The morning fog was always thick. Klein was leaning on a wooden chair in a dilapidated cafe in the East District, sipping the coffee in his hand and looking at the faintly visible two-story building across the road.
For safety reasons, after he sketched out the current appearance of Lanerwus yesterday, he just guided Mike around the dock for a week. After finding that there were really no clues, he only accepted him because nothing happened today and he needed to take action.
The employee paid 40% of the originally agreed employment price, which was two pounds.
When he returned to Mr. Agron's apartment yesterday, he met Ian, whom he had not seen for a few days. However, considering the actions that might take place recently, he subconsciously dismissed Ian's enthusiasm to help and only handed over a few coins.
After receiving the gold pound, he was asked to investigate the newly appointed "Patrick" of the dock union through the power of the Backlund gang.
In fact, with Ian as my guide, it is easier for me to move in the East District, but even with the assistance of a "double" and a chain blade cane, it is difficult for me to be sure that I can escape unharmed when encountering danger, let alone carrying a
A child with no fighting ability...
After learning the whereabouts of Lanrevus, Klein was not as excited as he imagined. Instead, he was surprisingly calm. After the initial trembling, he rationally analyzed the general situation.
Although the Aurora Society is also loyal to the "Secret" to a certain extent, and in the Tingen incident, the Aurora Society itself did not directly participate in the plan for the arrival of the true Creator, but was also used by Lanerwus. From this point of view, they seem to
They are also friendly forces.
But after combining it with the secret gaze that Klein felt yesterday, he has completely overturned this assumption.
From the beginning, one should not place hope on the Aurora Society. No matter what the reason is, Lanerwus has completed the advent ceremony of the true creator, and his current identity within the Aurora Society should be extremely subtle.
Maybe "Mystery" has the ability to make Aurora give up Lanerwus, but...
Klein subconsciously rubbed the four black spots on the back of his hand, and his thoughts penetrated the gray fog.
Although he has now accepted the reality that the "Secret" may be his half, this does not mean that he will completely leave his fate in the hands of the other party.
He kept in mind that although he was also "Zhou Mingrui", he was not the real "fool", or that the other party was not a "clown" who needed to be cautious. No matter whether the truth behind it was really as good as what he said,
No matter what, I can't give up the initiative in my hand.
With thoughts racing in his mind, Klein suddenly stood up, holding the gold-encrusted cane wrapped in linen tightly in his right hand wearing a pitch-black glove, and walked forward gently step by step.
Although the "Stand-in" and the chain-blade cane make up for the "Joker's" shortcomings in melee combat ability and initiative, the burden of spirituality still makes me act like an assassin and never actively pursue head-on combat...
Wearing a dark blue worker's uniform, Klein took off his human skin mask, and used a fake beard and low-quality cosmetics to carefully disguise his features. He walked calmly across the street. The face belonging to Klein Moretti felt the unfamiliar cold wind, and his eyes
Eyes narrowed slightly.
This is the first time since he came to Backlund that he has used his original appearance to act in the outside world.
Not far away from him, the tall man whom he had met yesterday was slamming the door and leaving with curses. Behind him, the union members wearing tattered coats hurriedly chased, and together they ran towards what Klein heard from Mr. Rand yesterday.
, the area that "Patrick" often visited was close to the sewer entrance.
Klein fell behind them, maintaining a distance but not enough to lose them, and followed them without any aggressiveness.
At the entrance to the sewer on the west side of the dock area, Klein stood beside a wooden house and looked from a distance. He didn't stop until he saw them entering the sewer.
If he guessed correctly, Lanervus should have run away again, and the two workers who were suspected of being members of the Aurora Society were looking for him.
Taking advantage of the shadow cast by the wooden house, Klein, who was holding the cane tightly in his right hand, frowned. After taking a few breaths, he restrainedly took out a coin from his pocket and tossed it up gently.
Going deep into the sewers will be dangerous... Klein took a deep look at the coin in his palm and slowly turned around and left.
He would linger here for a while until the two workers chasing Lanrewus came out.
After preliminary investigation, it was found that the sewer entrance here has no other exits, and the sewers connected to other districts have now become the focus of the church's observation. They should not take risks.
...
Backlund East District, west side of the pier.
On weekdays, he barely makes a living as a tailor, but because he has to take care of a certain "Rose Bishop" who cannot make a living on his own, he can only work part-time as a carpenter. At this time, he is squatting on the second floor of a building on the west side of the East District Pier.
Inside the small building, a wooden door with most of its frame falling off was repaired.
This is a cheap rental house that provides convenience to street girls. You can rent a bed here for only three pence for an hour. In this house, there are 15 similar beds, only on the second floor.
The environment seems to be better, there are only two in one room.
Fortunately, it was daytime, and Evan could still tolerate the faint fishy smell here. If it weren't for the fact that there was only one customer enjoying pleasure in another room on the second floor, he would even give up this business.
The hammer struck monotonously on the door shaft, and the sound gradually became louder and louder, even covering up the low gasps and screams that continued to come from the other room.
What a damn guy, obviously those bastards usually finish in ten minutes, why is this guy not finished yet? Is he a dog?
Evan waved the hammer in his hand with a hint of resentment. For the first time in his life, he hated his hearing because of his increasingly sharp hearing after being promoted to "Provocateur".
Fortunately, as time passed, the disturbing noise in the next room finally subsided, but the man in the room didn't seem to intend to end it. He just rested for a while, and there was a muffled hum that could clearly be heard as a female characteristic.
The sound sounded again and lasted for about a minute.
boom.
Just when Evan was thankful that the torture was over, the door next door suddenly opened, and a young man with bronzed skin, angular cheeks, and gold-rimmed eyes walked out of the house, his head hung low.
His body was stained with various mixed-smelling liquids, and he seemed to have no intention of cleaning it. He just threw out the mess wrapped in linen in his hand, and then turned back to the room.
The choking stench forced Evan, who was working, to cough twice immediately. Then he wanted to turn around and curse, covering his mouth and nose.
Suddenly, his hand stopped in mid-air, his neck suddenly twisted, and he looked in disbelief at the next door, where the door was wide open and there was a constant smell of fishy smell coming from the next room.
As a senior "hunter", he smelled blood!
He followed his line of sight and saw that the pile that had just been thrown out had spread out, and a bunch of messy hair stained with dark red and almost black was attached to a piece of bloody flesh, soaked in the original gray color of the linen.
Even though Evan had seen a lot, and even seen Helen "eating", the sight of a scalp spread out in front of him still almost made him feel sick to his stomach.
Not caring about finishing the work, he casually threw away the hammer in his hand. He skillfully pulled out a cold dagger from his sleeve, leaned over and entered the completely undisguised room.
Quietly, Evan, who had just turned into the room, stayed where he was, a little lost for a moment.
On the simple wooden bed closest to him, a body that was mostly stained red by blood was slumped on the sheets. The headless body was still trembling with the boning knife in the young man's hand, and his eyes were wide open.
At the limit, her light gray eyes, covered with bloodshot eyes and full of fear and despair, stared blankly in the direction of the door, staring at Evan standing in front of her.
The young man who was venting his violence heard the movement at the door and turned his head. The corners of his mouth on his bronze face were raised, and his tongue kept licking and moistening him. His lenses were half covered by scarlet.
"Asshole!" Evan roared after coming back to his senses, like an angry ferocious wolf, with a few steps, the floor cracked, and he pounced on the young man who was still desecrating the corpse.
The young man who continued to commit violence seemed unaware of the danger. The madness on his face was gone. The slightly crazy smile at the corner of his mouth turned into a touch of sarcasm. He calmly took out his left hand holding the boning knife, and a burst of blood appeared on his arm.
Clusters of granulation.
Almost in an instant, he actually choked a "provocateur" who was famous for his physical strength. He locked the opponent's shoulders and elbows with his arms and exerted force with his five fingers.
With a click, Evan suddenly felt a loss of strength in his right hand, a sharp pain in his left shoulder, and his arm twitched involuntarily.
The strength of this young man is no less than that of a mid-level powerhouse who is good at this!
Bang!
The young man who was half-kneeling on the bed suddenly exerted his strength. Almost instantly, Evan, who had lost his fighting ability, was lifted up and his feet left the ground.
He kept kicking his legs, resisting the constant pain on his shoulders, and kicked the young man's abdomen violently, but the other party seemed not to feel the pain, and his bronze face was still sarcastic.
Smiling, with brown eyes that seemed to be filled with mockery all the time, he looked at Evan's bloodshot eyes gradually, and walked towards the window step by step, firmly.
Suddenly, he threw it without warning and slammed the Evan in his hand against the window with only a thin layer of glass.
Bang!
The "provocateur" who had lost his ability to fight was like a warrior in an opera who had lost the qualification to challenge and fell down a two-story building like a tattered doll.
The body with a weak right arm fell heavily, and a pool of sewage splashed into the water-filled pit, soaking the clothes of workers who happened to be passing by.
Klein, who had just relied on his "Joker's" intuition to avoid the dirty water, looked at the ground in horror as he kept twitching, his chest rising and falling with his breathing, and the irregular Evan Stone had a surge of spiritual intuition.
He looked up subconsciously.
On the balcony on the second floor, Lanerwus, who had taken off his glasses, smiled slightly, his eyes filled with madness.