Want me to investigate Mrs. Sharon? Klein relied on the "Joker's" super expression management ability and quickly adjusted his expression under the cover of his palm, and then asked carefully:
“Who am I and who is responsible for this mission?”
Dunn smiled, took off his formal jacket, put it on his arm, and then said briefly:
"you alone."
Alone! Klein was a little confused for a moment, his expression briefly dull.
Dunn looked at Klein, whose eyes were a little distracted, and explained very patiently:
"You have now been promoted to Sequence Eight, and you have sufficient mobility. Moreover, Lanerwus' case has also come to an end. You can take this opportunity to practice your tracking and monitoring skills and do a sufficient amount of work.
practice."
No, Captain, you may have misunderstood. It’s not that I feel that I am not qualified for this task, I just simply feel that the reward is too generous... Klein did not refuse, and after sighing lightly, he agreed:
"no problem."
............
"I got my hands on 'Creeping Hunger,' met an old friend, and reminisced."
Klein rubbed his fingers, igniting spiritual flames at his fingertips, and allowed the letter sent by Mr. Azik to turn into ashes and scatter in the night wind.
At this time, he was clinging to a wall on Olsner Street, huddled in a small shadow, creating a state of "pseudo-invisibility" with his dark windbreaker and half-height silk top hat of the same color.
This is outside the wall of Mrs. Sharon's house, and you can just catch a glimpse of the single-family house that emits a soft orange light in the center of the garden inside the wall.
Only the first floor of this house had lights on, and from time to time there would be blurry and deformed figures passing by the windows, while the second floor further up was completely dark, with heavy burgundy curtains blocking outside prying eyes.
Klein had just circled the entire house several times with the super athletic ability brought by the "Joker". He could not find a place on the second floor where the curtains were not closed, making it impossible for him to judge whether Mrs. Sharon
at home.
This was mainly because the gangster he hired based on Leonard's suggestion was too arrogant and often mistook the carriage belonging to Mrs. Sharon's adopted son as hers. As a result, Klein was unable to even grasp the specific whereabouts of Mrs. Sharon.
Klein could not see the situation inside the second floor, and could not determine whether Mrs. Sharon was out or had gone to bed. All he could confirm was that most of the servants on the first floor were relatively relaxed, and no one walked to the second floor casually.
What's more, I don't want to face the embarrassing situation of pretending to be a "lady" and resting at home, and a thin college graduate breaking into her bedroom secretly. Otherwise, I can use the "Sleep" charm to knock her out and investigate at will.
.....Klein let out a breath of white air, looked around for a while, and began to tighten and release his hands uncontrollably. After doing this action several times in a row, he seemed to have made up his mind, and his eyes
He walked firmly towards the dense bushes on the side.
He first set up a spiritual wall outside the bushes to isolate the outside world, and then completed the corresponding ritual with himself as the summoning object.
After doing all this, Klein grabbed the outside of the coat with both hands, slowly tightened the outer layer of the coat, and walked into the dark green bushes.
Hearing the rustling sound of the thick branches and the thin black windbreaker, he couldn't help but curl up in pain. The muscles on his face twitched slightly. He closed his eyes and relied on the "clown's" spiritual intuition to feel his way through the darkness.
Going deeper into the bush.
Anyway, it can be reimbursed, anyway, it can be reimbursed, I can buy a new set... Klein kept hypnotizing himself, deep in the bush, resisting the interference of thick branches, and took four difficult steps backwards
.
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."
In the last step, Klein managed to maintain his balance, endured the pain of being scratched, and crouched into the bushes.
Accompanied by endless roars and murmurs, Klein's spirit body quickly passed through the thick fog scattered with a large number of dark gray color blocks and dark red light, and arrived above the gray fog that stood like a palace where the giant lived.
He leaned back against the tall high-backed chair and subconsciously glanced at the old notes on his right hand that were placed on the long bronze table.
Seeing that it was still lying there quietly, with no trace of movement, and the blood stains and ink spots on the surface were exactly the same as before, I reluctantly felt relieved, spread my spirituality, and touched the illusory door located in the center of the long bronze table.
Along with the strong gravity, Klein's spirit body was thrown up high, and then sucked into the door with the symbol of gray fog, and immediately entered the unpredictable spiritual world, returning to the cold wind.
reality.
His transparent spirit body was attached to the air. He glanced at himself under the "body" and made sure that he would not be easily discovered. Then he stretched out his hands and took out the cold and soft Ah from his pocket.
Zik copper whistle and citrine bracelet, as well as two charms containing the power of "dark night".
After doing all this, Klein gently bent his legs, jumped hard, and flew towards the orange-yellow light of Mrs. Sharon's mansion.
His figure passed through the neatly manicured garden and landed on the balcony on the second floor, silently.
Just when he was about to open the shuttered wooden door of the balcony, his right hand on the handle couldn't help but pause for a moment, then relaxed, and naturally dropped to the right side of his body.
Under his control, Klein Moretti's bookish face changed. His already deeply contoured facial features further deepened, his brown pupils were completely hidden in the shadows, and the bridge of his nose was raised, becoming like a deformity.
Children's characteristic development.
After completely concealing his facial features, Klein drove his translucent body directly through the locked wooden door on the balcony and entered Mrs. Sharon's bedroom, which he learned from the gang.
In the dim room, a faint fragrance filled the air, teasing people's nerves and making them involuntarily think of a female body with brimming blood.
"If I hadn't been in the spiritual state now, I might have been affected. I must be using the love potion as incense." Klein looked at the decorations in the room and complained silently.
With the help of the normal vision in this spiritual state, he clearly saw the magnificence and luxury in Mrs. Sharon's bedroom under the crimson moonlight falling through the gaps in the curtains.
This is a spacious room. The floor is covered with a dark red wool carpet that is not much different from the color of the curtains. Together with the velvet curtains, it sets the tone of the room.
Next to the large bed with silk curtains, various skin care products and jewelry are scattered on the brown wooden dressing table, as well as jewelry carefully packed in jewelry boxes.
Those bottles, jars and various gemstones exuded different brilliance. Together with the light clothes and stockings accidentally exposed in the dressing room, discarded on the rocking chair, they formed the most eye-catching "scenery" in the whole room, causing people to scatter.
Everywhere, inlaid with gold, the decorations of various shapes were eclipsed.
The "muscles" around Klein's nose twitched. Although it is logical that there should not be a similar reaction in the spirit state, the corresponding emotions are still displayed on the facial features.
He first walked to the only covered place in the room, a wooden easel covered with violet silk adjacent to the full-length mirror.
As Klein's spirit body reinforced by Azik's bronze whistle lifted the piece of violet silk, the entire canvas was completely exposed to the air.
It was an unfinished oil painting. The shallow brush strokes on it showed the artist's skill, and the portraits shrouded in beautiful light and shadow served as the soul of the painting.
Klein took a quick glance and completely reflected Mrs. Sharon's naked body in his mind. He saw her cascading brown hair, her pure and moist brown eyes like a deer in the forest, and the curve of her eyebrows.
With her upturned nose and straight lips, she can truly feel the astonishing charm of a mixture of the charm of a mature woman and the innocence of a young girl.
This is not like a simple painting. It has almost caught up with the "hint". The person who painted this painting is an extraordinary person? Klein took two steps back and thought about the extraordinary person who might be hiding behind it. His eyes moved.
It fell on the full-length mirror and rocking chair next to it.
An "amazing" idea suddenly popped into Klein's mind.
"From this angle, is this a self-portrait of Mrs. Sharon?"
He could even imagine in his mind the famous "social butterfly" sitting naked in front of the mirror and drawing.
This is too narcissistic!
Klein clicked his tongue in surprise, and then remembered the feeling he had when observing the oil painting just now, and for a moment he doubted Mrs. Sharon's true identity.
With an unknown origin, acquaintance with a large number of high-ranking people, a relatively close relationship, limited control, and this kind of living environment... the "muscles" on Klein's face couldn't help but twitch again.
"She can't be a witch..."
Klein suppressed the doubts in his heart, picked up the silk on the ground, covered the unfinished oil painting, and then carefully inspected every corner of the room.
After a thorough investigation, he stood in front of a heavy safe with obvious characteristics of the steam age, touched his chin and began to think.
He first tried to pry the safety lock, then stood up, took out the citrine pendant from the spirit body, and began to divine in a very professional way.
In fact, before that, Klein could not account for the danger of this sneak investigation, but he did not expect that there was a safe in this room.
"There are items in this safe that may cause danger."
"There are items in this safe that may cause danger."
...
If someone enters the room at this time, they will only see a citrine suspended in the air rotating clockwise.
Klein looked at the divination results in his hand, silently took back the citrine he held in his right hand, bent down, and with the help of his spiritual body's special features, he directly crossed the heavy iron door and penetrated his head into the safe.
In the darker safe, Klein relied on the special vision brought by his spiritual vision to "clearly" see the three separate compartments.
The items placed on these three floors are different. The first floor only contains standard gold bars, thick banknotes, and more precious jewelry, just like every noble lady.
There isn't much on the second floor below, just some documents with partially exposed headers scattered around, which are mostly real estate certificates and company contracts from various places.
On the bottom floor, the things placed there were quite strange. There was only a small black-and-white photo placed in the middle, a photo of a young man with fine features.
Because Klein had already suspected Mrs. Sharon's identity based on some clues, he did not let his thoughts wander when he saw this photo, imagining the possible story behind it.
As Klein observed for longer, his expression gradually became more exciting.
As expected, this is another witch, at least a Sequence Seven!
In his spiritual state, Klein sighed, resisting the urge to complain, twitching the corners of his tight mouth, restraining his emotions, and groped around the safe, looking for items that might be hidden.
Just as he stretched out his hand forward, his spirit body suddenly seemed to fall into an ice cave and froze in place.
Deeper and darker inside the safe, dots of light shone strangely, two of which were particularly eerie.
In Klein's trembling pupils, a statue of a god carved from white bones seemed to come to life. She could be vaguely seen as a beautiful woman. Her thick hair was raised independently in bunches, and the ends formed one after another ferocious hair.
The snake head also had a dim light in its eyes.
The feeling of freezing was no longer limited to binding the spirit body, but had a more direct impact on his thinking.
"No, that's it, I have to return..." As soon as this idea came to Klein's mind, his spirit body was pulled to an infinite height by the huge gravity that came from nowhere.
, outside his sight, layers of thin gray fog had enveloped the entire room.
His vision flickered between bright and dim, and Klein returned to the gray fog in an instant, getting rid of the influence of the statue.
He sat numbly at the head of the long bronze table, a looming black robe emerging from his body. The dead gray fog suddenly boiled, and waves of twisted snake shadows were forced out into the air, struggling to dissipate.
As the illusory black robe disappeared, Klein's expression also became vivid.
Using his newly recovered thinking ability, he quickly took out the citrine pendants scattered on the table, displayed a pen and paper, and quickly divined the extraordinary factors that might be hidden behind the death of Senator Maynard.
"There were supernatural factors involved in the death of John Maynard."
"There were supernatural factors involved in the death of John Maynard."
...
As the citrine moved clockwise, Klein slowly breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, leaned back, and leaned against the back of the stone high-backed chair.
............
In the deep cave, thick purple pythons were entangled on the cave wall, moving slowly.
Some of those giant pythons had their eyes closed, while others had their vertical pupils wide open. They were emitting a bewitching purple light and were densely packed, occupying the entire cave.
Although their bodies are thick, they are very strange. There are no thick and hard scales to match them. Instead, they are replaced by fibrous filaments and soft hair!
They extend downward and connect to a huge and charming body below the cave.
His eyes opened slightly, his voice was magnetic, and his tone was meaningful:
"Secret."
Ps: Chike and Zhou Mingrui have no such relationship.