"It hurts!" Klein, whose thoughts had returned to reality, almost fell in the bushes. He relied on the "Joker's" excellent body control ability to stabilize his body. His upper body leaned back, and veins popped out in his neck.
Damn it, I squatted for too long and my legs were numb... Klein gritted his teeth, adjusted his body movements, and pulled his hands out from the bushes with difficulty.
Blah blah blah, blah blah blah.
After countless attempts, Klein finally succeeded in dragging his legs and the body above them from the bushes.
Mr. Azik's copper whistle is still above the gray fog... Klein dragged his windbreaker with more than a dozen scattered leaves, patted the dust on his body, and tentatively walked forward, his footsteps getting faster and faster.
Coming faster and faster.
"I must inform the captain of this news. We cannot let a witch stay in Tingen."
Suddenly, the sound of horse hoofbeats came from the distance. Klein's nerves tightened and he quickly turned around. Driven by his body's subconscious, he endured the numbness and pain in his legs and climbed up a sycamore tree that was not too high in a few quick movements.
In just a few seconds, a speeding carriage hit the road, causing the stones on the ground to tremble. It quickly passed by the not-so-tall sycamore trees, blowing the shrubs on both sides and falling backwards in the strong wind.
Klein, who was half-hidden in the canopy of spreading branches, did not dare to turn on his spiritual vision. He only leaned against the road, using the faint light of a gas street lamp, and vaguely saw the coat of arms of the Hoy family on the carriage.
He watched from a distance as the ornate carriage gradually slowed down and drove into a single-family villa surrounded by a vast garden.
Under the reflection of the orange light, Ms. Sharon, who had smooth brown hair and eyes as innocent as a deer, shook her slender and tall figure and commandeeringly threw her fur to the short maid beside her.
This well-known "social butterfly", one of the richest widows in Tingen - Ms. Sharon impatiently dismissed the housekeeper who wanted to show off in front of her, threw away the servant, and walked alone into the darkness.
On the covered second floor, I walked to my bedroom in the dark and gently opened the mahogany door with complicated and gorgeous patterns.
The moment the door was pushed open, Sharon Hoy's spiritual vision turned on silently, and she quietly examined everything she had arranged in the house.
Her innocent and moist eyes suddenly condensed, reflecting almost transparent and slightly invisible filaments.
They have no spiritual brilliance and are scattered throughout the room irregularly, intertwined and overlapping, like a huge spider web woven from diseased human hair.
At this moment, these fragile yet tough silk threads are still faithfully guarding their "posts", still intertwined one by one, guarding the most important heavy safe in the entire room.
Mrs. Sharon nodded with satisfaction, a sweet smile appeared on her smooth-skinned face, innocent and charming.
She casually took off her simple black dress and threw it on her favorite rocking chair with a graceful movement, covering the layered silk clothes on top and covering the fragrance in the air.
The thick velvet curtains that shielded the room from outside prying eyes opened automatically without anyone pushing it, and crimson moonlight scattered into the room like fragments, reflecting a different kind of brilliance on jewelry, gold decorations, and cosmetics.
The already naked Mrs. Sharon walked through the luxurious and gorgeous room with familiarity, her fair skin reflected a faint blush, she tapped her toes, arrived in front of the easel, and continued to paint the attractive unfinished painting.
painting.
In the obsession with her own beauty, she seemed to be under the influence of some external force, and she did not notice that the only broken and almost transparent filament in front of the easel was floating in the air leisurely in the wind.
............
36 Zotland Street, Blackthorn Security Company.
Klein was in a sorry state. He took advantage of Roshan's break to go to the toilet and slipped into the partition without making a sound, heading towards the captain's office where the door was not closed.
Dunn, who was leisurely holding a coffee cup and holding a newspaper with one hand, looked at Klein who suddenly appeared from the door frame with a strange expression, and sighed silently:
"Weren't you following Mrs. Sharon today? Why did you get like this?"
Klein did not make some jokes as usual, but closed the door with a serious face.
"I just discovered some abnormalities."
Dunn Smith, who was sitting leisurely on the soft chair, straightened up, put the coffee and newspaper in his hands on the table, and folded his hands.
"Were you attacked?"
"No, I discovered that Mrs. Sharon may be a hidden cultist, a Sequence Seven or above Beyonder of the Witch Sect." Klein shook his head solemnly, and then explained.
Dunn pondered for a few seconds, then let go of his intertwined hands, tapped the chair opposite the table with his right hand, and said in a mellow voice:
"Sit down first, I need to listen to the detailed report."
Klein did not choose to sit down, but leaned forward and supported the edge of the desk with his arms.
"Didn't Mrs. Maynard say before that Mrs. Sharon's origins are unknown? This may not be a slander. I found a secretly kept photo in her room, a photo of a man."
"Male?" Dunn chewed the word and asked seriously, "Are there any other options besides this?"
Klein nodded solemnly and then asked:
"In addition to this photo of a man who looks very similar to him, I also found a statue of an evil god made of white bones, and used divination to once again confirm the cause of Congressman Maynard's death, confirming the involvement of extraordinary factors."
Dunn fell into silence for a moment and asked thoughtfully:
"Can you describe the statue of the evil god you saw in detail?"
Klein was stunned for a moment, then quickly thought back and said:
"It is a statue with a beautiful female figure as the main body, but her hair is made of venomous snakes. The eyes of the snake's head are still faintly glowing, extending to her ankles, almost covering her whole body."
The original witch... Dunn sighed suddenly, calmed down for a while, nodded solemnly and said:
"This is indeed the evil god believed in by the Witch Sect, the image of the original witch. We need to act immediately."
After saying that, he immediately stood up, picked up his formal jacket from beside the soft seat, and packed away his scattered belongings.
Klein also left the table and walked towards the door of the office.
Just as he was about to walk out of the partition, he suddenly heard the captain's call from behind.
Half of Dunn's arms were still outside his formal attire, and there were no bracelets or other decorations on his body. He was holding a certificate in his hand.
"Go and call Cornley, and take out a sealed artifact from Chanis Gate, 3-0217. Mrs. Sharon may not be just a Sequence Seven. The fact that she can simply interfere with your divination shows her strength."
After receiving the handwritten certificate from the captain, Klein quickly recalled in his mind the sealed artifact that the captain asked him to take out—3-0217.
It is a mirror corresponding to a "psychic", a mirror that can reflect various things, which is very dangerous to the members of the Nighthawk team.
The most terrifying danger it can create is that it reflects the user's own figure, which may cause the user's spirit to split, or it may directly connect the user to the spiritual world through this sealed object, directly from the vast spiritual world.
Summons a spiritual creature similar to it.
This sealed object can only be properly sealed when placed in a lightless environment, and will not harm surrounding creatures.
As the captain quickly surpassed him, Klein immediately quickened his pace and walked towards the underground space leading to the spiral staircase.
Just as he was about to walk up the first staircase, his inspiration touched him unconsciously, guiding him to look at the captain who was explaining things to Roshan who had just returned to his post, and asked:
"Captain, does the difference between good gods and evil gods lie in whether they have human form?"
"I have seen in occult books before that the Hidden Sage is often recited as an old man with a hood, and this time the original witch also has her own specific image, but the seven orthodox gods each have their own
The symbol of the Holy Emblem, is this why they are called the Righteous Gods?”
Dunn, who was standing in front of the front desk, first glanced at Roshan, who was full of curiosity, and then carefully explained:
"This is not the whole reason, but it is also part of the reason why they are called evil gods. Because of their fall, they have human images used to seduce the world."
Klein momentarily remembered the secret mechanism of the Nighthawks, and realized his sudden impulse. Not only did he quickly straighten his head, he quickly walked down the spiral staircase.
Why am I as forgetful as the captain? I could have asked him in the office just now... Klein shook his head and stopped thinking about it. The pace on his legs became faster and faster.
A few minutes later, Klein carefully retrieved the sealed object numbered 3-0217. He had more in his hands to avoid the mirror being wrapped tightly in black velvet. Behind him was a nervous-looking Cohen Li, one behind the other.
The ground came to the surface.
Dunn looked at Klein and Cornley and made a decisive judgment.
"Kenli, you come and use this sealed artifact."
After receiving the order, Cohen's face suddenly turned pale. He took a few breaths and stiffly took the tightly wrapped mirror from Klein's hand.
Klein on the side was also affected by his emotions and became slightly nervous. He subconsciously touched his coat pocket, but did not feel the familiar cold touch that the "Sleep" spell brought to him as usual.
Oops, I left all the talismans above the gray mist... Klein couldn't help but bared his teeth and thought silently:
"I don't know if I can still take it off. After all, I returned to the gray fog completely passively this time, and the items contained in my spirit body were also put up together. Maybe I can only rely on 'sacrifice' and 'gift'...
..."
Dunn didn't notice Klein's gaffe, but casually reassured the nervous Cohen. It wasn't until the Nighthawks' exclusive carriage was ready that he turned to Klein and raised his chin, indicating that they would get on the carriage together.
.
After Cornley, who was in charge of using the sealed artifact, sat firmly on the carriage, Dunn, who was in charge of driving, raised his whip and drove the carriage towards Mrs. Sharon's mansion under the guidance of Klein.
............
More than twenty minutes later, the Nighthawk Captain arrived at Olsner Street with two "rookies" and parked the car far away from the house. In the dark, they bent down and touched Mrs. Sharon's vast garden.
They carefully examined the tall house in front of them, observing every window or door that might be Mrs. Sharon's escape.
After observing and exploring for a while, they lowered their footsteps and walked under the balcony that Klein had chosen when he entered during the investigation. They looked at the quietly creeping house in front of them, showing no signs of anything strange, and started taking action.
Since Klein lacked the citrine pendulum to assist in divination, he could only take out a coin from his pocket, raise it with his thumb, and spin it in the air to complete the divination.
He looked up at the captain who was watching him and said with a solemn expression:
"It is indeed dangerous to enter now."
Dunn's eyes stayed on the coin in Klein's hand for a while, and then he made a judgment:
"Proceed carefully and deal with Mrs. Sharon as soon as possible. Don't let her escape."
Just after he finished speaking, he suddenly looked up and looked at the height that needed to be climbed from here to the second floor, and couldn't help but add:
"Wait, don't act yet."
Why? Just as Klein was about to ask out loud, he saw the captain's lips moving and he explained softly.
"In order to avoid the situation encountered when surrounding Triss before, I first pulled Sharon into the dream. You can take this opportunity to kill her to avoid unnecessary danger."
Cornley, who was holding the sealed object at the side, nodded in agreement, and Klein, who was already ready to take action, also relaxed his tense muscles slightly and breathed a slow sigh of relief.
Dunn immediately stopped wasting time, lowered his head, and his eyes instantly turned dark, pulling Klein and both of them into a dream.
In the dream, Klein quickly regained consciousness with his own special blessing, and then looked at Cornley opposite him, who was also awakened by the captain.
As for Dunn, who disappeared out of thin air, he suddenly appeared in the air between the two bodies three or four seconds later and nodded calmly.
The captain had dragged Mrs. Sharon into the dream... Klein's thoughts moved slightly, and he returned to reality with Cornley, who had also received the news. The two quickly looked at each other and started taking action without delay.
As the Sequence Eight in the team, Klein consciously assumed the role of the main force at this time.
He had already climbed to the second floor. With the powerful movement ability given by the "Joker" potion, he hung upside down, took over the sealed object that hindered Cornley's movement with both hands, and exerted his abdominal muscles under the surprised gaze of the other party.
, moved the upper body back, and rolled over to the balcony on the second floor.
Cornley, whose hands were freed, did not hesitate and followed quickly using both hands and feet.
He consciously stretched out his hands and retrieved the sealed object he was responsible for. At the same time, he removed the black cloth on it and allowed the spiritual world behind the mirror to connect to reality.
Klein took advantage of this moment to skillfully pry open the closed balcony wooden door, gently push it open, and look at the bedroom where he had been.
Among them, Mrs. Sharon was sleeping naked on the chair in front of the easel, with a paintbrush between her fingertips.
The captain succeeded! Klein couldn't help but feel happy, and looked at Cohen Li behind him with excitement.
He looked back and clearly saw the change on Cornley's face from secret joy to horror.
At this moment, a burst of purple light silently erupted from the depths of the bedroom.