Chapter 46: wonderful coincidence
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Mr. Glacis's house is a common garden house in the family of the gentleman of Loen. Unlike the townhouses on Narcissus Street, Mr. Glacis's house is a real detached house with a garden, so even if the "Sleep" spell is used, Don't be afraid to spread to your neighbors, it's very convenient.
At this moment, Klein was sitting on the first floor of the garden house, opposite Mr. Glacis, who was sleeping, while his maid was leaning on the wooden table beside him, her head lowered, and she was sleeping soundly.
Previously, Klein had set up a spiritual wall around him based on the experience of the Nighthawks dealing with extraordinary events, and now he is going to start the real channeling of Mr. Glacis who was sleeping.
He familiarly took out the "Eye of Spirit" potion from his formal pocket, and dropped the amber potion on the candlelight.
As the scent of wine gradually filled the air, Klein had a vague feeling of tasting fine wine.
Later, with the help of "Meditation", Klein's consciousness and spirituality floated to a high place, resisting the effect of the "Eye of Spirit" potion, which would make people feel very light and dazed.
While awake, Klein took out another metal vial from the pocket of his coat, unscrewed the cap, and poured the blue liquid inside into his mouth.
With the help of this "Potion of Serenity", Klein reverently pointed out a crimson moon on his chest, sat on the sofa opposite Mr. Glacis, and solemnly and solemnly recited in Hermes. :
"I pray for the power of the night."
...
The power formed by the incantations reverberated invisibly, and along with the expansion of the "dark" candlelight, a burst of "darkness" enveloped the entire living room.
In a dazzling burst, Klein once again saw the spiritual world shrouded in seven rays of pure light. In this strange and illusory space, he saw Mr. Glacis' spiritual body.
He stared at the "storm" shrouding Glacis, and couldn't help but let out a "ha", and immediately drove his spiritual body into the "storm" that served as a barrier.
This is essentially a compression of Glacis' decades of life, a precipitation of the thoughts he has had for decades. Under normal circumstances, it is enough to drive an Extraordinary who is not good at the field of mind.
But fortunately, under the exercise of Klein's endless roaring and babbling under the gray fog, and with the blessing of the "Potion of Tranquility", the "storm" that was frantically "pulling and biting" was just like the gentle wind and drizzle of summer.
Inside the "storm", the gentleman who had been convinced by Klein's divination ability was floating in a daze, looking at the uninvited "visitor" numbly.
Klein stopped in front of him, looked at the monocle that the gentleman was wearing, and asked in a low voice:
"Can you tell me how you met Lanvus, and everything related to that scam?"
Glacis nodded, dumbfounded, and said:
"I met him through the introduction of Ms. Christina. At that time, several gentlemen and ladies with good reputation participated in the relevant investment, and even the recently deceased Senator Maynard was one of them."
"At that time, under the introduction of a group of reputable friends, I was also persuaded by him, so I made an impulse investment."
"Although we did have doubts about it later, after all, such a young man leading an excellent project, we had never heard of his reputation before, and he was conquered by his speaking skills and some credentials."
Speaking? Klein subconsciously first thought of Triss, who was once called "Instigator", and then quickly threw the idea out of his mind, and turned to another sequence he had read on the materials, "The Thief "Sequence Eight - "The Fraudster".
"Is Lanvus acting?" Klein couldn't help recalling what he had done. "Of course there may be other reasons, it may just be a simple fraud."
Mr. Glacis's spirit body did not stop narrating because of Klein's thoughts, and he was still mechanically recalling his experience after recognizing Lanvus.
"Then it was just like what you asked, but recently, the girl from Ms. Christina's house, the girl who was pregnant with the Lanervus child, was not in good spirits recently and had some minor physical problems. Christina recently asked me if the 'pharmacy' I went to is still open, the poor girl may be too sad, and she can only rely on food recently..."
Before Klein could hear Mr. Glacis's last sentence, his inspiration was touched, he quickly exited the psychic state, and his thoughts returned to reality.
With the good perception ability of "Clown", he quickly sketched a picture of a middle-aged lady entering the door.
Mr. Glacis' wife? Klein quickly picked up the silver-studded cane beside him, and while withdrawing the wall of spirituality, he took a few steps to the second floor. He followed the window he entered when he came, and used the paper reinforced by "drawing paper into an army". He pried it open, flipped over the wall, and jumped from a height of four meters on the second floor.
Why is it like being caught in an affair, and then fleeing in a panic... Klein landed his feet firmly on the ground, his free right hand gently pulled on the crumpled shirt, and when he looked around, he found that no one was paying attention. , against the shadows made by the house away from Mr. Glacis's house.
Just as he was about to climb over the fence and walk out of the gentleman's garden, he suddenly heard a scream from the lady, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then he quickened his movements.
"This is definitely not someone who found the body... The power of the 'Sleep' spell is really powerful, the lady should have directly seen Mr. Glacis and the maid 'sleeping' in the living room, although the two The clothes are neatly..."
.......
After a busy morning, Klein returned to the Blackthorn Security Company, entered Hengduan skillfully, and knocked on the wooden door of the captain's office.
Unsurprisingly, Dunn quickly responded to Klein at the door, and a mellow voice came from behind the door:
"Please come in."
Klein opened the door of the office as usual, and Dunn Smith was sitting behind the brown-black desk with his hairline slightly back, reading the newspaper leisurely. This time he was not as nervous as usual.
"Captain, I just finished investigating a victim related to the Lanvus fraud case."
Dunn, who was holding the newspaper, lowered his hands and nodded slightly:
"The church also received news this morning. Regarding your original suggestion, investigate whether Lanvus used the Aurora Society and the Psychological Alchemy Society to hide a large amount of explosives. The result of the investigation is no, and there has been no outflow of large amounts of explosives recently. Unless they are direct shipments from the Southern Continent and Bayam."
The church actually agreed to this proposal? Klein was a little surprised at first, but also a little happy, but when he heard the answer of "no", Klein's brows couldn't help but wrinkle slightly, and he straightened his relaxed back subconsciously.
"The information I got from Hood Eugen, if the Aurora Society didn't use explosives, and Tingen has not had any **** extraordinary cases recently, what did they use to create panic?"
Dunn silently listened to Klein's question, sighed unabashedly, and said in a low voice:
"Human trafficking, when MI9 conducted a thorough investigation of this matter, it accidentally discovered that the Aurora Society and the Witch Cult abducted and trafficked a large number of people in other areas. The Church of Storms also found that the number of slave ships at sea has increased significantly recently."
"So they will still use sacrifices to ask the evil **** to come and create panic?" Klein leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and asked his own question, "This shouldn't happen in Tingen. "
"Yes, the final analysis of the church is also the same, so they sent a large number of 'red gloves' from various places to the large industrial cities in Jianhai and Backlund, and strengthened the monitoring of crowded places." Deng En gently folded the newspaper in half with both hands and stuffed it under a document.
But then, from Hood Eugen, what was the vicious event that might have happened in Tingen? Klein fell into silence, his fingers touched lightly, his eyes fixed on a stain on the floor, and he did not remove it for a long time.
Dunn looked at Klein's actions, thought for a while, and advised:
"Maybe because Hood Eugen is not an official member of the Aurora Society, his intelligence is biased. Of course, even if the lunatics of the Aurora Society temporarily intentionally change their plans, it is not impossible."
Even a lunatic wouldn't change his plans casually... Klein remembered the movie he watched before crossing the road, and he didn't give up thinking. Just as he was about to say something, he heard someone twist the handle and open the door.
He looked back subconsciously, and found that Luo Shan was showing half of her body, standing between the door cracks, probing her brain and saying:
"Captain, someone is here to entrust a mission."
Klein's thoughts were interrupted, and he turned his attention to this sudden task.
Dunn took the opportunity to raise his chin and said to Klein:
"Let's go and have a look. If it's suitable, then follow it up. Maybe it will be another big meal."
Without waiting for Klein to refuse, Dunn stood up directly, tidied up his shirt and watch chain, put on his suit jacket, walked out of the office, and led Roshan and Klein, who were following him, with curious faces, and walked towards The sofa area near the reception hall.
Klein looked past the captain's slightly thin body and looked at the sofa area, and found two ladies sitting there, both women wearing long black dresses and soft hats of the same color.
Isn't this the wife of that Congressman Maynard, the daughter of the New Party 'big guy'?
Klein recognized a woman he had seen before, but he didn't say a word, instead he observed the captain standing at the front.
At this time, one of the thinner ladies, who Klein didn't know, said in a hoarse voice:
"We want to entrust you to monitor and follow Sharon, Mrs. Sharon."
While speaking, she involuntarily added a hint of mockery to her tone:
"I want you to investigate the evidence of her crime."
After listening to the lady's words, Dunn subconsciously looked at Klein beside him, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
Klein, who was suddenly stared at by the captain, was a little dazed, and then quickly responded:
"This lady, that Ms. Sharon, as far as I know, has been declared by the police department to have no motive for committing a crime, and the investigation also shows that Congressman Maynard was born because of his body..."
Suddenly, the expression on the lady's face froze, and then her eyes widened uncontrollably, her body trembling with restraint, so scared that Klein quickly stopped his voice.
At this moment, another plump, fair-skinned lady beside her held her trembling hand and said in her place:
"She and his lovers put too much pressure on the police department."
Dunn looked at the two women who were very determined to come, and his expression did not change. He just sat softly on the sofa opposite, and asked in a mellow voice:
"So you don't trust the police department's investigation?"
The emaciated woman who was still twitching seemed to slow down a little and said intermittently:
"That, that bitch, she's just a criminal of unknown origin, relying on her body to get the upper hand, those cops just gave in because of the pressure from her lovers, they, they are all criminals, they all kill My brother's criminal."
The origin is unknown... Klein's "occupational disease" has been committed again, capturing the main point of the Maynard Congressman's sister's words.
Just as Dunn was about to say something, Mrs. Maynard, who was sitting beside the thin lady, clapped her hand covertly and said in a low voice:
"I will settle the difficulties you may encounter, and other places that need to be traversed can also be provided. Even if you suffer losses, I can pay double compensation for it."
Dunn looked back at Klein again, and after seeing that there was no turbulence in the other's eyes, he turned his head slowly, remained silent for more than ten seconds, then raised his head and asked:
"You seem to be quite sure what we can find out. UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com or rather, Madam Sharon has indeed committed a crime. You know, ordinary people can't manipulate others to have a heart attack."
Klein looked at the daughter of the "big guy" of the new party who was in the actual leading position, and couldn't help but slandered in his heart:
"This father who wouldn't beg him, was secretly informed of the existence of the Nighthawks team, and then came to entrust him?"
This time, the "big guy"'s daughter didn't say anything. Instead, it was the thin lady beside her, the sister of Congressman Maynard. She calmed down and nodded:
"We heard about your professionalism from tobacco dealer Vicroll, and we received some information as to why that **** committed a crime, but it is inconvenient to disclose that it involves several other MPs in Tingen, I don't think you guys want to get involved either."
Vickroll? who is this?
Klein looked down at the captain who was sitting on the sofa, only to see the captain nodding indifferently, agreeing to the entrustment of the two ladies, and negotiating the corresponding remuneration.
After the two ladies left, he looked at Klein suspiciously and asked:
"Who is that Vicroll?"
Klein also shook his head dazedly, but Roshan next to him made a "woo" and responded:
"It's the tobacco dealer who provided a big meal, the client of the kidnapping case."
Dunn thought about it for a while, then looked at Klein, who was covering his face with his left hand. He seemed to have thought of something. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he patted the other person's shoulder. He said in a mellow voice:
"This task is left to you."
Klein suddenly froze, and the expression under his palm suddenly brightened.
Chapter 47: boudoir
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Let me investigate Mrs. Sharon? Relying on "Clown"'s super-strong expression management ability, Klein quickly adjusted his expression under the cover of his palm, and then asked carefully:
"Who am I and who is in charge of this task?"
Dunn smiled, took off his formal jacket, put it on his arm, and said briefly:
"you alone."
A person! Klein was a little dazed for a while, and his expression turned sluggish for a while.
Dunn looked at Klein whose eyes were a little sloppy, and explained very patiently:
"You have now been promoted to Sequence Eight, you have enough mobility, and it just so happens that the Lanervus case has come to an end, you can take this opportunity to exercise your tracking and monitoring skills, and do a sufficient weight. practice."
No, Captain, you may have misunderstood. It's not that I think I'm incapable of doing this task, it's just that the reward is too generous... Klein didn't refuse. After sighing lightly, he agreed:
"no problem."
.......
"I got 'Wriggling Hunger', met an old friend, and recalled something."
Klein rubbed his fingers, and his fingertips ignited a spiritual flame, letting the letter sent by Mr. Ards turn into little ashes and scattered in the night wind.
At this time, he was sticking to the edge of a fence on Olsner Street, shrinking in a small shadow, relying on a jet-black trench coat and a half-height silk top hat of the same color, creating a state of "pseudo-invisibility".
This is outside the wall of Mrs. Sharon's house, and you can see the single-family house with a soft orange-yellow glow in the center of the garden inside the wall.
Only the first floor of the house is lit, and from time to time, blurred and deformed figures pass by the window, while the upper second floor is pitch-dark, and the heavy wine-red curtains isolate it from outside prying eyes.
Klein had just walked around the whole house a few times with the super athletic ability brought by the "clown", but he couldn't find a place on the second floor where the curtains were not drawn, making him unable to judge whether Mrs. Sharon was at home.
This is mainly due to the fact that the gangster he hired according to Leonard's suggestion was too stretched, and he often mistook the carriage of Mrs. Sharon's adopted son for her, so that Klein could not even grasp the specific whereabouts of Mrs. Sharon.
Klein couldn't see the inside of the second floor, so he couldn't determine whether Mrs. Sharon was going out or went to bed and rested. What he could only confirm was that most of the servants on the first floor were relatively relaxed, and no one went to the second floor casually.
What's more, I don't want to face the embarrassing scene of pretending to be a "celebrity lady" and resting at home and a thin college graduate breaking into her bedroom. ... Kleinha let out a sigh of relief, and looked around for a while, his hands began to tighten and let go uncontrollably. After doing this several times in a row, he seemed to have made up his mind. He walked firmly to the dense bushes on the side.
He first set up a spiritual wall outside the bushes that could isolate the outside world, and then completed the corresponding ritual with himself as the object of summoning.
After doing all this, Klein grabbed the outside of the coat with both hands, slowly tightened the outer layer of the coat, and walked into the dark green bushes.
He listened to the rustling sound of the thick branches and the thinner jet-black windbreaker, the corners of his mouth twitched in pain, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, his eyes closed, relying on the spiritual intuition of the "clown", he walked in the dark Deeper into the bushes.
It can be reimbursed anyway, it can be reimbursed anyway, I can buy a new set... Klein kept hypnotizing himself, in the depths of the bushes, against the interference of thick and stubborn branches, he took four difficult steps in the opposite direction. .
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."
In the last step, Klein barely kept his balance, endured the pain of being scratched, and squatted into the bushes.
Along with endless roaring and babbling, Klein's spiritual body quickly passed through the thick fog scattered with a large number of dark gray blocks and dark red streamers, and came to the gray fog that stood like a giant's residence.
Leaning back on the tall high-back chair, he subconsciously glanced at the old notes on his right hand that he placed on the long bronze table.
Seeing that it was still lying there quietly, with no signs of movement, the blood stains and ink spots on the surface were exactly the same as before, and then he reluctantly let go of his heart, spread his spirituality, and touched the illusory door located in the center of the long bronze table.
With the strong gravitational force, Klein's spiritual body was thrown high, and then inhaled into the door with the symbol symbolizing the gray fog, and immediately entered the unfathomable spiritual world, returning to the cold wind. reality.
His transparent spiritual body was attached to the air, and he glanced at himself under the "body". After making sure that he would not be easily discovered, he stretched out his hands and took the cold and soft Ahn from his pocket. Zike copper whistle and citrine bracelet, and two charms containing the power of "night".
After doing all this, Klein gently bent his legs, leaped vigorously, and flew towards Madam Sharon's mansion, which was glowing with orange light.
His figure passed over the well-manicured garden and landed on the balcony on the second floor without making a sound.
Just as he was about to open the shuttered wooden door of the balcony, his right hand resting on the handle couldn't help but pause for a while, then relaxed, and naturally fell to the right side of his body.
Under his control, Klein Moretti's bookish face changed. His already dark facial features were further deepened, his brown pupils were completely hidden in the shadows, and the bridge of his nose was raised and turned into a deformity. characteristic development of children.
After completely covering up his facial features, Klein drove his translucent body directly through the locked wooden door on the balcony, and entered Mrs. Sharon's bedroom, which he learned from the gangster.
In the dimly lit room, a faint fragrance filled the air, stirring people's nerves, making people involuntarily think of the female body with blood vessels.
"If I hadn't been in a spirit state now, I might have been affected. I'm using love potions as incense." Klein looked at the decorations in the room and complained silently.
With the help of the normalized spiritual vision in this spirit state, he clearly saw the gorgeousness and luxury in Mrs. Sharon's bedroom, set off by the crimson moonlight falling from the gaps in the curtains.
This is a spacious room. The floor is covered with a dark red wool carpet that is not much different from the curtains. Together with the velvet curtains, it sets the tone of the room.
Beside the large silk drapery bed, on the brown wooden dresser are scattered all kinds of skin care products and jewelry, as well as jewelry carefully packed in jewelry boxes.
Those bottles and jars and various colored gemstones exude different brilliance, and together with the light clothes and suspender stockings accidentally exposed in the cloakroom, casually discarded on the rocking chair, constitute the most eye-catching "scenery" in the entire room. Everywhere, gold inlaid ornaments of various shapes were eclipsed.
Klein picked up the "muscles" around his nose. Although it stands to reason that there should be no similar reactions in the spirit state, the corresponding emotions were still revealed on his facial features.
He first walked to the only covered place in the room, a wooden easel covered with violet silk next to the full-length mirror.
As Klein's spirit body reinforced by Azik's copper whistle lifted the piece of violet silk, the entire canvas was completely exposed to the air.
It was an unfinished oil painting. The shallow brush strokes on it showed the artist's skill, and the portraits of the people shrouded in beautiful light and shadow acted as the soul of the painting.
Klein glanced at it roughly, and he completely reflected Madam Sharon's naked body in his mind. He saw her brown hair like waterfalls, and her brown eyes that were pure and moist like a deer in the forest. Upturned, with delicate nose and lips, she truly felt the astonishing charm of a mature woman's charm and a girl's innocence.
This doesn't look like a simple painting, it's about to catch up with the "hint". The person who painted this painting is an extraordinary person? Klein took two steps back, thinking about the Beyonder who might be hiding behind him, his gaze shifted, and he landed on the full-length mirror and rocking chair next to him.
An "amazing" thought suddenly popped up in Klein's mind.
"From this angle, is this Mrs. Sharon's self-portrait?"
He could even imagine in his mind the scene where the well-known "socialite" was sitting naked in front of a mirror and painting.
This is too narcissistic!
Klein clicked his tongue in surprise, and immediately remembered how he felt when he was observing the oil painting. For a while, he doubted Mrs. Sharon's true identity.
The origin is unknown, he has met a large number of high-level people, maintains a relatively close relationship, can be driven in a limited way, and this kind of living environment... The "muscles" on Klein's face can't help twitching again.
"She won't be a witch..."
Klein resisted the doubts in his heart, picked up the silk on the ground, covered the unfinished oil painting, and carefully inspected every corner of the room.
After a thorough investigation, he stood in front of a heavy safe with obvious characteristics of the steam era, touched his chin and thought.
He first tried to pick the safety lock, and then stood up, took out the citrine pendant from his spiritual body, and started divination very professionally.
In fact, Klein couldn't account for the danger of this infiltrating investigation before that, but he didn't expect that there was a safe in this room.
"There are potentially dangerous items in this safe."
"There are potentially dangerous items in this safe."
...
If someone entered the room at this time, they would only see a citrine suspended in the air spinning clockwise.
Looking at the divination result in his hand, Klein silently withdrew the citrine in his right hand, bent down, and took advantage of the special nature of his spiritual body to directly cross the heavy iron door, and pierced his head into the safe.
In the darker safe, Klein, relying on the special vision brought by his spiritual vision, "clearly" saw the three separate compartments.
The things visited on these three floors are different. On the first floor, there are only standard gold bars, thick banknotes, and more expensive jewelry, just like every lady.
There isn't much stuff on the second floor below, just scattered documents with some headers exposed, which are roughly all property certificates and company contracts.
On the bottom floor, the things visited there are quite strange, only a small black and white photo, a picture of a young man with beautiful eyebrows, is directly visited in the middle.
Because Klein had already suspected Mrs. Sharon's identity based on some clues, he didn't lose his mind when he saw this photo, and imagined the possible story behind it.
As Klein's observation time increased, his expression gradually became more exciting.
As expected, this is another witch, at least a Sequence Seven!
In the spirit state, Klein sighed, resisting the urge to complain, the corners of his mouth twitched tightly, restraining his emotions, and groping around the safe, looking for possible hidden items.
Just as his hand stretched forward, his spiritual body suddenly seemed to fall into an ice cave and stiffened in place.
Deeper, in the darker safe, there are some dim lights that light up strangely, and two of them are especially evil.
In Klein's trembling pupils, a statue made of bones seemed to come alive. He could vaguely see that it was a beautiful woman. The thick hair was raised independently in bundles, and the ends formed one after another hideous. The snake head also had a dim light in his eyes.
The feeling of freezing is no longer limited to the **** of the spiritual body, but more directly affects his thinking.
"No, that's it, we must return..." As soon as this idea came to Klein's mind, his spiritual body was pulled to an infinite height by the huge gravitational force that came from nowhere. ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Out of his sight, layers and layers of thin gray fog had enveloped the entire room.
Vision turned bright and dark, and Klein returned to the gray fog in an instant, freeing himself from the influence of the idol.
He sat woodenly at the head of the long bronze table, a looming black robe appeared on his body, the deadly gray mist boiled, and waves of twisted snake shadows were forced out into the air, struggling to dissipate.
As the illusory black robe disappeared, Klein's expression became vivid.
With his newly recovered thinking ability, he quickly took out the citrine pendant scattered on the table, showed a pen and paper, and made a quick divination to reveal the extraordinary factors that might be behind the death of Senator Maynard.
"There was something extraordinary about John Maynard's death."
"There was something extraordinary about John Maynard's death."
...
Following the clockwise movement of the citrine, Klein slowly let out a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, leaned back, and leaned against the back of the stone high-back chair.
.......
In the deep underground cave, sturdy purple giant pythons were entrenched on the cave wall, moving slowly.
Some of those giant pythons closed their eyes, while others had their eyes wide open, exuding a bewitching purple light, densely packed, occupying the entire cave.
Although their bodies are thick, they are very strange. They do not have thick and hard scales to match them. Instead, they are fibrous filaments and soft hair!
They extend down, connecting to the bottom of the cave, to a large, charming body.
His eyes are slightly open, his voice is magnetic, and his tone is meaningful:
"Mysterious."
Ps: Chike and Zhou Mingrui have no relationship in that respect.
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"It hurts!" Klein, whose thoughts had returned to reality, almost fell in the bushes. He just relied on "Joker"'s excellent body control ability to stabilize his body.
It's over, he squatted for too long, his legs were numb... Klein gritted his teeth and adjusted his body movements, and withdrew his hands from the bushes with difficulty.
Clap, clap, clap.
After countless attempts, Klein finally succeeded in dragging his legs and the body above them from the bushes.
Mr. Azik's copper whistle is still above the gray fog... Klein dragged his windbreaker with more than a dozen scattered leaves, patted the dust on his body, and walked forward tentatively, the more he walked. Come faster.
"I have to inform the captain of this news, and I can't let a witch stay in Tingen."
Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from afar. Klein's nerves tightened and he turned around quickly. Under the subconscious drive of his body, he endured the numbness and pain in his legs, and with a few quick strokes, he climbed up a not too high plane tree.
In just a few seconds, a galloping carriage pressed down on the road, causing the rocks on the ground to tremble. It swiftly passed the not-so-tall plane tree, and the brushed bushes fell backwards along the strong wind.
Klein, who was half-hidden in the tree canopy spread by the branches, didn't dare to turn on his spiritual vision. He just leaned against the road, and the faint light of a gas street lamp vaguely saw the coat of arms of the Hoy family on the carriage.
He watched from a distance that the ornately decorated carriage gradually slowed down and drove into the single-family villa surrounded by the expansive garden.
Under the light of orange-yellow light, Ms. Sharon, with her soft brown hair and eyes as pure as a deer, shook her slender and tall figure, and arrogantly threw the fur on her body to the short maid beside her.
This well-known "socialite", one of Tingen's richest widows, Ms. Sharon impatiently dismissed the housekeeper who wanted to show herself in front of her, shook off the servant, and walked alone into the darkness. The shrouded second floor, feeling the darkness, walked to his bedroom, and gently pushed open the mahogany door with intricate and gorgeous patterns.
The moment the door was pushed open, Sharon Hoy's spiritual vision opened silently, quietly examining everything he had arranged in the house.
Her pure and moist eyes suddenly condensed, reflecting the almost transparent and invisible filaments.
They do not possess spiritual brilliance, and they randomly fill the entire room, interlacing and overlapping each other, like a huge cobweb woven from diseased human hair.
At this moment, these fragile and tough silk threads are still faithfully guarding their "posts", still intertwined one by one, guarding the most important thick safe in the entire room.
Mrs. Sharon nodded with satisfaction, a sweet smile appeared on her smooth-skinned face, innocent and charming.
She casually took off her simple black long dress, and threw it on her favorite rocking chair, covering the layered silk clothes and the fragrance in the air.
The thick velvet curtains that shielded the outside world from prying eyes were automatically opened without being pushed, and the crimson moonlight scattered into the room like fragments, reflecting a different kind of brilliance on jewelry, gold decorations, or cosmetics.
Mrs. Sharon, who was already naked, walked through the luxurious and gorgeous room with familiarity, her fair skin was a touch of crimson, she tapped her toes, reached the easel, and continued to paint the fascinating unfinished work. painting.
While obsessed with her own beauty, she seemed to be under the influence of some external force, and she didn't notice that the only broken and almost transparent filament in front of the easel was drifting leisurely in the air with the wind.
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36 Zoetland Street, Blackthorn Security.
Klein was in a state of embarrassment. Taking advantage of the gap between Roshan's use of the toilet, he silently entered the partition and walked to the captain's office, which was not closed.
Dunn, who was originally holding a coffee cup leisurely and propped up the newspaper with one hand, looked at Klein, who suddenly appeared from the door frame, with a strange expression, and sighed silently:
"Aren't you following Mrs. Sharon today, why did you get like this?"
Klein didn't make some jokes as usual, but closed the door with a serious backhand.
"I just discovered some anomalies."
Dunn Smith, who was sitting leisurely on the soft chair, straightened up, put the coffee and newspaper in his hands on the table, and folded his hands.
"You were attacked?"
"No, I found that Mrs. Sharon may be a hidden cultist, a Sequence Seven or above Beyonder of the Witch Sect." Klein shook his head solemnly, and then explained.
Dunn pondered for a few seconds, let go of the hands that were clasped together, tapped the chair opposite the table with his right hand, and said in a mellow voice:
"Sit down first, I need to listen to a careful report."
Klein did not choose to sit down, but leaned forward and supported the edge of the desk with his arms.
"Didn't Mrs. Maynard say before that Mrs. Sharon's origin is unknown? This may not be a slander. I found a secretly preserved photo in her room, a male photo."
"Male?" Dunn chewed on the word and asked solemnly, "Anything else besides this?"
Klein nodded solemnly, and then asked the question:
"In addition to this photo of a man very similar to him, I also found a statue of the evil **** made of white bones, and used divination to reconfirm the cause of Maynard's death, confirming the involvement of extraordinary factors."
Dunn fell into silence for a while, and asked carefully:
"Can you describe the Evil God statue you saw?"
Klein was stunned for a moment, then quickly recalled and said:
"It is a statue with a glamorous female figure as the main body, but her hair is made up of poisonous snakes, and the eyes of the snake's head are still faintly glowing, spreading to the ankles, almost covering the whole body."
Primordial Witch... Dunn sighed suddenly, after a while, he nodded solemnly and said:
"This is indeed the evil **** believed by the Witch Sect, the image of the original witch, we need to act immediately."
Having said that, he immediately got up, picked up the formal jacket from the soft seat, and packed up the odds and ends on his body.
Klein also left the desk and walked to the door of the office.
Just as he was about to walk out of the partition, he suddenly heard the captain's call from behind.
Dunn's half arm was still outside the formal suit, and there were no ornaments such as a watch chain on his body, and he held a certificate in his hand.
"Go and call Keenli and take out a Sealed Artifact from Chanis Gate by the way, 3-0217, Mrs. Sharon may not be just a Sequence Seven. She can simply interfere with your divination, which shows her strength."
Klein, who received the captain's handwritten certificate, quickly recalled in his mind the sealed item that the captain asked him to take out—3-0217.
It is a mirror corresponding to the "psychic", a mirror that can reflect various things, and it is very dangerous for the members of the Nighthawks team.
The most terrifying danger it can create is to reflect the user's own figure, which may cause the split of the user's spirit, or through the connection between this sealed object and the spiritual world, from the vast spiritual world, directly. Summons a similar spirit creature.
This sealed item can only be properly sealed if it is placed in a dark environment, and it will not harm the surrounding creatures.
As the captain quickly overtook him, Klein immediately quickened his pace and walked towards the underground space that the spiral staircase leads to.
Just as he was about to walk up the first stairs, his inspiration touched him unconsciously, which led him to look at the captain who was explaining things to Roshan, who had just returned to his post, and asked:
"Captain, does the difference between a righteous **** and an evil **** lie in whether there is a human image?"
"I saw in mysticism books before that the hidden sage is often said to be an old man with a hood, and this time the primordial witch also has a specific image of her own, but the seven orthodox gods have only their own The symbol of the holy emblem, is this why they are called righteous gods?"
Dunn, who was standing in front of the front desk, first glanced at Roshan, who was full of curiosity, and then explained:
"This is not the whole reason, but it is also part of the reason why they were called evil gods. Because of their fall, they have human images to seduce the world."
Klein suddenly remembered the secret mechanism of the Nighthawks, and realized his sudden impulse just now. Not only did he straighten his head quickly, but he walked down the spiral staircase quickly.
Why am I as forgetful as the captain? I could have asked him in the office just now... Klein shook his head and stopped thinking about it. The pace on his legs quickened.
A few minutes later, Klein carefully retrieved the Sealed Artifact numbered 3-0217, with more mirrors in his hand so as not to be wrapped in black flannel, followed by a nervous Keenli, one after the other. went to the surface.
Dunn made a decisive judgment when he saw Klein and Kernley looked at them.
"Kenli, use this sealed artifact."
After receiving the order, Kernli's face suddenly turned white, he exhaled a few breaths, and took the tightly wrapped mirror from Klein's hand stiffly.
Klein, who was beside him, was also affected by his emotions. He was a little nervous and touched his coat pocket subconsciously. He didn't feel the familiar cold touch brought by the "Sleep" spell as usual.
Oops, I left all the spells above the gray fog... Klein couldn't help but bared his teeth, thinking silently:
"I don't know if I can take it down. After all, this time I was completely passively returning to the gray fog, and the items that I contained in my spirit body were also added together. Perhaps it can only be done by 'sacrifice' and 'gift'... ..."
Dunn didn't notice Klein's gaffe, but casually reassured Kernli, who was nervous in his heart. He didn't turn his head and raised his chin at Klein until the carriage dedicated to the Nighthawk was ready, signaling to get on the carriage together. .
After Keenli, who was in charge of using the sealed artifact, sat firmly on the carriage, Dunn, who was in charge of the drive, raised his whip and drove the carriage. Under the guidance of Klein, he drove towards Mrs. Sharon's mansion.
.......
More than 20 minutes later, the captain of the night watchman arrived at Olsner Street with two "rookies", parked the car far away from the house, and in the darkness, a few people bent over and touched Mrs. Sharon's expansive garden.
They carefully examined the tall house in front of them, and observed every window or door that could be Madam Sharon's escape.
After observing and exploring for a while, they lowered their footsteps and walked under the balcony that Klein had chosen when he entered the investigation. Looking at the quietly crawling house in front of him, they didn't show any strangeness, and started to act.
Because Klein lacked the citrine pendulum to assist divination, he could only pull out a coin from his pocket, tilted it with his thumb, and spun it in the air, thus completing the divination.
He raised his head to look at the captain who was watching him, and said with a solemn expression:
"It is indeed dangerous to enter now."
Dunn's gaze stayed on the coin in Klein's hand for a while, and then he made a judgment:
"Be careful, deal with Mrs. Sharon as soon as possible, and don't let her escape."
Just after he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the height that needs to be climbed from here on the second floor, and couldn't help but add:
"Wait, don't act yet."
Why? Just as Klein was about to ask aloud, he saw that the captain's lips had moved, and he explained softly.
"In order to avoid the situation that happened when Triss was besieged before, I will first pull Sharon into a dream. You can take this opportunity to kill her and avoid unnecessary danger."
Keenli, who was holding the Sealed Artifact beside him, nodded in approval, and Klein, who was ready to act, also slightly relaxed his tense muscles and slowly let out a sigh of relief.
Dunn immediately stopped wasting time, lowered his head, and his eyes were instantly darkened ~www.mtlnovel.com~ pulled Klein and the two into a dream together.
In the dream, Klein quickly regained consciousness with his own special blessing, and then watched as Kernli, who was opposite him, was also awakened by the captain.
As for Dunn, who disappeared out of thin air, three or four seconds later, he suddenly appeared in the air between the two of them, and nodded calmly.
The captain has already dragged Mrs. Sharon into a dream... Klein's thoughts moved slightly, and he returned to reality together with Kernli, who also received the news. The two quickly exchanged glances, and began to act without delaying.
As the Sequence Eight in the team, Klein consciously assumed the role of the main force at this time.
He who had already climbed to the second floor, with the blessing of the powerful athletic ability endowed by the "Clown" potion, hung his body upside down, took the sealed object that hindered Kernli's movement with both hands, and exerted his abdominal muscles under the surprised gaze of the other party. , moved back to the upper body, and turned to the balcony on the second floor.
Kernli, whose hands were freed, did not hesitate, used both hands and feet, and quickly followed.
He consciously stretched out his hands and retrieved the sealed artifact he was responsible for. At the same time, he took off the black cloth on it, allowing the spiritual world behind the mirror to connect with reality.
Taking advantage of this time, Klein familiarly pried open the closed wooden balcony door, pushed it open gently, and looked at the bedroom where he had been.
Among them, Mrs. Sharon was sleeping naked on the chair in front of the easel, with a brush in her fingertips.
Captain succeeded! Klein couldn't help but feel joy, and looked at Kernli behind him with excitement.
He looked back, and clearly saw the change on Kernli's face from secret joy to horror.
At this moment, a burst of purple light silently erupted from the depths of the bedroom.
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Mrs. Sharon, who was forcibly dragged into a dream by Dunn Smith, was under the influence of the lavender and magical light, her eyes that were naturally closed began to tremble slightly, and there was a sign of awakening.
In the depths of the gorgeous room, the source of the lavender light, the thick black sludge overflowed from the thick safe, as if something terrifying was about to come.
Is it the statue of the "primitive witch"? Klein tried his best to remain calm, drew his gun quickly, and frantically pulled the trigger on Mrs. Sharon, who had not yet fully awakened.
when! when! when!
Accompanied by the silver bullets falling silently on the soft and luxurious carpet, the bullets dragging the crimson light also knocked into Mrs. Sharon's head, destroying this place under the driving of powerful external force. Zhang Juemei's face was red, white, and yellow all over the ground.
"Ha, ha, ha..." Klein, who quickly emptied the entire magazine, was not relieved by the fragmentation of Mrs. Sharon's head. He panted and turned his head slightly, looking at the unresponsive Keenli, who came over, shook his head forward.
Keenli, who had also learned the internal body language of the Nighthawks, raised the Sealed Artifact in his hand in the direction of Mrs. Sharon's corpse unhurriedly.
For a while, the whole house fell into a strange silence, only the thick safe emitting purple light still overflowed with sticky sludge.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of being hit by a heavy object suddenly came from the safe, and the entire box was deformed. The gray and white color swept the entire room for a while, infecting reality.
Oops, I can't move... Klein struggled to move his eyes and looked at Keenli, who was holding a sealed item, and found that his teammate was also frozen in place, like a vivid wax figure.
Not only did they lose the ability to move their bodies, but even their own thinking ability seemed to be degrading over time. They could only watch Madam Sharon, whose head had been shattered into a puddle, and crawled up again with twisted movements. .
"Crimson!"
Dunn Smith, who had been downstairs and was in charge of delaying Mrs. Sharon, dragged the back of his coat behind him, and swiftly rolled up from the balcony on the second floor. Just before his body fell, just before he touched "Grey", his right arm burst into flames. He turned his wrist, and a silver-white spell quickly shot into the spacious bedroom.
With the eruption of the crimson "moonlight", unprecedented tranquility calmed the process of "grey" eroding reality, and the power of the night rivaled the purple light!
Dunn landed on both feet and hit Klein and Kernley with the revolver, helping them get out of the predicament.
Kernli looked at the captain with excitement, but found that Dunn's gray eyes were deeper than usual, like an unfathomable mist condensed in this small lens.
Is the captain's skill so good? Klein took this opportunity to quickly reload the demon hunting bullets, and stared at the "Mrs. Sharon" who had been completely "resurrected" and whose brain was roughly spliced. Shen Sheng said to the captain:
"Captain, we must first destroy the safe, which contains the statue of the 'primordial witch'. I suspect that part of the power of the statue was lowered to cause the current aberration."
Dunn nodded indifferently, adjusted the revolver in his right hand, and aimed at "Mrs. Sharon" who was adjusting his body condition with one arm.
"You and Keenli use 3-0782 as much as possible, and I will contain the front."
Hearing the captain's order, Klein acted subconsciously. He and Kernli dispersed in different directions, forming a stable triangle, completely blocking "Mrs. Sharon"'s retreat.
"The captain is Sequence Seven, and I'm a 'clown' who is good at close-quarters combat. Kernli has a relatively dangerous sealed item in his hand. No matter where she goes, she can't solve her opponent immediately." Klein held both hands Holding the peach wood handle of the revolver tightly, out of the corner of the corner of the eye glanced at Dunn, "The captain's state is very wrong, it doesn't look like his style..."
This idea only appeared for a moment, and he immediately threw it out of his mind, and concentrated on guarding the "Mrs. Sharon" who might mutate. He chose to trust the teammates he got along with day and night, which is reasonable!
The 'Mrs. Sharon' with twisted joints adjusted her state, the sludge in the thick safe no longer flowed, and the faint purple light was completely extinguished at this moment, and was buried in darkness.
"Hidden." "Mrs. Sharon" shook the head she had just attached, and dozens of transparent silk threads dragged all kinds of decorations in the room, blocking the bullets, sawdust and ceramic chips fired by Klein and Kernli. one place.
Perhaps her head was rudely re-spliced, the facial features on the no longer beautiful face were also dislocated, and the movements of her lips did not match her voice.
Standing directly in front of the balcony, with the crimson moonlight on his back, Dunn looked straight into the clear eyes of 'Mrs. Sharon', the pistol raised in his right arm fired several times, and his left hand behind him snapped his fingers softly, taking advantage of the shocking sound of the gunshot. .
Phew!
The wind blowing out of the window stopped in an instant, the whole room became darker and darker, and in the tranquility, the gunshots from the revolver actually resounded.
"Mrs. Sharon"'s expression was sluggish for a second or two, and the head pieced together by invisible forces also tended to shatter again.
An uncontrollable twist of anger appeared on her ferocious face. The brown pupils reflected the huge invisible cascading door outside the window, and a terrifying scream roared.
"Ah!" Keenli, who was holding the Sealed Artifact, fell to the ground. In pain, the mirror that was supposed to be shown to "Mrs. Sharon", but for some reason it had not been working, fell to the ground face up. Straight out the projection of Keenli who was hugging and howling.
In the eyes of Klein, who was also fighting against the terrifying scream, Kernli, whose expression was originally distorted, stopped screaming instantly, as if his mouth was blocked, and his entire face was covered with a thick shadow, with a heavy expression. Weird.
Before everyone could react, the silk thread manipulated by "Mrs. Sharon" was raised again, and clusters of burning black flames burst out of the air, and together with the frost spreading on the ground, they seemed to torture the three Nighthawks. lethal.
Dunn Smith, whose expression was still indifferent, glanced at the attacks coming from all directions, as if predicting the future, he swiftly ran towards the dead end of all this, and ran roundly to the one who was standing in place, about to be cut off by silk threads. Kernley.
During this process, his eyes did not deviate at all. He switched the revolver to his left hand, raised it without aiming, and blindly shot off a frost spear that Klein had overlooked. Deep full-length mirror.
boom! Klein was reminded by Dunn's gunshot. The body that was jumping in the air forcibly twisted his waist, leading the man to pounce to the side and approaching "Mrs. Sharon" who was still standing there and seemed unable to move at will.
He picked up a stubby wooden stick at random, turned his wrist, and the invisible force instantly strengthened the toughness of the stick. With a strong wind, he slashed at "Mrs. Sharon, who was focusing on harassing and attacking Dunn. ".
Snapped!
Before being swept by the short stick, "Mrs. Sharon" has long disappeared, replaced by a larger piece of glass, the mirror that Dunn shattered just now!
Where the full-length mirror was originally, a burst of black flames rose, "Mrs. Sharon"'s slender and tall body walked out of it, and three strands of frost attached to the air burst out.
Klein didn't have time to dodge, so he could only resist with a stick horizontally. He hooked his free left foot, and pulled the easel next to him to fall in front of him.
"Mrs. Sharon"'s expression suddenly became distorted, and a completely different emotion appeared in her clear eyes. It seemed that these two different personalities were interfering with each other at this time.
The silk thread that had been cut out sharply seemed to be disturbed. Klein escaped with the tough wooden stick, and the other one brushed over Dunn's head. Only in front of Kernli, Frost had already climbed up to him. body, death is coming.
Dunn, who was running, quickened his pace instantly, picked up a broken ornament around him, and smashed it at Kernli, who was standing still, unaware of the danger.
With a muffled sound, Kernli staggered and moved a few steps to the side, his left arm wrapped in formal clothes was thrown high, the surface was covered with frost lines, fell to the ground, and shattered into pieces that were stained with blood. Red and black flesh.
Dunn, who finally arrived, knocked him flying, his body was low, and his left hand picked up the quaint silver mirror that fell on the ground, face up, and the higher hairline flashed in the mirror.
Boom! He rolled around, ignoring the pain of putting on the sturdy furniture, and steadfastly pointed the mirror towards the python-like hair that was already leaning against him, and controlled Klein's "Mrs. Sharon".
The mirror was instantly dyed with a layer of lavender, and "Mrs. Sharon"'s hideous face was clearly reflected in it, and the picture suddenly became dark and deep, as if connected to the spiritual world.
"Hidden!" "Mrs. Sharon", whose hair fell for no reason, gave up her restraint on Klein, her clear eyes were mixed with anger, hatred, panic, and panic, and she stared at the expressionless Dunn. .
She rubbed her hands on the lens, and Keenli, whose left arm wound was covered with frost, screamed in agony. She was in a happy mood when she heard it, and her cracked mouth exaggeratedly completed a distorted arc.
She frantically stabbed her right hand with sharp nails into her stomach, and as if nothing had happened, she pulled out her internal organs. Using her body as raw material and the soul of a layer of servants as fuel, she set up a curse on the spot!
Klein, who was thrown aside, swayed and stood up, barely regaining consciousness. He looked at "Mrs. Sharon" who was close at hand, and raised the revolver subconsciously, but remembered that he had already emptied his bullets.
It would be great if the "spell" on his body was still there, but it was thrown into the gray fog at this time... Klein glanced at the silk thread surrounding Mrs. Sharon, and resolutely jumped back a few times, or Rolling over, or jumping forward, dodged the random attacks by "Mrs. Sharon" in order to ensure the success of the ceremony.
He didn't try to fight, but ran directly to Kernli behind the captain and to the pistol with bullets beside the injured teammate.
Seeing that the ceremony of "Mrs. Sharon" was about to succeed, Dunn, who held the sealed object in front of him, gave up the action instantly, dropped the mirror in his hand, and ran towards "Mrs. Sharon", pulling the trigger continuously. , the solid figure briefly swept across the mirror, his eyes were firm, and there was no longer a fog-like depth.
In the opposite spiritual world, the eyes of the huge spiritual body that was suspended silently before the space seal suddenly ignited a faint blue flame, linking the coordinates in the distance.
His figure quickly faded and merged with the thick color block behind him. Within a second, another figure appeared here, looking around stiffly, as if he was looking for something, the vertical eyes under the eagle-shaped helmet. Showing obvious excitement.
Her eyes hung over every corner around her, and then stopped on the hidden seal in front of her.
Seeing the "engraved" seals of the illusory gates, she immediately took off the badge with "eye without pupil" and "twisted thread" from the buckle outside the armor, without hesitation. Press it up.
"The Primordial Witch?" Feeling the power behind the seal, she couldn't help revealing a hint of doubt in her vertical pupils, which radiated orange-red light.
As a slave of the Lord, eliminating His enemies is the first mission.
A black knight in heavy armor emerged from the void, and a pale crescent-shaped light struck the safe in the corner of the room with a thunderous force.
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She touched the giant sword to the ground, and layers of illusory water waves floated on the carpet below her. The dark water devoured the simple silver mirror that she had just used as the medium of descent.
"Mrs. Sharon", who was about to release the curse, froze in place, her clear brown eyes were full of doubts and puzzles, and her mouth did not match her voice.
"Angelboda, you are still alive!"
"Chick." The half-giant Angelboda looked at the terrifying body in front of him, and couldn't help but think of other witch sect members he had seen, Katarina, and what he saw in his adoptive father's diary. description of.
Why is this different?
The breath on her body shocked Klein and Dunn, who were still conscious, and the spiritual warning madly called the police in their minds, reminding them to hold their heads and close their eyes, not to look directly at the terrifying knight standing in the center of the room .
Angelboda didn't have the heart to talk much with this evil **** who had only heard of it. He clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the broad sword with the wide door was easily raised. The spiritual body of the servant who was hypnotized by Dunn in advance and killed in the "Mrs. Sharon" ceremony was forcibly stripped from the body, passed through the dark and illusory river, and rushed towards the "Snow" who was condensing the attack. Mrs Len".
Looking at the attack that was about to take shape in front of him and the ghost strengthened by "Ferryman", the clarity in "Mrs. Sharon"'s eyes dissipated, and a daze gradually occupied her eyes.
In the confusion of her thoughts, the ice-covered spear in front of her shot out with an illusory black flame.
Just as she was about to touch Angelboda's helmet, which seemed to pierce through her head, the great sword in the knight's hand slashed out from the ground.
A pure storm of light completely swept the room on the left side of the balcony.
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The storm of light gradually subsided against the pale and dead fire. "Dawn" sprinkled every corner in front of the knight. The high wall made of spiritual flames divided the entire room into two.
Angelboda's vertical eyes hidden under the eagle-head helmet were solidified with orange-red light. Seeing that there were no bones left in front of him, only a piece of ground emitting purple light remained, and he slightly raised his free left hand.
A spirit that was not consumed in the attack just now slid to the light that flew to the ground, stopped next to the Beyonder characteristic that was contaminated by the "primitive witch", held it into the body with transparent hands, and swirled. , plunged into the illusory dark water waves on the floor, and returned to the "underworld" in the depths of the spiritual world.
Behind the knight, Klein and Dunn, who were still conscious, carefully opened their closed eyes under the reminder of their spiritual intuition, and tentatively looked towards the front covered by "river water".
In Dunn's deep gray eyes, a Cyclops half-giant with a height of nearly three meters, wearing heavy armor and an eagle-headed mask is silently examining his direction. The orange-red vertical eyes are pure and bright, attracting attention. his eyes.
A demigod? Dunn moved slowly in the direction of Klein beside him, and his body that had not stood up straight bowed down again.
In the tranquility of the late night, there was a sudden sound of the metal collision of the armor, and Angelboda moved his neck, and the low voice echoed in the narrow space of the helmet, buzzing:
"Are you believers of 'Dark Night'?"
Dunn, who heard the question from this unidentified demigod, felt a huge pressure for no reason.
"We are the night watchmen of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, and this is my captain." Klein, who was beside Dunn Smith, looked at the captain's strangeness, quickly took the question, and answered clearly in giant language.
When Angelboda heard the sudden, fluent giant language, she felt a little dazed for a while. She used Hermes language just now.
After a brief silence, the demigod who seemed to have come from across the times spoke again with a calm tone.
"I'm sorry I took one of your Sealed Artifacts just now. It is impossible for me to return the Sealed Artifact with my own breath to you. As compensation, I will give you a corresponding characteristic."
Corresponding features? Dunn, who could barely understand the other party's words, frowned imperceptibly.
At Angelboda's suggestion, a strange-looking, jug-shaped spirit jumped out of the illusory "river" at her feet, saluted its owner tremblingly, and flew to Dunn. After shaking it a few times, he spat out a "gem" from the top of his head that made people calm just by looking at it, a characteristic of a "psychic".
There was another sound of metal collision. Angelboda looked at Dunn, who was still in the same place and didn't dare to move, and Klein, who had answered her question just now, and was now hiding his curiosity and observing him secretly. He couldn't help sneering, turned around and walked towards the balcony bathed by the crimson moonlight.
In the tinkling sound of the collision, the demigod who suddenly appeared and rescued the Nighthawks gradually merged into the surrounding environment. Around her, different colors were randomly aggravated, twisted and blurred into one after another. Color blocks, the velvet curtains seem to be woven with blood at this time, as if flowing.
After a period of weirdness, the whole scene returned to its original state, only the half-giant who seemed to have walked out of a historical fairy tale disappeared.
The same ability as Mr. Azik? Klein remembered the strange changes in the surrounding environment when Azik woke up in the small town of Ramd, and couldn't help but guess the identity of the half-body just now.
"Captain, the one just now..."
Still staring at the empty balcony, Dunn, who frowned, shook his head lightly, then hurriedly approached Kernley, who didn't know his life or death in the house, and casually ordered:
"Klein, go downstairs to check if there are any survivors...Kenli give it to me."
"Okay." Klein nodded swiftly, and looked at the collapsed Kernli with some heart palpitations, as well as the **** red and black stumps next to him. The sadness and depression in his heart were separated by two weeks. After that, it reached the top again.
Kernli is also preparing to marry his fiancée this year... Klein was in a low mood, carefully jumped over the floor that had been destroyed by the terrifying storm of light just now, and slowly approached the building leading to the first floor. ladder.
Just now, although Angelboda consciously used the "underworld" river water summoned by his "ferryman" ability to protect the surface of the floor, preventing the attack from spreading, causing the entire house to collapse.
But after the terrifying attack swept through, the floor on the left half of the entire second floor still seemed to have been plowed, with ravines and cracks intertwined, cutting the originally luxurious brown wood floor into pieces.
With the light of his spiritual vision, Klein finally stood on the stairs leading to the first floor of the house. Looking at the stairs that had been partially broken, he couldn't help but have a headache and put his hands on his forehead.
His legs were tensed, his waist quickly retracted, and he crossed the not too wide crack. In order not to roll down directly like a wheel, he could only speed up the alternating speed of his legs, and his posture came down to a funny position. building.
Just as he approached the living room where the servants gathered, he smelled a rancid stench that could not be concealed. Resisting the urge to cover his nose and mouth with his hands, he slowly turned the corner and turned his eyes to the living room.
The gas lamp that was supposed to be on had burst at this time and landed on the carpet mountain below, and the crystal ornaments collapsed, reflecting the crimson moonlight scattered outside the window.
In Klein's field of vision, dozens of bodies were either lying flat or leaning against each other, occupying the very spacious living room.
These bodies, which were still alive ten minutes ago, have turned yellow at this time, the skin and muscles on the body surface have decayed into a pool of mud, and the internal organs inside the skeleton are also festering and black, exuding a pressing stench.
Such disgusting "body" is displayed in different ways, forming a formation that seems to symbolize some evil symbol.
"This is the ritual that Mrs. Sharon will complete without sacrificing herself, a sacrificial ritual?" Klein looked at the deceased all over the place and thought to himself.
After walking around and confirming that there were no survivors, he raised his head to feel the surrounding environment, and returned to the stairs he had just descended, ready to go up to meet the captain.
After a run-up, he jumped over the obstacles on the stairs vigorously, and took a few steps to get to Mrs. Sharon's bedroom.
His leather shoes stepped on the carpet that stretched to the front of the door, and the soft fluff canceled the sound of the soles.
Just when he adjusted his mood and was about to step in and help the captain collect the body for Kernli, his bookish face froze, and his brown pupils expanded uncontrollably.
He saw that the captain was lying beside Keenli, with his head buried in his neck, his nose twitched slightly, as if he was sniffing some delicious food.
Suddenly, Dunn with blood on the corners of his mouth looked at Klein, who was standing at the incomplete door frame. His face, which had already left traces of time, was filled with undisguised excitement, and his deep gray eyes were not like normal.
"Klein, Kernli is still alive."
Still alive... Klein's spirit was lifted, and he immediately threw out the guess that he had subconsciously thought up in his mind just now, and dashed towards the captain and Keenli regardless of the danger. fall.
He limped towards Kernley, touched the inner pocket of his trench coat with one hand, and tried to touch Kernley with the other, feeling his breath.
After a few seconds of silence, he slowly exhaled, looked up at the captain, and asked tentatively:
"Would you like to give Kernli the medicine first?"
Dunn shook his head in denial without hesitation, checked the section of Kernli's left arm that was covered with frost, and immediately said:
"The medicine we usually use is similar to a medical booster, which may have the opposite effect. Now get out of here and I'll drive. You are responsible for paying attention to Kernli's state and sending him directly to the hospital."
Klein's hand stretched out inside the windbreaker twitched, and then he moved it out. There was nothing in his hand.
"Then now, I'm afraid Kernli won't last long."
Dunn looked at Klein's stiff movements and dodging eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a wry smile appeared.
"it is good."
Then the two acted quickly, carefully carrying Kernli down to the second floor one after the other, restraining the impulse in their hearts, quickly walked out of Mrs. Sharon's house and garden, and transported him to the night shift parked farther away. on the carriage.
Dunn didn't delay. He quickly took the seat of the coachman. He didn't care to sort out his tattered clothes. He took off his coat and threw it to Klein who was sitting in the compartment behind him.
"Put it on Kernley."
Without waiting for Klein's response, he raised his arms and raised the reins.
With the blessing of Dunn's skilled driving skills, this unadorned, black-based carriage was not too fast, and the carriage drove smoothly to the nearest hospital.
They avoided obstacles along the way and reached their destination in only about twenty minutes.
Dunn, who was sitting in the driver's seat, quickly turned over and got out of the car, ran to the entrance of the carriage, and joined forces with Klein again to carry Kernli into the hospital where there was no light.
Following the nurse's exclamation, the hurried footsteps of the overtime doctor, and Klein's calm voice explaining his identity, Kernli was successfully sent to the operating room.
Dunn, who had been busy all night, looked at Klein, who had obviously lost his strength beside him, and suggested in a low voice:
"I can guard this place, and you can go home and rest for a while."
Klein kept rubbing his forehead, which was already in pain, feeling the emptiness and tingling of his brain, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"If I go back like this, I'll scare my brothers and sisters. I'll just rest here. If Kernli is in need, I can also help."
Dunn was surrounded by persuasion, but nodded slightly, and then found a place to sit by himself.
Klein looked at the captain with a normal face and no weird behavior. He left silently and sat in the corner of the wall opposite the captain. Once, his right hand stretched out to the inside of the windbreaker, his palm bent, as if he was holding something, leaning against the wall. Putting his head in his knees, he soon fell asleep.
Dunn observed Klein's subtle movements, glanced a few times, and sighed involuntarily, his hands clenched and loosened, his face with a straight nose bridge inevitably showed obvious fatigue, and his back gradually hunched.
"It's great that there are no Extraordinary characteristics, no Extraordinary characteristics."
When he lowered his head and murmured, Klein, who was sleeping against the wall, seemed to relax.
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"Klein, Klein." Klein, who was curled up in the corner, frowned slightly under the harassment of the outside world, opened his eyes in a daze, stared at the obvious dark circles, and looked at the cub who disturbed his sleep kind.
In his blurry vision, Leonard, who is very rare and well-dressed, is shaking himself innocently. Next to him is another colleague of his, who is concerned about Luo who is watching Klein. Yao.
The sun is really poisonous... Klein looked away, opened his mouth and sighed, and then, as if remembering something, his body suddenly became tense, and suddenly asked his colleague:
"How is Kernli?"
Luo Yao, with silky black hair, blinked his big eyes and replied in a calm tone:
"It's out of danger."
Leonard on the side also nodded in agreement:
"His left hand was frozen by Mrs. Sharon's attack, but it stopped the bleeding. The real danger is internal bleeding, which requires a long period of rest."
"It's fine." Klein tried to get up, but UU reading www.uukanshu.com found that his body was curled up and slept all night, and the joints seemed to have been hit by a hammer, swollen and painful everywhere, and almost collapsed to the ground .
He declined Leonard's kindness, propped up his body against the wall, glanced at the hospital hall where no one was there, and said in a puzzled tone:
"What about the captain?"
Pulling his fingers on the collar, Leonard, who looked unnatural, unbuttoned a button and replied casually:
"The captain was also examined by the doctor this morning. His leg was cut and he is now being bandaged."
Luo Yao, who was on the side, spoke quickly and added:
"If it weren't for the fact that you weren't injured, the captain also told us that you were very tired, and we were going to drag you up and let the doctor check it out."
Klein listened to the implicit concern of his teammates, and the solemnity in his heart eased slightly. He recalled all the suspicious things the captain had last night, shook his head, a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth, and said in a calm voice:
"thanks."
Luo Yao, who suddenly received the thanks, was a little embarrassed, and adjusted his posture unnaturally. On the other hand, Leonard, who was beside her, responded with a smile, without any resistance.
When we were at a stalemate with Mrs. Sharon and were about to be in danger, it was the captain who cleared the siege; Kernli was not injured twice because the captain immediately knocked him out of the radiation range of the sealed object; in the end, the captain was just confirming whether Kernli was real or not. death, just normal behavior, just normal behavior...
Klein's tightly pursed mouth suddenly loosened, he breathed a sigh of relief, and shook his head vigorously, as if to empty all the troubles that plagued him.
With an unnatural smile on his face, he asked Leonard in a brisk tone:
"Can I borrow some money? I seem to be hungry."
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