The air in Backlund today is not very good, even in previous records, it can be ranked high.
Mark, who inherited the job of coachman in the garbage dump from his father, struggled to drag the sack in his hand and slowly dragged it from one end to the cart in the center of the garbage dump.
The moist smell of soot mixed with the smell of rotten and stinky meat tortured his already sensitive nose and made his already unhealthy body even weaker.
"Is this the last car today?" Another worker at the garbage dump, Kulaf, rubbed his big hands on the hemp coat he was wearing, as if he wanted to scrape off all the dirt in his palms.
Mark, whose hair was already half gray and whose muscles were well-developed but abnormally distributed, slammed the sack onto the cart, shook his hand, half yawned and half sighed:
"If no other cars come, this should be the last car today. Anyway, I haven't heard that there are any guests today."
As he said this, the burly man who was aging prematurely wiped his hands, paused for a moment, and then rolled his eyes, remembering something he seemed to have forgotten.
Looking at his recollection, Kulav, who was relatively short in stature and not so muscular, couldn't help but open his eyes wide and said with some fear:
"There shouldn't be any more, right? Ever since that old gentleman gave us a big order, it's become quite difficult for us to deal with it. Now I have nightmares every night."
He lowered his voice and looked around. At the end of the sentence, he almost vomited because he recalled his work during the day.
After thinking for a while, the muscular Mark relaxed his body and continued to wipe his hands.
"There should be no more. That club hasn't sent any orders recently. That should be all there is today."
Phew... After hearing the affirmative answer, Kurav let out a long, unobtrusive breath, and walked away from the cart, planning to change clothes just like that.
"I'll leave the rest to you. I really can't do it today."
He walked with a heavy gait, step by step, and finally stopped where he was, fell headlong, and fell to the ground.
At the trolley behind him, Mark, who had been very energetic just now, now let go of his hands that had just grasped the handle of the trolley, and fell into the arms of a man wearing a clown mask and a dark gray worker's uniform.
At the man's feet, a talisman made of pure silver reflected the light of the red moon and gradually disintegrated.
Little bits of silver light flashed, and the flying particles gradually disappeared. It seemed that the sacrifice had been completed and flew to the higher heaven.
This man was none other than Klein who had gone through three disguises. Because it was a covert operation, he did not bring the chain-blade cane he had just purchased, but placed it with his clothes in the hotel room in the East District.
Lacking the means of attack, he had been hiding in the darkness of the garbage dump. It was not until he was completely sure that only two workers were still here that he used the ability of the "Joker" to cunningly throw out a few sleeping charms, confuse
Killed these two workers.
It's a pity that the talisman I made is not as good as the original... Klein looked at the place where the talisman fell just now and put it down gently. Because he suddenly "fell asleep", he almost fell into the cart and was dragged in by himself.
Mark in his arms began to flip through his pockets.
He glanced around cautiously and said to the air next to him:
"Can you please help monitor the situation nearby?"
"I want to channel now."
The bodyguard lady with blond hair and blue eyes suddenly appeared in the air. Her thin body and too pale skin appeared against the background of the red moon and pitch black, looking more like a ghost than ever before.
But her delicate face and calm expression might make people mistake her for some holy soul.
She nodded without moving, and immediately disappeared again, but Klein could already feel some changes in the surrounding environment, becoming colder and colder, as if there were undead spirits lingering around.
Because he didn't know how much power the talisman he made could achieve its original power, Klein slowly breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around, looked at the two sleepy workers, and decided to channel the spirit and drive the carriage first. He seemed to know more.
Mark.
He skillfully created a spiritual wall, and with the help of the barrier around him, he almost silently prayed to the "mystery" and directly started the channeling ceremony.
In the fragrance of the tranquility potion, Klein once again experienced the strange feeling of reviving the human soul.
But this time he did not look at the magical and hazy scenes around him, but went directly into the "storm" surrounding Mark's spirit body, facing his confused spirit.
"I want to know where the rotting corpse found at the entrance of the garbage plant was transported from?"
"What happened behind the scenes?"
Listening to Klein's calm voice, the confused Mark opened his mouth without any hesitation. After two seconds of silence, he slowly recounted his memories.
"It was from the Golden Rose Club, a dance club in the Jowood district. We received orders from them and started pulling garbage from there."
"That day, because there were too many things in the car and the road was not easy to walk, the body fell out."
"Fortunately, the police didn't know the specific situation. They just asked a few questions and left. However, the reporters often came to ask questions, which was very annoying."
Golden Rose Club, dance hall?
Isn't this just that kind of place... Klein, who had heard of many similar cases on the Internet but didn't think he would encounter them in person, was startled for a moment, and then the floating spirit frowned.
Why is it Jowood District? Most of the corpses were found near Backlund Bridge. And judging from the photos in the newspaper, those corpses looked more like traces of corrosion caused by something, not signs of normal decomposition at all.
As a former "keyboard strongman", Klein is naturally keen on these things and continued to ask:
"Is the club you just told your companions about the Golden Rose?"
"What about the order entrusted by the old gentleman?"
"That club is the Golden Rose. We signed a contract with them. Yes, we signed a contract. We have to help them deal with the leftover meat from the dance hall and some troublesome things." Mark's blank eyes regained a little brilliance.
, but still answered Klein's questions mechanically, speaking faster and in a more natural manner.
The troublesome thing is probably these corpses... They should not just be transported to the garbage dump, otherwise even if there is very little traffic here, they will be discovered sooner or later... The corners of Klein's mouth gradually turned up, because it was a spirit.
The body, the brown eyes that had lost all disguise narrowed into a slit.
"That old gentleman, what's going on with him?"
He looked at Mark, who seemed to have regained consciousness and was about to wake up. The spirituality on the surface of his body spread, and he was ready to retreat at any time.
Mark, who was in a psychic state and had always acted ignorant, suddenly frowned and his face became painful.
"Old gentleman, old gentleman, I don't remember his appearance. He only asked us to help deal with the garbage in a few sewers...I, I..."
Klein's spiritual intuition began to vibrate when he saw Mark, whose expression became ferocious, who arched his waist, holding his head and wailing.
not good!
Klein, who had experienced many psychic overturns, immediately changed his mind. His spirit body instantly returned to his real body, and he felt a little cold on the side of his cheek.
He suddenly turned his head, only to find that the cold-looking bodyguard lady was standing beside him, her blue eyes reflecting the figure struggling on the ground.
In silence, the young lady's figure suddenly faded, as if being drawn into Mark's eyes on the ground by some kind of gravity.
Is this possession? Finding that his bodyguard was acting more and more like a female ghost, Klein stood there with the remaining talisman in his hand.
It turns out that this is what "Secret" means by "resentful soul"... Klein recalled the term he heard above the gray fog that day, but ignored it at the time, and secretly observed that it had emerged from Mark.
The bodyguard lady who came out nodded secretly.
"He was given a hint. Your question just touched the key point of the hint." The bodyguard lady who had been following Klein like an observer said without warning,
hint?
Klein felt a little scared for a moment when he listened to the bodyguard's clear and ethereal voice.
Ever since he traveled here, there seemed to be hints and other things around him, and there were arrangements everywhere, causing Klein to even suffer from PTSD.
"Is it still dangerous now?" Considering what he had encountered, Klein turned to the bodyguard lady beside him and asked.
The bodyguard lady, whose body was light-colored and translucent, swept her sight when she heard the sound, her azure eyes were clear and transparent, like natural sapphires.
Knowing that Klein was being stared at, she said in a hollow voice:
"As long as the other party doesn't deliberately look for it, they probably won't find it."
She glanced at Klein again, who had many disguises on his face, and continued:
"You have put on so many disguises, and the other party shouldn't be able to see who you really are."
Yes, after all, under this disguise, I still have the identity of Sherlock Moriarty, Klein Moretti, and even Zhou Mingrui... It seems to be because I think of Zhou Mingrui.
Name, he thought of another existence for no reason, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper.
Glancing at the two workers on the ground again and looking at their increasingly dishonest bodies, Klein nodded to the bodyguard.
Of the two people, one disappeared out of thin air, and the other slipped into the shadows nearby and lost track of them.
After more than ten seconds, Mark and Kraf, who were lying on the cold ground, slowly got up and looked at each other blankly, obviously having forgotten everything that had just happened.
On the street in the distance, a worker with a slightly stooped figure and an old face wearing a gray uniform was walking alone under the dim street lights. The shadow behind him was long and thin and had a strange shape, as if there was another worker.