Chapter 124 Finishing Work

Klein, who was hiding in the shadow of the house tens of meters away, kept looking at the target building in the darkness. He vaguely heard a violent gust of wind, and could clearly distinguish the gunshots.

"If the enemy is fleeing towards me, should I draw my gun as a show, or pretend I didn't see it?" He trembled slightly, thinking with sweat dripping from his palms.

It is absolutely impossible for a Beyonder who can use various means to shorten the life of a dying person to only have Sequence 9 or Sequence 8. He is not a Seer who can confront him head-on. Even if he sacrifices himself, he may not be able to delay the opponent. For Dunn and Renner De they create opportunities to catch up.

Fortunately, the Evernight Goddess who is in charge of misfortune seems to have heard the prayers of her "faithful" guards, and no one has ever fled towards Klein's hiding place.

After a few minutes, he heard singing coming from the target building.

Turning his ear and distinguishing carefully, Klein confirmed that it was a folk tune that Leonard Mitchell often hums, and it was full of vulgar sentences.

Phew, he breathed a sigh of relief, with a gun in one hand and a stick in the other, he walked out of the shadows and moved closer to the target building.

This folk song is exactly the rendezvous signal he agreed with Dunn and others!

Just after taking two steps, Klein suddenly stopped, leaning his cane against the iron fence next to him, and switched his left hand to the other.

Then, he untied the silver chain in his cuff and let the citrine pendant fall naturally.

After exchanging the positions of the revolver and the pendulum, Klein waited until the citrine shook steadily, then immediately closed his eyes half-closed, entered a state of meditation, and silently recited the divination sentence:

"The singing just now was an illusion."

"The singing just now was an illusion."

...

After seven times, he opened his eyes and saw the pendant turning counterclockwise.

"It's not an illusion..." Klein put his heart back into its original position, put his pendulum in place, put on his cane, and quickly approached the arched iron gate of the target building, then handed the silver-encrusted black cane to his right palm, To be held together with the revolver.

He just reached out to touch the railing and tried to push it away, when he suddenly felt a bone-piercing coolness, like an ice cube stuffed up his neck without any mental preparation.

hiss! Klein withdrew his hands abruptly and grinned.

"It's like winter here..." He looked at the garden behind the iron fence gate under the faint starlight and the distant street lights, and saw that the branches were withered, the flowers were withered, and many leaves were stained with hoarfrost and fell on the dark brown soil. above.

Amazing! Klein secretly sighed, tapped his eyebrows twice, and activated his spiritual vision.

With his left hand, he took back the black wooden staff inlaid with silver, used it against the fence, and pushed open the concealed door with all his might.

In the creaking sound, he passed sideways and stepped on the stone road leading directly to the small gray-blue building. On both sides were plants that looked faintly like ghosts in the dark night.

Such a scene reminded Klein of all kinds of ghost stories and supernatural movies.

He subconsciously slowed down his breathing and quickened his pace, but just after walking a few meters, someone slapped his left shoulder suddenly.

Plop! Plop! Klein's heart froze first, then beat violently.

He raised his right hand and aimed in that direction with the revolver, then turned slowly and looked over.

In the faint light, he saw a branch shaking and almost falling.

"Is this telling me to scare myself?" Klein twitched the corner of his mouth, swung his cane, and knocked down the branch.

He continued to move forward, and faint cries and moans began to appear in his ears, and transparent, fuzzy, and almost invisible "shadows" were reflected in his eyes.

Feeling the breath of living people and the warmth of flesh and blood, these shadows rushed over one after another.

Klein was startled, and immediately ran, stomping and rushing into the main entrance of the gray-blue house.

Is this what the captain said about feeling the atmosphere? It is indeed much scarier than the time when I helped Sir Deville... Resentment is obviously more dull than "Shadow",

No aggressiveness... As he thought about it, he walked towards the altar in the center of the living room. It was a round table filled with rough puppets, and there were three extinguished candles.

Dunn Smith was standing in front of the altar, with his back to Klein, picking up puppets one by one to watch.

"Corpse Collector" Frye watched the floating "shadows" quietly, trying to reach out to comfort them, but he could only pass through feebly, and the "shadows" didn't attack him, as if they regarded him as their own kind .

Seeing Klein arrive, Leonard Mitchell changed his tone, and his voice became low and magnetic:

"It's a quiet morning,"

"Just for that quieter pathos."

"Only heard through the withered autumn leaves"

"The sound of chestnuts falling gently to the ground." (Note 1)

...

In the slow and gentle singing of poetry, Klein seemed to see a lake reflecting the moonlight, and saw the red moon quietly hanging high in the sky.

Those "shadows" calmed down, no longer chasing the breath of living people and the warmth of flesh and blood.

Dunn put down the puppet in his hand, turned around, and said to Klein:

"It was a horribly cursed ritual, luckily we have broken it."

"You arrange the ritual first, appease the remaining spirituality, and then try to channel spirits to see if you can get clues from them."

Klein, who realized that he was no longer a burden, immediately raised his chest and said:

"Yes, Captain."

He reached the altar in two or three steps, reached out and swept the puppets out of the round table.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that each puppet had a different name and corresponding information.

"Captain, did you find anyone you know?" Klein asked casually.

After asking, he looked at Dunn, and Dunn looked at him again, and both sides fell into silence.

I'm so stupid... how could I ask the captain's memory test question! Klein almost covered his face and sighed.

If I were another leader, I would definitely find an opportunity to wear small shoes for me in the future. Fortunately, fortunately, the captain will forget about this matter... I really don't know if this is an advantage or a disadvantage... He is half grateful and half joking thinking.

After more than ten seconds of silence, Dunn seemed to finally distinguish reality from dreams, and said:

"There's someone you know."

"Who?" Klein stopped the movement of rearranging the candles.

"Joyce Meyer, a survivor of the 'Clover tragedy'." Dunn replied succinctly.

Joyce Meyer? Anna's fiancé... Klein suddenly thought of the matter that Sols in the workhouse seemed to be instigated and induced by others, so he broke out in advance and tried to set fire.

He withdrew his right hand and said in a deep voice:

"'Instigator' Tris?"

"He used the shortened life of the dying person as a sacrifice, trying to curse all the survivors of the 'Clover tragedy'? Because he didn't know who discovered the problem and reported it to the police..."

And if Tris retaliates directly, it is unlikely that he can kill all the targets scattered in different places at once. At most, after two or three cases, he will be noticed by the Nighthawks, Punisher, and Mechanical Heart. The chance to continue committing crimes... Klein almost imagined why the other party chose to do so.

Dunn nodded first, then shook his head and said:

"Not all survivors, but all survivors in Tingen City. His curse ritual can only affect people within this range."

"Also, the host of the ceremony is a woman, not Tris."

Klein frowned slightly and said:

"Maybe it's the strong man sent by the Gnosis Society to help Tris?"

"Well, the source of the Gnosis Society may involve the Witch Sect. It's normal for the strong to be women."

Dunn smiled and said in a mellow voice: "I agree with your judgment. Although there is only that woman here and no Tris, you can make necessary guesses. For example, they don't live together. For example, Tris is going out. Seek out the dying."

Klein didn't say any more. He placed three candles, took out materials such as full moon essential oil and deep red sandalwood, and quickly set up the altar.

Using a silver dagger to create a sealed wall, he began to pray to the "Goddess of the Evernight, Lord of Sleep and Silence", completely pacifying the "ghosts" inside and outside the house.

Unfortunately, in the follow-up psychic session, Klein only saw a small number of images of the remaining spirituality before he was alive, and did not get any useful clues.

After letting these "ghosts" truly sleep peacefully in the night, he ended the ceremony, lifted the spiritual wall, and shook his head to Dunn, Leonard, and Frye and said:

"The backlash that was interrupted by the ritual was severely damaged here, and the remaining image of the master was lost."

Dunn pointed to the stairs not unexpectedly:

"Then let's go to the second floor and look for it again, give it a try."

"Yes." Klein, Leonard and the others immediately agreed.

The three night watchmen followed the stairs all the way to the second floor, and searched each room separately.

In the end, they met in a bedroom with a faint fragrance floating, and saw the messy pile of dresses, and saw open and unclosed boxes one after another.

"Is this cosmetic?" Dunn picked up a box from the dressing table and sniffed it, then asked casually

"To be precise, they are called skin care products. Since Emperor Roselle, they are no longer called mixedly." Leonard corrected with a smile, "Captain, as a gentleman, you still need to understand the necessary common sense. "

Klein didn't join their discussion, and turned his gaze to the mirror on the dressing table.

The mirror was visibly cracked, with pieces falling onto the carpet.

"That Extraordinary was in a bit of a hurry, and the damage wasn't thorough enough..." He suddenly said in a deep voice, "Maybe we can give it a try."

"I leave it to you." Dunn replied trustingly.

Klein quickly brought the candle up from the first floor, and lit it in front of the broken mirror.

In the dim candlelight flickering, he took out the full moon essential oil and other items to create a spiritual wall.

After finishing all this, Klein stood in front of the mirror reflecting the glow of the three candles, and recited in Hermes language:

"I pray to the strength of the night;"

"I pray to the hidden power;"

"I pray for the favor of the goddess;"

"Pray that this mirror is temporarily restored, that it reflects all the people it has reflected in the past month."

...

As the mantra was read out, a strong whirlwind suddenly blew up in the wall of spirituality.

The fragments of the mirror were rolled up and placed one by one in their original positions.

A gloomy brilliance floated from the cracked mirror, and as Klein stroked it with his hand, a figure was reflected immediately, but it wasn't Klein directly in front of it.

This is a young girl with a round face, gentle and sweet, maybe because the mirror has been damaged, or maybe because the backlash from the interruption of the ceremony also affected the second floor, her facial features are blurred, and she can't see the specific appearance.

But even so, Klein still felt that the other party was inexplicably familiar.

Note 1: Quoted from Tennyson, "It's a Tranquil Morning", Fei Bai, translated.