"So, aren't we going back to the apartment?" Klein looked at the scenery outside the car window, looking at the bungalows with their own gardens. He turned sideways to Mr. Aiglon, who was sitting upright in the leather armchair, and asked softly.
Next to this gentleman was a wooden cabinet filled with various fine wines, but he always maintained his standard military sitting posture, closing his eyes and meditating.
Now, his brows, which had finally calmed down, suddenly started to wrinkle again.
"Now go back to the apartment and you will meet directly with the MI9 agent."
"Why, do you want to go to the headquarters of MI9 to experience the special service of 'Interrogator'?"
No, I think it would be better for me to return to the apartment later... I hope the MI9 agents won't steal the clothes and change I put in my suitcase like the police elsewhere.
Although he thought so, Klein still adjusted his sitting posture and tried to look more serious.
"So where do we go now?"
Mr. Aigron, who had his eyes tightly closed, suddenly moved his neck, stared at Klein's eyes with his blue eyes, and pointed out the window.
"Wander around as you like. We'll go back to the apartment after daylight."
ah!!!
The luxurious carriage suddenly slowed down, and a shrill scream pierced the tranquility of the night.
The air, filled with the smell of coal ash and the choking light yellow mist, was mixed with a faint smell of blood for no apparent reason.
Since he no longer concealed his identity, Mr. Aigron, who had been acting as neatly as a soldier, quickly turned his head, and with his right hand, he skillfully pulled out a revolver from under his formal jacket.
Silently, his eyes were dyed with a layer of gold again. From the unique perspective of the "Dream Walker", everything outside the carriage window seemed to become clearer and slower.
With his free left hand, he patted the barrier between the carriage and the coachman, and whispered:
"Stop here, let's get off now."
As he spoke, he waved his hand back again, signaling Klein to follow his movements, and they jumped out of the slowing carriage together.
With the help of the "Joker"'s ability, Klein silently landed with a chain-blade cane in one hand and a revolver in the other. He tapped his toes and slowly moved to Mr. Agron's side.
"Why are we getting off here?" Klein, who had silently turned on his spiritual vision and placed his right thumb against the joint of the chain-blade cane, lowered his voice and barely moved his lips.
Mr. Aigron, who was examining something with his eyes constantly moving, slowly lowered the revolver held in one hand and said without moving his head:
"The aura of 'devil' is nearby."
"demon"?
Klein, who had only heard Dunn tell about similar cases, cheered up and held the chain-blade cane with his right hand harder.
He glanced at Aiglon, who was already jogging forward, and immediately followed him.
I heard that "demons" have all kinds of evil abilities and are very good at frontal combat...and...while he was running, he lowered his head slightly and looked at the cane in his hand, feeling even heavier.
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Judging from the power stimulated when used, that filthy aura undoubtedly comes from the "devil". If just a weapon without the support of extraordinary characteristics can have such great destructive power, then the real "devil"...
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Klein, who was on guard with Aigron and rushed in the direction where the smell of blood was stronger, instantly quickened his pace, leaned towards Aigron and whispered:
"Does the 'Devil' have any weaknesses?"
The former military major, who was running with a gun in a standard posture, was stunned for a moment, and then explained reluctantly:
"I don't know very well, but 'demons' are usually able to detect in advance the malicious intent against themselves. If you want to cause harm to them, you can hardly rely on traps."
He swallowed a little, his lips were chapped after not drinking water for a long time, and his pace continued to quicken, and he continued:
"Moreover, different 'demons' have different performance in some characteristics. Their abilities will produce different effects. They may be more suitable for melee combat, and some may be more suitable for sneak attacks."
Do "demons" all have different abilities?
Aren't the abilities of Extraordinary all derived from Extraordinary characteristics? Why would the same Extraordinary characteristics create different abilities in different "demon"? Klein's brows gradually furrowed.
After just resting in the carriage, his spirituality recovered a little, and the "mystery" also helped him suppress the negative effects of the human skin mask, otherwise his remaining spirituality would not be able to support him in a battle.
Soon, under the leadership of the experienced Mr. Agron, they turned into a dark alley.
The smell of blood here is even stronger, and even the corpses killed by the sulfur fireballs are now emitting wisps of steaming blood mist.
Deep in the alley, a female corpse had its abdominal flesh and blood ripped out, exposing a mass of internal organs and two ribs on the right side. It was hanging miserably on a trash can full of garbage, with its head hanging down weakly.
This... Klein frowned and kept turning his eyes, carefully searching for possible potential spiritual light in the perspective blessed by spiritual vision.
"No need, that 'devil' has left." Mr. Aigron, who was standing silently on one side, suddenly put down the revolver in his hand, his eyes still shining with a faint golden light, and he walked towards the body in a hurry.
Klein, who almost pulled out the chain-blade cane, was slightly startled. After a few seconds of silence, he retracted the revolver. At the same time, he climbed onto the cane with his left hand, silently applying force and rotating his wrist.
A straight sword composed of dozens of blades was pulled out from the round scabbard, and crimson flames ignited.
Holding the sword in his right hand, Klein pointed diagonally at the ground, holding the scabbard of the chain-blade cane tightly in his left hand, and slowly followed Mr. Aigron's pace.
After walking in, everything on the trash can appeared clearer in the eyes of Klein, who had been given a certain amount of night vision by spiritual vision, and the details hidden in the night were also exposed.
This female corpse, which had lost most of its internal organs, was not only attacked by sulfur flames, but her neck was also pierced by sharp teeth, and her trachea was completely exposed to the air. As for the missing flesh and blood in her abdomen, it should have been after death.
torn apart.
I'm afraid this is the real reason for this lady's death... Klein lowered his gaze, breathed a sigh of relief, and shook his head slightly.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have been contaminated by the cursed aura mixed in the flames and died after being attacked by the sulfur flames. However, the garbage scattered around and the scratches everywhere showed that this lady had tried to resist.
There is no doubt that she is an Extraordinary, a low-sequence wild Extraordinary.
In fact, all this does not require special analysis, because Aigron, who was one step ahead, had already placed the female corpse neatly on the ground and picked out a ball of extraordinary properties that had just separated from her neck and shone with pale light.
"Just after death, the 'demon' fled directly..." He silently looked at the details of the wounds on the corpse and couldn't help but sigh.
Then, he put his left hand on his knees, exerted his strength with his arms, stood up from the ground and looked at the deep scratches on the surrounding walls. He kept throwing up and catching the extraordinary properties obtained from the female corpse.
After observing for a long time, he withdrew his gaze and said to Klein beside him:
"This is the crazy Ripper you saw in the papers this morning."
I always thought it was just a "serial killer"... Klein raised his eyebrows slightly, and the flames on the chain-blade straight sword in his hand were extinguished, leaving only a choking smell of sulfur.
He carefully put away the weapons he had spent a lot of money to buy, and then raised his head and asked:
"Has MI9 been involved in relevant investigations?"
Aiglon, who had a somewhat relaxed brow, suddenly frowned as if he was electrocuted, and looked sharply at Sherlock Moriarty, whose identity was suspicious.
"This is not something you should care about."
"What should we do with this body? Should we notify the police now?" Feeling an invisible pressure coming on, Klein tried his best to control his expression and pointed in the direction of the body with the cane in his hand "indifferently".
Change the topic.
The gold in his eyes disappeared, and Aigron, whose blue eyes were no longer sharp, looked away and walked out of the alley.
"Don't worry, the police will find the body here tomorrow. You don't want to stay at the police station today, right?"
Aigron's lonely figure gradually became farther away, and the reflection in Klein's eyes became clearer.
There seems to be some secret hidden about the Ripper.
............
In the apartment room where an assassination occurred before midnight, MI9's investigation did not leave any trace here. It only took away the blood stains left on the ground by Rosago's body. In addition to the damage caused by the chain blade cane on the ground,
Except for the moved chairs, this place seems to be no different than when the owner is away.
Now, the less blazing sunshine has risen from the east, and the long-lost warmth once again radiates to this capital city that is always shrouded in mist. The warm and faint golden light slips into the room from the half-opened window.
A piece of his own mark is sprinkled in the vast space.
Snap.
With a soft sound, Klein, who was wearing a double-breasted coat and carrying a gold-encrusted cane, opened the carefully closed door and walked into the room slowly.
He looked at everything in the room, his ice-blue eyes kept turning, and finally stopped on the sofa where Rosago once sat, and let out a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, MI9 looks down on my little things... Fortunately, I put the things I bought from the party hosted by Mr. "Eye of Wisdom" above the gray fog in advance, otherwise I would have just come back.
You will be invited to tea by MI9.
He had just experienced a chaotic night. Now he just wanted to wash his face and fall asleep. He didn't want to think about anything else.
He took off his coat awkwardly and turned left with familiar movements until he walked towards the bathroom.
I don’t know if the bodyguard has been implicated by me. She must have left... Klein, who put his hands under the running faucet and looked up at the mirror on the wall, suddenly stopped where he was.