Above the gray mist palace, Klein swept the extraordinary characteristics and books scattered in front of him into the pile of debris behind him, and a deep red flashed, returning to reality.
The characteristics of the "Rose School" all contain a strong spiritual imprint. If it is made into a sealed object, the negative effects will be very difficult... That sealed object is also an uncertain product that points to a mysterious existence, but the biological
Toxin bottles can only affect physical creatures. If they deal with undead creatures or simple spiritual creatures, they will be almost useless...
Although I can't control the specific toxin released, my spiritual state is just right to avoid its negative effects. I can try it when I take action today.
Klein felt the pain in his right arm, glanced at the part where some tender new flesh had grown, and quickly put on his clothes.
After Sharon and Maric left yesterday, he did not check his harvest immediately. Instead, he waited until after dinner to determine the time of action and the final plan with Dunn who came to inquire about the situation.
Snapped!
The flamboyant golden pocket watch was opened, and Klein, who was fully dressed, watched the second hand move. After counting silently for a few seconds, there was a knock on the door at the entrance, and the detective Louis Yinwensi came to visit on time.
"When the sun goes down, we are leaving the Jowood area."
Klein opened the door and was about to turn around and walk back out of habit, but he saw Louis Yin Wensi was stunned for a moment, and his eyes swept over him for two seconds before he came back to his senses.
"You recovered quickly."
"It's just the characteristics of the path. When you reach the mid-level, you will always make up for some of your previous shortcomings." Klein prevaricated his partner, pulled out a set of black gloves from his trouser pocket, and put them on his hands.
After doing all this, he roughly checked his spare double-breasted coat and the walking stick aside in front of Dunn. After putting the "Attachment" revolver into the gun bag, he belatedly sat down and faced Dunn.
See.
"Sorry, it may be too late to prepare tea."
Holding his fingers on the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, Dunn carefully examined the unfamiliar mature face opposite him. After a moment of silence, he slowly put his hands back on his knees.
"It doesn't matter."
He shook his head slightly tangledly, and then pulled out a neatly folded document from his coat. Because he was obviously thinking about other issues in his mind, he didn't even notice that he had brought out an extra palm-sized document.
Photo.
"This is the information I collected yesterday about the Extraordinaries under Kaping, as well as their recent deployment."
After being promoted to "Requiem Master", he can use "darkness" to sneak into dreams more secretly, and even extract memories from them without attracting restricted attention.
Dunn put the document on the table, then caught a glimpse of the extremely conspicuous photo, and moved his palm as calmly as possible to cover the photo.
He looked up and met Klein's somewhat strange gaze.
All this is like a coincidence. Although the ability of "Requiem Master" is not known for its strong physical control ability, how could a mid-sequence extraordinary person make such a mistake.
The only reason that can be used to explain it is that Dunn had already vaguely guessed about the resurrection of his former colleague, so that he accidentally lost his temper just now. This is undoubtedly reasonable.
Dunn's dark red eyes darkened after being disguised. Without any extra explanation, he slowly took back the photo and put it back on his chest.
If I'm not mistaken, it seems to be Miss Dai Li, and it looks like a daily photo... Trying to control his expression, Klein's mouth twitched slightly, he picked up the document and held it in front of his face.
Although he should not interfere in other people's private lives, he could not forget the captain's confession to Miss Dai Li before his death. Although intellectually, Louis Yinwensi's background and age were indeed very suitable, this did not convince him.
The reason for grace.
"There are only four Beyonders, and two of them are mid-sequence ones. How do you judge this?"
Klein noticed the most important part of the upper part of the document and shifted his attention.
Dunn, who looked slightly embarrassed, coughed and said, "I am relatively familiar with the low-sequence capabilities of the Arbiter path. After investigating the number of Beyonders around Kaping, I went to the warehouse in the East District."
"The 'sheriff' named Parker and his other Sequence Eight are in charge of the newly opened warehouse. It is not difficult to confirm their levels."
Dunn paused for a moment, but his voice was still mellow, "But he seems to have mastered a sealed artifact, but I was worried about alerting the enemy, so I didn't go directly to the dream to search for deeper information."
A very direct method. Faced with simple low-sequence and ordinary people, the "Incubus Demon"'s dreaming is indeed one of the most efficient methods of intelligence collection... Feeling nostalgic, Klein thought about what he was responsible for.
Capping Mansion, looking at the rough outline of the floor plan, recalling the map near the luxurious house in his mind, nodded slightly.
Dunn looked at Klein, whose expression gradually became serious as he thought about it, and unconsciously glanced at his injured left arm, unable to conceal the concern in his voice.
"Actually, we can exchange targets. You go and attack the warehouse."
Seeing that Klein didn't refute immediately, he quickly continued:
"The connection between Kaping and the East District Warehouse is not particularly close. We can actually take over Kaping's house first, and then..."
"No, it's safer to do it at the same time. We can't be sure that the other party has no other help." Klein nodded slightly coldly, "And I also have some other abilities that can deal with the two extraordinary people around Kapin.
By."
Staring at Klein's disguised light blue eyes, Dunn nodded numbly and looked sideways out of the window.
"it's dark."
............
Backlund Jowood District, 8pm.
Thick clouds cover the crimson moonlight exuding in the mid-air. There are many stars tonight, dotted like diamonds in the night sky like a black swan curtain. Thanks to the east wind blowing over the Tasok River at nightfall, the stars have been blown away.
With the lingering yellow smoke, Backlund rarely had a clean night.
Waterbirds were prowling on the river. There were not many lights in the warehouse built on the river. Only at the front entrance was an exaggerated wooden fence, and the top was covered with iron wire, twisted into thorns and spikes.
Next to the standing torch, a bearded man of unknown age was surrounded by several mature men of different heights. Each of them was carrying a gun, clearly displayed on his waist. Even the bearded man was holding a gun.
Very arrogantly, he was wiping a gray-white complex machine gun.
The rifle was thick and long, connected through a pipe to a huge mechanical box of the same color. It was a military controlled product that was strictly investigated by the police - a high-pressure steam rifle.
Several strong men dressed as gangsters gathered together. The men who only carried guns obviously liked the bearded man in the middle, and they were racking their brains to make the adult happy with color jokes.
In the darkness not far away, Dunn, who was wearing a bone ring on the finger of his left hand and whose whole body was dissolved in shadow, ignored these men. His eyes moved slowly, looking into the warehouse and deeper through the ubiquitous darkness of the night.
place.
In front of the entrance to the cellar in the warehouse, another rather old-looking man was boredly reading a serious novel. The light source hanging above his head was a relatively retro gas lamp, which was shaky.
In the cellar, twisted souls were asking for help, numb souls were trembling, and dead souls were huddled in dark corners, which touched the heart of this "requiem master".
Dunn, whose eyes were getting darker and darker, curled up into a smile. Along with the ethereal singing, the dreamy colors covered the bearded man who was contentedly accepting the flattery of his subordinates. The illusory threads wandering in the darkness gradually surrounded the strong man chatting at the door.
Han Dynasty, the souls of the dead from Tingen are here to welcome them into their dreams.
...
In the magnificent hall, Kaping sat around a large dining table with a man in good spirits and wearing a classic hairdress, and a woman with a few old scars on her face. There were only various dishes in front of them.
leftover soup and unfinished red wine.
They were waiting for the last dessert, and there were still ten minutes before dinner was over.
...
In the Backlund Bridge area, in a low-cost hotel close to the West End.
Klein, who had put on some disguise, looked at the altar that had just been arranged in front of him, suddenly raised his arms, and performed the ceremony.
"I!"
"I call in my name!"
"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."
The ritual candle symbolizing "The Fool" instantly surged, and the dissipated gray mist enveloped Klein's spiritual body and climbed directly to the spiritual world.
In the giant palace-like palace, Klein didn't have time to think carefully. He completely followed the plan he had finalized in reality, reached back, and several items stored in the pile of debris flew into Klein's body.
.
The dark and twisted shadow turned into a hazy robe, and the cold wind twisted by the breath of fate clung to the robe. The necromantic breath contained in Azik's bronze whistle gave this strange spirit's eyes pale fire.
Klein, who was dressed much the same as he did the last time he acted, glanced at the table and without hesitation, the "blasphemous card" with the "Black Emperor" painted on it was instantly accommodated into his spiritual body, and the majestic jet black armor replaced it.
The emptiness under the robe, the crown of thorns and the visor covered the face, leaving only two pale flames more conspicuous.
The power of the high level suppressed the appearance of Mr. A's badge, blended with the breath of the destiny charm, and immediately broke through the outer layer of the dark robe. Looking from a distance, at this time, in the gray mist palace, there seemed to be a man from afar.
History has returned, and although the emperor is a little dilapidated, his majesty remains the same.
It's a pity that I can't use the weapons owned by Sherlock Moriarty with this image... Klein shook his head, picked up the biological toxin bottle on the side, and then responded to his summoning ritual. The strange-looking
The spirit body was instantly sucked in by the door of descent and shuttled into the corresponding reality.
This strange-looking emperor only glanced briefly, and then his illusory figure quickly disappeared, dived underground, and flew towards the direction of Kapin's residence.
Either sneaking as a spirit body or leaping in flames, it didn't take long for Klein to arrive at Aires Street in the Jowood District where Capin was located.
After arriving at his destination, he did not dare to delay. He showed his spiritual body slightly and slowly floated to the artificial fountain. He passed through the guards patrolling back and forth and climbed to a high altitude, level with the second floor.
Under the cover of the "Card of Blasphemy", he ignored the warning rituals and anti-divination measures that should have existed in this house, and directly invaded the thick wall next to the restaurant on the second floor.
Wearing a jet black crown, majestic armor and a broken cloak, Klein stood in the wall, looking through the wall at Kapin who had finished dinner and was waiting for Heras to taste and play with desserts. He adjusted for a few seconds, as if
The substantial body silently took a step to the right.
In the gorgeous hall with gold as the main theme, a huge crystal chandelier hangs down quietly. Katie, who is dressed more like a pirate than a bounty hunter, puts her feet up on a long, wide table covered with white tablecloths and smokes a cigar with satisfaction.
Klein, who was hiding in the wall, moved slowly with his body that seemed to be substantial, and finally reached the door of the golden hall, which was also the only ventilated place. His hands wrapped in black armor held a brown reagent bottle, and gently
He placed it next to the door and opened the bottle cap.
When he flew up to the second floor, he paid special attention to the position of the servant.
Most of the servants were standing under the stairs connecting the second floor to the first floor. Klein had specially made sure with a spread that if they didn't hear Kapin's bell, they would not disturb this temperamental person during the time other than serving food.
Not a very good employer.
Only in this way can Klein dare to use the biotoxin bottle with confidence without worrying about accidentally injuring innocent people.
"Mr. Heras, there is something you like today."
Seeing that the middle-aged gentleman wearing a white hair condom had almost eaten the dessert on the plate, Kapin, who was only 1.65 meters tall and chubby, handed over the napkin obsequiously, and said tentatively with a smile.
Heras, who was full of food, glanced at the human trafficking leader beside him. Although he despised such "black gloves" in his heart, considering the other person's taste, he still served him comfortably. He calmly took the napkin and wiped it.
Mouth.
"Send it to my room."
Kapin smiled again and again.
He took the used napkin, put it away, and turned his head with a smile. Looking at Katie, who was sitting across from him in an indulgent and rude manner, his smile froze a bit, and he deliberately used a more embarrassing expression.
The tone said:
"Ms. Katie, hehe, you know my subordinates are not very smart, and they made some jokes today."
He nervously observed the other person's face and rubbed his hands slightly.
Heras on the side was attracted by his words and paid a little attention, frowning slightly, while Katie, who was sitting in an unruly posture, just smiled wildly.
"What's wrong?"
Kaping's smile became even greasier, "They arrested the wrong person today and brought back a man..."
Before he finished speaking, a rough female laughter took over the entire restaurant. Klein, who was hiding in the wall, listened to these words with a calm expression, as if he was staring at a group of dead people.
He slowly raised his right hand, and the "substitute" covering the surface of the armor's right hand glowed slightly with white light.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
I’ll study in the evening tonight, it’s time to do it!