The dim room was covered with a thin layer of light red moon yarn, and everything was faintly spacious and not clear enough.

Three men in black coats slept soundly in different places, and on the small sofa, Klein closed his eyes half-melted in the dark, as if he had also entered a deep sleep.

His dream is a gray and twisted world, and sometimes shines through light.

In the end, these brilliances were frozen into a picture.

It was a gloomy corner, with sewage flowing on the ground, short brown hair, white shirt, and brown vest man lying beside the wall, surrounded by dense gray mice.

The man's lips were half gnawed off, revealing his slightly yellow teeth and rotten gums. His nose was left with blood, mixed with a little short hair, and the flesh and blood on his face disappeared, clearly showing lush white bones, white, fat maggots were creeping in and out everywhere, constantly squirming, and the throat seemed to have been bitten by a wild beast, missing at least half.

Klein barely recognized that this was Zeril Victor Lee, and he could no longer be equated with the mature and handsome appearance in the black and white photo given by Ian.

Zerre is already dead. In a few days, he will probably be gnawed to the point where only bones are left, and even not even complete bones... Klein left his dream and recalled the scene he saw just now.

His past experiences have allowed him to witness similar corpses in a relatively calm manner.

Looking at the crimson moon outside the window, Klein thought for more than ten seconds and decided to try to communicate with the man in black next to the sofa.

The corresponding "Amanda" pure dew and "Eye of Spirit" potions, he had prepared a bottle of each in the previous few days. As for the tranquility potion, Klein did not need it. He could keep calm and rational when others invade dreams and force psychics.

After setting up a simple altar and letting the silence and tranquility spread, creating a half-dream and half-awake state, Klein prayed to himself and to "the fool who does not belong to this era".

Then he entered the grey fog and responded with more than two-thirds of his spirituality.

"When I am promoted to Sequence 7, similar prayers should be able to slightly pry the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog like summoning and sacrifice rituals..." Looking around, Klein made a rough judgment and quickly returned to the real world.

He walked through the starry sky and the chaotic and noisy thinking storm, entered the mental level of the target man, and saw the other person's illusory figure floating in the air.

"Who sent you to Zerrel's house?" Klein looked at it and asked in a deep voice.

The man's phantom eyes answered in a daze:

"Merso, Merso sent me to wait for a boy named Ian."

The light and shadow in his spiritual world changed accordingly, showing a thin, delicate and darker man, the leader of the group of people Klein met on the steam subway before whom Ian was chasing.

It was him... Klein consumed too much spirituality in responding to the prayer, and he was already feeling tired at this time, so he hurriedly asked:

"Who instructed Meurso?"

"I don't know... he is the 'executor' of our Zmange Party. No one can instruct him except the boss." The man said in a daze.

Zmanger... The word corresponding to "warrior" in the high primitives... Klein, the pseudo-historian, had a sudden thrust in his head, and his body involuntarily flew out of the storm of thought.

It didn't take long for him to escape from his psychic state and felt his head twitching emptyly.

He did not rush to leave, and methodically packed up the materials and short yellow-brown hair, opened the window of the convex belly window, letting the cold night wind blow in, dispelling the smell of "Amanda" pure dew and "Eye of Spirit" potion.

During this process, Klein returned to the balcony, locked the door from the inside, and wiped all the places he had touched.

When Zerel's bedroom returned to his previous state, he bowed to the three still sleeping men and bowed.

Straighten his back, Klein put on gloves, supported himself and jumped, quickly flipped outside the convex window, and put his toes on his toes, and stood firmly with the help of an extremely narrow space.

He lifted the vertical pin upwards, blocked the bottom with a tarot card, and used the ability of "Joker" to feel the details and adjust the balance.

After a few seconds, Klein slowly pulled back the tarot card, and the vertical latch stabilized in place and did not fall down.

brush!

He first closed the half window without a pin, then flashed over, pushed his right hand inward, and closed the other half.

This movement speed is so fast that the latch does not fall down until there is a vibration, and it is accurately inserted into the matching iron hole.

Bang! The hard-to-eliminate sound sounded, like a strong wind slapped the surface of the glass.

Klein knew that the three men in the bedroom would wake up slowly, no longer delayed, and jumped directly to the street.

The height of the second floor is not at all dangerous for him now, but he cannot remain silent when landing, which also creates less obvious movement.

Klein quickly left the neighborhood and left Rose Long Street, but did not take a taxi cart directly back to Minsk Street, Joewood District.

He turned a few turns and headed towards the adjacent East District.

On a cold night, the wind thrusts into the bones. Klein shivered and decided to add a sweater to his future actions. He decided to buy charcoal in the next few days so that the fireplace should play its role.

I don’t know how long it took, but he, who had not brought the map, entered the East District of Bakerland with his intuition.

There are few gas street lights here, and you can only see one or two from afar. If it weren't for the dark clouds that hadn't covered the red moon tonight, Klein believed that many sections of the road would be so dark that they could not see clearly.

As he walked, he suddenly saw pairs of eyes appearing in the deep darkness ahead, with hunched figures highlighting one after another.

They swayed from the blurry distance, silent and silent.

Crane suddenly paused, reached out to hold the "Requiem Talisman" and the Tarot card, and quickly turned on the Spirit Vision.

He saw the unhealthy and weak aura color, and also saw the figures.

These are living people, normal living people, but their expressions are numb, their eyes are empty, their movements are weak, and they are both men and women.

It was almost the early morning, why were they still walking on the street? Klein leaned to the side in confusion and alertness, crossing the group of people from the street, but soon, he encountered the second and third waves, and the same numbness contained pain.

He frowned slightly and was about to go up to ask, but suddenly he heard a whisper of scolding from the front:

"Get up! Get up!"

"You bitches raised it!"

"The streets and parks are not places for you guys to sleep!"

...Klein was stunned for a moment, and the corresponding words "Poverty Helping the Poor" popped up in his mind, and he understood what was going on.

He had the same experience himself.

Huh... Klein exhaled, speeded up and headed towards his one-bedroom house on Black Palm Street in East District.

There, he slept for two hours, initially recovered his spirituality, and then went out again, breaking a withered branch as a "pit stick".

"The location of Zerrel's body."

"The location of Zerrel's body."

...

During the divination, and through the divination with the help of short yellow-brown hair, Klein walked for a long time and walked to a corner of the East District where there was a sewer entrance.

After the great plague 12 years ago, the Kingdom of Ruen gradually established an advanced sewer system in the capital, surpassing the "Russel Legacy" of the Republic of Intis in one fell swoop.

Removed the lid, Klein held his breath and climbed down the vertical metal steps.

Because it was not a special clothing, he didn't use many pockets and could not bring too many items, he abandoned the "Crag Oil" he learned from Fry, and refreshed his mind to eliminate the odor of "Crag Oil" and regretted it very much at this time.

Ten seconds later, Klein landed on the ground with his feet and felt the stickiness of the ground.

The dirty feeling stimulated his arms and body to have fine bumps, but he could only force himself to endure and continue walking forward, walking in the empty and quiet sewer.

A fork in front of him appeared, one of which was relatively hidden, with a strong smell that was more disgusting than other places.

Klein turned over and walked to the end, and saw dense spiritual light spots and aura colors.

Without using candles, he opened the eyes of the spiritual vision and directly reflected the gloomy corner, reflecting the rotten, chewed corpse.

This is exactly the same as the scene he saw in dream divination.

squeak!

The gray and dense mice fled in scattered, but some of them remained in place, refused to leave and were reluctant to leave food.

After confirming that it was Zeril, Klein hesitated for a moment and quickly arranged a psychic ritual.

Well... If Ian's description is not a problem, Zeril will only be a few days after his death. "Psychic" should be able to gain a certain, shallow message... He thought confidently.

Wow!

As the wind swirled and the spiritual wall was established, the mice all fled, and Klein carried out the ceremony step by step, just like before.

"The cause of Zeril's death."

"The cause of Zeril's death."

...

After reciting over and over again, Klein's eyes turned black, his pupils disappeared, his eyes disappeared, and he quickly entered his dream with the help of meditation.

However, nothing was presented in that misty illusory world.

Klein opened his eyes and made a judgment with a frown:

"Psychic failure..."

"Someone has 'handled' Zerrel's spirit..."

"There are extraordinary people involved in this matter."

"Disguised as Zerrel, which made detectives unable to see through, also proved this from the side."

After pondering for a while, Klein made a decision, that is, to stop in-depth integration, anyway, his commission was over-completed.
Chapter completed!