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Backlund Bridge area, in an apartment.
Except for the thoughts that "Aman" still belongs to him, he can no longer control the rest. The hazy sleepiness is coming from all directions bit by bit, trying to drag away the last of his spirit.
Of course...it's a joke.
The ability of "Nightmare", as well as psychological suggestion and illusion... Ms. "Aman" looked at the two uninvited guests sitting at the dining table with interest, blinked, and smoothly integrated into the dream created by Klein.
He remained awake in the dream and did not try to confuse the caster's perception. He only used the simplest acting skills to show the dull behavior that ordinary people should have after being dragged into a dream.
"Good evening, Ms. Stone."
At the dining table, Klein was leaning back in his chair with his fingers crossed and his tone calm and natural.
He pointed to another vacant seat opposite the dining table and said:
"Please sit down, I have a few questions to ask you."
As confused as if he was sleepwalking, "Aman" nodded slightly with a smile, and unceremoniously pulled the chair pointed out to him by Klein and sat down. His legs were crossed, and his right hand habitually touched the corner of his eye. Tear nevus.
He looked at Klein up and down, from head to toe.
"you are?"
"I am the magician you met by chance today."
Although Klein was confused about the behavior of the lady in front of him in her dream, he felt much relieved after thinking about the way the "Mechanical Heart" member fled in a panic after being teased.
The targets selected by the "Devil" dogs are all women who have been forced to fall into corruption and then regained a new life. Having experienced such a past, it is not incomprehensible to have a more open personality.
Seeing that "Aman" still remembered him, Klein breathed a sigh of relief and continued seriously:
"I'm sorry about what happened this afternoon. I couldn't keep the villain who disturbed you."
"Don't worry, the officers have accepted my case and they said they will protect me."
"Aman" answered smoothly, as if he was sleeping.
His eyes glanced back and forth between Klein and Sharon, and his smile grew stronger.
"Then do you remember how the police said they were going to protect you?"
"What are they going to do with that murderer?"
"Should I arrest you, or can I just ensure your safety for the time being?"
Klein asked several questions in succession. "Aman" was not nervous at all and answered one by one with a smile:
"The officers said I no longer had to worry about the Ripper threatening my life and just suggested I go to church once a day."
"They reported my name, and the church priest and the police patrolling these neighborhoods will be keeping an eye on my safety recently."
"As for the murderer..." "Aman" leaned forward slightly, looked into Klein's eyes, and continued to smile, "The police officers told me to be careful on Iron Cross Avenue and St. George Street in the next two days. They received a call The police reported that these two neighborhoods are likely to be the murderer's next target."
Iron Cross Avenue and St. George's Street?
Backlund Bridge is close to two streets in the East District. Where will the target of the "Devil" dog's next attack live nearby?
The "Machine Heart" has actually determined the whereabouts of the "Devil". It should be said that it is the Orthodox Church. With the support of the archbishop who is a demigod, he is thoroughly investigating the whereabouts of an elusive person in an area with legal missionary rights. It only took a few hours to determine the specific whereabouts of the Zhongsequence.
Klein couldn't help but sigh when he thought about how little he had gained after following him for several days.
He subconsciously decided that there was nothing wrong with what "Aman" said.
After all, this was in a dream. In the afternoon, he was sure that "Aman Stone" was just an ordinary person, just like the many ordinary people that Captain Rumeng had asked during his investigation in the past. In addition to following the guidance of spirituality to answer questions, , they have no second choice.
Without thinking much, Klein stood up and bowed to the innocent lady in front of him.
"I'm sorry to bother you, and I wish you sweet dreams."
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On the roof of the apartment, with a thick darkness on his left hand, Klein opened his eyes and said to Sharon, who was floating in the air next to him:
"The 'Machine Heart' has determined the whereabouts of the 'demon'."
"The next target of the 'Devil' is suspected to be near Iron Cross Avenue and St. George Street. Let's go take a look?"
Sharon thought for a while and said briefly:
"Maybe we'll meet 'Machine Heart'."
Will you encounter the "Mechanical Heart"?
It seems to be the case. After divining the whereabouts of the "Devil", it is possible that the "Machine Heart" will stay in advance and wait for the "Devil" to fall into the trap...
Moreover, the "Mechanical Heart" definitely knows how to deal with the "Devil" better than he does. Maybe he has prepared a trap for the "Devil's" malicious perception, and maybe he has mobilized a sealed object that can block the environment and create a barrier...
Klein thought carefully for a moment and looked at his right hand.
The "Machine Heart" side must not know that Gostars is already lurking somewhere in Backlund, and the black canine "demon" committing murder outside is just a cover.
It seems possible to share the news with the "Heart of Machinery" and write a letter directly under the door of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery using the same reporting method as before, but paradoxically, Klein does not intend to do this.
Not to mention that Gostars is the task given to him by Zaratul. If he rashly disrupts the operations of Trunsoest Intelligence Department again, it will most likely be like what Zaratul said last time. Even He could not suppress the dissatisfaction with him within the Trunsoest Second Empire.
After many thoughts, Klein finally made up his mind. UU read www.uukanshu.net
The flesh and blood in the center of his right palm surged, separated into countless tiny granules and faded around, revealing a black iron-colored badge hidden in his flesh and blood.
"Didi."
"Mr. A, are you there?"
…
In the dim corridor, Mr. A, who was walking quickly, suddenly stopped.
Because he was in the branch's underground base, he did not put on his hood as usual, and his face, as soft as a woman's, was exposed to the air.
Blood-red eyes and frowning eyebrows were frowned at the same time. Mr. A's right hand hanging down by his body was violently grasped and one of his fingers was broken off.
He threw his finger on the ground, and a circle of blood spread out, forming concrete words.
Mr. A, who was finishing the task and preparing to submit the report, was not interested in seeing a certain favored person saying hello jokingly. His eyes jumped and looked directly at the text at the back.
"'Machine Heart'...are they targeting Gostars?"
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"The aura of Source Castle is very strong, but its status is very low..."
The "God of Mischief" who successfully completed the deception turned his wrist, wondering what he was thinking.
In the second bedroom below the apartment, "Arman Stone" took off his coat and put on a bathrobe. He slumped down and fell into the sofa. He leaned on the cushions of the sofa and stared at the ceiling, muttering to himself:
"Another person from before the First Age like Russell?"
"It is the 'God of Mysteries' who chooses the favored ones for Himself..."
"Or a divine vessel?"
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"'Machine Heart,' they noticed Gorstars."
Mr. A stared blankly at the warning sent to him by Klein in the blood characters, and stood stunned in the corridor for a while.
He first tilted his head slightly, then took a step back, and finally rubbed his chin with his right palm with a broken finger, feeling deeply confused.
"Mechanical Heart" noticed Gostars, how could he not know?
Mr. A nodded in thought, controlled the blood exploded by the severed finger on the ground to re-coagulate into a blood clot, and leaned over to pick it up.
While he was thinking, he walked into the shadow in the corner of the corridor and swallowed the blood clot in his hand into his mouth as if he was just doing a very ordinary thing.
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In the underground library of St. Hilary's Cathedral.
The lantern with its warm light walked slowly among the bookshelves. The half body of the old man walking in the deep shadow blended with the darkness behind him. The half body was shrouded in the dim light. Only a pair of emerald green eyes showed the brilliance of wisdom.
He carefully searched through the ancient or luxurious books on the bookshelf, and from time to time he would lift the lantern upward to better examine the corners of the bookshelf that were easily overlooked and forgotten.
"Roselle: On the Use of Steam", "Saint Hirland: Revelations of Gears", "Anonymous: Detonation Theory", "Roselle: Mechanics of Asteroids"...
The old fingers ran across the spines of these books that played an important role in modern mechanical engineering science, and finally stopped on the anonymous book in the middle.
Just when the old man was about to take down the collection of books with ancient Fusak writing on them, he suddenly stopped.
"Um?"
The old man took a half-step back hesitantly and raised the lantern to the same height as his chest. After much hesitation, he still did not dare to do anything more outrageous under the church named after the angel, the god of steam and machinery.
He walked back quickly, all the way back to the ground. He found an excuse to excuse the colleague who was responsible for patrolling the underground with him tonight, and took a detour out of the church in the name of visiting the bathroom.
The red moon hung high in the foggy night. The old man looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, then he carefully covered his mouth with his palm and spit out a mouthful of bright red and rich blood that did not match his apparent age.
The blood quickly reorganized and flowed down the old man's palm, forming a line of beautiful and compact handwriting on the ground.
"The complete files of the Ripper's murders."
These writings only stayed on the ground for a few seconds before they evaporated into pure breath and blended into the shadows, leaving no trace.
The files on the Ripper's murders... Why did Mr. A ask "Machine Heart" for the files?
The old man froze on the spot, having the same reaction as Mr. A a few minutes ago, and fell into deep doubts.
"Mechanical Heart" has never even seen the face of the "devil". What useful information can it have that is worth being targeted by Mr. A?
…
"The 'Machine Heart' doesn't know that Gostars has lurked into Backlund. They are still trying to divine the owner of the 'Devil' dog."
The bloody words spilled from the black badge disappeared. Klein looked at his palm and frowned slowly.
Logically speaking, he should not question Mr. A's professionalism and work ability, but in terms of intelligence work, is Mr. A negligent because he has too many things to do?
This information is too far behind!
The "Machine Heart" clearly planted a hint for Arman Stone, asking her to avoid Iron Cross Avenue and St. George Street where the "Devil" might appear next time, and there was a high probability that she would use her demigod-level abilities to deal with the "Devil" How could it be possible that the owner behind the "devil" dog has not been determined after a reverse divination?
Klein crossed his fingers and leaned on the sofa, tapping the back of his hands alternately.
"Unless...Aman Stone is also an extraordinary person. She is deliberately inducing us?"
On the high stool, the "resentful soul" who was not as refined as a real person responded indifferently:
"There's nothing wrong with her."
Sharon looked at Klein, whose brows were furrowed, and paused for a moment.
"I noticed nothing unusual."
Indeed, I didn't feel any resistance when I pulled Aman Stone into a dream. Just like when I tried to pull other ordinary people who had not been exposed to extraordinary people into dreams before, even Aman Stone was not a spiritually powerful one. , in the dream you can only follow my guidance and answer, even if it involves important information, you cannot resist me.
Aman Stone has no problem, and the "Machine Heart" side is still in the stage of just scratching the tail of the "devil", so who will tell Aman Stone about Iron Cross Avenue and St. George Street?
Is it just a personal reminder from a member of "Heart of Machinery", or...
"'Devil'... has the ability to influence people's minds and construct false memories?" Klein looked at Sharon expectantly.
"'Desire Apostles'." Sharon said, "They can manipulate people's desires and indirectly affect the spiritual realm."
The fifth sequence of "Devil", "Apostle of Desire"?
But just the desire to manipulate people should not be able to make Aman Stone treat those two place names as real memories and tell me fluently... Klein thought for a while and continued to ask:
"After the 'Demons' gain the ability to become 'Demons' in Sequence Six, they will each focus on developing in different directions."
"Are these different directions limited to the authority covered by the 'Devil' pathway sequence zero, or can they even extend to characteristics that are not originally part of the 'Devil' pathway?"
Sharon's short answer:
"the latter."
She gave Klein an example.
"The Zaratul family has a tradition of raising demigod creatures."
"Sequence 4 of the 'Soothsayer' path, 'Obvious Mage'."
"Its promotion ceremony requires directing and performing a play with the goal of killing demigods. 'Angel with a Lamp' once invited me as an audience to witness a complete ceremony."
Sharon glanced at Klein, who was listening carefully, and seemed to suddenly think of something. She paused for several seconds before continuing:
"...That demigod creature is a 'devil'."
"A high-ranking demon that can spread disease."
Spreading diseases is already the ability of the "witch"... Klein mentally summarized the huge amount of information contained in Sharon's few words just now.
Each "devil" specializes in different fields and will be distinguished by their own characteristics. They can even evolve abilities outside of this path. For example, Miss Hunter mentioned that "devils" with "witch" abilities are, for example, being He and Jerry Zaratul teamed up to kill the "demon" who could skillfully manipulate brimstone. Both of them were different from the traditional stereotypes of the "demon" written in the church's materials.
And the "Cunning Mage"... The ritual of being promoted to a demigod through the "Soothsayer" path is actually to kill a demigod? Klein could hardly believe it.
The reason why demigods are called demigods is because they have initially mastered divinity and have begun to differ from ordinary lives at the level of life.
It can be said that every demigod and half-human existence is invincible to extraordinary people who have not mastered the power of divinity.
Even Deacon Crestel Sesima, who holds sacred objects in the church and is known as the "Sword of the Goddess" and the "Red Gloves", relies on the power of the holy sword to compete with ordinary demigods.
The child in Megoose's belly was a son of God in a sense of the true Creator... At that time, it was just an embryo that had not yet formed, with incomplete authority and power, so it relied on the power of divinity to injure us all.
If the captain hadn't used the ashes left by Saint Selina in the end... Klein still couldn't imagine how the promotion ceremony of "Cunning Mage" would be completed.
For no reason, he remembered a picture he had seen online in the past.
"If I want to be promoted to demigod, I must kill another demigod."
"Then you do it!"
"But I can't kill the demigod without gaining divine power."
"Then you should find a way to obtain divinity!"
"But if I want to gain divinity, I must first be promoted to a demigod."
"Then you become a demigod!"
"But if I want to become a demigod, I must kill another demigod to complete the ritual."
"Kill him!"
"But I don't have divine power!"
…
I don't know if such a ritual can rely on external forces, such as sealed objects or the like... Klein, who had urgently withdrawn his increasingly distracted thoughts, coughed dryly, hiding the embarrassment of being distracted.
Thinking that the Zaratul family had a tradition of raising demigod creatures, Klein guessed that using external force was allowed by the ritual.
"In other words, Arman Stone's memory has been tampered with?"
"Gostars, are you trying to lure us to those two streets?"
Sharon disagreed with Klein's guess and shook her head.
"It doesn't seem like his habit."
"It could be someone else."
By others, you mean other "devils", such as the owner of a "devil" dog?
While thinking about it, Klein took off the "yellow-black eye" tied to his wrist, and with the help of the connection between the pendulum and the gray mist, he performed a divination in front of Sharon.
"There is danger, but it is small and within a controllable range."
He glanced at Sharon and smiled.
"The danger is not great."
With that said, Klein got up from the single sofa and extended an invitation to the "Wraith Spirit" on the high stool.
"Want to take a look?"
"We can pray to the 'Angel with Lamps' for protection in advance."
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Backlund Bridge area, St. George Street.
The blonde-haired, blue-eyed veteran moves through nearby dreams.
As a spirit body, he knocked on the doors that symbolized the dreams of the residents on St. George Street. His cold golden vertical pupils kept scanning, as if looking for a certain target.
Finally, he stopped in front of a large door.
This time he did not enter the gate, and the spiritual figure gradually took on a physical form.
Behind the door, I thought the gray-haired old lady was sitting at the dining table. The room was covered with thick carpets and warmed by the stove. She was sitting around with her children and grandchildren, enjoying the food, talking and laughing, and was very happy.
Outside the room, the darkness was deep, and the strong wind made the glass rattle, brewing the terrifying feeling before disaster struck.
As an experienced soldier and a "dream walker" who had digested the magic potion early, Aigron could clearly feel the fear and worry that the dream owner could not forget even in his dream.
It's just that he has no time to guess what kind of misfortune has happened to the owner of the dream behind the door - the old lady.
He was more concerned about a carriage speeding past on the empty street at night.
The carriage ran out from the end of the field of vision, like a wild beast chasing its prey in the deserted night, and was about to drive past the house where he temporarily stopped.
Aiglon gradually tightened his body, the muscles in his legs bulged, and the hard and thick iron-black phantom almost covered his whole body, and his sharp eyes like pine needles narrowed into slits.
The carriage that was originally only the size of a black dot in his field of vision expanded to normal size. At the moment when the carriage was closest to him, Aigron's long-charged legs finally exploded.
The crouching veteran, visible on the protrusion of the parapet only a hand wide on the outside of the house, pounced on the carriage like a cheetah.
His hands, which were completely covered by Huan Lin, were as sharp as knives. He suddenly grabbed forward and knocked hard into the carriage shell.
There was a muffled sound, and the speeding carriage shook violently, and the breath of the dragon frightened the horses.
On the side of Aigron's head, the cold vertical pupils briefly brushed against the horse's cloudy eyes, then bulged instantly.
"Psychiatrist", "Frenzy"!
He threw a dagger and cut the rope connecting the horse and the carriage. Immediately, he grabbed the carriage with his strong hands and shook it violently. He lowered his body and almost completely pressed against the carriage shell. With brute force, he added up to six or seven of them. The large and small carriages were pressed to the ground.
The horses neighed, and several men in the carriage screamed and cursed in panic.
Aigron seemed not to hear these noises at all. He just looked coldly at the cracks on the carriage that he had scratched. He knocked firmly on the wooden board with his left hand and pulled it quickly with his right hand, tearing it open in an instant. A big hole.
He looked at several men wearing jackets and peaked caps in the completely exposed carriage, and quickly took the lead in grabbing a revolver aimed at his head.
boom! boom! boom!
The gangsters, completely unaware of the situation, watched in horror as this man with iron-black scales all over his body suddenly appeared and suddenly attacked them, with only one thought left in his mind.
shot!
kill him!
They pulled the trigger helplessly, UU Reading www.uukｎshu． NET's black hole shot out sparks from the muzzle of the gun, and the sharp bullets shot at Aiglon, but they seemed to be driven into stones, making a muffled sound.
There was a flash of fire caused by the friction between metal and solid stone. The gangsters looked at the man who was still standing on the dump car, with no trace of blood left on his body, and the last bit of courage to resist was wiped out.
The cold golden vertical pupils reflected their distorted faces. Its owner frowned slightly and glanced at the gangster. At this time, the source of the smell of urine in the air glanced at the several men mixed in, one big and one small. The thin woman breathed a sigh of relief very slowly.
boom!
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"Forget about today."
"go home."
In an alley on St. George Street, Aigron used his body to block several gangsters who were collapsed on the ground, gently caressed the black bruise on the little girl's face, and then planted his seed on the older girl in her early twenties beside him. gave a hint.
He watched the two people's retreating figures until they completely merged into the darkness, and their cowardly walking at the beginning turned into running wildly, and then he blinked.
With furrowed brows still on his face, Aigron kicked the half-dead man on the ground, reached for another dagger at his waist, and looked behind him with vigilance.
His fingers on the handle of the knife relaxed and then clenched, but he still said with a strong sense of hostility:
"Sherlock Moriarty?"
"Are you following me?"
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"Sherlock Moriarty?"
"Are you following me?"
Klein looked at the man in front of him who was wrapped in a phantom, and sighed very slowly.
It was an accident... He simply jumped out as if in a stress reaction when he saw a scaly humanoid creature suddenly jump out of the dark night and attack a passing carriage.
He first glanced at the several gangsters lying unconscious behind the workhouse administrator Aigron, and then shifted his gaze and returned to Aigron himself.
"This is a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding?" Aigron looked unkind, and tightened his fingers on the dagger at his waist.
"Yes." Klein nodded, "I remember you introduced me as a detective."
"I have been investigating a case these two days. You must have heard of the Rippers who are active in the East District and near Backlund Bridge, right?"
Investigating the Ripper who preyed on women?
The cold vertical pupils relaxed a little. Aigron looked up and down at Klein's expression and actions, carefully scanning every subtle expression between his eyebrows, eyes and facial muscles, and finally relaxed his hand on the dagger a little more. .
As a professional soldier who has served on the frontal battlefield, his strong intuition is his survival instinct. The ability of "Dream Walker" directly amplifies this skill that Aigron has honed on the battlefield.
The man in front of me did not lie, he just hid part of it...
But everyone has secrets, and so does he.
Aigron kicked the unconscious gangster on the ground again, and said in a cold voice:
"I didn't find any traces of the 'Devil' action nearby. You've come to the wrong place."
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Klein, who was standing opposite him, had a strange expression.
Klein rubbed his chin, his eyes once again falling on the gangster behind Aigron.
In a sense, Eggron is right.
He monitored it all night. Except for the carriage that had just been overturned by the administrator of the workhouse in front of him and the gangster kidnapper who was knocked down by the way, there was indeed no other movement. The whole street was quiet and peaceful, and it didn't look like it was being spotted by the "devil" at all. The next place of murder.
Considering that the "Devil" dog might take the initiative to ask for Gostars' protection after nearly losing his life, Klein, who knew that he and Miss Hunter could only cope with it reluctantly, was naturally not so arrogant that he divided his forces into two groups and adopted one person. The idea of surveillance of a street.
Since he has a backer, although the backer and he are not completely of the same mind, what does this have to do with being able to have a backer for free?
Don't use free stuff unless you are mentally ill.
There are people from the intelligence department in charge of Iron Cross Avenue, but they still don't believe it...
Well, the "Devil" dog's murders do not follow strict time intervals. It was less than a day since the last time Aman Stone was in danger. The next move that wants to hit the "Devil" dog may be two days later, or maybe It was three days, there is no definite answer.
Thinking of this, Klein breathed a sigh of relief and explained:
"I just received a tip."
Klein glanced around and the conversation suddenly changed.
"It's you, Mr. Agron, why are you here?"
The workhouse invested by Prince Edsac is far away in the East District, nearly three kilometers away from St. George Street in Backlund Bridge District. This administrator stayed up most of the night and came out to do justice?
There was silence, and Aiglon's golden, cold eyes pierced straight, as if trying to penetrate Klein's true inner thoughts.
Finally, after confirming that the wild Extraordinary who claimed to be a detective in front of him was generally harmless, he took the initiative to break the silence, half sighing and half angry:
"Another human trafficker has appeared. Liv's little daughter, Mark's sister, and people in the workhouse. In the past two or three days, the number of missing people I know of suddenly increased by more than a dozen."
It's only been a few days and a dozen more people have disappeared?
Why are human traffickers so crazy that they even dare to touch people in the workhouse with royal background?
"Didn't you call the police or report it to someone?" Klein couldn't help but be shocked.
"Call the police?" Aigron laughed coldly, as if he had heard some big joke, "Do you expect the police in the East District to selflessly go to the gangsters for the sake of a few washing workers' daughters and homeless people, or do you expect them? Do you expect journalists to risk their jobs by having gangs come to their homes and kidnap their entire family?"
He hit his chest habitually, and his voice became more and more wintery.
"At first I tried to ask for help from the church, but just like the question you asked me two days ago, the workhouse hosted by the prince violated the concepts stipulated in the "Poor Relief Act". The church only agreed to help find the whereabouts of the missing people, but Those who are found, especially those who originally lived in the workhouse, will definitely be taken over by the church and transferred to welfare institutions under the church's name, which is another unbearable disaster for them."
"I will not consider relying on the power of the church until there is no other way."
Klein nodded in agreement, and most of his doubts were dispelled.
"Then you haven't thought of seeking help from Prince Edsac?"
"You should have a good relationship with His Royal Highness?"
Hearing this, Aigron closed his eyes and smiled to himself.
"The smooth establishment of the workhouse has already brought a lot of trouble to His Highness the Prince."
Also, in blatant violation of the Poor Law and social consensus, Prince Edsac, who is not a member of the royal family, should now be sitting on the bench of the Kingdom's Supreme Court, waiting for at least fifteen years of imprisonment.
Human trafficking, kidnapping homeless people... After a few seconds of silence, Klein flipped his palm, and a coin was thrown into the air, and then fell steadily into his palm.
He stared at the face-up coin in his palm and fell into silence.
This means affirmation, indicating that rashly intervening in the missing persons incident will bring danger to him.
Klein put away the coins in his hand. In the alley, Aigron had already started groping for the items carried by several gangsters on the ground, trying to find some useful evidence and clues.
"Dream Walkers" are not good at channeling.
Although the gangsters who were easily knocked unconscious by Aiglon must be ordinary people, there is no guarantee that there are no extraordinary people behind them. If they explore the dream world at will, they may disturb the extraordinary people hidden in the gangs.
"Mr. Aiglon, could you please tell me how many people are missing in the workhouse? What are the names of those poor people?"
"If it's convenient, could you give me some of their belongings?"
Klein looked at Aigron squatting on the ground and said in an emotionless tone.
This sudden inquiry reached the ears of the administrator Aigron. The indifference on his face disintegrated slightly, but the corners of his mouth were still tense.
"what you up to?"
"This is none of your business. You don't know any of the missing people."
Klein pursed his lips and breathed out silently.
"I occasionally do volunteer work, just to help others. Haha, I haven't done it for a long time. Please give me a chance."
In order to make his words more convincing, or to make Aigron accept it better, Klein drew the triangular holy emblem symbolizing the God of Steam and Machinery on his chest.
"Praise the God of all opportunities."
"God said that He brought new fire so that life on earth would no longer suffer."
Klein did not read the Holy Scripture of the God of Steam and Machinery carefully. He only glanced at it briefly while thinking about how to better play the role of Sherlock Moriarty.
"The Lord selflessly gives the crystallization of wisdom to help people on earth, which is teaching us how to love and worship kindness."
"I think you should be able to understand me and be willing to give me a chance to realize my wish."
For a moment, the only sound left in the cramped alley was the sound of wind passing by.
"Daisy, the youngest daughter of Liv's family, Maura, Mark's sister..."
Aigron suddenly stood up and read each name to Klein one by one.
At the end, his expression was a bit strange, as if he had discovered something very unexpected.
"There's another person."
"what is her name?"
The names Aigron mentioned earlier were all female names, and Klein preconceivedly assumed that the last missing person was also a female.
"No, it's not her, it's him."
The expression on Aigron's face became even weirder.
"The little guy disappeared while following Khloe out."
"Kohler couldn't find a job recently, so I asked him to help the yard purchase some fabrics for sheets and pillowcases. Will is usually a very shy child and would hardly leave the yard. It was he who took the initiative to follow Kohler that day. "
"He is the only male among the missing persons that I know of." The soldier with a stern face was puzzled, "I'm not sure whether his disappearance has anything to do with other people."
Will?
A boy among a group of female victims?
There is indeed a problem... Klein sighed a little and didn't think about it carefully.
However, Aigron, who had already searched the gang's belongings and was about to drag the traffickers away for interrogation, seemed to remember something and took out a paper crane and a small comb that looked exquisitely crafted from the wallet compartment in his pocket.
He paused, looked directly at Klein and said:
"If you are good at divination, you can try these two."
"The paper crane was given to me by Will, and the comb belongs to Amy..."
As he spoke, Aigron suddenly fell silent and swallowed the unfinished words in his stomach.
He said in a low voice:
"Although I have been following these carriages for a long time, I still have no clue about the people behind them. You can try divination. If you have any results, go to the workhouse and we will see how the situation is resolved."
Klein took the two items, looked at them casually and said:
"I know, I'll try."
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Klein always felt that the administrator did not tell the complete truth in the end.
"Are you going to save someone?"
Sharon, who had been hiding far away to maintain her spiritual form, asked.
"Yeah." Klein nodded slightly and did not deny it.
"What should I do about the 'devil'?" Sharon asked again while looking at Klein.
After finally catching the "Devil"'s claws and even touching Gostars' tail for the first time, Klein seemed to be temporarily giving up on following up and turning to do another unrelated thing.
"I'm going to do a divination." Klein avoided the question and said stubbornly, "There is an interval between each of the 'devil's' attacks, so the time for a divination can still be squeezed out."
Seeing that Klein had made up his mind and insisted on fulfilling his promise to Aigron, he acted as a volunteer on a whim, but Sharon did not insist on stopping him.
For her, neither investigating Gostars nor stopping the "devil" dogs from continuing to commit crimes are tasks that must be completed.
"good."
The "Resentful Soul" once again entered the spiritual form, floating into the distance with tacit understanding, and guarded outside the spiritual wall that Klein had just established.
In the enclosed space, Klein quickly walked four steps backwards and climbed onto the gray mist.
I don't know when he started to become less careful and no longer regarded entering the gray mist in front of Sharon as a taboo.
He found that the name "God of Mysteries" was extremely useful. Even if Zaratul came in person, he would only use his four-step backward ritual as a means of communicating with the ancient god sleeping above the gray mist.
Above the gray mist, Klein materialized a pen and paper, as well as the paper crane and comb that Aiglon temporarily lent him.
He made a decision, took the comb, and wrote a divination sentence on the paper.
"Rescuing people like Amy who have been kidnapped by gangs is a dangerous thing."
This time, the answer given by the pendulum was exactly the same as the coin divination, but it showed Klein the danger of the matter in a more detailed and intuitive way.
The citrine that rotates clockwise is very fast and the amplitude is quite large!
This means affirmation, indicating that rescuing innocent people kidnapped by gangs is a very dangerous thing.
But it is not completely hopeless. There are still many possibilities and opportunities, as long as you can grasp them... Klein interpreted the inspiration given by the "Pendulum Method".
He wrote down the divination statement again. UU reading www.uukanshu． net
"Amy's current situation."
As darkness fell, he saw girls with panic-looking faces and tortured faces in a small, dark room. Women's cries, screams and curses echoed outside.
In the blurry picture, Klein even saw the little boy whom Aigron called Will.
The boy, who was mistaken for the wrong gender by gangsters and had messy long hair, was locked in a cell alone. He was not tortured, but he seemed very depressed and might faint at any time.
I don't need to do divination anymore... Not knowing whether to be happy or sad, Klein raised the vision in his dream.
He looked down from a bird's eye view, and a villa with a garden and a fountain that seemed to be worth a lot of money appeared in his eyes.
There were four relatively powerful auras walking around the villa. Outside the garden, an iron nameplate was nailed to the side of the door, with a surname written in consecutive cursive characters.
"Capin."
As the dream shattered, Klein opened his eyes, chewed on the only specific name he had just seen, thought for a moment, raised his hands at the same time, and touched the two deep crimson stars on the dome.
Circles rippled, and under the gray mist hall, the unpredictable figure of "The Fool" sitting at the top of the long table was transmitted into the stars, and appeared in front of the two women at the same time.
"Magician" Forsi and "Justice" Audrey, who were busy with what they were doing, stopped when a voice from an endless distance rang in their ears.
"Investigating Kaping..."
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Half asleep and half awake, Forsi seemed to see the spiritual world and the Lord above the seven lights.
Oh, I dreamed of the Lord...
What does this symbolize? According to the teacher, this should be regarded as a revelation from God and a sign of good luck to come?
Hey, I'm going to have good luck... It was almost early in the morning, and a silly smile appeared on the face of the sleeping best-selling novel writer, and his happiness clearly revealed his longing for a better future.
What is good luck?
Is it a large amount of money that is enough for me to be promoted to Sequence Five? Or will Hugh take over all the housework at home?
Suddenly, Forsi, who was thinking about various possibilities, suddenly opened his eyes, suddenly woke up from his dazed state, and saw very clearly what kind of scene was standing in front of him at this time.
Yes, Lord...
The figure in black clothes shrouded in gray mist was illusive and profound, with a completely blurred face. His mouth opened and closed, and he softly recited a few words.
The dream shattered silently, but Forsi's thoughts still lingered on the tremor of "I am the one inspired by the gods."
She tried hard to recall the scene she saw while half asleep and half awake. She was shocked but not so shocked, as if she had encountered something shocking that she took for granted but had never encountered before.
Huh, calm down, calm down. After all, I have also participated in the meeting before God. The probability of receiving the Lord's divine inspiration in a dream is not that small. At least it is recorded in the holy book that in the fourth era, the Lord was quite willing to enter the dreams of believers. In, help people solve their doubts and give guidance.
Pressing her pounding heart back into her chest, Forsi managed to find the energy to think about the Lord's last words.
"Investigating Kapin?"
Is Kaping the person Xio has been talking about a lot in the past two days, who is suspected of being the executor behind the emerging human trafficking?
Lord, looking for a human trafficker...wait, a human trafficker...human trafficking? Forsi suddenly took a breath. She recalled that at the Tarot gathering this week, she had deliberately thrown out the bait in front of the Hanged Man, pretending to be a coward.
The Church of Storms, like the Ministry of Intelligence, has noticed the large-scale disappearance of people in the West Balam area, the Five Seas Islands, and even the countryside of the Northern Continent. Now the Lord has directly named a human trafficker.
Perhaps, the Lord does not want to give me divine revelation at all, but He wants me to pass on this news. There may be some dangers hidden behind Kapin, otherwise it will not be taken seriously by a god who can truly represent history. .
Forsi thought a lot in that moment and climbed out of bed faster than before.
She carefully controlled her steps, fearing to wake up her friend who was sleeping next door. She kept drawing messy threads on her chest with her right hand, praising the Lord's favor.
Under the crimson moonlight, the "magician" of the Tarot Society stood in front of the desk and took out a palm-sized iron box from the mezzanine.
She looked at the iron worm in the iron box that had regained its vitality and told her what had just happened without hesitation.
…
Backlund, Sunday.
In Earl Hall's luxurious villa, the Earl, with flabby muscles and obvious nasolabial folds, elegantly controls the table knife and cuts a piece of veal steak in an orderly manner.
At the table where he was sitting, the Countess, who was nearly fifty but looked only in her early thirties, had blond hair and blue eyes, looked at her two children lovingly, and held a letter in her hand.
Caitlin Hall's eyes swept over her eldest son, whose handsome face gave people the beauty of an ancient Greek sculpture, and then fell on her daughter, whose long hair was silky. The smile in her eyes almost overflowed.
"Alfred will be back soon!"
"He has already boarded the ship leaving the Southern Continent. He is probably going to cross the Raging Sea and is almost reaching Dixi Bay!"
Alfred is coming back! Audrey's eyes widened in surprise, and she almost opened her mouth indecently on the dining table.
With genuine joy, she was about to say something when she was surprised to find that her eldest brother did not seem to be as happy as her parents and herself.
Hibbert Hall's face could not be called solemn, but the displeasure was obvious enough in the eyes of the "audience". It was only due to his respect for his family and his persistence in elegance that he did not burst out immediately.
The smile on his face was slightly stiff and he said:
"Dad, you never told us before."
"Has Alfred's leave been approved by the army when he comes back this time, or does he need to take on other duties?"
Earl Hall seemed to be unaware of his eldest son's little thoughts, his smile remained unchanged.
"It's considered a transfer."
"Alfred's boss was very satisfied with his performance and introduced him to the head of the fleet in Enmatt Port. When he comes back this time, he will be transferred to that person in charge as his deputy."
As deputy, or in Port Enmatt? Hibbert's face suddenly turned red.
He wanted to say something else, but Audrey, who was quietly observing from the side, suddenly took the lead and blocked his remarks that might annoy his father.
Audrey used her daughter's privileges to make her old father laugh with a few words. With the "audience's" ability to see into people's hearts, she changed the subject with almost no effort.
While she breathed a sigh of relief that another family conflict had been settled, she recalled the task assigned by Mr. Fool in her dream before getting up in the morning, and asked in a curious tone:
"By the way, Dad, have you heard of Cappin?"
"I went to Emmett's salon yesterday and heard someone talking about the name."
"Anyone talking about him?"
Audrey did not expect that the person who answered her was not her father, but her eldest brother who was frowning at the side.
Hibbert had a bad look on his face, and when he talked about Kapin, he only had contempt in his words, making no secret of his disgust for Kapin.
"That's a disgusting, despicable human trafficker. By trying to please a big shot in the cabinet, he feels like he's got a ticket into high society."
"There are several people like this every year. He is the most disgusting person I have ever seen."
"Audrey, if you hear his name in the future, be careful. It's best to stay away and not get involved with that kind of person."
Human traffickers, backed by big shots in the cabinet... Audrey read these two pieces of information silently and nodded slightly.
"I see."
…
Above the gray fog, Klein, who used an excuse to run into the bathroom to get away from Sharon, looked at the two pictures projected from the crimson stars and nodded silently.
In the crimson ripples, the "Magician" who was sacrificing the rubbings of the intelligence department files and the "Justice" who was praying alone in the piano room stood side by side on Klein's two wings.
Kapin is indeed a human trafficker, and he is a relatively well-known one... After responding to the two members and promising to fulfill one of their requests at the next party, Klein sat on the stone high-backed chair and browsed in his hands. Report on Kaping.
He is protected by four Extraordinaries who are suspected to be of the "sheriff" path. This is consistent with the information I got from the divination... Are these Extraordinaries sent by the big shot behind him, the unknown cabinet minister?
Klein glanced at the intelligence given by "Justice" and then looked at the intelligence department's records on Kapin, and found that there were small conflicts between the two.
Adhering to professional principles, basically all the famous figures in Backlund can find corresponding records in the archives of the intelligence department.
By reviewing the files, "Magician" wrote in the report that she discovered that many big shots had secret affairs with Capin, but none of them could be said to have a close relationship, and they seemed to only stay on the most superficial transactions.
Either Kaping's so-called backer is hidden deeply, or the identity used by his backer when he came into contact with him, and the identity deliberately spread to the outside world, are just a layer of disguise to deter those who want to referee Kaping. People who dig up this evil chain of human trafficking.
Klein subconsciously tapped his fingers on the table, expelling the turbid air from his chest bit by bit very slowly.
If there are no accidents, most of the dangers behind rescuing the innocent girls kidnapped by Kapin come from his deeply hidden backer.
Being able to send four Beyonders to protect Kaping in one breath, there was no shortage of mid-level powerhouses among them... Klein scanned the big words "Suspected 'Judge'" on the record and felt solemn again.
"Judges" can issue legal orders, to a certain extent, and even directly prohibit certain abilities of hostile Extraordinary people. By using legal orders to transform the environment, they can create advantages for their own side.
Just relying on "creeping hunger", I will never be a match for Kapin's four bodyguards.
Moreover, the probability of my action failing is very high. Even if I invite Miss Hunter to act with me, it will be difficult for me to leave the "Judge" blockade unless I can also use the ability of "Wraith Soul" to transform into a spiritual body...
As he thought about it, Klein's expression became much weirder.
In silence, he looked at the quaint long table in front of him, looked further away, and remembered a certain encounter.
…
The application for the Beloved to act independently again made many people in the intelligence department have opinions.
Sharon didn't have any resentment like other intelligence operators with "Secret Order" and "Aurora Society" backgrounds, and looked coldly at Klein. She just frowned after communicating with the "Faceless Man" for a while. , asked for asylum from the "Lamp Angel" who was also in Backlund, and then stubbornly squeezed into Klein's plan.
In the Backlund Bridge area, in a low-cost hotel close to the Jowood area.
Klein, who had put on some disguise, looked at the altar that had just been arranged in front of him, suddenly raised his arm, and performed the ceremony.
"I!"
"I call in my name!"
"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."
The ritual candle symbolizing "The Fool" instantly surged, and the dissipating gray mist enveloped Klein's spirit body and climbed directly onto the seven rays of pure light.
In the giant palace-like palace, Klein didn't have time to think carefully, so he completely followed the plan he had finalized in reality, reached back, sacrificed a few items to the gray mist in advance, and temporarily stored them in the debris pile. This flew into Klein's body.
The dark and twisted shadow turned into a hazy robe, the extended scales of the "poisonous wine" covered Klein's somewhat thin spirit body, and the necromantic aura contained in Azik's bronze whistle gave this strange spirit's eyes pale fire.
Klein, who was dressed much the same as the last time he acted, glanced at the table and without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and pointed it at the table with his fingers spread out.
The "blasphemous card" with the "Black Emperor" painted on it was instantly accommodated into the spirit body. The majestic pitch black armor replaced the emptiness under the robe. The crown of thorns and the visor covered the face, leaving only two pale lines. The flames and towering demonic horns are more conspicuous.
The power of the high level suppressed the appearance of various extraordinary items, and covered the end of Azik's copper whistle. It suddenly broke through the outer layer of dark robes. Looking from a distance, at this time, there seemed to be a tower standing in the gray mist palace. An emperor who returned from distant history, although slightly dilapidated, his majesty remained the same.
It's a pity that I can't use too many abilities in "Creeping Hunger" with this image... Klein shook his head and secretly told himself that no matter what, the soul driven tonight can only be used by "Priest of Light" and Switching between "Psychiatrist", "Interrogator", and "Nightmare", he then responded to his summoning ritual. The strange-looking spirit was instantly sucked in by the advent door and shuttled into the corresponding reality.
This strange-looking emperor only glanced briefly, and his illusory figure quickly faded away, diving into the ground and flying towards the direction of Kapin's residence.
Either sneaking as a spirit body or jumping in flames, it didn't take long for Klein to arrive at Aires Street in the Jowood District where Capin was located.
Thick clouds have covered the crimson moonlight in the mid-air. There are many stars tonight, dotted like diamonds in the night sky like a black swan curtain. Thanks to the east wind blowing over the Tasok River at nightfall, the stars have been blown away. With the lingering light yellow smoke, Backlund rarely had a clean night.
Waterbirds are looking around on the river. There are not many lights in the warehouse built on the river. Only at the front entrance is an exaggerated wooden fence, and the top is covered with wire. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net is twisted In the shape of thorns and spikes.
Next to the erected torch, a bearded man of unknown age was surrounded by several mature men of different heights. Everyone was carrying a gun, clearly displayed on his waist. Even the bearded man had a gun. Very arrogantly, he was wiping a gray-white complex machine gun.
The rifle was thick and long, connected through a pipe to a huge mechanical box of the same color. It was a high-pressure steam rifle, a military controlled product that was strictly investigated by the police.
Several strong men dressed as gangsters gathered together. The men who only carried guns were obviously trying to please the bearded man in the middle, and they were racking their brains to make the adult happy with color jokes.
In the darkness not far away, the Black Emperor, who exuded a dilapidated atmosphere and majesty, ignored these men. His eyes moved slowly, looking into the warehouse and deeper into the warehouse through the darkness that was everywhere at night.
In front of the entrance to the cellar in the warehouse, another rather old-looking man was boredly reading a serious novel. The light source hanging above his head was a relatively retro gas lamp, which was shaky.
In the cellar, twisted souls were asking for help, numb souls were trembling, and dead souls were huddled in dark corners, which touched the emperor's heart.
Klein, whose eyes were getting darker and darker, curled up into a smile, and opened his fingers slightly. In an instant, the color of his vision changed, and the countless threads of spiritual bodies in the gray were like hanging spider webs. He stood in this world that was both illusory and real. In the "spider web", the palms are open, and the gathered fingertips easily hook all the threads, as if they have grasped the end of the spider web.
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