Chapter 32

Chapter 51 Klein is tracking down the devil

Chapter 140 Klein is chasing the devil

Backlund Bridge area, a certain street corner.

Several members of the "Mechanical Heart" in plain clothes followed the police in black and white uniforms and squeezed into the street corner that was already surrounded by reporters outside the cordon.

"Damn it, didn't I ask you to stop them?"

The police inspector with the shiny silver star on his epaulette tried his best to resist the urge to cover his face and nose with a handkerchief. He pointed angrily at the reporters outside the cordon who were holding their cameras high and wanted to take pictures, and questioned the subordinates who had their heads buried so low that they did not dare to look at their superiors.

"Sir, we have tried our best...but we don't know which bastard leaked the news. These wild rabbits can run faster than dogs that smell shit..."

"That's enough!" The police inspector with black temples and blue eyes waved his hand heavily.

"But..."

The sweaty police officer wanted to explain a few more words, but was pushed aside by the inspector.

He didn't want to waste time with useless subordinates. He frowned and adjusted his clothes. He made sure that the silver star embellishment on his shoulder that symbolized his status as an inspector was still visible. Then he turned and walked deeper into the cordon. Cautiously humble.

"Sir Ekanser, is there anything else we need to cooperate with?" The police inspector with black temples and blue eyes smiled and bowed, causing the subordinates who had just been reprimanded by him to become curious about the few men in black who were accompanying the police inspector. What is your identity?

Behind the advertising sign of the newspaper and bookstore on the corner, the dark coal was stained with dry red, and the abdomen had lost its padding. The shriveled and collapsed female body lay on the pile of coal. The dark blue dress, which was conservative but still beautiful in design, was stained with blood. It turned an ugly purple color, and the soft, smooth fabric became stiff and dry as the blood drained away.

At a glance, the deceased seemed to have encountered a beast twice her size. Her ruptured abdominal cavity, missing internal organs, and broken limbs all showed that she had suffered horrific torture during her lifetime. The dark red mark left on the flaxen skin, the five clearly defined claws, and the bloody traces hanging from the sharp blade were dry and scabbed. Ikonse could restore a scene in his mind with just a rough sweep of the four-legged beast's hind limbs. On the woman's thigh, two sharp front claws put aside the flesh and blood, reach into the woman's belly and tear out the intestines.

This kind of scene still has a powerful impact on him who has dealt with many extraordinary incidents of evil deeds.

It's not that he hasn't seen more tragic victim scenes, but there are too many doubts hidden in the current murder.

It is undisputed that the security situation in the Backlund Bridge area is poor, but this does not mean that a giant beast with an exaggerated size and possibly an appearance beyond the understanding of ordinary people will be ignored by passers-by walking in the city!

Besides, did the deceased really have no chance to make any attempt to save himself before he died?

There was no scream, no shout, no scream after being disemboweled. The giant beast just walked through the crowded streets like a thief breaking into a house, and leisurely killed an innocent man at the feet of the servant of God. Madam, you didn't attract any attention the whole time and you were able to escape smoothly?

There are too many doubts...

Ikanser stood silently beside the tragically dead body for too long. The police inspector who had been standing behind him listened to the increasingly louder voices of reporters outside the cordon who were watching the excitement and did not mind the matter, and finally could not withstand the pressure.

Just when the anxious police inspector was about to "wake up" Ikanser, the captain of the "Mechanical Heart" who was dressed in black and looked solemn suddenly turned his head.

"Are there any witnesses at the scene?"

"Who reported the crime? Who discovered the body?"

Questions were thrown out one after another, which made the police inspector with black temples and blue eyes feel dizzy. He had to drag another police officer who arrived before him to repeat Ikanse's questions before he took the second-hand answer. replied:

"The person who reported the crime is the owner of a newspaper and bookstore."

The police inspector motioned to Ikanser to look at the coal pile under the woman's body.

"There was no special coal storage room in the bookstore, so he piled the coal needed for the fire under the glass window."

"The body was discovered when he was getting coal to heat the stove."

Glass window... Ikanser's sight on the coal pile shifted slightly as he turned his neck. Sure enough, he saw a glass that could almost be called a floor-to-ceiling window fifteen centimeters to the left of the coal pile.

The top of the oil-stained glass has a religious story painted in color, but there is no pattern blocking the bottom. The boss sitting behind the cashier in the house can see clearly what is happening on the coal pile on the other side of the glass as long as he turns his back.

With a distance of fifteen centimeters, relying on wooden frames and glass windows with almost no sound insulation effect, the bookstore owner did not immediately notice that a murder was happening behind him...

Ikanser took two small steps around the body.

On one side of the corner where the bookstore is located is a street that is spacious enough for two carriages to drive at the same time, while on the other side it is relatively narrow, with a cafe and a tailor shop behind the street.

"That's it for now."

Seeing that Ikanser had no questions to ask and no intention of pursuing him further, the inspector could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"We'll take the body away, and you can handle the scene." Ikanser said in a consultative tone, but what the inspector heard was an unquestionable order.

He nodded vigorously.

"Understood, sir."

In the blink of an eye, the police inspector with black temples and blue eyes returned to his usual arrogant style, frowned suddenly, and shouted in the direction of the cordon:

"Callis, please step aside from the reporters outside and tell them to contact the press office at Silveras Field if they have any questions."

"Anyone who crowds around the scene will be treated as if they are trying to damage the scene, and they will be treated as suspected criminal accomplices!"

when!

While the police inspector was giving orders and trying to scare away reporters, twelve bells rang in the direction of the Lever Church adjacent to the West Balam Dockyard. The hour hand passed the sacred number protected by the God of Steam and Machinery. White steam came from the top of the Lever Church. Smoke pipes spewed out, and hymns of praise echoed inside and outside along with the loud noises caused by the rotation of huge gears and levers.

Within the cordon, members of the "Mechanical Heart" wearing uniform thick black windbreakers stopped their work invariably, looked in the direction of the holy steam, and listened quietly.

Beside the body, Ikanser took off his hat, revealing a mess of brown hair.

He tapped his chest three times with his fingers and let out a long sigh.

"Praise for steam."

"May you protect the innocent souls traveling to your country."

…

"Have you found out the identity of this lady?" Ikanser asked the young man who had just walked into the room with his hair neatly slicked back.

Backlund Mechanical Research Society, a three-story house located next to the Lever Church near the West Balam Shipyard, is the office location of the extraordinary team under the church, just like the Blackthorn Security Company in Tingen.

In a windowless room, a female corpse with a shriveled abdomen and no internal organs lay on a cold dissecting table. Carlson, with thick spectacles, held a scalpel that reflected the cold silver light and carefully hung it up for surgery. The liquid on the knife dripped two drops of milky white and yellow liquid into the test tube.

"Carly Steer, a fashion designer who has just become famous." Max Livermore paused, "Like the five previous victims who can be identified, she also had The experience of a street girl."

"Unfortunate encounter." Ikanser sighed, "Our initial guess was correct, it was another extension of the serial murder Ripper case."

He took the report summary from Max Livermore in one hand, and in the other hand he took the test tube that Carlson had just processed with ritual magic on the dissecting table behind him.

In the glass test tube, an evil purple mist wrapped around the bile extracted from Carly Stelle's body. They clung to the wall of the test tube, constantly eating away at the little vitality remaining in biological tissues such as bile.

Birthplace: Winter County... In 1347, she divorced her husband El Boya due to property disputes after bankruptcy... In 1348, Carly Steer's clothing and fashion design company closed down... In August 1349, Carly... Stell's fashion design work "Lilies Blooming in the Night" was featured on the cover of "Lady's Aesthetics" magazine...

"It is almost certain that the 'devil' committed the crime." Ikanse murmured to himself.

"The remaining aura and curse of the 'demon' were extracted from Carly Stelle's body." Carlson agreed, "This time the demon is a little hasty in its attack. It has never left anything for us to use before. clue."

"But what is his purpose?"

Max Livermore spread his hands and stood in front of the door and glanced doubtfully at the female body that died tragically on the autopsy table.

"Captain, if he is really a demon, what is his motive?"

"We all know that the only ones who can lurk in the city for a long time without being discovered by us are the extraordinary ones who master the path of evil gods and believe in the 'dark side of the universe'."

"These cultists often commit bloody massacres in order to complete promotion rituals. But in this Ripper incident, not only was the time of committing the crime irregular, which did not meet the needs of their promotion rituals, but even the victims had specific similar pasts and experiences. , he is making it more difficult for himself."

"Don't you think this is contradictory?"

Ikanser listened carefully to Max's analysis and nodded in agreement.

Everything the Ripper did showed that he was at least at the level of Sequence Six, which did not meet the needs of an Extraordinary of the "Devil" path to kill and hunt in the "Serial Killer" era.

Moreover, the "devil" promotion ceremony requires interval killings, and the Ripper took the initiative to break this. Even though the victims have the same status as street girls, they are surprisingly consistent with their experiences of falling into sinful lives. The strong color of religious sacrifice is also destined to not be a demonic ritual that "Machine Heart" is familiar with.

"But we can't draw any conclusions yet. It's possible that this demon is planning a strange ritual that we don't know about."

Out of caution, Ikanser decided to report the results of this investigation to his immediate superior, Archbishop Horamik Haydon.

He glanced at Max, who was standing at the door.

"Compile a few more copies of the report and send them to the Church of Night and the Church of Storms respectively, and also send one to MI9 for their attention."

"The demons of Sequence Six have mastered the ability to perceive malice. If we don't put in some effort, this case will not be solved in another month."

…

"parasitic."

"Not parasitic."

"parasitic."

"Not parasitic."

…

In the Backlund Bridge area, in front of a house, Amon, who had a monocle on the bridge of his nose, black hair and black eyes, and a neat dark green postman uniform, looked at a door on the third floor of the house shrouded in warm, dark yellow light. Opening a window, he rubbed his chin in confusion.

The footprints on the ground, the pungent smell of sulfur in the air, the devil's unique "body odor" of depravity, the speeding carriages, and the running newsboys, He took everything on the street into view, and the tangible people and objects were in His sight. Looking down, it turns into abstract symbols and is incorporated into the puzzle that is about to be solved by him, becoming a part of the question.

The "Stealer" has the ability to steal the fate of others, but is not as good as its two adjacent sequence companions in spying and predicting fate.

Therefore, Amon, who did not want to attract the attention of other forces prematurely and turn himself into a target of public criticism, could only use the most primitive method.

Through his identity as a postman, He legally selects targets suitable for the "Devil" before the "Devil".

In the process, He discovered the "Devil's" partner, found the less active backer behind the "Devil", and caught one or two "puppets" prepared by the "Devil" for himself.

"Reasonably enter the fate of the little guy chosen by 'Secret'..."

"Well, his fate has been intertwined with that of Zarath's brat and Orochi's hide-and-seek playmate..."

Amon pushed up the monocle on his right eye, and as the puzzle was solved, he suddenly came up with an idea.

Since using his own identity to enter the little guy's destiny would attract attention, he would change his destiny to wear it as a disguise, UU Reading www. Doesn't uukanshu.net perfectly solve this problem?

Amon has no procrastination.

Thinking of this, He reached out his hand without hesitation.

On the street, the postman who had been standing by the mailbox for more than ten minutes disappeared in an instant, and a dark green figure quietly appeared in a two-bedroom apartment on the third floor of a private house.

Amon stared at the closed door of the bathroom. Behind the door, the sound of water falling from the shower on the floor was mixed with the sound of a woman.

The furnishings in the two-bedroom apartment were quite simple, so Amon didn't rush to do anything. He first found an old single sofa that was relatively neat and free of women's underwear and sat down on it.

He picked up a certain lady's bonnet from the low table with great interest, and using a mirror not far from the living room that was not blocked by debris, he swung it left and right to find a suitable angle.

Finally, after Amon played with everything in the house except women's underwear, the bathroom door lock clicked open.

Moist and warm steam came out together with the lady wrapped in a bath towel.

"It's time for a change of underwear."

The lady pinched her right eye, unfolded her bath towel, and a layer of white water-stained material fell to the floor.

…

"Let it run away..."

The orange flame extinguished, revealing half a blackened playing card stuck in the crack of the brick wall.

Sharon's unreal and unreal figure floated in the air, staring at the distance where the ferocious black back of the "devil" disappeared, and she looked at each other without saying a word for a long time.

Klein is hunting down demons. It's very exciting and busy, so he almost doesn't appear, Le.

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Chapter 52 Blessings from Angels

Chapter 141 Blessings from Angels

"I have some impressions of the eight kings of angels in the past. In the era when I had not lost my memory and were active in their original identities, most of them had given up the names given to them by the Creator of the Third Age and were active in new identities. On the earth."

"Their past identities were an absolute taboo even in the Fourth Age when gods walked on the earth. Not only were three of them already overcoming the initial constraints of incomplete authority under Sequence Zero to reach the top of the True God, it was the final step. Insignificant factors, but also because the interests they each represented have been deeply tied to the ecology of the northern and southern continents."

"Unfortunately, I haven't recovered all my memories yet, and some details are still very vague. Compared to the three people who cannot be named by name today, even the remaining two, I have only retained a very small part of the impression."

"The description you appended to your letter reminded me of something."

"The Aurora Society you are currently working with, the two leaders of the followers of the True Creator, the Red Angel Medici, the leader of the Red War, and the Pope Regent of Trunsoest, the Angel of Destiny Ourolyus, these The only King of Angels who remains loyal to the Creator."

"At the end of my past memory, the two of them lost their whereabouts one after another."

"In my impression, Medici should have died long ago, on the eve of Blood Emperor Tudor's ascension to the throne, and Ourolius was also in the early stages of the outbreak of the war between the North and South Continent. With the complete destruction of the Solomon Empire, Trentosus The powerful ministers of the First Empire, and now the royal family of the Northern Continent, with the support of the True God, disappeared from the public view at the moment they overran the throne. At the same time as Him, there were several duke families who escaped into the secret world, and Ye Ye The only three direct descendants of Emperor Trunsoest and his queen Onya."

"As for your repeated emphasis in your letter, please let me not rashly associate or speculate on the true identities of those two sons of the Creator."

"Don't worry about my safety. Their specialness is difficult for angels to effectively lock on existences that only connect with them through thoughts. What should be more careful is that they have not reached the level they should be and understand the secrets too early. The historical you."

"I don't know the true thoughts of the Aurora Society's entrusting you with such dangerous secrets, but you must be vigilant. Every generosity they seem to be well-intentioned may be a sugar-coated cannonball, just like Rose. As I said, all the gifts given by fate have already been marked with a secret price."

"...Sorry, not only you, but I have also experienced many adventures recently that are difficult to briefly summarize. I have recalled more horrific pasts that I don't want to look back on, and my mentality has changed. In short, you must be careful."

"...I am currently wandering near Backlund, not far away from you. If you encounter danger, don't be stingy and take care of it. Don't look forward and backward. Please inform me as soon as possible..."

"...That copper whistle may have a closer relationship with me than you and I thought at the beginning. It has some of my characteristics and can awaken the dead and attract the dead. For extraordinary people on the 'Death' path, It is undoubtedly the best helper, but for you, you must remember to seal it to a certain extent at ordinary times, otherwise it may bring misfortune to you without your awareness. The specific sealing methods that you can achieve alone are: These two..."

"... Regarding the 'War of the Four Emperors', I have found some hidden dangers left over from that era. The trouble may be slowly awakening on this continent. If you obtain any information about the three emperors who once ruled the Northern Continent, , if it's convenient, please be sure to let me know."

Your history instructor, Azik Eggers…

His eyes flashed across the familiar and timeless handwriting. Klein rubbed the browned papyrus commonly found in village post offices in his hand, feeling warm in his heart.

Mr. Azik was so polite. He wrote so many precious secrets directly in a letter and gave it to me without any reward. He also asked me to tell him when I was in danger...

Not shy about Sharon lurking around him, Klein took out Azik's copper whistle from his pocket.

He looked at this object that he had only used as a medium to summon messengers in the past, and his eyes were alert to a level that had never appeared before.

Feeling the soft coldness in his palm, Klein followed Azik's instructions in his heart and put the copper whistle into an iron cigarette box reinforced by the spiritual wall.

Mr. Azik asked me to be careful about the historical secrets that Aurora would share with me... He was afraid that after I learned enough history, I would establish contact with those dangerous beings who were not dead?

Needless to say about the two divine sons of the Creator, Mr. Azik seemed to be overtly and covertly reminding me to be careful about the protagonists in "War of the Four Emperors"...

In his memory, Medici had already died... Was the point at which Mr. Azik lost his memory before the end of the "Pale Disaster"?

His memory does not seem to include the establishment of the Second Empire of Trunsoest and the return of the "Red Angel" in the Holy Book of the True Creator.

When the time is right, well, just in the next few days, ask Mr. Azik if he wants to see the "Black Emperor" card... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his fingers, and the spiritual flames ignited from his fingertips quickly burned the ones in his hands. Three pages of letter paper.

Immediately afterwards, Klein blew away the plant ash on the table and picked up a few other pieces of paper far away from his hand.

That was a copy of the "Serial Ripper" case file that Klein sneaked into the police station and stole.

"In my impression, this does not belong to any ritual controlled by the devil."

Sharon, wearing a complicated and neat black dress, emerged from the dirty and greasy glass window of the cheap hotel. The hem of her skirt hung down on the table below and remained less than fifteen centimeters high, revealing a pair of neatly strapped black short boots.

"What if it's a sacrifice?"

"The answer given by the intelligence department is very clear. Since the merger of the belief in the 'Dark Side of the Universe' and the 'Mother Tree of Desire', there are almost no 'demons' who do not believe in the 'Mother Tree of Desire'."

Just like there is no "Secret Prayer" who doesn't believe in the True Creator, even if his belief is not true at the beginning, just drink the potion... Klein added a rather offensive example to himself in his mind.

"We can almost confirm the identity of this 'demon'. He is a standard believer of the 'Mother Tree of Desire' and is suspected to be a subordinate of Gostars. In order to please the evil god and complete the orders of his boss, he did some eye-catching things and It's not impossible."

"If it's the former, it's a sacrifice that has no practical significance in the short term. If it's the latter, Gostars wants to draw the official's attention to other things, which only shows that he has a bigger conspiracy."

Sharon communicated with Klein through a gas lamp, her blond hair hanging down as her head looked down.

"It's possible it's both."

"How do you say that?" Klein asked curiously.

Sharon stretched out her palm and hooked it, and several pages of the file in Klein's hand flew into the air.

She briefly flipped through the contents of the file and showed it to Klein.

"There is a branch of 'demonology' that is easily overlooked."

"Sacrifice with a specific meaning is often used by lower-level demons to please higher-ups. It is a mode of sacrifice that does not require a concrete altar."

Sharon returned the dossier to Klein for correspondence and continued:

"The victims all worked as street girls and now have other occupations."

"Their identity is very high, they are very curious, very eye-catching, and they also have mystical effects."

"You mean that the conspiracy planned by Gostals has already begun. The purpose of instructing his subordinates to attract official attention is not only to facilitate him to complete his main purpose, but also to assist in building momentum?"

Klein suddenly realized that even his sitting posture became a lot tighter.

He looked at Sharon, who was nodding slightly, and frowned involuntarily.

"I need to do a ritual."

Sharon responded with actions. Her slender figure quickly faded into the low window behind her. As the cold breeze went away, she ran around the room together, taking the initiative to shoulder the burden of vigilance.

This is the tacit understanding between the two, and it is also due to Sharon's character.

Phew... Klein looked around guiltily, activated his "Yellow and Black Eyes", and after confirming that there was no spiritual thread lurking beside him, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood up from the table and looked around, finally focusing on the bathroom where the smell was coming from.

In the bathroom of a cheap hotel, rows of insects were crawling on the ceiling. Spiders the size of thumbs were in the corner, and bloated bed bugs looked at the uninvited guests who suddenly broke into their territory.

Damn, this is too outrageous. The landlord here is not willing to use sulfur to repellent insects and clean it?

Klein endured the discomfort, mobilized his spirituality, and quickly used spiritual walls to enclose a small space for people to move their bodies in the bathroom.

Immediately afterwards, the "Poison Wine Brooch" on his chest began to glow with blood, and the pungent smell of sulfur spread, driving away the insects in the wall of spirituality and driving them to a corner.

After doing all this, Klein took four steps backward and climbed onto the gray mist.

After boarding the gray fog, he didn't dare to delay, and quickly produced a pen and paper, and a small iron tube kept in the right pocket of his coat in reality.

Rubbing his thumb, he opened the opening of the iron tubular container, revealing the dark purple blood coagulated and scabbed skin hidden in one of the cut surfaces.

When chasing the "Devil" yesterday, in his haste, he only had time to cut off a small part of the "Devil's" body tissue, and had no chance to cause more damage.

"The next target of the Flesh Master's murder."

Klein wrote the divination sentence on the paper, leaned his head against the back of the chair, closed his eyes tightly, and quickly fell into a dream.

In the distorted picture shrouded in black mist, a thick forepaw stepped on the wet weeds. Its dark exaggerated reminder was perfectly integrated into the night. The woman being followed by it had no idea that the ferocious God of Death was approaching her. He walked towards the direction where the bell echoed.

"Lal, sss, ss, ss, ss, ss, ss, ss, ss, ss, ss, sss, ss, ss, sss, ssss, sss, sss, sss, sss, sss, sss, sss, sss, sss, sss, sssss, sssss, ssss, ssss, sssss, sshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Suddenly, unexplained murmurs tore the dream to pieces like sharp claws. Before the divination picture could become more detailed, an illusory and incorporeal sword stabbed out, stirring up Klein's brain and kicking him out of the dream.

Sure enough, I have done anti-divination. Without the personal blessing of Gray Mist, I should have heard the gibbering at the beginning and died suddenly on the spot, instead of near the end...

But this intensity... Klein rubbed his temples indifferently and shrugged indifferently.

At the level of a demigod, it is nowhere near the level of the Eternal Blazing Sun.

The "demon" whose species cannot be identified is indeed Gostars' subordinate. In addition to him, Backlund should not be hiding a second demigod-level "demon", otherwise Trunsoest's The intelligence agency will definitely announce it as soon as possible.

The place where the bells echo... Klein recalled the fragmentary images he saw through dream divination and returned to reality thoughtfully.

He dismantled the spiritual wall and walked out of the insect-infested bathroom, constantly thinking about the possible location of the Ripper's next crime.

Judging from the Ripper's consistent habit of committing crimes, he first committed crimes in the East District, killing an unknown number of victims without anyone noticing. Only two of them can now be identified.

Later, he shifted his attention and looked at the Backlund Bridge District, never taking a step beyond the boundary between the two poorest districts in Backlund.

In the Backlund Bridge area, the only places where bells can be heard are the churches built by the three major churches and under the Bell of Order.

The last time the "Devil" committed a crime was near the Leverage Church, where the bells could also be heard. Based on his previous actions, he would not choose a repeated location to kill, and the Leverage Church is a densely populated part of the Backlund Bridge area. The only medium-sized church…

Klein returned to the table, tapping his fingers on the table as usual, and his inference gradually became clear.

The Ripper is "in love" with women who once worked as street girls, unfortunately fell down, and returned to a regular life. Such targets often do not choose to rent houses near the dock area and factory area. They can rent houses near Backlund Bridge. Rented workers will not be reduced to the same situation as the hard laborers in the East District, having to sell their future time to support the present.

The only answer left is...

"The Bell of Order..." Klein almost sighed as he read out the symbol that symbolized the glory of the Loen royal family.

It should be said that he was a "demon", and he dared to kill people in the most crowded place of Backlund... Klein stood up and knocked on the glass window in front of him.

He watched Sharon appear from the reflection in the window again, cheered up and said with a smile:

"I received revelation in the providence of the Lord."

He recounted what he saw in his dream to Sharon, and finally said:

"I guess the bell in the dream is very likely to imply the Bell of Order. It's a pity that we go there to guard it."

The average interval between each Ripper's crimes was one to two days... Sharon nodded slightly.

"Can."

…

"Miss Aman, you look even more beautiful with this dress."

Aman, who was wearing a conservative black dress and carefully covered her breasts, smiled lightly at the flattery from the customers in the coffee shop.

His slender right index finger was placed under the socket of his right eye, his eyes wandering towards the Intis people wearing exaggerated clothing, and he said with a charming smile:

"UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Poirot."

As he said that, Aman suddenly looked at the door of the coffee shop as if he had sensed something.

He looked at the new customer who covered his face with a guilty conscience, and the smile in his eyes became deeper.

"What a blessing."

His sudden soliloquy confused the surrounding customers who were familiar with "Aman". They saw this normally quite generous lady walking toward the "Aman" whose face was almost completely covered with black gauze at the door. "Newcomer" waved.

In full view of the public, a most professional "stealer" stole the impending doom of a woman who had just come out of an unhappy life, saving her from death.

He imposed this fate on himself and then left the coffee shop.

Five minutes later, the new customer, who only ordered a cup of coffee and wrapped himself tightly, sat down at the window seat.

She carefully lifted a corner of the veil, picked up the coffee on the table and was about to taste it, but suddenly stopped.

On the small enamel plate that held the coffee, a water-stained blank card was filled with words bit by bit under her gaze.

That said:

"A blessing from an angel."

Aman has nothing to do with some hidden mother. The name is a variant of Amon, which is not Hebrew but is an English name.

Speaking of which, Amon means loyalty and greatness in Hebrew, which is very consistent with his character. He is loyal to his only recognized biological father. As for greatness, isn't Mr. "Wrong" enough? To exist for greatness?

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Chapter 53 Black Hand

Chapter 142 Black Hand

Backlund, Friday, 6 p.m.

The day enters the river, dusk fades, the stars climb the sky again, and night is about to fall. On the Backlund Bridge, the twin hanging towers connect the bridge across the Tasoke River. The Bell of Order stands on one side of the twin hanging towers. This Under the three surface buildings that represent the powerful symbol of the "City of Ten Thousand Capitals", countless densely packed pedestrians are walking around. The currents of gray and dark blue wash over the streets filled with light yellow mist, among which a touch of dark red is particularly conspicuous.

…

My current name is Sherlock Moriarty, and I have been squatting here for two days.

Behind him was the shadow of the tall and majestic Clock of Order. Klein huddled in a dark place sheltered by the eaves of the street. He sat in a relaxed posture on the back of the bench behind him, unfolding the newspaper with both hands in front of his face. At first glance, he looked just like the gentlemen around him who were engrossed in reading the latest news in the newspaper.

Under the newspaper, which cannot be easily seen by others, Klein's brown eyes are filled with a bottomless blackness. The flowing deep colors reflect many others with the same background color. The point of view from the "faceless man" keeps moving among these threads, as if he is looking for something.

In the cuffs of the gentleman's formal suit, the "yellow-black eye" peels off its eyelids made of gray-white mist. The dark, magazine-less eyeballs inside the citrine rotate rapidly, synchronizing with Klein's searching line of sight to monitor the range of the spiritual body line. Magnified to the limit, it is nearly 150 meters away. Normally even a newly promoted "Secret Puppet Master" would have difficulty looking so far away at once.

After careful consideration, Klein gave up some of the sealed items he usually carried with him.

He gave the "poisoned wine brooch" to Miss Hunter for use. Compared to him who could only use illusions to confuse the senses of ordinary people and low-sequence extraordinary people, Sharon had the ability to transform into a spirit and could escape into the gap between the spirit world and reality. ·Hunter can obviously better display the true level of this sealed object without worrying about negative effects.

The Sequence Eight of the "Alien" path is called "Madman", and the "Temperance Sect" has always been a sect that advocates asceticism and has a natural advantage in the spiritual field.

There are many abilities in "Creeping Hunger" that cannot be used... Klein blinked his eyes that were tired from overuse, closed the newspaper in his hand, and decided to change positions.

The target of the hunt is the "demon". For it, the "Priest of Light", which is the greatest threat, cannot be used in urban areas.

The "Lord of Storms" is Loen's mainstream belief. They regard the believers of the Sun as absolute heretics, and the "Punishers" are almost as malicious to the "Purifiers" as the followers of the True Creator.

Less than a kilometer away from the Bell of Order is a church affiliated with the Lord of Storms Church. If the "Punisher" who is accustomed to acting faster than thinking discovers traces of suspected actions of Sun believers... Klein can't imagine that scene. How beautiful.

Now, "Creeping Hunger"'s grazing abilities also include "Nightmare", "Psychologist", and "Interrogator", almost all of which are close to control rather than direct damage.

"Demon" has a very strong ability to fight head-on. If there are no purification attacks, its ability to withstand strikes is indistinguishable from even the "Guardian" who is best at defense.

After thinking carefully, Klein almost immediately denied his own ability.

In addition to being able to pull with the "Devil", the "Faceless Man" has no other abilities that can even be called scraping on the "Devil's" scales.

Boom!

Backlund's rain has always been abrupt. I don't know when, but the sky where the stars were still bright and the red moon was clear was already covered with lead-gray clouds. There was a loud thunder and the sky cracked. Raindrops as big as flowers fell down and wet the top of Klein's head. half-height silk top hat.

Klein, who was dressed in formal attire, glanced at his rain-stained coat with distress, and couldn't help but quicken his pace, taking three steps at a time and running under the eaves of another building.

Well, after all, I am not a real "Master of Secret Puppetry". "Demons" are also very sensitive to the dangers against them. It is difficult to unknowingly complete the manipulation of "Devils" into secret puppets by relying only on the "Yellow and Black Eyes".

In his thoughts, he changed his battle strategy that he didn't know if he could use tonight.

Cooperate with the various control abilities of "Creep Hunger" to create opportunities for Miss Hunter. As long as Miss Hunter can successfully possess the "devil", I can use the gap brought by the possession of the "revenge spirit" to absorb souls. body line...

The rain on the street was getting heavier and heavier. Still obsessed with the inference, Klein didn't notice that a dark red figure not far away from him deliberately slowed down. In the air beside her, the spiritual body turned into an illusion and disappeared. The silhouette of the entity actually showed its outline bit by bit.

…

This is a hunt destined to succeed.

At the end of the camphor tree street, a black dog beast with an exaggerated size far beyond the limit of a normal dog thought so.

It has initially opened up its spiritual intelligence and entered the threshold of primates. After it was favored by the adult, it gained a status equal to its former owner.

As long as it kills four more people, it can complete the necessary rituals to be promoted to the "Apostle of Desire".

The lord promised to provide it with features.

The black dog lowered its body, its coal-like nose almost stuck to the ground, and trembled, making final preparations for it to search for prey.

It smelled the smell of sin.

The smell between brewing, decay and rebirth, that adult said, was the most useful sacrifice to communicate with someone in the abyss.

Human beings, who claim to be God's most perfect creation, have always shaped themselves into a collection of all the virtues in the world throughout their history.

The black canine doesn't know if humans think too highly of themselves. After all, it is just a dog that has just gained the ability to think rationally and barely entered the intelligent world.

But the lord was unmistakable, and the voice coming from the abyss was unmistakable.

Humans may indeed be nobler than other species, and therefore the stench of blasphemy that permeates their depravity and crimes is particularly delicious to the gods who dwell in the abyss.

The water on the gray brick road was only broken by the animal's claws. The black dog, which was about to step out of the unnoticed alley, stopped sniffing and raised its head.

It stared at the pedestrians hurriedly walking on the street trying to avoid the rain, and its eyes couldn't help but fixate on a particularly conspicuous dark red in the sea of ​​gray and deep blue.

"Whirring whirring..."

The canine's breathing gradually became faster, and its poor brain capacity could not understand why there were so many women on the street who had fallen in the past and regained the hope of life, but it could not help after staring at the red color that took the initiative to sneak into the alley. Extricate yourself.

It only knew that the red woman, when she was disemboweled by him and her blood was pooling, her desperate eyes, the smell of blood in the air, and the tenderness of the flesh must all be very delicious.

Following the careless smile on the lips of the lady in the red dress, the black canine instantly lost control, its eyes turned blood red for a moment, and it rushed towards the chaotic crowd.

…

Klein, who was standing under the eaves and squatting with pedestrians anxious to take shelter from the rain, suddenly heard a pitiful and powerful scream.

Almost like a conditioned reflex, the moment Klein heard the voice, he used an illusion to block the senses of all ordinary people around him. He stepped forward with his left foot and turned, while his right leg tensed and bent violently.

The nimble-moving "faceless man" seemed to have turned into a cat, nimbly squeezing out of the crowd, and then seamlessly jumped onto the eaves where he had just bent down to take shelter from the rain.

He ran quickly between the eaves, and could easily overcome obstacles even if the eaves between buildings were more than five or six meters apart.

There were no obstacles on the eaves more than three meters above the ground. It only took Klein five seconds to arrive outside the alley where the screams came from. He was accompanied by Sharon, who also heard the call for help and rode the wind to come.

The viscountess in a complicated long dress and the "faceless man" in formal attire glanced at each other. Klein jumped off the eaves first, holding a blazing orange fireball in his hand.

He stared at the huge "devil" dog running out of thin air. He half-turned his body in the air to let the fireball avoid the direction where the innocent lady in the dark red dress fell. His eyes and hands glowed golden at the same time, showing a sense of majesty. Suddenly it enveloped the entire alley.

Under the ferocious body of the "Devil", the lady with a tear mole in the corner of her right eye seemed to be frightened. She froze in place in a panic, staring blankly at the sharp claws of the "Devil" leaving her. The face was getting closer and closer, and a black figure suddenly squeezed into his field of vision.

"Psychic puncture!"

Like a cross nail soaked in holy water that penetrated directly into the brain, the moment the completely demonized black dog warned of the strong malice behind it, severe pain exploded in the brain without warning.

It couldn't help roaring in pain, its eyes blinded by blood red were even less clear, and its animalistic nature completely took over. The two fleshy wings that pierced the skin of its back condensed several sulfur fireballs entwined with the pungent smell of sulfur almost instantly. , and threw it towards Klein, who had just released the fireball in mid-air.

After achieving his goal, Klein snapped his fingers and did not fight against the sulfur fireball. His slightly thin figure suddenly disappeared into the sparks and reappeared in the open space where the orange fireball hit him.

He grabbed the frightened innocent lady's arm and snapped his fingers again.

…

"Um?"

Near the Clock of Order, in the alley of Xiangshu Street, the crow standing on top of the house on one side of the alley showed a complex and human expression.

In its pair of transparent red eyes made like modern industrial products, emotions such as doubt, surprise, fear, and confusion are staged one after another.

"Little Zaratul?"

Without any warning, a white circle around the right eye of the crow slowly blurred out and spoke human words.

The male voice was filled with a smile, causing the crow, who was still sluggish a second ago, to look up at the sky and fixate on several other black shadows standing on the gas street lamp under the bell tower.

However, unlike the "Lamp Angel" who was hiding behind the marionette and crazily chanting the honorable name, he did not show any malice. He just gently raised a paw and scratched the air twice.

Clang.

After a brief trance, in the headquarters of Trunsoest Intelligence Department, the old man with white hair and beard resumed his thinking.

It was difficult to see the doubt in his dark, almost white-less eyes, but the emotion was indeed there.

Zaratul watched as the pen slipped from his fingertips and fell to the ground, as if it had turned into a sculpture, daring not to move.

what happened?

As a "clown" at the second level of the sequence, I can't hold my pen steady?

Who is influencing me?

Is this a warning from fate?

The boundless gray fog came silently, and the terrifying crimson suddenly blinded Zaratul's eyes.

This angel, who was promoted in the fifth era and already existed in the fourth era, stared blankly at the only figure under the giant palace-like palace.

His god, his Lord, his faith who has never been able to meet his true form, is now standing at the top of the pile of auras, nodding to him.

The "God of Mysteries" looked down at the young angel, without saying anything, just as quietly as when he came, quietly ending the divine revelation.

Just as Amon abnormally did not leave behind the "Insect of Time", He also abnormally helped Amon conceal the traces of his visit.

…

"Don't run around."

In the alley of Camphor Tree Street, Klein only had time to warn the lady he rescued from danger before he immediately relied on "Flame Leap" to return to the battlefield where the "devil" was.

In a narrow space that was less than three meters wide, Sharon, who had transformed into a spirit, restrained the crazed "devil" dog, almost using it as a kite.

Orange-red flames exploded in the rain, making the sound of clusters of flames steaming rainwater. A "faceless man" carrying a special revolver walked out of the fire and steam. Raise your hand and shoot in the direction of the "Devil" dog.

Seeing this, Sharon merged into the illusion again, stopped making screams, and turned to the deepest stealth, completely losing traces.

The demonized black canine lost its target. Its blood-red eyes quickly glanced at Klein, whose left hand was as dark as a dream. He twisted his neck neatly and raised his well-developed limbs without hesitation.

Animals are more sensitive to danger than humans.

It is very clear that the person holding the gun is weak, UU reading www. uukansｈhu.netｔBut the gloves on the hands of the person holding the gun are definitely stronger than it!

The malicious perception is about to explode! There is definitely something in there that restrains one's ability.

No, why are you still running?

Klein, who had already missed the "Devil" dog once because he was not prepared, frowned and decisively raised his two palms, making a fist with his left hand and raising his right hand high.

His eyes were instantly covered in darkness and his movements slowed down a lot.

The dream was constructed, and the running speed of the "devil" who fell into the trap slowed down, and finally stopped completely in the middle of the alley, with his head lowered.

Sharon in the air and Klein, who was barely holding on to the dream, looked at each other. The former's figure caught the black canine's eyes, and the latter quickened his pace, trying to shorten the distance between himself and the black canine to five meters. within.

"Snoring..."

The sleeping "Devil" dog was awakened by the cold and biting feeling after being possessed by the "Wraith Spirit". It instinctively wanted to snort, but found that it could no longer control its body.

The sincere cooperation between the "Wraith Soul" and the "Maritime Master" and the dual control almost completely restricted the vitality of the "Devil" from actions to thoughts. Under the torture of soul suffocation, he waited for his body to turn into a marionette. It seems to have become the inevitable fate of black dogs.

If you're lucky...

"rot!"

A low and hoarse voice broke the calm of the rainy night. Following some weak connection, invisible hands strangled the throats of Klein and Sharon.

Amon: Uncle still loves me!

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Chapter 143 People always want to strangle their younger selves to death

The smell of blasphemy spread instantly.

The girl with blond hair and blue eyes, who was wearing a complicated black palace dress and had a delicate face, reflected in the black canine eyes, suddenly felt pain on her face.

The curse from the high-ranking "devil" followed the connection established by the spiritual body's thread and returned to Klein's body, outlining a pair of blood-colored eyes with vague divine patterns.

Gostals?

Has he been paying attention here?

Klein didn't know before that after being promoted to Sequence Four and becoming a "devil", a "devil" can solidify some of the characteristics of the mythical creature's form and express them on a certain part of the body for a long time.

But he knows now.

Divinity…

The situation changed in an instant. The "resentful soul" was shaken out of the black canine body by the power cast by Gostars. With each breath, Klein felt that his thoughts were rapidly stagnating, as if his mind was being controlled. It was not the "devil" who was struggling to survive under his hands just now that was broken, but himself.

No, that, is the divinity of Gostars, will die...

In his anxiety, Klein subconsciously drove his body, which was not completely stagnant and petrified, to move backward and take a step in the opposite direction.

"Fusheng, Xuanhuang, Immortal Lord."

Under his cuffs, a "yellow-black eye" tightly wrapped with a silver chain trembled and closed its "eyelids", and the gray fog became thicker again.

The "eyes" sleeping in the citrine are exhausted, and it seems that they will close completely in the next second and never wake up again.

"Ah."

Next to Backlund Bridge, in the alley near Xiangzhu Street, from nowhere, and seemingly from far away, a sarcastic laugh came.

Death was approaching step by step, and Klein couldn't find the energy to identify the source of the ridicule. He instinctively thought that the owner of the laughter was Gostars somewhere far away in the East End.

"Fusheng, Xuanhuang, God."

He bit the tip of his tongue, trying to use the pain to slow down the progress of his body and thoughts that were completely out of control. Finally, he took the fourth step at the last moment and whispered an honorary name.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

Deep red broke out in front of his eyes, and Klein, who was unable to move just a second ago, suddenly felt relieved, and his consciousness briefly fell into a blur.

Above the everlasting gray fog, Klein opened his eyes again and sat at the top of the long bronze table, with a little blasphemous black energy slowly dissipating around him.

The gentle gray mist enveloped his body, helping him escape from certain death.

"…Yes, Sharon!"

Klein ignored the progress of feeling the pollution from Gostars' divinity being purified by the gray mist. He looked around intently, and his sweeping gaze finally settled on the long table in front of him, which he had absorbed into the gray mist not long ago. The "blasphemous card" above is lying there quietly.

Maybe you can borrow its power and use something as a bridge to purify Sharon's body of pollution... An idea just flashed through Klein's mind, and he had already grabbed a picture of Russell wearing a crown and body in his right hand. Cards in imperial robes.

But the next second, Klein's hand froze in mid-air again.

Zaratul said that the "Black Emperor" card has an empty personality. Although its holder can use the card's personality to try to complete certain operations beyond his own ability, and can be inductively connected with the promotion materials of this path, but I am not a "black emperor". Extraordinary person of the "Emperor" path...

Unless there is something that suits me and can carry the power of the "Black Emperor" card to act as a "bridge"...

"Yellow and black eyes"?

Not allowing Klein to hesitate, he bravely manifested the projection of the sealed object he left in reality, quickly wrapped the silver chain around his wrist, and at the same time used his spirituality as a vortex to pry the mysterious space away. attracted by the power.

The slight trembling above the gray mist became obvious, and dots of pure brilliance intertwined and swept towards Klein, becoming one with his spirituality.

The pendulum, with the mist acting as eyelids and the pure black pollution acting as pupils, suddenly woke up, no longer showing fatigue, but all the gray like impurities in the citrine faded away, leaving only absolute black.

That bit of black was dyed with green ink, and a figure that was as tall as Klein, or even taller, quickly condensed and stood on the long table.

His shadows are contradictory to each other, like the manifestation of fate itself. The spiral patterns are intertwined, covering up the faint creeping movements under the surface of the angel's shadow. Even though Klein has never seen such a change, he immediately noticed it. Feel the power that points to good luck under the shadow.

Sure enough... the higher level of power on the gray mist can stimulate the corresponding essence of the "divineer" path characteristics in the "yellow and black eye"! Klein was overjoyed and turned his attention to the crimson ripples rippling on the long table again. He watched Sharon in the blurry screen, pushing the angel's shadow with one hand and holding down the "Black Emperor" card with the other.

As soon as this object was imbued with spirituality, he immediately felt that his spirituality was no longer succumbing to the forces that were leveraging the mysterious space.

Suddenly, the angel's shadow that gave people the illusion of spiral entanglement became more real and taller, with pairs of dark and broad wings growing out of its back, as many as twelve.

The majestic and huge figure suddenly made a move. It no longer relied on Klein's spiritual push to move forward in a dull manner. Instead, it took the initiative to plunge into the crimson vortex.

The figure of both sanctity and depravity descended into the illusion, and overlapped with Sharon's figure.

The light and shadow intertwined, and the strong wind blew up, almost instantly shattering the red blood in Sharon's consciousness as she opened her eyes to peek.

"Ouch!"

The black dog, which had run wildly as soon as Gostars' breath came, quickened its pace again at this moment, almost using its last strength, and disappeared at the end of the alley.

Sharon, who was fighting against pollution a second ago and struggling to resist losing control, suddenly felt that she was awake and in a trance at the same time.

She seemed to see a series of indescribable figures, saw smooth colors of different colors that contained infinite knowledge, and saw a majestic and tall black and gray figure overlooking everything.

The angel... is the "angel with the lantern"?

...No...it's the "God of Mystery"?

Unbelievable answers flooded into her mind, and Sharon suddenly woke up and opened her eyes.

She looked around blankly and warily, and saw Klein leaning against the brick wall of the alley with a tired smile on his face.

"Yes, Lord, He saved us."

…

Backlund, East District, in a room on the top floor of a cheap apartment.

"ah!"

The pained howls broke the already restless apartment and startled several workers who were sleeping on the floor.

They got up cursing and then fell asleep unknowingly after a dark halo spread.

On the bed with only a thin layer of sheets, Gostars was sitting cross-legged in meditation, covering his bleeding eyes in pain. Countless purple-black scales on his body were like buds in early spring, trying to escape from him as if they were alive. Punctures and growths in the body.

Just now, when he was about to kill Sharon and get rid of the betrayer, a round of angel shadow actually blocked his curse from the air, using twisted power to transfer the damage back to himself.

His body was connected to the brown skin, and the parts with bright flower bones and brown-green burrs were constantly opening and closing, and a viscous liquid with a faint fishy smell flowed out.

"The unique red moon."

"A symbol of life and beauty."

"Mother of all spiritual forces."

Gostals, who showed signs of deformation in his body, endured the burning pain and imitated the movements of the "Temperance" ascetics of the ancient Highland Kingdom. He maintained a cross-sitting posture, intertwined his hands and hugged his shoulders, making a figure like It is restraining one's own movements.

As he prayed devoutly, the red moon outside the window, which had not yet completely climbed into the night sky, cast his gaze. Little bits of crimson spilled into the room through the only window of the one-bedroom apartment, and then quickly turned into an evil blood red, shining and washing the cocoon-like movements. Gostars.

Under the influence of the blood moon, within two minutes, the green-black aura imprinted on Gostars' body completely dissipated.

The "devil" who returned to normal breathed a sigh of relief and once again worshiped devoutly:

"You are the roarer of eternity."

"You are the father of demons and the mother of desire."

"You are the God of Lost Hearts."

"Great Mother Tree of Desire, thank you for your blessing." Gostars pondered for two seconds and solemnly recited the name of God.

After doing all this, he slowly walked out of bed and scattered the vines and branches that appeared in the house due to his injuries.

In the Northern Continent, directly chanting the honorable name of the "Mother Tree of Desire" usually does not have very good results, but using blood sacrifices to communicate with another incarnation of the Mother Tree - the "dark side of the universe" who is said to have walked the world as an ancient god. and the ubiquitous, true ruler of the night, the Primordial Moon, tend to receive a smooth response.

This is the wisdom summarized by the priests of the "Rose School" from generation to generation.

God is omnipotent. As the incarnation of desire in everyone's heart, the Mother Tree is everywhere. He is the red moon, the devil, the alien species, and even more, spirituality itself.

The false gods of the Northern Continent have only usurped a little of the authority of the past Creator. How can they be compared with the mother tree that directly inherited part of the Creator?

At most they rely on the power of authority to shield one side of the mother tree, but the red moon that always accompanies the night corresponds to the abyss of the dark side of reality. What can they do in the face of the other powers of the mother tree?

The one who hit me in the air was an angel... Gostars stood in front of the window, admiring the crimson color of the red moon shining on the bustling Backlund. As his eyes lowered, he felt a sense of incompatibility. The resentment couldn't stop rising to the surface.

"That angel is not in Backlund and is far away from me. Otherwise, even if I have the protection of the mother tree, it will be difficult for me to survive..."

Gostars muttered.

"Are there any angels in the 'lawyer' route in Trunsoest?"

"Which level zero sealed artifact is it?"

…

"Name?"

"Aman Stone."

"Ms. Stone, can you tell me again what happened to you tonight?"

In the tea room of the Cullen Police Station in the Backlund Bridge area, Ikanser held the transcript, a gentle smile on his hard and clear face, and asked in a kind tone.

Opposite him, a tall Omani lady in a dark red dress was holding a cup of hot tea in both hands, with a look of panic.

"Officer, you must believe me. The few police officers just now thought I was crazy and refused to listen to me. They..."

"I will believe you." Ikanse made a gesture and interrupted Aman, "But you must first tell me what happened. Only in this way can I help you and find ways to avoid the disaster for you."

"Okay, okay."

Aman responded repeatedly, took a deep breath, and waited for a few seconds before hesitatingly recalling her encounter under the Bell of Order tonight.

"I went to have a cup of coffee this afternoon. As you know, "Backlund Post", our newspaper usually closes early on weekends when there is no news."

"I didn't go to the coffee shop in the North District, it was too expensive!" Aman inadvertently showed a complaining look, and then regretted it, "But Backlund Bridge, near where I live, although the coffee is cheap, its security is very poor. You know it."

"This is simply a second home for thieves. Apart from the East District, they like this place the most..."

"Ma'am, please tell me the key points first." Ikanser rubbed his messy brown hair and couldn't help but sigh.

"Okay, okay."

Aman curled his lower lips in grievance and continued:

"That's right, after I came out of the cafe, I wanted to take a shorter route home, so I didn't take the main road and took a detour into the alley at the second fork of Xiangzhangshu Street."

"Then I felt a little confused. When I woke up a little, I found that I was being crushed by a wild dog that was bigger than the two of me."

Aman's breathing gradually became heavier.

"I didn't know what kind of beast it was. I just saw it stretched out its big and scary claws and aimed at my throat and stomach."

The second fork of Xiangzhu Street... Ikanser echoed in time:

"Then, before this wild dog hurt you, you were rescued by a magician who could jump in fire and couldn't see his exact appearance?"

"Yes." Aman nodded.

The magicians of the Secret Order are also tracking the "demon"... What is their relationship with the "UUReading www.uukanshu.net demon"?

Ikanser wrote down these two key pieces of information in his notebook. He instinctively wanted to sigh, but he couldn't help but think of Aman's description of the so-called "demon".

The crazy Ripper who has troubled Backlund officials for a long time and killed dozens of innocent lives turned out to be a dog...

No wonder we couldn't find any trace of it before. Our direction was wrong from the beginning... Ikanser sighed slightly.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Stone."

"Our police officers will send you back to your home shortly. Please wait in this room."

…

As Ikanser said, members of the "Mechanical Heart" took on the role of protecting Aman and sent her back to her residence near Backlund Bridge.

When Aman returned to the apartment, he stood at the door with his fingers under the orbit of his right eye, level with the mole of tears.

She teased the member of the "Mechanical Heart" wearing thick glasses, and felt very happy as she watched the young police officer run away in a panic with his face flushed.

"What a little boy."

With that said, Aman closed the door and turned around to walk to the bedroom.

She turned her attention to the living room with limited space in the second bedroom, and saw a gentleman with a mirror covering his face under a half-top hat and an unrealistic "doll" standing equally at one side of the dining table, watching her quietly. .

Klein sat on the dining chair, leaned back slightly, crossed his fingers, and spoke in a calm and natural tone.

"Good evening, Ms. Stone."

Klein: How could I dare to provoke Him in the first place?

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