In the room filled with the empty fragrance of "Amanda" pure dew and "Eye of Spirit" potion, Kaping's subordinates were manipulated by Klein, who was possessed, and kept reciting the name of "Fool".

Amid the monotonous but rhythmic whispers and the fragrance that makes people unable to concentrate, the man's mental body gradually dissipates, and his whole body becomes confused but maintains a certain degree of strange awakening, as if he is hypnotizing himself.

With the "help" of Klein in the spirit body, and with the feedback from the chanting of the name of "Follower", he gradually entered the state of "artificial sleepwalking". The astral spirit body approached the gray fog at infinite heights, and approached the mysterious place above the gray fog.

Klein seized this opportunity, ended his summoning, returned to the towering and ancient palace, and sat in a position belonging to the "fool".

He saw a clear light swaying around him, outlining the illusory figure of Kaping's subordinate. The mysterious space was affected by the ritual and had a slight shock. Some force was pierced and was slowly flowing.

Klein picked up the "Black Emperor" card and let a paper man flash in his palm.

His wrist trembled, and the paper man flew out, absorbing the little force pierced from the gray fog, and turned into a man wearing a gray-black cap and a thick cotton coat. He was exactly the same as Kaping's subordinate, with no difference in his breath and feeling.

The paper man overlapped with the target phantom, and instead endured the mysterious and unknown restrictions in the spirit body.

At the same time, Klein held the "Black Emperor" card in his hand, spreading his spirituality and touched the phantom of Kapin's subordinates outlined by the bright light.

This is an application of the Michel element. The weak human beings are a little bit aligned with the great beings, feel the corresponding knowledge, and gain a wonderful spiritual experience. Unlike normal, here, Klein plays the role of the great being.

In this close fit state, interaction is corresponding. Humans can obtain knowledge of great existence, and great existences can naturally read out the desired scene by asking questions.

If Klein hadn't mastered the extraordinary ability of the spiritual realm, he could have used this to make hints.

"What are the powerful people in Kaping Villa?" Klein asked through his interactive spirituality.

The phantom passed on the scene in memory without any resistance, making Klein feel like he was watching a holographic movie:

The man wearing a baseball cap stood in the room fearfully and respectfully, with a middle-aged gentleman in a black tuxedo and a white hair cover in front of him.

The gentleman has a long and serious face, and his mouth is naturally pursed, giving people an extremely cold feeling.

He followed the gold bracelet and took out the pocket watch of the same color, pressed it and looked at it, then spoke in a deep voice:

"Look at me."

The man wearing a baseball cap raised his head without disobedience and looked forward and said:

"Yes, Mr. Heras."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a pair of eyes flashing with strange light and heard command-like words:

"Keep the secret!

"You can't leak anything you see and hear in this villa to people outside."

The man wearing a baseball cap trembled for no reason, feeling that he had to do what the other party told him.

He lowered his head again and said:

"Yes, Mr. Heras."

...

The man in a baseball cap carried a coma girl along the stairs to the entrance of the underground area.

There was a small room separated by a bearded man with no age in the seat.

The bearded man had a pair of cold and terrifying blue eyes, holding a fine velvet cloth in his hand, and was carefully wiping the off-white complex rifle placed on the table.

The rifle was thick and long, and connected to a huge mechanical box of the same color through pipes.

This is a high pressure steam rifle!

This is a military control product!

"Mr. Beris..." The man in the baseball cap lowered his head and said hello with preparation.

...

The man wearing a baseball cap entered the neatly arranged building, like a prison, and locked the unconscious girl in one of the small rooms and reluctantly touched the other's sensitive parts.

He locked the door of the house, returned to the corridor, and lifted the lantern assigned to himself.

At this moment, he saw a figure walking slowly from the depths of the corridor at the other end.

The figure seemed to be able to see through the darkness and did not carry any lighting devices.

The man wearing a baseball cap used the light of the lantern and found that it was a woman in her thirties.

The woman wore a brown hood that was raised in the middle, a thin white shirt and strap trousers, and a pair of cowhide boots that reached the knees.

There were a few old scars on her face, and a cruel smile always appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The man in the baseball cap lowered his head in shock and fear, and stuttered:

"Ms. Katy..."

The woman ignored him and approached step by step, as if he was just a piece of air.

When the lady called Katie left, the man in the baseball cap curled his lips and said:

"Bitch! You must be more erratic than a prostitute when you go to bed!"

He pushed his crotch, lifted the lantern, and left the underground area.

...

The man wearing a baseball cap met two men in the grand and golden hall.

One of them is 1.65 meters tall, with a fat figure and no characteristics, but his eyes are always terrifying. The other one is in his early 1.70s and is quite old-fashioned with a little head-up pattern. His nose is tall and straight, his brown eyes are bright, and he looks no intimidating.

"Mr. Kaping..." The man in the baseball cap first greeted the middle-aged man who was a little fat, and then said to another person, "Mr. Parker..."

...

The light of the morning shone in, and the man wearing a baseball cap met a cold middle-aged gentleman called Mr. Heras at the entrance of the underground area.

Heras, wearing a white hair condom, glanced at him standing respectfully beside him, stretched out his right palm indifferently, aimed at the entrance of the underground area, and spoke majestic and lowly:

“Confinement!”

Silently, the surrounding feeling was subtle.

...

There are four extraordinary people in total, at least four... The strongest one should be Mr. Heras, with at least sequence 6, and even sequence 5... I don't know what the path is, and it is somewhat similar to the "Black Emperor" path... Relying on order, I promulgated the law? According to the scene just now, it can be preliminary judged that the ban is only aimed at the underground area and does not include the entire villa. It is also true that people come and go during the day. Once banned, it will be too troublesome to enter and exit... I don't know if it is the same at night... Klein analyzed the information he just obtained and asked again:

“What is the overall layout of the villa?”

He quickly received feedback and saw the magnificent hall, the elegant and spacious restaurant, the corridors running through the first floor, as well as the bathroom, the underground area and other scenes.

Through them, Klein pieced together the general layout of Kaping villa in his mind.

Feeling the consumption of spirituality, he asked the last question:

"Which big guys Kaping has close contact with?"

The scene presented to him was the magnificent hall just now, with half-time girls crawling to serve alcoholic drinks to the guests, or letting them beat and scold them, or being directly pulled to a secluded place and being tortured.

They are not old, with painful and numb expressions, a little slow, or not enthusiastic enough, Kaping's waiters or maids will whip them with whips.

These servants witnessed the scene of sin without any sympathy, rushing to express themselves in an attempt to gain praise.

Among the guests, Klein saw Kapin, the indifferent Mr. Heras, a member of the House of Commons who often went to newspapers, and a fat man known as the Deputy Director...

...

That was a deputy director of the Beckland Police Department? This was the senior management of the police department... none of the servants were good... Also, the villa must have been screened and trustworthy... Klein rubbed his forehead and stopped the close fit. The man in the cap was just a small leader, and at most he could know or participate in these things.

Until this time, the mysterious and unknown limit was still not touched.

Klein ended the ceremony and let the other party disappear into the gray fog, and he immediately returned to the real world.

In the room with an ethereal and illusory smell, he sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the man in the baseball cap unconscious on the ground, analyzed the feasibility of the performance based on the information he had just obtained, and thought about one plan after another.

Finally, Klein had a certain idea and said silently:

“Maybe it’s okay if you don’t need help…

"The helper will drag me down and make it inconvenient for me to escape in danger.

"It's very important to choose the right time."

…………

Nearly fifty minutes later, a man wearing a black and gray baseball cap appeared in the East District and headed straight to the streets controlled by the Zmange Party.

As soon as he saw several plateau people with dark skin, thin and fierce faces, he immediately moved closer and pretended not to look at the road, and bumped into one of them.

"Damn it! You trash!" The man in the baseball cap cursed loudly and punched the other party.

The plateau people who already like to fight were not outdone.

During this process, the man in the baseball cap pulled out his dagger, and the people in the plateau also showed off their weapons.

Puchi!

During the battle, a dagger could not be avoided and inserted into the man in the cape's neck, hitting the artery vessels.

The man in the cap fell down, and bright red blood was open around his head.

He soon lost his life, and an illusory and transparent figure in his body disappeared.

Klein returned to the grey fog, using it as a springboard, reentered his body, and opened his eyes in the cheap hotel in Joewood District.

He handled the remaining traces and went to the front desk to exit the room.

All the way back to Minsk Street, Klein entered the grey fog again.

He wants to divine a simple but critical message!

He lifted the pen and wrote a line of words:
Chapter completed!