Feeling the facial muscles that gradually began to stiffen under the side effects of the human skin mask, Klein made a few exaggerated expressions in the mirror. Looking at his new appearance after certain adjustments, he thought carefully and still did not bring Sherlock with him.
·Moriarty wore his iconic acetate glasses and put a mask on his face.
Alas, I don’t know if Jacks and the Pier Gangsters will still be standing near the Brave Bar. Anyway, it’s always right to be cautious... After making the final disguise, Klein, dressed as a worker, opened the
He turned on the desk lamp in the bedroom on the second floor, tightened the curtains, and created the illusion that Detective Moriarty was still at home studying the case, and climbed out of the back window of Minsk No. 17.
Feeling the restraint of gravity, Klein tightened his feet before landing. Under the strong control of the "Joker"'s body balance, he landed lightly on the soft lawn without making any sound.
The half-worn leather shoes were slightly sunk in the mud. He looked a little distressed at the mud spots on the soles of the shoes. Under the cover of illusion, Klein walked all the way to the nearest public carriage stop. He relaxed a little after confirming that there was no one there.
He leaned against the wooden pole of the stop sign, curling up the corners of his mouth under his all-black mask.
"Every time I leave home I look like a thief..."
I also put on a certain disguise when I ambushed "Wraith" Steve last time. Even Jacks probably didn't know the whole story. At most, he knew that Miss Sharon and the others might have a mid-level helper. Why should I?
So careful.
Although he thought so, Klein still checked his disguise again, keeping his five senses on alert. His patrolling sight gradually passed over Minsk Street with only gentle lights illuminating the window frames, and finally stopped at No. 15, which was completely dark.
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Seeing that the public carriage was still a shadow, he hesitated for a moment, silently turned on his spiritual vision, and looked at House No. 15, which had been particularly deserted recently.
Louis Yinwensi seems to be rarely at home recently...
Although Klein basically ran around in Backlund, considering that his house on Minsk Street was prepared by the mysterious Prince Edsac, he did not even dare to have too many interactions with the nearby neighbors. He did not want to
Because his own reasons involved innocent people other than the extraordinary, he seemed even more out of place and inhumane on this street than Louis Yinwensi, who came from a big family.
But in recent days, due to the existence of Jacks, Klein has stopped a lot. Today, he stayed at home all morning, relying on studying the occult knowledge in the "Book of Karaman" to pass the time, which was almost enough.
Do not leave the house.
It seems that the house at Minsk No. 15 was empty when I went to the newspaper this morning. Louis Yinwensi received some difficult case again and did not go home for a day...
It was not a quiet night. The public carriage drove closer and closer, making a rattling noise. Finally, he glanced at the single-family house immersed in darkness. Klein coughed lightly and turned to look at the carriage with a gas lamp hanging on the front.
He extended his right hand.
...
"This is already the fourth new case of 'Eucalyptus the Ripper'." Carl, with dark circles under his eyes, steeled himself, took the report in his hand, read it roughly, and passed it to Dunn, who was analyzing the materials and remained silent.
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The "Dream Demon" who had just checked the dreams of the residents near the scene quietly opened his eyes, glanced at the camouflaged dark red eyes, and took the report that still exuded the scent of ink.
The rustling sound of pages turning was particularly obvious in the room, and Dunn, who was reading, frowned.
"The victim this time...the deceased is a 'demon'?"
He looked at the obvious "demon" features on the photo attached to the report and the label of Sequence 7 "Serial Killer" next to it, and rigorously changed the title.
"It's indeed strange, and after identification, it was found that the person who caused the wounds on the deceased was also a 'demon'. We can basically rule out the possibility of attacking the extraordinary person and being counterattacked."
Karl, who had not slept a wink all day and night, glanced at the cigarette Dunn had just lit, with a trace of envy in his eyes.
He is not an Extraordinary person of the "Sleepless Person" path, nor does he have the habit of smoking. He cannot still be full of energy after working all night.
The soft smoke slowly rose, and Dunn pointed at the report and knocked it.
"This time it's also the Backlund Bridge area."
"Is there any problem?" Carl asked doubtfully.
After blowing out the smoke from his mouth, Dunn took out a notebook and turned to the folded pages.
"The first and second incidents were near the Bell of Order, while the third incident and the fourth incident that followed were less than an hour apart, and they were also in the Backlund Bridge area."
He looked at his record and took another drag on his cigarette.
Considering the common problem of "Incubus" in the field of memory, Dunn has recently developed the habit of organizing and recording important details into notes.
To be honest, he has recently had the urge to have a showdown with Sherlock Moriarty and ask him if he is his former colleague - Crane Moretti.
If he is really Klein, well, "divineers" usually have very good memories... Dunn, who missed the time when he was still the captain and had someone to assist him, nodded.
After this incident is over, I will try to ask His Highness Edmund.
"Although it may be a coincidence that the crime scenes of these four incidents were all at Backlund Bridge, the victims of these incidents were all people associated with gangs, or were themselves gang members."
"You mean, this 'serial killer' is also a gang member?" Carl felt that Dunn's analysis made sense, but his experience told him that a "serial killer" was unlikely to be obviously related to the gang.
"Just a guess." Dunn shook his head.
"The time between the third and fourth cases was too short. Even with the full support of Silveras Field, in Backlund, which has a large population, it would be difficult to figure out the true identity of this 'serial killer' in a short time.
identity.
He stared at the facial sketch of the deceased in the photo attached to the report and frowned. Just as he was about to continue the discussion, he saw an ordinary policeman standing outside the cordon taking advantage of the gap between the two of them to talk and hurriedly delivered another report.
, but this report is only a thin one.
Karl took the paper and didn't have time to thank him. He was shocked by the content on it. It took him a while to react, and he stuffed it into Dunn's hand in a panic.
"Fifth time?"
"No," the fatigue in Karl's eyes disappeared, and he looked worriedly at Dunn who was reading, without even noticing that his hands were tightly clenched into fists.
"The identity of the 'serial killer' has been confirmed. He is indeed related to the gang, but he is just one of the supporters behind it."
After seeing the contents of the report, Dunn's face gradually darkened, and Karl, who felt his mouth and tongue were dry, continued:
"The church found sacrificial items related to the 'Blood Worship Cult' belief in his home. His basement is simply a simplified version of Jason Belial's home."
"He, he is a member of another 'devil' family, the Umbrella Family, and is the contact person of the 'Blood Worship Cult' in Backlund."
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Backlund Bridge area, in a house near the site of the fourth new "Ripper" incident.
Fabuti, who was standing in front of the window, looked down at the Backlund police who were hurriedly blocking the road and setting up a cordon, as well as the members of the Machine Heart wearing black windbreakers who were walking in and out of the police team.
The astonishing black giant dog was nestled at her feet. The ferocious-looking giant dog carefully put away its fangs and claws, acting like a real pet in front of this "Lord of the Abyss".
As a captain of the Heart of Machinery with messy hair and a mirror in his hands walked out of sight, Fabuti silently withdrew his gaze, turned around and looked behind him, examining the young woman whose eyes were dull and whose intelligence was replaced by blood red.
, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Her black hair hangs down around her waist, and her neutral-looking black formal suit matches the woman's slightly heroic face, creating a typical cold-faced image.
This "Blood Worship Cult" arranged for another "Apostle of Desire" in Backlund. The original plan was to cooperate with Jason Beria to assassinate Duke Negan and help him escape safely. At this time, the woman was completely
Lost self-awareness.
When she faced Farbuti, her emotions wavered, and fear flowed out of the gaps in her rationality, she had become Farbuti's puppet.
Different from "devils" who focus on cursing and destroying the enemy's sanity and detonating the soul, after being promoted to "whisperers", high-ranking "devils" can easily control the part of the curse that destroys the enemy's mind. In the face of beings below their own level,
At this time, you can easily bypass the opponent's psychological defense line, detonate the opponent's biggest fear from the inside, break the enemy's spirit, and create a brand new puppet personality to cover the original will.
According to the plan of the unspeakable Creator, the frail human duke must be killed by earthly forces, at least under the control of a demigod, disguised as common political murder rather than the direct will of a high-sequencer.
Only in this way will it be easy to provoke the fragile balance of interests among human countries, whether internal or external... Fabuti chuckled sarcastically.
In the eyes of this ancient god who has experienced the Creator, the Four Emperors' War, and managed to escape from the "Mother Tree of Desire". He abandoned his uniqueness and sequence-one characteristics, and escaped from the shell of a golden cicada created by the "Blood Archduke".
In the face of the real "devil", it is both artificial and naive.
"But before you can achieve your goal, you have to go to the trouble of covering it with a fig leaf. Maybe this is what they always say about human nature?" Farbuti shook his head indifferently, standing in front of her like a sculpture.
The "Apostle of Desire" suddenly regained his agility. He swept away the two children covered in blood and raised a formulaic smile on his stern face. He picked up the human skin disguise originally used to disguise Jason Belial and confuse the official Beyonder audition.
Stepped out.
The ferocious giant dog nestled at its master's feet ignored all this, and a trace of disgust flashed through Shutong, who still retained a large part of his animal nature.
"Are you jealous of a puppet?" Farbuti mentioned the dog at his feet, not paying attention.
With a ferocious face, the big dog tried hard to squeeze out a trace of innocence. He was not very proficient in defending himself in Rune language. Fabuti, who felt bored, shook his head, and the dangerous aura emanating from his body interrupted the movements of the beast at his feet.
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That "Desire Apostle" had just been promoted. In her opinion, in terms of destructive power alone, it was not even as good as the new pet she promoted.
I have only entered the "Abyss" for more than two thousand years, and the "devils" have already fallen to this point?
The ancient god stepped forward slowly and sat on the only chair in the room. His distracted eyes were fixed on where he was looking. The flesh and blood in his palms squirmed and he spat out a "gem" wrapped in black air.
Although she has always carried out the plans of those two beings well, there is one thing that she still doesn't quite understand.
Why does "Mystery" want to give itself a share of "devil" characteristics?
...
Iron Gate Street, outside the Brave Bar.
The burly man was still guarding the door of the bar, watching the workers and homeless people coming and going, no different from usual. For a moment, Klein really felt that Jacks and the dock gang had given up monitoring the place.
However, he still didn't dare to bet on this possibility. He didn't even enter the bar. He just pretended to be passing by and walked around for a while, then hurriedly walked around the main entrance of the bar and went around from another alley to the street behind the Brave Man Bar.
Klein, who was dressed as a worker, took out the featureless iron mask from his arms. After completely covering his disguised face, he knocked on the door of a house without any light.
Wary eyes came from behind the door. Following the peephole on the door, the waiter who confirmed the identity of the visitor opened the door for Klein. After handing him a robe, he allowed Klein to walk through the crowded entrance and walked in.
living room.
Dim candles were lit in a row, and the old Mr. "Eye of Wisdom" had been waiting here early. Klein took a general sweep and found the "Medicine Master", the "Artisan" agent lady and several other familiar wild extraordinary people.
Everyone has already sat in their respective seats, waiting for the party to officially begin.
He smiled silently, pretended to be a newcomer, and sat in a seat closer to the front.
In order to complete the disguise, he didn't even bring a chain-blade cane today, only a "substitute" and an "attachment revolver."
In the dimly lit living room, the wall clock hanging on the wall slowly crossed the dial. When the minute hand pointed to the hour, the "Eye of Wisdom" sitting in the center finally clapped his hands and said in a disguised old voice:
"It seems that some friends won't be coming. Today's party begins."
As soon as the old gentleman finished speaking, the fat pharmacist with obvious physical features and no need to disguise himself raised his hand.
"Does any of you know the formula of 'Animal Tamer', or any clues about it?"
He looked around impatiently. After wandering for a second or two, he found that no one made a sound or even paid attention.
"Well, I just know that if anyone happens to come across this recipe, I hope they will pay attention to it."
"Animal Tamer", is this the eighth sequence after "Medicine Master"?
After being brought to the Fat Pharmacist and giving up waiting completely, Klein cast his gaze imperceptibly.
I do know where to get it, but that guy Emlyn probably won't give it to me for free. At most, he'll give me a discount because I rescued him.
He calculated the price difference he could make as a middleman, and decided to stop by the Harvest Church after the party to have a look. The Sequence Seven potion was about to be digested, and he also considered promotion.
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Exams sucked me dry...
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