The woman who suddenly appeared in front of Klein like a female ghost blinked a few times and then disappeared.
This... Klein was a little surprised, but remembering that Ian was still beside him, he didn't make any more drastic moves. He just coughed a few times and pretended to be uncomfortable.
"Mr. Moriarty, are you okay?" Ian turned back, his bright red eyes looked at Klein, who was covering his mouth with his left hand, and asked softly.
"Ahem, cough." After wearing a human skin mask for a long time, Klein, whose face was no longer able to express effectively, gave a stiff smile and said with a strange expression, "It's not a big problem, it's just the influence of some extraordinary items."
Ian, who has rich experience and knows some things he should ask and some things he shouldn't ask, nodded ignorantly, then turned his head back and continued to observe the scenery outside the window.
It is now close to ten o'clock in the middle of the night, but the streets near Backlund Bridge are filled with a steady flow of people. They are walking out of the factory exit, subway platform, and small dock gate, and finally converge on the road perpendicular to Backlund Bridge.
On the main road.
Their expressions were cold, their eyes were lifeless, and their heads were dyed red by the crimson moonlight. From a distance, they looked like puppets controlled by the full moon.
Of course, today is not a blood moon.
............
Klein had separated from Ian and returned to the second floor of the apartment. Klein, who was washing up in the bathroom, turned on the faucet and felt the coldness of the water with his hands. He half-bent his palms and picked up the water one by one, draining the water clearly.
on his own face.
The splashing sound disappeared as Klein's movements slowed down. He shook off the water droplets on his hand, and was about to pick up the towel hanging on the wall hook to the side, but his movement stagnated and he was stunned.
In place.
The woman he had glimpsed accidentally on the carriage appeared again. She was floating in the mirror that was rippling like water waves, her azure eyes silently staring at her employer.
Suddenly, for the first time, she appeared to be alive like a doll.
She raised her hands slightly, lifted up the hem of her skirt, leaned forward slightly, and gave Klein a standard court salute.
With a crash, the towel in Klein's hand slipped from his fingers and fell on the wet ground, stained with a little bit of inconspicuous mud.
This time he didn't hide his surprise at all, and even made mistakes in his body movements enhanced by the "Joker".
Because of the precedent on the carriage, he never turned off his spiritual vision after returning to the apartment. But under such circumstances, the bodyguard he hired for 1,000 pounds silently appeared in his apartment again.
before.
My spiritual intuition didn't even respond... Under the silent gaze of this lady, Klein sluggishly picked up the towel that fell on the floor.
This should also be because this lady has no ill intentions towards me, otherwise my spiritual intuition would be triggered when "Secret" wanted to "prank" me. How could a mid-sequence Extraordinary be more secretive than the True God?
But is this lady really a member of the "Rose School"?
Although apart from the hidden malice and madness, it is difficult for me to find any manifestations of cult characteristics in Maric, but this lady...
Not only does she look like an exquisite doll, but her behavior just now also seems to have received professional aristocratic education. It can be said that she is very classy. Even if she appears at some dances, she will not arouse suspicion. The most important thing is that this lady
She is not like those "witches". Although she is beautiful, she has a depraved temperament.
Because the thoughts in his mind were a little scattered, Klein might not have noticed that he actually stared at this young lady for two seconds.
Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in the blue eyes of the young lady in the mirror, and her figure disappeared. The entire picture suddenly dimmed, and the illusory water waves that had been rippling disappeared.
Klein, who had already stood upright, tentatively opened the faucet and washed the towel that he accidentally dropped on the floor. Some traces of shock could still be seen in his eyes.
This is simply like the scenes described in those novels. When the protagonist is in danger, he asks a female ghost to help him, and finally completes...
No, what am I thinking... He hung the washed towel back on the shelf. His right hand, still stained with water drops, rubbed the surface of the human skin mask, and his left hand touched the place where Azik was placed.
In the pocket of Bronze Whistle.
If the opponent is really a being similar to the undead, he must be more or less affected by this copper whistle that may have a secret connection with the path of death.
A strange feeling of coldness and softness spread across Klein's fingertips, but the small bathroom still looked normal, with no trace of the extraordinary.
It seems that he is not an Extraordinary of the "Corpse Collector" path, but he is indeed a member of the Rose School of Thought and the same path as Maric.
But why, I remember isn’t this path often called a heterogeneous species? How could such a thing exist?
Klein, who once took the opportunity to browse a lot of information behind Chanis Gate, recalled the parts in his memory with some confusion.
He walked out of the bathroom, sat on the bed in the apartment, and fell into deep thought.
His face couldn't move at all, and there was an elusive female ghost next to him, so he had to wear this damn human skin mask and sleep all night.
............
Intis Embassy, Ambassador's Office.
Backlund was leaning on the brown leather seat, playing with a pure gold jewelry in his hand, but his pale eyes were staring at the closed door in front of him, as if he was waiting for something.
Click.
A few minutes later, the dark wooden door was slowly pushed open. Rosago, who was wearing a black formal suit, blue eyes, black hair, and a beard on his chin, had an expressionless face and held a copy wrapped in a brown paper bag in his hand.
file, and quickly walked to Beckron's desk.
"I got this from the informant." He glanced at the "toy" in Backlund's hand, with a somewhat unhappy tone, and casually threw the paper bag on the table.
Backlund, who was playing with pure gold jewelry, had a smile on his face, and gently placed the jewelry in his hand on the table, then took away the paper bag, unwrapped the thread seal wrapped around it, and pulled out the documents inside.
"Good job." He examined the contents of the document, the smile on his lips became more and more obvious, and the joy in his heart was directly displayed on his face.
If Detective Zerrell is still alive, he will definitely find that this is the manuscript of the third generation difference engine that he has always longed for!
The document is covered with fair and scrawled fonts, and there is only a continuous cursive signature at the end, which takes up a large part of the space.
"Tulani von Hermoshuen."
This genius who won the title of the greatest scientist after Emperor Russell, the father of the second-generation difference engine, was actually the author of this document.
As if holding some treasure, Backlund carefully put the document in his hand back into the paper bag and sealed it again.
This process is extremely slow, and it can be seen everywhere that he attaches great importance to this document, but the more it goes like this, the more angry Rosago feels in his heart, and the dull sound of blood flowing through his ears fills his ears, making him almost unable to calm down.
think.
His hand suddenly pressed on the paper bag that had been put back on the table by Beckron. He supported the table with both hands and gritted his teeth and said:
"Since you have planted spies on Fusac's side, why didn't you activate them earlier?"
The light in front of him was obviously suppressed by the extremely oppressive posture, but Beckron seemed not to feel any pressure at all, lazily leaning on the leather chair back, with the smile still on his lips.
"If I activated him first, how could we erase the lurkers secretly cultivated by Fusak in Backlund?"
"And even if we can kill the detective named Zerrell, we may not be able to get the documents so smoothly. Fusac, who has lost his minions and targets, will never fully help us share the burden of MI9."
Firepower'."
Every word he said was true, and his sharp rhetorical questions blocked Rosago's next words.
Rosago's chest rose and fell, revealing the emotions he had been hiding.
Just now, in order to take away the document that he had been staring at for a long time, he went deep into the radiation zone of the Fusac Embassy alone without a spy. When he contacted the spy, he was directly monitored by the spy who was also watching from the side.
MI9 found out and almost couldn't escape.
Including the items and secret puppets he had lost before, this mission had caused Rosago to lose too much personal wealth, and it had greatly depleted his strength.
"I will deal with the bounty hunter hired by Zreal and Ian Wright as soon as possible. He has been watched by us for a long time." He clenched his fists, but could not say anything after all. Finally, at Beckron's
With a teasing look in his eyes, he walked out of the office on his own.
In the splendid corridor, Rosago, who was walking swiftly and swiftly, suddenly stopped and stared at the red moon outside the glass window in the distance, his handsome face gradually becoming ferocious.
............
"O dragon, O dragon, O dragon that swims the sea."
The elves' nursery rhymes kept echoing, but the ethereal and distant songs were like the screams of resentful souls, causing Alger's eardrums to hurt.
He could feel something changing in the air, and spiritual power was spreading along with the songs.
"Is this the ability of the 'Ocean Singer'?" Alger, who had seen similar abilities in Captain Punisher, frowned, and the muscles on his face twitched. After a burst of pain, his left hand regained its mobility.
Instead, the two ears seemed to be spasming, and blue-black lines appeared under the skin.
By actively enduring the severe pain, he actively replaced the parts that were deprived of mobility by the sealed object.
Now he could almost no longer hear normal sounds in his ears, but there was a sharp tinnitus that kept echoing, causing him to frown.
Although losing his hearing in a possible battle will weaken his ability to cope, Alger, who has heard a little about the singing of the "Ocean Singer", knows very well that if he allows that weird elf nursery rhyme to echo in his ears, he will be hurt at any time.
He could be killed suddenly without even seeing the murderer's face!
The invisible song floated in the humid air. With only his eyesight and sense of smell left, Alger carefully observed his surroundings and quickly switched perspectives.
Suddenly, a round drop of water floated in the unchanging air.
One, two, three. In Alger's slightly horrified gaze, water droplets the size of fingertips were constantly protruding from the surface of his skin, and they were even gradually gaining color.
Light pink water droplets floated in front of his eyes, and the faint smell of blood was extremely obvious.