Klein, hiding in the shadow of the house dozens of meters away, looked at the target building in the darkness, and vaguely heard a violent sound of wind, clearly distinguishing the sound of the gunshot of the pony.

"If the enemy fled to my place, should I pull out my gun or pretend I didn't see it?" His body trembled slightly, and his palms were sweating.

An extraordinary person who can use various means to shorten the lives of a dead person will definitely not be the only one who can be sequence 9 or sequence 8. It is not something that he, the diviner, can confront him head-on. Even if he sacrifices himself, he may not be able to delay the other party and create opportunities for Dunn and Leonard and others to catch up.

Fortunately, the goddess of night, who was in charge of disaster, seemed to hear the prayer of His "faithful" guards, and no one ran to the place where Klein hid.

After several minutes, he heard a fluttering song from the target building.

After turning his ears and carefully deciphering, Klein confirmed that this was a folk tune that Leonard Mitchell often hummed, full of vulgar sentences.

Huh, he breathed a sigh of relief, holding a gun in one hand and a staff in the other, walked out of the shadow and moved closer to the target building.

This folk tune is the signal of the meeting he agreed with Dunn and others!

Just as he took two steps, Klein suddenly paused, leaned his cane against the iron fence next to him, and replaced his revolver with one hand.

Then, he untied the silver chain inside the cuffs and let the citrine pendant fall naturally.

After exchanging the positions of the revolver and the spiritual pendulum, Klein waited until the citrine swayed smoothly, immediately closed his eyes halfway, entered a meditation state, and silently recited the divination statement:

"The singing just now was an illusion."

"The singing just now was an illusion."

...

Seven times later, he opened his eyes and saw the pendant turning counterclockwise.

"It's not an illusion..." Klein put his heart back on his original position, put his spiritual sway, lifted his cane, and quickly approached the arched iron fence gate of the target building. Then he handed the silver-inlaid black cane to his right palm and was held together with the revolver.

As soon as he reached out to touch the railing and tried to push it away, he suddenly felt a biting chill, like ice cubes stuffed around his neck without any preparation.

Hiss! Klein shrank his hands and grinned.

"It's just like winter..." He looked at the garden behind the iron fence gate with faint starlight and street lights in the distance, and saw that the branches were withered, the flowers were withered, and many leaves were stained with white frost and fell on the dark brown soil.

It's amazing! Klein sighed secretly, tapped his fingers in his forehead twice, and opened his spiritual vision.

He retrieved the black wooden stick inlaid with his left hand, pressed it against the fence, and pushed open the false door.

With a creaking sound, he passed sideways and embarked on the stone road leading to the gray-blue building. On both sides were plants that looked like ghosts in the dark night.

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

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

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

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

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

"Is this what I mean to scare myself?" Klein twitched, waved his cane, and knocked down the branch.

He continued to move forward, and there were tears and whine sounds that seemed to appear in his ears, and transparent, blurry, and nearly invisible "shadows" were reflected in his eyes.

These shadows felt the breath of living people and the warmth of flesh and blood, and rushed over.

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

This is what the captain said about feeling the atmosphere? It is indeed much scarier than the time when he helped Sir Deville... The resentment is obviously more dull than the "Shadow" and there is no active aggression... He thought and walked towards the altar in the center of the living room. It was a round table filled with rough-made puppets, and there were three extinguished candles.

Dunn Smith was standing in front of the altar with his back to Klein, and he picked up and watched.

"The Corpse Retrieval" Fry quietly stared at the floating "shadows" and tried to reach out to comfort them, but he could only pass through them weakly, and the "shadows" did not attack him, as if they regarded him as their kind.

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

“It was a peaceful morning.”

"Just fit for that quieter sorrow."

"I can only hear the withered autumn leaves"

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

...

In the quiet and gentle chanting of poetry, Klein seemed to see a lake reflecting the rippling moonlight, and the red moon hanging quietly in the sky.

Those "shadows" calmed down and no longer chased 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's a terrible curse ritual, and fortunately, we've ruined it."

"You first arrange the rituals to soothe the remaining spirituality, and then try to communicate and see if you can get clues from them."

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

"Yes, captain."

He arrived at the altar in two or three steps and reached out to sweep the puppets out of the round table.

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

"Captain, have you found someone 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 questions that test the captain's memory! Klein almost covered his face and sighed.

If it were other leaders, they would definitely find an opportunity to wear small shoes for me in the future. Fortunately, the captain would forget about this... I really don't know whether this is an advantage or a disadvantage... He was half glad and half ridiculous.

After ten seconds of silence, Dunn seemed to finally distinguish between reality and dreams and spoke:

“There is someone you know.”

"Who?" Klein stopped placing the candle again.

"Joyce Meyer, the survivor of the 'Alfalfa Massacre'." Dunn replied in a concise manner.

Joyce Myer Anna's fiancé... Klein suddenly thought of Thors in the workhouse, who seemed to be instigated and induced, and then broke out early and tried to set fire.

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

"'Assister' Tris?"

"He used the shortened lives of the dead as sacrifices, trying to curse all the survivors of the 'Alfalfa Massacre'? Because he didn't know who found the problem, he reported it to the police..."

If Tris takes revenge directly, it is unlikely that he can kill all the targets living in different places in one go. At most, after two or three cases, he will be noticed by the nighttime person, the punishment person and the mechanical heart, and lose the opportunity to continue committing the crime... Klein almost figured out why the other party chose this way.

Dunn nodded first, then shook his head and said:

"Not all survivors, but all survivors of Tingen City, and his curse ritual can only affect the crowds within this range."

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

Klein frowned slightly and said:

"Maybe it was the powerful man sent by the Ghost to help Tris?"

"Well, the source of the Ghost Society may involve the Witch Cult. It is normal for the strong to be a woman."

Dunn smiled and said in a mellow voice: "I agree with your judgment. Although there is only that woman here and there is no Tris, you can make necessary guesses, such as, they do not live together, such as, Tris is out looking for the dying person."

Klein didn't say anything more, placed three candles, took out the full moon essential oil and dark red sandalwood and quickly arranged the altar.

Using silver daggers to create a sealed wall, he began to pray to the "Goddess of Night, Lord of Sleeping and Silent" and completely soothe the "ghost" inside and outside the house.

Unfortunately, in the subsequent spiritual communication session, Klein only saw a small number of pictures of the residual spiritual life, and did not obtain useful clues.

After letting these "ghosts" truly sleep in the dark, he ended the ceremony, lifted the wall of spirituality, shook his head to Dunn, Leonard and Fry and said:

"The backlash here was severely damaged by the interrupted ritual, and the remaining images of the owner were lost."

Dunn pointed to the stairs without surprise:

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

"Yeah." Klein, Leonard and others immediately agreed.

Three night-time people followed the stairs and went all the way to the second floor, searching each room separately.

Finally, they met in a bedroom with a faint fragrance floating, saw the messy dresses, and saw the unclosed boxes one by one.

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

"To be precise, it is called skin care products. Since Emperor Rossell, they have no longer been called mixed names." Leonard corrected, "Captain, as a gentleman, the necessary common sense still needs to be understood."

Klein did not join their discussion and turned his attention to the mirror on the dressing table.

The mirror showed obvious cracks and fragments fell on the carpet.

"The extraordinary man was a little in a hurry and was not completely destroyed..." he suddenly said in a deep voice, "Maybe he could give it a try."

"Leave it to you." Dunn answered trustfully.

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

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

After doing all this, Klein stood in front of the mirror reflecting the glittering of three candles, chanting in Hermith's words:
To be continued...