Backlund's sun was still hiding behind a mixture of smoke and clouds. As the minute and hour hands pointed to ten o'clock, Klein spent too much spiritual energy last night and rested for twelve hours before fully recovering.
Climbed out of bed.
He walked down the first floor as usual, first took out the breakfast materials, took back the newspaper that had been stuffed into the crack of the door outside the house, and then lit the fire.
Detective Moriarty, whose mental state had recovered a lot, was cooking breakfast silently. His face was as ordinary as usual, and he could not find the final loneliness and dejection in the gray fog yesterday.
Those things belong to Crane Moretti and Zhou Mingrui, but they should not belong to Sherlock Moriarty. As a future "faceless man", a competent "clown", and an unworthy
These are the basics of a "magician" who should be influenced by emotions.
He put the fried eggs and bread on the dining table, picked up the newspaper on the side while it was still hot, and just opened it, when an exaggerated headline composed of enlarged black fonts came into view.
"Lawless, the terrorist organization Aurora launched an attack in Backlund yesterday, and at least three locations were poisoned!"
If such a long title were to be published in a media organization on Earth, the editor-in-chief would definitely have to come back and re-edit it... Klein clicked his tongue, not having any psychological burden that the Aurora Society would take the blame for him.
After all, the Aurora Society is indeed a subordinate of "Mystery" in a sense, and he is the half of "Mystery", he is Mr. Fool, and naturally he is also the boss of these people.
Isn’t it natural for subordinates to take the blame for their superiors?
But the detailed report that followed was a bit outrageous. It barely mentioned the details of my role as the "Black Emperor" and only briefly described my appearance... Klein read the report on the incident in the newspaper and automatically glanced at it.
The part about the thief "Black Emperor" ransacking Kaping's safe.
He did rob Kapin's safe, but his main target at that time was the documents stored by the other party. As for the money, it was just an item that he had to use his spirit body to store in his panic.
Um?
Klein, who was reading, suddenly raised his eyebrows and his expression immediately darkened.
When did I provoke the Church of Storms?
He looked at the last report about the knight-errant "Black Emperor" provoking the Church of Storms, and his expression became a little out of control for a moment.
Yesterday, the two demigods finally concealed the details about the Tarot cards, and instead focused on fabricating my provocation to the Church of Storms. What on earth were they doing?
Klein thought for a while and found that he couldn't keep up with the other party's thoughts. He turned his head and saw that the omelette on the table had cooled down a lot, and even the milk on the side was no longer steaming, so he put the newspaper down first.
When I got to the side, I finally settled on my own breakfast.
.......
"The Rogue 'Black Emperor' is provoking the Church of Storms?" Dunn read the fabricated reports in the newspaper with a smile on his lips.
He had already confirmed from His Highness Edmund that the knight-errant "Black Emperor" was Crane, not the other Extraordinaries under Mr. Fool's command.
After laughing this matter off, Dunn took out the mysterious snuff bottle he had harvested from Parker yesterday, unlocked the spiritual cage attached to its surface, and carefully instilled spirituality.
According to His Highness Edmund, this is a sealed object with living characteristics, which probably corresponds to a weak-sequence seven-level spiritual world creature. The snuff bottle-shaped shell is actually the cage that seals it.
His Highness Edmund said that this is similar to the product of the lantern spirit experiment of the Moss Ascetic Society, but it does not completely solve the problem of spiritual supply. When used, it will draw additional spirituality from extraordinary people, and the sealed spirit inside is too weak...
... Dunn recalled the almost copy-pasted answers from yesterday, and suddenly his brain started to surge.
Deep purple smoke poured out from the opening of the snuff bottle, and the spirit body that was able to appear through the smoke curled up in mid-air, bowed down with a slump, and reached the level of Dunn's eye level.
"Dear Sir, Rex, may I ask your name."
Dunn examined the eyes of this strange spirit body, which was made of thick fog and kept flickering, and said in a mellow voice:
"Yin Wensi, Louis Yin Wensi."
The eyes made of smoke turned around twice in the eye sockets made of smoke.
"Okay, respected Master Yin Wensi."
Looking at this strange spirit that was tied up in the air by his "darkness" yesterday and almost "requiemed", Dunn didn't talk nonsense, but took out two objects that were also wrapped in spiritual cages from the table behind him.
They are two gems containing several colors, one is bright and the other is deep.
"The sequences corresponding to these two extraordinary characteristics."
Rex glanced quickly and said in a sharp voice:
"It's the Sheriff and the Savage, sir."
Seeing that Dunn didn't make any move, it took the initiative and said, "I remember them. They are Parker who likes children and Bayliss who likes to be whipped."
Like to be whipped... Dunn nodded silently, and then suddenly asked:
"Anything else? What else do you know?"
"I don't know, sir, Rex just met them and was rescued by me." This weird spirit that looked more like an undead than a spirit world creature made a crying face and shrank in fear.
Arrived near the snuff bottle.
Recalling the terms of the Nighthawks' previous management of sealed objects, Dunn stared blankly into the air, his eyes moving slowly, holding the strange snuff bottle, and the "darkness" under his feet was about to move.
The familiar coldness hit again, and Rex's spirit perked up when he sensed the danger, and the dark purple mist that made up his body also tightened suddenly.
"Master, I also know that the person who handed me over to Parker was a man wearing a gold mask!"
Dunn's hand suddenly stopped, and a solemn look appeared in his eyes again.
"MI9?"
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Today's condition is not good, the water is good, these two rights are considered as transition, this one does not count as an additional update