In the sewer without light, Klein wiped his neck and turned his attention back to Ranrus's cracked head and headless corpse, and turned back to the two tarot cards inserted into the opponent's eyes.

He originally wanted to take back all the thrown "flying knife" and erase the corresponding clues, but he found a very realistic and serious problem.

That is, he has no dark vision.

He was able to rush on his way in the dark sewer and fight fiercely with Ranrus, relying on spiritual vision!

He could see the color of the aura of the Lanceus, the spiritual brilliance of various creatures, and vaguely grasp the place they "illuminate" to distinguish the path.

Unfortunately, the tarot card he is using now is not the one from the Night Watch Team. It has no spiritual silver patterns, ordinary and has no characteristics.

In such an environment, Klein can use his aura color and spiritual brilliance to distinguish the outlines of things in a small range around him, but he cannot see the cards stuck on the wall and scattered everywhere at a distance, just now he and Ranhs fought fiercely, and were not limited to a certain place.

Of course, he believed that it was not too difficult to find the tarot cards thrown out by giving himself enough time, but the point of the problem was that the night watchman who was chasing Lahlus and the military personnel on the airship might arrive in the next minute!

You can't be careless about this... I've been wearing gloves... This tarot card was bought before Beckland, and it's a national unified model... I have basically never used it... Even if I carry it with me, it's mostly put together with Mr. Azker's copper whistle... No matter what method I use, it's difficult to locate me through them. At most, I can restore some of the battle scenes, and I have a mask on my face and my shoes are raised... Various ideas flashed instantly, and Klein quickly made a decision.

He turned to the headless corpse of Ranhös, squatted down, poked out his right palm wearing black gloves, and quickly searched for the remaining items on the other party.

Klein did not have the idea of ​​conducting a psychic ritual. First, the feeling of the evil god coming before impressed him. He did not dare to blindly communicate the spirit of Ranrus unless he brought it to the gray fog. Second, when the night watchmen and military personnel could arrive at any time, he did not feel that he had enough time to arrange the ritual, summon himself, respond to himself, and then communicate with the spirit on the gray fog.

Give up if it should... Klein silently said to himself, and took his hand back from Ranrus.

The crazy fraudster seemed to run away in a hurry, without cash, without materials, without spells, and only had an eyeball-sized badge on his body, with light and thin spiritual light shining quietly.

Klein was not afraid that the item could be positioned because he planned to throw it on the fog and study it slowly, so he stood up and put the badge into his pocket.

He stared at the body of Ranhös, and did not wait for the extraordinary characteristics to be released. He took out the remaining tarot cards with his left palm wearing black gloves.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his left arm and put his palm directly above the body of Ranhös.

Suddenly, Klein let the tarot cards fall and cover the headless corpse like leaves. Some of them face upwards, with pictures and numbers on their backs, while some of them are dark red and their patterns appear.

After doing all this, Klein took out the Azker copper whistle and threw it a few more times, then ran towards the depths of the sewer without looking back.

After almost two minutes, figures finally found this place. Some of them were wearing thick black windbreakers, while others were wearing stylish and well-tailed military uniforms.

The leader was Crestai Cecima, who was carrying the pure bone sword. His red gloves were stained with dust, and his firm face showed obvious fatigue and weakness.

They stopped a few meters away from the body, and through the dark vision, they saw the body of Ranhös and the head located beside the wall.

There were two tarot cards stuck in his head, one was the "Emperor" and the other was the "Wheel of Destiny".

The surface of the headless corpse is covered with more cards, which are depicted on them, "the chariot driven by the victor", "the hermit wearing a robe and a lamp", "the god of death riding a white horse and a armor", and more Holy Grail digital cards, scepter digital cards, etc.

On the surrounding walls and ground, tarot cards such as "Demon Sun Judgment" are also inserted or lying.

All this looked like the scene of some strange ceremony, and Ranrus belonged to the sacrifice destined to be sacrificed.

Crestai Cecima took a breath silently, frowning tightly, and the extraordinary people around him were temporarily unable to come back to their senses by this terrifying and mysterious image in the dark environment.

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After moving away from the scene of Ranrus' death, Klein quickly found an exit to leave, pulled off the clown mask, and walked quickly towards the East District in the shadow of the gas street lights.

Before that, he had dealt with the stains on the soles of his shoes.

It was not until he entered the East Side and arrived at Black Palm Street that he breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly held a ceremony to summon himself and respond to himself in the one-bedroom house he rented.

Klein, in the spiritual state, moved the full set of clothes he wore tonight, the remaining spells, herbs, essential oils, and the badges obtained by Ranrus to the gray fog, and burned the corresponding clues with spiritual flames.

Huh... He breathed, and finally had the time to take a look at what the badge from Ranrus looked like.

The badge is only the size of an eyeball, with symbolic symbols of fate and concealment on the front, and behind it is a circle of compact and small ancient Hemis inscriptions:

“Hold this item and add it.”

What does it mean? Ranrus is still a member of a secret organization? Klein rubbed his forehead. When he was physically and mentally exhausted and the timing was not right, he decisively gave up his research and planned to wait for the Tarot party to think about it.

He quickly left the mysterious space above the gray fog, changed into another set of clothes, and removed the disguise he had made before.

However, he did not rush to return to Minsk Street and planned to sleep until the next morning before leaving. This was because it was easy to cause investigation when he was on the street after the early morning, and that incident happened just now.

Lying on the bed, Klein looked at the night when the moonlight was converging outside the window, and his heart gradually calmed down.

After completing the preliminary revenge, he felt that he had removed a lot of burdens and lost a lot of depression. His mental state was significantly better than the previous period.

"Ince Zangwell and the seal '0-08' are not something I can handle at the moment, and the gap is very large. Only by becoming a high-sequence powerhouse and a demigod and a half-human existence can we be qualified to incorporate this matter... Before we advance to Sequence 4, I will pretend that they do not exist..."

"Well, my goal for a long time in the future is to work hard to improve myself. I have completely digested the 'Joker' potion. If the extraordinary materials are collected, I can be promoted to 'Magician'."

"There will be the 'faceless man', 'Secret Master', and the corresponding sequence 4 of which I don't know yet."

"Apart from that, be a normal detective."

Klein was calm and thoughtful, thinking about the arrangements for the future period, no longer so impatient or so depressed.

As he thought about it, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he said silently:

"Captain, Benson, Melissa, you should prefer to see what I am now..."

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As soon as the sky was dawn, a group of people wearing surgical caps and white masks came to the door of the dockworkers Association's dormitory.

The old man in the lead, who was very experienced at first sight, said to the confused and confused residents:

"Your house has found an infectious disease, and a man named Kevin has passed away."

"We will provide free treatment. This infectious disease has special medicines, and as long as you take it in time, there will be no problem."

"Kevin?" One of the residents spoke in shock and looked around to find the colleague named Kevin, but no one noticed.

That is the pseudonym of Ranrus.

Seeing that the charitable medical organization was accompanied by a police officer who knew him, the guests no longer doubted and began to line up to receive the medicines in a nervous manner.

The first one was a middle-aged man with a big beard. He asked questions very nervously, fearing that a bottle of potion would not be able to fight against that kind of infectious disease.

It was not until the doctors showed impatientness that he drank the bottle of blue-colored special medicine.

Then, he was helped to the side and pointed his mouth at a hole of the same size.

Vomit! Vomit! Vomit! Vomit!

The man suddenly felt nauseous and vomited violently, spitting out a ball of sour, smelly and bloody stuff.

He was about to half-support his body and move his eyes to see what he had vomited, but was forcibly lifted away by two powerful nurses.

The mouth-sized hole was located on an iron-black metal bucket, with the bottom of the bucket being dim and deep, with almost no light.

And right there, a pool of yellow-green liquid was lying quietly. In the center of the liquid was a small piece of blood-colored meat, and the meat was covered with fine black hair!

Vomit! Vomit! Vomit! Vomit!

One of the residents took the medicine and vomited in pain in front of different metal buckets.

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Queens, in the luxurious villa of the Earl Hall's house.

"Why did you suddenly come to visit so early?" Audrey looked at the sky outside, then looked at Viscount Glylint in front of her and said.

Glylint looked around and found a big golden dog squatting next to him, so he lowered his voice:

"I originally planned to go to the racetrack, but I met Cons on the way. He told me something very interesting. It was really interesting. I thought I would pass by here, so I came over to share it with you."

"What's the matter?" Audrey asked with interest.

Glylint answered without paying attention to the word:

"You must have heard of the Aurora Society, right? It was the Aurora Society that assassinated Ambassador Intis. They were caught and several important members died. A very big plot failed because of this."

I thought it was something that involved the divine nature of the "Real Creator". Hugh they asked someone to report it last evening, and it happened to be in action at night... Wait, the Aurora worshipped the "Real Creator"! Audrey's eyes lit up and asked with a reserved look:

"What kind of plan?"

"I don't know, Cons refused to say it. He only told me that the person in charge of this plot was a wanted fraudster named Ranrus." Glylint spread his right hand.

Sure enough... Audrey nodded invisibly and asked without hiding herself curiosity:

"Has he been caught?"

"He died, but not at our hands." Glylint paused, "This is what I said very interesting. When his body was found, it was covered with many tarot cards, and so were around. Imagine that scene..."

Tarot cards? The corpse covered with many tarot cards. Audrey was stunned at first, and then "understand":

This is what we "Tarot Will" did!

This is done by Mr. "Follower"!
Chapter completed!