Chapter 11 Metaphysical Detective

The dimly lit room was covered with a thin layer of light red moon gauze, and everything was indistinct and not clear enough.

The three men in black coats were sleeping soundly in different places, and on that group of small sofas, Klein seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep with his eyes closed as if he had melted into the night.

His dream is a gray and distorted world, with flashes of brilliance from time to time.

In the end, these brilliance freeze into a picture.

It was a gloomy corner, with sewage flowing on the ground, a man in a tan short, white shirt, and brown vest was lying against the wall, surrounded by dense gray mice.

Half of the man's lip was gnawed off, exposing the yellowish teeth and rotten gums inside. His nose was only blood stained, mixed with some short hairs, and the flesh and blood on his face disappeared one after another, clearly showing a sharp look. White bones, strips of white, fat maggots crawled in and out everywhere, wriggling constantly, and the throat seemed to have been bitten by some wild beast, and at least half of it was missing.

Klein could barely make out that this was Zreal Victor Lee. The mature and handsome appearance in the black-and-white photo given by him and Ian could no longer be compared.

Zreal is already dead, and in a few days, he will probably be gnawed to the bone, maybe not even complete... Klein escaped from the dream, recalling the scene he saw just now.

The past experiences have allowed him to witness similar corpses in a relatively calm manner.

Looking at the crimson moon outside the window, Klein thought for about ten seconds before deciding to try psychic channeling to the man in black next to Sha.

The corresponding "Amanda" hydrosol and "Spiritual Eye" potion, he has prepared a bottle respectively in the previous few days of preparation. As for the tranquility potion, Klein does not need it. Remain calm and rational during forced psychics.

After arranging the simple altar and letting the quiet and peaceful fragrance spread out, creating a half-dream and half-awake state, Klein prayed to himself, to the "fool who does not belong to this era".

Then, he entered above the gray mist and responded with two-thirds of his spirituality.

"When I advance to Sequence 7, similar prayers should be able to leverage the power of the mysterious space above the gray mist just like summoning and sacrifice ceremonies..." Looking around, Klein made a rough judgment and quickly returned real world.

He passed through the starry sky and the chaotic and noisy thinking storm, and entered the mental level of the target man, and saw the illusory figure of the target man floating in the air.

"Who sent you to Zreal's house?" Klein glanced and asked in a deep voice.

The man's phantom eyes answered in a dazed way:

"Meursault, Meursault sent me to wait for a boy named Ian."

The light and shadow in his spiritual world changed accordingly, showing a thin, lean man with darker skin, who was the leader of the group of people chasing Ian that Klein met on the steam subway.

Sure enough, it was him... Klein had consumed too much spirituality while responding to his prayers, and he was starting to feel tired at this moment, so he hurriedly asked:

"And who instructed Meursault?"

"I don't know...he is the 'executor' of our Zimeng Party, and no one can instruct him, except the boss." The man said blankly.

Zmange... the word corresponding to "warrior" in the plateau language... Klein, a pseudo-historian and true mystic, suddenly had a throbbing pain in his head, and his body flew out of the thought storm involuntarily.

It didn't take long for him to break out of the psychic state, and he felt his head twitching hollowly.

He didn't leave in a hurry, he packed up the materials and shorts in an orderly manner, and opened the window of the oriel window to let the cold night wind blow in, dispelling the smell of "Amanda" hydrosol and "Spiritual Eye" potion .

During this process, Klein returned to the balcony, locked the door from the inside, and wiped all the places he touched.

After Zreal's bedroom returned to its previous state, he pressed his chest and bowed to the three men who were still sleeping soundly.

straighten your back,

Klein put on his gloves, leaped, and nimbly flipped out of the oriel window, and stood on his toes, taking advantage of the extremely narrow space.

He lifted the vertical latch upwards, blocked the bottom with tarot cards, and used the ability of "Joker" to feel the details and adjust the balance.

After a few seconds, Klein slowly withdrew the tarot card, and the vertical latch was stabilized in place without falling down.

brush!

He closed the half of the window without the latch first, then dodged over, and pushed in with his right hand to close the other half.

This movement was so fast that the bolt didn't fall down until there was a vibration, and it was inserted precisely into the matching iron hole.

bang! An indelible sound sounded, like a strong wind hitting the glass surface.

Knowing that the three men in the bedroom would wake up slowly, Klein jumped directly to the street without further delay.

The height of the second floor would not be dangerous for him now, but he couldn't keep silent when he landed, and it also created a not-so-obvious movement.

Klein quickly left the neighborhood and left the Long Rose Street, but he didn't directly return to Minsk Street in Jorwood District in a rented carriage.

He turned a few corners and headed towards the adjacent East District.

On a cold night, with the chilly wind piercing his bones, Klein shivered and decided that he needed to add a sweater for his future actions. He decided to buy charcoal in the next few days to let the fireplace play its due role.

After an unknown amount of time, without a map, he entered Backlund's Eastern District by instinct.

There are very few gas street lights here, and only one or two can be seen from a distance. If the dark clouds hadn't covered the red moon tonight, Klein believed that many sections of the road would be too dark to see clearly.

As he walked, he suddenly saw pairs of eyes appearing in the deep darkness in front of him, and hunched figures emerged one after another.

They came swaying from a vague distance, silent, soundless.

Living corpse? Klein paused abruptly, reached out to hold the "Requiem Charm" and the Tarot cards, and quickly activated his Spirit Vision.

He saw the color of the unhealthy and weak aura, and also saw the appearance of those figures.

These are living people, normal living people, with numb expressions, empty eyes, weak movements, male and female.

It's almost past midnight, why are they still walking on the street... Klein leaned to one side suspiciously, and passed the group of people from the street, but soon, he encountered the second wave, the third wave, the same There is pain in the numbness.

He frowned slightly, and was about to go up to ask, when he suddenly heard a burst of shouting and cursing from ahead:

"Get up! Get up for me!"

"You sons of bitches!"

"Streets and parks are not places for you guys to sleep!"

... Klein was startled, and the words corresponding to "Poor Law" immediately popped up in his mind, and he understood what was going on.

He himself had the same experience.

Phew... Klein exhaled, quickened his pace, and walked towards his one-bedroom house on Black Palm Street in the East District.

There, he slept for two hours, initially recovered his spirituality, and then went out again, breaking a withered branch as a "divination staff".

"The location of Zreal's body."

"The location of Zreal's body."

...

After divination again and again, Klein walked for a long time with the help of short tan divinations, until he reached a corner of the East District, where there was a sewer entrance.

After the great plague 12 years ago, the Loen Kingdom gradually established an advanced sewer system in the capital, surpassing the "Roselle Legacy" of the Republic of Intis in one fell swoop.

After removing the cover, Klein held his breath and climbed down the vertical metal stairs.

Because it was not specially made clothes, he didn’t use many pockets, and couldn’t carry too many items, so he abandoned the “Kragg Oil” he learned from Frye, the “Kragg Oil” that refreshed his mind and eliminated odors. Foreign regret.

Ten seconds later, Klein touched the ground with both feet, feeling the stickiness of the ground.

The dirty feeling stimulated his arms and body to produce fine bumps, but he could only endure it forcefully and continued to walk forward, walking forward in the empty and quiet sewer.

There is a fork in the road ahead, one of which is relatively hidden, and there is a thicker and more disgusting smell than other places.

Klein turned around and walked all the way to the end, and saw dense spiritual light spots and aura colors.

Without using candles, he activated his spiritual vision to directly reflect the gloomy corner and the rotten, gnawed and tattered corpse.

This is exactly the same as what he saw in the dream divination.

squeak!

The dense gray mice fled in all directions, but some stayed where they were, refusing to leave, reluctant to give up food.

After confirming that it was Zreal, Klein hesitated for a moment before quickly setting up the psychic ritual.

Hmm... If there is nothing wrong with Ian's description, Zreal died only a few days ago, and the "psychic" should be able to gain some superficial information... He thought confidently.

Woo!

With the swirling wind and the establishment of the spiritual wall, the mice all escaped, and Klein performed the ritual step by step, just like before.

"Zreal's cause of death."

"Zreal's cause of death."

...

As he recited over and over again, Klein's eyes turned black, his pupils disappeared, and the whites of his eyes disappeared. He quickly entered a dream with the help of meditation.

However, in that foggy and illusory world, nothing appeared.

Klein opened his eyes and made a judgment with a slight frown:

"Psychic failure..."

"Someone has 'processed' Zreal's spirit..."

"There are Extraordinary people involved in this matter."

"Pretend to be Zreal, and none of the detectives can see through it, which also proves this from the side."

After contemplating for a while, Klein made a decision, that is, to stop here and not get involved any more. Anyway, his commission has been completed.

"Tell Ian to call the police." He whispered, put away the materials, and lifted the spiritual wall. ...

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