Klein looked at the talisman in his palm again, only to find that his brain couldn't help but feel dizzy just as his eyes met the Ouroboros pattern on the pure white scales.
The symbols on the scales shine with bright red light, and the inexplicable gravitational force attracts the surrounding dust to continuously circle around it. As long as you look carefully, you will find that the orbits of these dust are almost exactly the same.
In other words, their orbits are exactly the same...
Just like when I felt hot just by touching the Sun Flame Talisman, this more advanced talisman will also affect the surrounding things to a very small extent?
It's a pity that I can't ask Miss Justice what's special about the spell that "Secret" gave her last time... Klein nodded and asked Will Asceptin:
"Why are the negative effects of detonation not a problem for me?"
"Didn't you listen to what I said before?" Will Auceptin glanced at him and felt a little strange, "It is equivalent to a storage tank in modern industry. You can not only store your own good luck, but also steal it.
Putting other people's good luck in it is just like a 'parasite' stealing other people's lives to extend his own, and the 'secret' didn't tell you anything?"
"Parasite" steals other people's lives...
It sounds like something that the "Stealer" high-sequence can do... Klein shook his head honestly.
"I don't know much about the high-sequence capabilities of those three pathways."
Of course, when he boarded the gray fog next time, he would take the initiative to ask "Secret" about the high-sequence abilities of these three pathways.
"Well, in short, if you really encounter some unavoidable danger and have to detonate this talisman, both I and the other person will sense it and will not let you suffer a month of bad luck."
Although Will Auceptin fell into silence briefly after hearing Klein's answer, he quickly returned to normal, but his explanation was a little cryptic.
He worked hard to move his left leg off the sofa, and hopped awkwardly on one foot until he reached the door of the living room. He jumped on the spot a few more times, turned around and said goodbye to Klein.
"Okay, that's it, we've completed the deal."
As he said that, he turned back into the tiger-headed little boy in the ward, winking mischievously.
"Of course, if you really want to be troubled by bad luck, and that person is unwilling to help you solve it, you can also come to me."
"It's just a fee."
Forget about charging, I don’t think I can afford the payment you need now... Klein forced a smile.
"Then let's..." He was just about to send this scary "naughty kid" away, but suddenly he remembered the paper crane in his bedside clothes, and immediately changed his words:
"By the way, what should I do with the paper crane?"
A paper crane folded casually may not be as strong as Mr. Azik's copper whistle.
Will Asceptin, who had already jumped out of the door with one foot, suddenly paused and remained silent for a long time before jumping around and turning around again. His big round eyes floated around, avoiding Klein's gaze.
"You can keep it. Anyway, if you continue to write something on it, I will feel it, but it may be damaged if you write too much. You'd better not use it too often."
Does this mean that I can still use this paper crane to find him in the future?
A phone number that has a number of uses, can only send text messages, and has a limited number of words... Klein smiled and nodded slightly towards the door of the living room.
"I see."
"It seems there's nothing else, let's see you later?" Will Auceptin looked around and waved his hand tentatively.
Klein sat on the sofa and waved his hand sincerely.
"goodbye."
At the door of the living room, Will Auceptin took a big step forward with a sharp movement. The entire dream suddenly collapsed. The depth hidden in the mist enveloped Klein's spirit body and directly threw him back to reality.
Minsk Street 17, bedroom on the second floor.
Klein suddenly opened his eyes on the single bed, and his left hand suddenly felt cold.
"How did he put the charm in my hand?"
In the palm of the left hand, the pure white scale-based talisman absorbs the nearby light and dust. The inexplicable gravity distorts the environment illuminated by the dim light, closing them into a closed loop with the head and tail reversed and bite.
Mr. Azik's copper whistle, the badge Mr. A gave me, and this charm, I will have more and more things to cover my breath next time I go out... Taking advantage of the last moment of consciousness, Ke
Ryan stuffed the charm in his hand under his pillow.
The next second, the fortune teller who had received three guests in his dream all night entered a real dreamland.
............
Backlund Bridge area.
Jason Beria stared at the hands at the top of Backlund's clock tower and slowly raised his hand.
The giant black dog that had been squatting at his feet immediately swung its tail twice in excitement and rushed out of the alley. The black hair merged with the depth of the night under the blessing of the "devil" ability.
"Twenty minutes left."
Jason Beria adjusted the time displayed by the hands on the Backlund clock with the pocket watch in his hand, closed his eyes for a moment, and then connected himself with the giant black dog to monitor its hunting process.
Although the security in the Backlund Bridge area is not satisfactory, it is still much safer than the completely chaotic East Area.
Using the Backlund Clock as the standard, every time an even-numbered hour strikes the hour, the police in the Backlund Bridge District will have a team of three or four people patrolling from east to west on the street where the police station is located.
It takes at least twenty minutes to travel from the police station to the hunting ground that Jason Belial has designated for his pet today.
As long as the hunt is completed within twenty minutes, the police can discover the crime scene immediately and at the same time shift more attention to the Crazy Ripper case.
"For the advancement of the times, the death of a few people is nothing..."
In the dark alley, Jason Belial murmured softly, as if he didn't notice at all that such wanton provocation to the police would only make the official extraordinary people pay more attention to their actions, which would most likely sabotage the assassination he had not yet carried out.
plan.
In the shadow of the alley, the naked young man stared coldly at Jason Belial who was intoxicated in his fantasy, the disgust in his eyes almost overflowing.
He didn't expect that Backlund's only permanent "Apostle of Desire" would also be a pawn in the "Adam" script.
What made him even more irritated was that, forced by the "secret" order, he could not destroy the plan of the fantasy angel.
It’s the red angel Medici, and it’s the fantasy angel Adam. I want to help the former one get out of trouble, and I also want to help the one behind to become a god. When did I become the nanny of the King of Angels!
The shadows in the corner of the alley rolled like boiling, becoming more and more intense as Fabuti's heart became increasingly irritable.
He took a long breath, and his eyes that had turned crimson unconsciously due to losing control of his emotions returned to dimness, and his sickly face twitched unnaturally.
"It's a pity that Angelweed's trap did not directly blow up the container infected by the Uncertain Mist. Otherwise, I could have disguised myself as him, slaughtered him in the East District, and used the power of blood sacrifice to release Medici."
He patted his head somewhat manically and growled at Jason Belial, who was still intoxicated in his own world.
"Woof!"
In another alley almost a kilometer away, a huge black dog was feasting and squirming with its head buried in the belly of a female corpse. Suddenly, its whole body stiffened, and its tail was tremblingly sandwiched between its legs.
"It's time to get lost, you beast!"
The sound coming from the blood all over its body drove it to flee the scene in panic. Under the soft street lights, the body wrapped conservatively in a fluffy coat still twitched from time to time.
"Nice job." Jason Belial, who was indulging in fantasy, grinned, stepped back, and disappeared into the darkness little by little, with the shirtless Fabuti following behind.
Tomorrow morning, urgently printed newspapers will report on the terrible murder that occurred in the Backlund Bridge area. Many women who have done dirty jobs, both those who have gone ashore and those who have not, will be enveloped in panic again.
While sneaking in the shadows, Jason Belial, who was reminiscing about the satisfaction of connecting his five senses with the giant black dog, was suddenly stunned for a moment, staring ahead with his blue pupils mixed with a little gray, and said to himself,
Like murmuring in a dream:
"Tomorrow, we will assign bank clerks to communicate with Intis and Feneport's Sistana and Poerso banks, and we will also contact Pound..."
Fabuti, who was already waiting at No. 6, Edward Street, West End, chuckled softly. The giant black dog was entangled at his feet, with the hair on the tip of its tail standing tall.
"I take back my previous evaluation. Although he is not very good at playing the 'Apostle of Desire', his disguise as a banker is still good. He can be used to do some small tricks and play the role of the 'devil'."
He smiled and kicked the giant dog at his feet. The black giant beast was so frightened that it could only whimper and tremble, wagging its tail and begging for mercy from its master.
"What, you want a reward?"
Fabuti's blood-red eyes seemed to be filled with lava flow. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and the giant dog at his feet seemed to realize what was about to happen, and began to twist like crazy.
But the blood all over its body betrayed it, and its black vertical pupils looked helplessly at the pale fingers that were getting closer and closer, trying to pray for mercy from the other person with its eyes.
The sharp fingertips pierced the black fur. In the quiet night, Fabuti shared his blood with his family members, smiling crazily and cruelly.
"Don't worry, you will become an 'Apostle of Desire' a hundred times better than Beria."
............
On Friday morning, Klein had to get out of bed because of his biological clock. He endured the pain in his head from time to time, and after a slight disguise, he retrieved the newspaper he subscribed to.
Starting from 11 o'clock last night, three of them entered my dream one after another, consuming one-third of my spiritual energy. Excluding the time for spiritual recovery, I only slept for less than four hours...
..
Klein forced himself to look away from the clock, hoping that he could forget the tragic reality that from eleven o'clock in the evening to seven o'clock in the morning, he actually only slept for less than four hours.
After making a random breakfast, Klein tasted the warm milk, and there was a pile of "Daily Observer" that looked like it had just been delivered.
"Shocked! Yesterday, a cutting-edge dentist was killed in the Backlund Bridge area, and the crazy Ripper appeared again!"