Chapter 15 The Messenger

Almost instinctively, Klein suddenly bent his knees, swayed his back, and rolled in another direction, that is, the direction of the bathroom door.

Whoosh!

A small black-feathered arrow was stuck on the sink. The arrow looked like bone, with a blue color, which was really beautiful.

If Klein had hesitated just now, he would definitely not be able to escape this sudden attack!

After tumbling for a while, Klein reached into his pocket, trying to draw out a few Tarot cards.

But at this moment, he felt a gust of wind rushing towards his face, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black figure approaching at high speed, and bullied him with a posture that surpassed ordinary people. .

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Klein hurriedly gave up his previous thoughts, and blocked the attack with an elbow.

With a bang, he felt his entire left arm go numb instantly, and his body was pulled out irresistibly, just like the tennis and squash that the middle class likes to play most and football, which is currently popular among the lower-class workers.

What a power! Klein's heart tightened, and he adjusted his body in mid-air in a panic, changed his posture, and barely maintained his balance, as if he was performing acrobatics.

Snapped! Pa, pa... At this moment, the bark-colored blowpipe had just landed on the floor of the bathroom, and bounced behind the door, from fast to slow.

Just as Klein was about to stretch his body and stand firmly in response to the subsequent attack, another image suddenly flashed in his mind:

The enemy in black was faster than he had imagined, and arrived faster than he expected. He lowered his waist and swung his arm, and punched him in the chest.

In an instant, Klein's body regrouped and turned half a circle longer, like small balls that kept falling and being thrown away.

Snapped!

On his head and feet, he reached out and pressed his hands to the ground, and opened his legs like scissors, so that the fists of the man in black could not hit anything, passed through the gap, and exploded the air.

The fist originally aimed at the chest could only hit Klein's legs after he turned his body upside down, and the legs can be opened.

Pressing and supporting, Klein retracted his legs, and quickly jumped to the other side, finally standing upright.

Snapped!

Before he had time to look at the enemy, the black figure leaned sideways, making a strong wind noise.

Respond so fast! Klein quickly crossed his arms and stood in front of him.

Amidst the muffled bang, it was as if he had been hit by a black bear. He couldn't bear the majestic force, so he could only stagger back, almost losing consciousness in his arms.

At the same time, Klein finally recognized who the attacker was.

He is dark-skinned, thin and lean, with sunken eye sockets. He is the "executor" Meursault of the Zmanger Party, the Meursault who came to find Detective Moriarty in the morning!

Clap clap! With a fierce look in his eyes, Meursault chased after him, waving his arms, hooking left or swinging right, and launched a storm-like attack.

Klein's strength was significantly different from that of the opponent, and he was unable to parry it head-on. He barely escaped this combination of punches by relying on his agility and premonition.

no! Must play to my strengths! A similar thought flashed by, and Klein stopped trying to fight. His body shortened, his legs stopped, and he rolled to the side.

Click! A chair was torn apart by Meursault's kick.

Klein propped up his hands, strained his back, and continued to roll, looking for a chance to take out the Tarot cards and the self-made spell.

pedal! pedal! pedal!

Meursault quickly caught up, kicking out with both legs alternately, not much slower than the enemy.

He is like a giant bear with agility talent, and he has no shortcomings in all aspects. The tumbling Klein can only focus on dodging and parrying, and has no time to draw cards and spells.

Crack, bang, bang!

The chair was broken, the table was overturned, and the coat rack fell over. Klein made a half-circle, and the situation became more and more precarious.

Can't go on like this! He kept dodging, rolling and rolling, seeking every opportunity to reverse the situation.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the coffee table in the living room, and an idea came to his mind.

boom! Fighting with one hand and leaping back, Klein endured the pain and rolled towards the living room area.

At this time, the muscles of Meursault's legs suddenly swelled, as if they were inflated.

pedal! The ground seemed to shake when he stepped on it, and he jumped out, shooting towards Klein like a bullet, and then pulled out his leg.

Klein tried to hold back, but was thrown out again. He knocked over the coffee table with a bang, and the ceramic tea set flew to the cabinet, and the round-bellied pens, standard contracts, and various newspapers were scattered all over the place.

Seeing that the detective wearing a black double-breasted long coat was knocked limp, unable to stand up or roll over for a while, Meursault's eyes were fierce, and he slid forward and pushed out his knees amidst the sound of porcelain breaking one after another.

Klein looked at this scene with his eyes widened, and he already held a standard contract in his hand.

He fled to the living room, ignoring the hint of premonition and continued to roll to the coffee table, just to get a standard contract, or a newspaper!

Seeing Meursault's knee pushing fiercely, Klein's wrist suddenly trembled.

At this moment, a picture appeared in his mind again, the picture of Meursault's neck leaning back.

Whoosh!

Klein pressed his wrist slightly, shaking out the standard contract in his hand.

Whoosh!

The contract was shot at Meursault's throat like a dart made of fine steel. At this time, the distance between the two was not more than one meter, and as the opponent's front bumped, they were getting closer!

The white shadow came into view, and Meursault instinctively leaned back, trying to avoid it.

puff!

The standard contract was accurately stuck in Meursault's throat and into his windpipe.

A little frothy blood flowed out, and Meursault fell in front of Klein, his knees hitting the ground heavily.

"He, He, He..." He pulled out the blood-stained standard contract and held his throat tightly.

But he couldn't stop the bleeding from the wound, and his eyes gradually became dizzy.

In the end, his body twitched a few times, but he didn't move again.

Klein slowed down for a while before he had the strength to turn over and stand up, holding a few tarot cards between his fingers, guarding against possible counterattacks and other enemies.

After turning on his spirit vision and confirming that the opponent was dead, Klein looked around and found no other aura color.

It wasn't until this time that his tension eased a little, and he noticed that two chairs were broken, the coffee table was broken in many places, porcelain was scattered all over the floor, and the entire living room, dining room, and hallway were in a mess.

Lowering his head, he saw that the sleeves of the long dress were damaged a lot, and the outer layer of the wool was covered with dust.

Suddenly, Klein laughed at himself in a low voice:

"This can't be reimbursed..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

He laughed, as if he had encountered something that could be enjoyed for a lifetime, he almost leaned forward and backward, laughing so that only his laughter echoed in the whole room.

Tens of seconds later, Klein suppressed his smile and walked to the side of Meursault's body with a solemn expression.

He wants the dead to speak!

After the familiar psychic ritual and self-response, Klein smelled the quiet fragrance and whispered using the "Dream Divination" technique:

"The main messenger of Operation Meursault."

Soon, his eyes turned black and he entered the dreamland, seeing a cloud of gray.

There are sudden changes in light and shadow in the gray world, condensing pictures and scenes:

In front of Meursault is a middle-aged man without a hat. The collar and cuffs of his white shirt have complicated, layered, and petal-shaped decorations, which look extremely gorgeous. Coupled with a tight black vest and skinny trousers, it looks fancy And pompous.

This middle-aged man has brown hair and blue eyes. He has a thin face with a beard and a good taste. He is a very good-looking gentleman.

He looked at Meursault and said in a deep voice:

"No matter what you do, you must find Ian Wright and try to keep him alive. If he dies, please bring him to me within an hour, preferably 15 minutes."

"Yes, Mr. Ambassador." Meursault did not hide his arrogance, but still lowered his head.

The screen was broken, and Klein frowned:

Mr. Ambassador?

This matter actually involves other countries?

Judging from the style of the shirt, this ambassador is probably the ambassador of the Republic of Intis to Backlund...

Ian is just a big boy...

That gentleman knows psychics, at least there are people who know psychics around him...

Klein thought for a while, and gave the "Dream Divination" statement again:

"The purpose of finding Ian Wright."

In the gray and illusory dreamland, Klein saw the middle-aged gentleman again.

He stared at Meursault, and said in a low voice:

"You don't need to know why, just do what I tell you."

"I will give you potions and money so that you can become the behind-the-scenes talker of the Zmang Party. It is not for you to ask questions, but for you to do things!"

"Well...you just need to know that Ian Wright may be involved in a very important item."

As the scene faded, Klein once again exited the dream.

A very important item... I really can't see it, Ian... What could it be... Potion... Meursault turned out to be an Extraordinary, no wonder his fighting is so powerful and terrifying, he should be here Extraordinary people with expertise in this field... As he was having so many thoughts, Klein felt exhausted. Answering his own prayers by himself was really exhausting his spirituality.

If he wanted to return to his previous psychic level, he probably had to wait until he became Sequence Seven.

After finishing the ceremony and dismantling the spiritual wall, Klein looked at Meursault's body and observed it carefully for a long time.

Finally, he saw a little bit of spiritual light gathering at the wound in the other party's throat, slowly condensing into one piece.

Carefully grabbing it, Klein found a crimson object in the shape of an earth jelly in his palm.

"This is the extraordinary characteristic left by Meursault? I don't know what sequence potion it will be... It's easy to determine. You can get the answer by divination above the gray fog... Theoretically speaking, the low-sequence extraordinary characteristic, Even without auxiliary materials, people can directly obtain the corresponding ability, but after taking it, it is easy to go crazy and lose control on the spot... The auxiliary materials of low-sequence potions hardly contain spirituality..." Klein let go of his thoughts, and then He forcibly withdrew his attention.

A corpse was placed in front of him like this, which gave him a headache about what to do next.

ps: Toad has opened a new book, "Full-time Valkyrie", the beginning is very coquettish, especially the name of the protagonist.

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