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No. 15 Minsk Street, in the bathroom.

Klein pulled out a piece of paper man from his clothes bag, shook his hand and turned into a substitute.

He asked the substitute to sit on the toilet, hold the newspaper in his hand, and deceive others, and he hid in the shadows, walked four steps backwards and entered the fog.

In the magnificent and ancient palace, Klein sat at the top of the bronze table and let Jason Beria's handkerchief appear in front of him.

——This is just a projection, but it can also be used for divination.

Let's try it. The projection effect may not be good, but under the surveillance of the church, it is too dangerous to hold a ceremony to sacrifice the real thing... If it is not successful, I will look back and think of a solution... Klein muttered, with parchment paper and a round-bellied pen, and wrote the divination sentence:

"Jason Beria's current location."

Normally, relying on a handkerchief that the other party has only used in a certain ceremony cannot divine the whereabouts and whereabouts of the target, because the connection is not close enough and there is too much interference. For example, it is easy to provoke the Grand Duke of the Abyss pointed to by the other party's ritual.

But for Klein, this level of interference can be eliminated, because he speculated that the so-called Grand Duke of the Abyss was at most a high-sequence demon, not the incarnation of the abyss "dark side of the universe".

And this title... He vaguely remembers that he should have seen the name of Demon Path Series 2 in Rosel's diary, which is "The Lord of Blood". In this way, the devil related to Jason Beria is an angel, who is on the same level as Mr. Edward Vaughan, I don't know who is stronger.

The mysterious space above the gray fog is the gods such as "Eternal Sun" and "Real Creator". The one who is almost the same as the "Gate" Mr. at least, and has not yet capsized.

Klein held the handkerchief and parchment with divination statements and leaned back against the back of the chair.

He quickly entered a state of meditation using dream divination and kept silently reciting "Jason Beria's current position". After seven times, Klein fell asleep and came to the dream world.

In the gray world, countless pictures are constantly flickering, interrupting each other, and extremely diverging.

Soon, a picture became clear, the lights were dim, the desk was dark red, and a figure stood in front of the convex window, looking out at the garden outside.

There is a glass shed in the garden, with roses blooming inside, bright red in the cold of December.

The figure projected onto the window, a man with medium figure, slightly curly brown hair and cold brown eyes, looks only thirty years old.

This...Aren't I divining Jason Beria's position? Who is this? I feel a little familiar... Klein was puzzled, but he didn't think about it. He let his spirituality continue to diverge, as if he was wandering in a mysterious world.

As soon as his thought appeared, he saw the picture change again. He saw Jason Beria enter a strange house, walk to a corner of the room, and suddenly take off her clothes one by one, then put his hand behind his head, and opened a hole there!

Klein was shocked and almost woke up from his dream, but then he found that there was no blood flowing out of the hole, but instead revealed a slightly darker complexion. Then, he watched in horror as "Jason Beria" took off his skin completely in just about ten seconds.

He shook the pale human skin and folded it. Under the dim and blurry light, the demon in human skin raised his face and the halo shone out his face. It was the strange man with brown hair that Klein saw just now!

At this point, the picture suddenly shattered and Klein opened his eyes.

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Klein returned to the real world and immediately made a fortune, but he got the result that it was not suitable to go out now.

He was a little anxious. Although the power of the church was unquestionable, it was predictable to arrest Jason Beria in just one night, arrest or kill him, but what if they found the wrong person and got the delayed news, which led to the devil's escape calmly?

They had already seen the demon's mansion in the morning, with corpses accumulated layer by layer. The earliest ones can even be traced back to several years ago, with hundreds of bones. If he could not be arrested this time, he would not have known how many innocent people would be killed after escaping!

But this matter was useless to be urgent, so Klein had to suppress it and divinate every ten minutes, looking for an opportunity to go out.

However, as he thought about it, after the initial nervousness, Klein gradually calmed down: the fact that Jason Beria had been acting in human skin was something that the clues and information currently existed could not be deduced. It was the result of his own mysterious divination of the gray fog, and it was also the result that only he could get.

But this information is too critical. If it is reported directly to the church, when asked, even if you make excuses, reasons, and use "connections" to make excuses, it will inevitably cause suspicion.

Even if you can't find a suitable reason, you may be suspected of being involved with the demon.

If it is a little worse, and the church of the night will find that he is the resurrected Klein Moretti, he will go to the back of Chanis Gate to eat for the next life!

What if Mr. Edward was notified?

No, even though the disappearances around the residence are frequent and the walls, gardens, and foundations of the villa are full of corpses, Patrick Jason is still a very energetic and good neighbor in the hearts of the surrounding residents.

Mr. Edward is also a demon or an angel. He is the same level as the other party who failed to summon the other party. It is difficult to tell which side is the truth... If he is notified rashly, it may also expose the secrets of the Source Castle. Even if it does not, it is difficult to guarantee whether the other party will care about the safety of ordinary people's lives... In other words, it is better to tell the church, which is at least the church is more upright...

Klein's thoughts flew, and after a while, he calmed down. He decided to wait for two days first, and then inform the night-time attendant who was responsible for the revelation he received in a suitable way.

He was silent for a while, and after about an hour, the doorbell rang.

Aisinger Stanton visits with the latest intelligence of the Apostle of Desire.

According to Esinger, Jason Beria took action again. The families of two stubborn detectives who believed in the Lord of the Storm felt that they would not be implicated, so they were not under the protection of the church. At lunch, they were found dead in their office, one was scared to death by their own fear, and the other died of heart failure.

"However, in this way, the sanctioners have officially intervened in this matter. Now, it is said that several major churches and even the official high-sequence powers have turned their attention to the "Apostle of Desire" incident."

The two detectives discussed for a moment. Judging from the results, now the three major churches are all dispatched, and it is only a matter of time before the devil is arrested. Jason Beria's behavior of seeking death is very consistent with the devil's crazy traits, but it also goes against the common sense that the "cold-blooded" does not have the fear of extreme rationality.

Such unusual clues made the detectives think.

"The action of the 'Apostle of Desire' today has confirmed one of my guesses, haha, it is also a question you thought of before."

"His main purpose is not revenge?" Klein understood the other party's words.

Aisinger leaned forward and said solemnly: "Since Jason has passed the stage of "Cold Blooded", it means that he must have become cold blooded and it is impossible for the demon dog to do this level.

"But, Sherlock, you see, so far, all the official extraordinary forces of Beckland have been mobilized, and even the high-sequence powers have shifted more attention to this matter. At this time, would it be much easier for Jason to deal with another real goal?"

Klein thought for a moment and responded in a deep voice:

“It makes sense!”

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After a while of communication, Aisinger continued to look for Kaslana. After Klein threw the coin, he decided to go out and go to the Kragg Club.

They have not yet disclosed their own speculation to the official extraordinary, fearing that it will harm Jason and make him give up his actions.

As soon as he entered the Kragg Club, Klein met the surgeon Allen in the hall.

"Long time no see." He smiled and said hello.

"I've been too busy lately." Allen responded kindly, just habitually maintaining a cold expression, "and my wife has been pregnant recently, and I'm going to be a dad again."

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Edward walked on the road without purpose, without direction, and deliberately did not think about his destination. He took a slow walk on the streets of Beckland entirely with the guidance of his spiritual intuition.

"Palas Negan is a believer of the Lord of the Storm. He seemed to have been assassinated once by a pirate. At that time, I was still in Tingen, preparing for the ritual of the real Creator's descent."

He walked and muttered words, the crow crouching on his shoulder turned his head and listened, and sometimes replied in spiritual communication: "So we must wait for the rabbit, focus on Negan, and wait for an encounter with Beria?"

"Yes. Unfortunately, we don't have the relevant items of Pallas Negan on hand, so we cannot locate them through divination."

The crow said regretfully: "My divination skills are not that good either. Since I am a duke, I have been assassinated once. Now there must be corresponding anti-divination measures, which are not so easy to be discovered."

“…”

Edward suddenly stopped. Their location happened to be not far from a street park. The ground at his feet was slightly shaken. There was yellow and white smoke floating on the hidden discharge opening of the street park. Now there was probably a steam train passing by below.

"You're right, Amon."

Edward slowly spoke: "...This reminds me of something. The Belia family has nothing to do with the pirates, but they all set their sights on this Duke Negan and came to assassinate one after another. Fortunately, the pirates explained that enough money could drive them to do some dirty work, but the Belia family was different. Their purpose should be to go to the abyss and worship Fabouti. Moreover, because the problem of the path itself has long faded out of the world's eyes, they should not be moved by money and interests."

"When no one thought there was something wrong with it at that time, he would find that it was unreasonable, logical, but it did happen. Doesn't the style look familiar?"

The crow calmed down and replied with uncertainty: "Particulous?"

"If it weren't for the gift from the Mother Tree of Desire that He could not have borrowed the power of the external gods, I would have doubted that the preparation of the Belia family was also He had been in a dilemma to arrange me."

"However, according to our memory, killing a secular duke does not require Him to do it. Stripping the chaotic connections, finding the most critical point, and then destroying it, causing the collapse of the entire balance, is what the people of that organization should do for Him."

The crow grinded his claws on a piece of metal decoration on Edward's shoulder, tilted his head in the reflection of the metal sheet and looked at his white circles. He suddenly asked, "What is the current era going?"

"...It seems that someone will do the war that Rossell did not fight. This time, it is really good, and it is also a shadow of order."

Edward calculated silently, then nodded: "Indeed, it is time to re-dividend interests, clear out the excess population, and solve the problems left by Rossell. The 'war that swept the world' is not something that a country can fight, it does not depend on people, countries, or kings, but on God. When the black emperor was dictatorial, everyone wanted to resist or avoid the edge for the time being, but when they and they all had this idea, the war would naturally have an opportunity."

"Natural disasters and man-made disasters, wars are mixed, and there will be another complete man-made disaster in the near future." He read, "Awesome, this boring world can always make me old things."

At this moment, the wind was howling, blowing away the hazy clouds. Edward reached out and pressed the hat on his head, pulled up his collar, and the cold wind cut the pedestrian's face like a knife. Everyone couldn't help but lower their heads and shrank their necks, and no one noticed a figure passing by the sky very quickly.

The crow bent down and prevented himself from being blown away. The smog dissipated and the faint sunlight temporarily fell. Edward looked back at the disappeared storm demigod, and stopped in place thoughtfully for a while.

Suddenly, He felt something, and quickly walked through the street ahead, turned two turns, and his vision suddenly opened up - ahead was a wide river bank line, with several small passenger ships neatly arranged, and dozens of fishing boats were docked in the small port. This is an inland waterway, which flows along the Tassok River into the sea, and is one of the fastest ways to leave Beckland from the waterway.

A large three-masted Hanoi sailboat had raised its sails, and the passengers were carrying their luggage one after another, crowded and orderly.

His cheekbones were towering, his hair was neatly combed back, and his blue eyes were walking among the crowds on board, with one foot on the deck. Suddenly, as if some strange connection was established in the dark, he turned his head in a strange way and glanced at the crowd behind him.

He saw a group of ordinary humans squeezing behind him, the bright sky behind the wind blowing away the clouds in the distance, the busy crowd at the port, and a middle-aged gentleman who had originally looked at the river but turned around and looked at her eyes.

A huge fear erupted in her heart.

A bottomless black suddenly burst into front of her eyes.

He stood on the ladder for too long, and the boarding ladder that had only allowed two people to pass was a small congestion because of his stop. The passengers carrying luggage and cloth bags behind him looked at the young man in confusion. Standing behind him for a long time, the man closest to him couldn't help but gently push him on his shoulder: "Aren't you leaving?"

The young man seemed to wake up from a dream, showed a gentle smile, kept saying "Sorry, sorry", "I took the wrong boat", and then quickly walked down the ladder and returned to the shore.

He walked towards Edward Vaughan, who was standing on the shore with a smile, and stood familiarly beside the other party, the side where the crow was. Then he took out a piece of monocle from his pocket and put it on his right eye.

TBC

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I went to make an appointment with a new cover, and the cover of this article has failed three times! Each one is so ugly that it looks pretty good!
Chapter completed!