Edmund for help?"
Alger didn't panic, this was a question he expected, and he replied calmly:
"I think this more important item should be dedicated to you directly to prove my piety to you."
He would rather let the gods consider himself a greedy careerist than gamble his fate on a casual promise.
Klein maintained the majesty of the Fool. Although his heart was a little flustered, he still responded to this "little" request calmly.
It seems that "The Hanged Man" did not completely trust the other Edmund Jason when he contacted him. Instead, with the deterrence brought by the angel, I stabilized my majesty in front of the members of the Tarot Club. .
I might really be able to take this opportunity to get the powerful item described by Qilingus, although I can't even beat Qilingus with my current strength, I can only see if Mr. Azik is interested, see The way Mr. Azik has shown before is at least above a demigod. As long as the boss is willing, I may be able to give it a shot...
Klein's thoughts flew around in his mind, and his body was very calm and turned to look at the other members.
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