In front of the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, Klein inspected the extremely well-tended shrub garden. He symbolically walked around the living room, casting glances in the direction where his employer was sitting from time to time.
After leaving the hospital, Ms. Daly took Mr. Asceptin to Silveras Field in the name of asking for instructions from her superiors, and asked him to retell the entire incident in front of another night watchman disguised as an ordinary policeman.
of the process.
If I guessed correctly, a large part of the reason why Mr. Auceptin is so tired now should be that Backlund's Nighthawks also used some psychological abilities or sealed objects after entering the dream at the most basic level.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Mr. Aucetin who was sitting on the sofa in the living room without leaving any trace, and his eyes stopped on the spirit clinging to his back.
After he came out of Silveras Field, although Ms. Daly did not follow the gentleman to protect his safety, she still placed a special spirit behind him to ensure that when the robber appeared, he would be on duty during the night.
You can receive the message as soon as possible.
Judging from the color of the spirit body, it should belong to the vegetarian type among spiritual creatures... Well, even if it is attached to Mr. Asceptin's back for a long time, it will only make him feel tired more easily.
If you are unable to do your best during exercise, it will not cause permanent damage...
As if sensing Klein's gaze, the spirit body lying behind Mr. Auceptin suddenly raised its head, and its hairless head turned around. There was only one eye on the round head, which was full of curiosity and Ke.
Ryan looked at each other.
Sorry to bother you... Klein resisted the urge to show an awkward yet polite smile and quickly looked away.
"Mr. Moriarty, what happened just now?"
Mr. Auceptin, who was ordered by the police to stay home and try not to move around casually while waiting for the follow-up treatment, turned his head in confusion and looked at Klein who suddenly looked away and asked.
As an ordinary person, of course he had no idea who Klein was looking at just now.
"I just think you need to rest now. Anyway, the police have started working. With the church's attention, those robbers should be arrested and brought to justice soon. Besides, there are me and other gentlemen here. I think you can relax and have a rest first."
a while."
Klein spread his hands casually, as if he was thinking about the other party.
Although he had been threatened before, Neville Asceptin was not stupid enough to succumb to the threats of the robbers, but left a few bodyguards who were still willing to serve.
Although for a businessman with a small property, temporarily hiring these bodyguards is not a big expense, but considering the turmoil caused by bandits and the recent series of misfortunes, the Ascetin family's property is now in a state of being only accessible but not accessible.
, the cost of hiring bodyguards also has to be taken seriously.
"I would like to rest, but this won't solve the problem. Who knows if this time it will be the time when someone points a gun at my head again, and then the police will rush over, fire a few shots, and say it all depends on them.
It’s my credit that I didn’t get my head ripped open.”
Mr. Ausetin, who was sitting on the sofa, had a depressed look on his face. While he was complaining, he also glanced at his eldest son and his wife who were sitting on the other side of the living room.
Unlike his "brother", Neville Ascetin's eldest son looks like a shrewd man. He is putting on a sad expression to comfort himself because his husband is confined at home and is not allowed to visit his younger son.
's mother.
I wonder what kind of expression he would have if he knew that his brother was an angel... Klein looked at the calm dark blue color of the other spirit body and couldn't help but curl his lips.
It was already past dinner time, and the Ascetin family was located in the center of the North District. Most of the surrounding houses were brightly lit. Only the Ascetin family, which was still suffering from misfortune and panic, could only gather together.
Most people's living rooms were lit with lights, while the rest of the room was completely dark.
The living room, which is only 40 square meters, is now crowded with three bodyguards, two maids from the Asceptin family, and other members of the Klein and Asceptin families. Only the coachman, the concierge and another bodyguard are not here.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Feeling the bulge in his lower abdomen, Klein and the other two bodyguards who had triangular knives on their waists agreed, and then walked toward the bathroom alone.
The bodyguards in the living room were actually just bounty hunters in the East District. In order to avoid getting into trouble with the police, most of them didn't have guns. They only took on this role because the salary they paid was enough.
The building layout here is too unreasonable. Why are the bathroom and living room so far apart?
After walking for a full minute, Klein arrived at the door of the only bathroom on the first floor, which was almost at the southeast corner of the house, right next to the small stairs to the second floor.
Fortunately, the layout of Minsk No. 17 is relatively reasonable. Otherwise, even if I don't have to pay the rent myself, I will try to change to a house with a more reasonable layout... Klein's thoughts were a little scattered, and he didn't think much, even
I didn't notice that the bathroom door was not closed tightly, so I tried to grab the brass handle on the door.
"Bino, I've said it several times, but I haven't dealt with it yet. Can't you wait?"
Suddenly, Klein's hand froze on the doorknob, and the expression on his stiff-muscled face gradually became strange.
There was someone in the bathroom, and it didn't sound like any of the concierge, the coachman, or another bodyguard.
It's those robbers!
Klein suddenly cheered up, temporarily ignoring the bulging in his lower abdomen, and quickly activated his spiritual vision.
In spiritual vision, behind the dark gray, lifeless color of the wooden door, three color blocks huddled on the floor shimmered with faint light, but one of them seemed to have a weaker aura.
Examining the rough outlines of the three color blocks, Klein cautiously moved the cane to his right hand, switching to his left hand to hold the handle.
In the bathroom with the door ajar, the two squatting on the ground with their hands constantly moving were probably the gangsters who sneaked into Asceptin's house at some unknown time, and the other one was probably the bodyguard patrolling elsewhere.
When did they come in and my spiritual intuition didn’t feel anything at all?
Although the spiritual warning of sequence eight cannot cover the entire house like the more powerful mid-sequence, as a "clown" known for his powerful inspiration, he usually has some premonitions.
Perhaps, it's because these people can't possibly pose a threat to me, or even pose a threat to the Ascetin family... When I think that I accidentally discovered the robber sneaking in for this reason, Ke
The expression on Ryan's face became even more strange.
In the hospital before, Will Asceptin also said that the robbers that had been bothering his father were just smoke bombs that he deliberately threw to avoid being chased by another angel of destiny.
The reason why those robbers had the audacity to break into a businessman's home in the North District, where public security was good, and rob him, and were caught off guard by the police when the Ascetin family was in real danger, was all because of Will Asceptin
Guidance is possible.
From this point of view, in some aspects, the fate path seems to be able to have the same influence as 0-08 of the "spectator" path in controlling the development of events?
It's really terrifying. I once stepped into someone else's arrangement without knowing it... A sarcastic smile appeared on Klein's lips. At the same time, he was inspired and took the initiative to let go of the door handle and put his body away.
Hidden in the shadows on the side of the bathroom door.
"Hey, are you okay? Put on your pants quickly, otherwise the boss will be angry!"
"The boss said that the bad profiteer has found another helper, who seems to be much better than the previous parallel importer."
The door to the bathroom slowly opened, and two middle-aged men with squeezing voices moved out step by step. They both wore linen hoods on their heads, but there were two holes for the eyes, barely blocking their sight.
Holding two standard revolvers in their hands, they made a quick identification and headed towards the living room, the only place with bright light.
"Bino, you think there won't be any damn police interrupting our good deeds this time, right?"
"Bino?"
The gangster who was walking forward repeatedly shouted his friend's name, but his body had already stopped. He held up the revolver with both hands and turned his head little by little.
"Bino?"
Under the cold crimson moonlight, Bino, who had been tying up people with him in the bathroom just now, was now slumped in the arms of a middle-aged gentleman, his head covered with a sack tilted to one side.
"Good evening, Mr. Robber."
Listening to Klein's polite greeting, the robber holding the revolver suddenly tensed up, as if the bullet would be shot from the barrel of the revolver in his hand in the next second, smashing the head of the middle-aged man in front of him.
But this set of actions seemed to be put in slow motion in Klein's eyes. He took a step back slightly, his left hand holding the unlucky Bino in his arms suddenly released, and his right arm was waved from another angle, strong and strong.
The cane dropped heavily to the robber's sack-covered head.
boom!
In the darkness, the revolver with flames coming from the muzzle fell to the ground. Klein watched Mr. Robber flashing before his eyes and counted silently.
Three, two, one, down.
The robber, who had received a heavy blow on his head, could no longer hold on and collapsed sideways on the hard and cold wooden floor, coming into close contact with his brother's body.
I don't know why, but after seeing these two people giving it away for free, I suddenly felt that Will Asceptin's commission was more troublesome... Although two threats that were not even enemies were solved,
Klein's expression became more solemn.
Now it seems that Will Asceptin's commission was too simple.
Why didn't he use his ability to control fate to help himself get out of trouble like before?
It shouldn't be difficult for him to attract the attention of Nighthawks or other official Beyonders...
It all seemed as if he was deliberately dragging me into the fight between him and Ourolius, and taking the initiative to show his kindness.
"Good boy, help me pick up the stones on the ground, and I will give you one hundred yuan, okay?"
A picture of a strange uncle seducing a little boy suddenly appeared in Klein's mind, and he couldn't help but shudder.