Chapter 85 Another Incident

Forsi, who was lying on the floor of the living room, twitched her eyelashes a few times, opened her eyes slowly, and saw the bright moon hanging high outside the window, like a disc full of crimson light. Bloody.

I didn't die, I didn't lose control... I wasn't dreaming just now... There really was a mysterious and powerful Mister Fool who saved me... Fors turned over and sat up, inspected herself, and found that except for her hair, which had become longer and thicker, the rest There are no other abnormalities in the site.

"But compared to before, my life is completely different... I don't know if it's good or bad..." Silently talking to herself, Forsi sat on the ground with her knees hugged like that, dazed, sometimes hesitant, sometimes Uneasy, sometimes sad, sometimes at a loss.

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Above the gray fog, Klein looked at the chair with the symbol of "the door of layers" behind him, and whispered thoughtfully:

"I don't know what information is contained in that raving..."

"When she has a Sequence 7 or a Sequence 6, she should be able to resist the negative effects and hear the ravings clearly."

"If she hasn't mastered the 'acting method' yet, let Miss Justice teach me. I have sworn to the goddess with sacred objects, and I can't say similar things in front of people who don't understand the 'acting method' .”

"...When I advance to Sequence 5 and become a 'Secret Puppet Master', maybe I can use the corresponding rituals and the special features of this mysterious space to manipulate her remotely, directly see the scenes she sees, and hear the voices she hears."

"That way we can confirm if it's Mister 'Gate'..."

"This is a gentleman who has witnessed the history of the Fourth Epoch. He is probably older than Mr. Azik who has lived life after life."

"I don't know what sequence his strength and level are equivalent to, 2? Or even 1?"

After thinking about it for a while, he felt spiritual instability, and hurriedly fell into the gray mist and returned to the real world.

This is a normal phenomenon not long after he was promoted, so Klein gave up his plan to go out and patiently meditated at home to curb his loose spirituality.

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In the early morning, Fors took the earliest steam subway and returned to St. George's district, then took a public carriage, and arrived at the two-bedroom room where she and Xio are currently living.

Just opened the door and entered,

She was stunned to find that Hugh, who usually slept late, was toasting bread.

"There was a sudden blood moon last night, which made me sleep a little bit. I woke up very early. Forsi, are you okay? Has that strange raving got stronger?" Xio raised his head and asked with concern. asked a question.

Forsi's vision suddenly blurred, she turned her head to look to the side, squeezed out a smile, and said in the usual tone of hitting the other party:

"What about your brain? Didn't I tell you? During the blood moon, the ravings will definitely become stronger!"

"But it doesn't have any effect on me, well, it doesn't have any effect, look at me, how energetic I am now!"

"Hey, bake me a piece of bread too!"

"Don't you not like this way of eating?" Xio straightened his short blond hair and muttered in a low voice.

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Klein, who completed the preliminary revenge and got a promotion, slept until dawn, and went out leisurely to buy a Fenbo pasta for breakfast, paired it with a Dixie pie, and took a cup of sweet iced tea.

Satisfied with the perfect meal, he put down the knife and fork, picked up the newspaper, and began to read in a very relaxed mood.

At a glance, he found that the front page of the "Tasok News" read:

"On the night of the blood moon, the murderer reappears!"

here we go again? Klein quickly flipped through the front pages of other newspapers, and saw many similar headlines:

"The real 11th incident! The police are helpless!"

"The cold-blooded murderer provoked the police again!"

"The atmosphere of panic is permeating Backlund!"

This... the Nighthawks and Punishers must be a headache, right? Klein sighed sincerely in his heart.

To be honest, he had the urge to catch the murderer.

When he was on Earth, he was incompetent, and he would often fantasize about upholding justice and punishing evil. Now, as a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, Klein felt sorry for not being a superhero.

Hey, it's a pity that this case has already received a lot of attention. If I get involved again, isn't it just waiting to reveal my identity? You still have to be rational... Moreover, according to "Sun", the murderer is probably at the stage of Sequence 6 rising to Sequence 5. Although I won't be afraid of him after obtaining so many spells and spell-like abilities, I may not be afraid of him. If he can be caught, the risk is higher... After thinking about it, Klein chose to follow the strongest thought in his heart and be an ordinary citizen.

He believes that with the strength of several major churches, if the murderer continues to commit crimes, the possibility of being caught is not small!

After flipping through the relevant news, Klein glanced at the "Becklund Morning Post" again, and found that there was an advertisement for Ernst Firm's purchase of goods on the fifth page again.

"There will be a party at eight o'clock tomorrow night. It just so happens that I can sell the medullary crystals of the Spirit Spring to the pharmacist..." Klein muttered, memorizing the first four numbers of all the quotations.

Half an hour later, he finished reading the thick stack of newspapers in front of him, and seriously thought about his future plans:

"The long-term plan is to be promoted to the High Sequence, become a strong demigod and demihuman, and plot revenge against Ince Zangwill."

"The medium-term plan is to find a way to play the role of a 'magician', gradually sum up the corresponding rules, and digest the potion little by little. In this process, collect the human-skinned shadow characteristics needed by the 'faceless man', deep sea naga hair , the abnormal pituitary gland and blood in the hunter's brain, and how to remove the evil spirit pollution in the item."

"Hmm... Extraordinary materials at the 6th level of Sequence, each of which is around 1,500 pounds, really expensive!"

"In addition, to obtain a magical item that focuses on attack or control, although the 'magician' is very strong, but the extraordinary ability is more focused on life-saving, escape, and adapting to the environment. The strongest attack is equivalent to a specially-made revolver. It's just that surprise is the key to victory, and there is also a lack of means to control the enemy."

"Short-term plan, short-term plan... Heh, I have to cut paper and cut 'people' to prepare for the display of my ability, and go to the circus in the afternoon, not only for relaxation and entertainment, but also to find out by watching ordinary magician performances. The inspiration for acting, well, I read in the newspaper that Backlund has several regular circuses..."

After clearing his mind, Klein immediately packed the dinner plates, washed the knives and forks, and got into the busy preparation work.

Near noon, he put down the scissors, looked at the three rough paper figurines in front of him, sighed, and muttered in a low voice:

"This is probably the first time in my life that I have done manual work so seriously..."

"Fortunately, it's just a paper-cut man, not window grilles or embroidery. A human figure is enough!"

"Hey, if my hands hadn't become dexterous, I'm afraid I would have failed today..."

——Klein has tried the ability with the extra paper doll just now, and confirmed that it is correct.

After folding the paper figurines and hiding them in a stack of notes, Klein put them away and put them in his pocket.

Just when he was about to go out to enjoy delicious food in a better restaurant, and then went to the nearest circus to watch a performance, the doorbell was suddenly rang, and the sound of jingle jingle echoed pleasantly.

"Consignment? The advertisement I published should be discontinued soon..." Klein, wearing a shirt with a straight neckline and a thin and warm sweater, came to the door and held the handle.

At the same time, the image of the visitor naturally appeared in his mind:

It was a man who was nearly forty years old, his body was quite obese, and it seemed quite strenuous to stand there.

His eyes were squeezed very small by the flesh on his face, his skin was rough but fair, he was holding a gentleman's cane in his hand, and he was wearing a very tall, very large top hat on his head.

Although Backlund in October was already considered cold, sweat was obviously sliding down this man's forehead.

Beside him were two attendants in bright red coats, supporting him from left to right.

I don't know... Klein muttered, and opened the door when his own inspiration didn't respond.

"Good afternoon, the weather is really hot." The obese middle-aged man took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

While he was speaking, a gust of cold wind blew past, making the two waiters beside him tremble a few times.

"Good afternoon, what can I do?" Klein asked politely.

"Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty? I have something I want to entrust." The middle-aged man forced a smile, "I forgot to introduce myself. I am Logo Carloman, a jeweler."

"Please come in." Klein smiled and moved out of the way.

Logo Carloman entered with heavy steps, and sat down on the sofa, making the old furniture groan in resistance.

"What exactly is it?" Klein took out a copper penny and skillfully rolled and twirled it at his fingertips.

Logo sighed and said:

"I want you to protect my boy until tomorrow afternoon, he's messing with some crazy people."

"Until tomorrow afternoon? Have you found a solution? Why didn't you call the police?" Klein asked neither too fast nor too slow.

Logo was silent for two seconds and said:

"Yatru met a few bad friends and was led by them to do some bad things. Well, it's not too serious, but the kind that will go to jail. It's not that there is no other way. I don't want to call the police. "

"He had a falling out with those bad friends recently, and his whole body suddenly collapsed, and he kept yelling that those people were coming to kill him."

"I was very worried, so I asked a security company to hire six senior security personnel to guard the perimeter, and then hired four private detectives to take turns following Yatru, even while sleeping."

"But one of the detectives suddenly had an accident at home, and he would not be able to return until tomorrow afternoon, so I had to hire another one temporarily."

"Sorry, I can only hire you for one day."

"Well... the reward is 10 pounds. If I encounter danger, I will add more. It will definitely satisfy you."

That's it... 10 pounds a day is equivalent to more than a week's salary of Mr. Summer next door... Klein preliminarily confirmed from the other party's emotional color that he was not lying.

During the brief silence in the living room, the copper penny that was constantly flipping between his fingers jumped up suddenly, and landed in his palm again with a clang.

Klein glanced at it, bent his fingers, and said with a slight smile:

"make a deal."