In the suburbs of the north area, there is a three-story house that is almost abandoned.
This place originally belonged to Beckland Medical College, but the latter's main body has now moved to a better and more suitable place, leaving only a small number of teaching staff and students who failed to graduate successfully in the class to guard the local area.
Audrey was wearing a white coat and a mask of the same color on her face. Her moist blonde hair was also squipped and stuffed into the cold-colored surgical cap.
Her eyes turned and she looked at Forswal, who was dressed in the same dress, always feeling that the other party had a special temperament, and seemed to be more suitable for such a dress than herself.
Well... it's the temperament that you can pick up a scalpel and cut open the patient's belly at any time... Audrey didn't say anything, and followed Forth half a step back and entered the classroom ahead.
After getting the information from Forth, she was shocked because Mr. Fool said that it was a simple task.
Considering that simplicity may be just relative to Mr. Fool himself, Audrey took the opportunity of disguising herself, recited the name of the Lord, prayed quietly, and reported the whole story.
However, she has not received any response so far.
After passing through the door and entering the room, Audrey instinctively looked around and found that this was not an ordinary classroom. There were four skeleton specimens and four coffins made of glass. The coffin was filled with preservatives, and four corpses with pale skin and naked bodies were soaked.
At the top of the classroom, there is also a transparent glass column, which is also filled with liquid, and a male corpse in a black bachelor's uniform is floating.
The clothes of the corpse were tightly attached to the body, giving people a very heavy and heavy feeling. He did not fall softly, but just floated vertically in the center.
It was like drowning in it alive, rather than putting it in after death... Audrey made a preliminary judgment with the attitude of the audience.
In addition, she saw a few people dressed in white coats, white masks and surgical hats sitting around each long table in the room. They didn't say a word, just like the corpses and bones around them.
Looking at the crimson moon and the dull and dark night outside, Audrey looked back at the scene in the classroom and couldn't help but tremble for a moment. This place came from instinctive fear.
But again, she felt excited and excited.
This is the life that an extraordinary person should have... Audrey muttered silently, and followed Forth to find a corner seat to sit down.
After waiting for a while, in the vertical glass pillar at the front of the classroom, the floating male corpse in a black bachelor's uniform suddenly opened his eyes, allowing the sound to come out through many obstacles:
Let's get started.
…………
East Side, Dharavi Street.
Crane was wearing a dusty gray-blue worker uniform and a baseball cap, walking on the dim street where gas street lights were only a few still working.
In each apartment on both sides, some candlelight shone, which intertwined with the crimson moon that struggled to penetrate the clouds and mist, barely outlining the outline of pedestrians on the road.
Klein met passers-by with old and tattered clothes, and his expression was numb and desperate. They were homeless men driven by the police.
They have no place to sleep, so they can only walk aimlessly on the streets, occasionally getting the opportunity to find an unobtrusive corner or a walkway chair in the park for a while, but they will be bombarded again soon.
In the cold and deep night, Klein felt that they looked more like zombies than the living zombies they had seen, and the entire East District was more like an abyss than the abyss in myths and legends.
He took a quick breath, but his throat was stimulated. He couldn't help coughing twice. He quickly restrained his thoughts and observed the apartment at the intersection of the street from the corner of his eyes, which had obvious explosion trauma and had not yet been repaired.
If you want to monitor the crime scene, the best and most hidden place is the other apartment facing each other. The third, fourth and roofs meet the requirements... Klein analyzed the situation based on the knowledge he learned from the Night Staff Team.
During the whole process, he did not slow down to avoid being suspected.
Arriving at the intersection, Klein smoothly passed the apartment with the door number 1 and entered the building opposite its crime scene.
He is not unfamiliar with similar places. The one-bedroom he rented in the East District is located in a similar apartment. When he was in Tingen, he lived in an apartment with his brother Benson and sister Melissa for a long time, which was only a little higher. This is not only a personal experience for Klein, but also a memory fragment of the original owner.
With a lot of thoughts, Klein pulled down his cap, buried his head, and stepped on the creaking stairs all the way to the third floor.
Due to the unfortunate encounter in the evening, he had no revolver now, so he could only insert one hand into his pocket and clamp a few tarot cards with his fingers.
There was no light, so I had to go in the aisle on the third floor with a slight moonlight. Klein was not in a hurry to move forward and carefully observed the layout.
The one facing the crime scene is on the left, and the best surveillance view should be the third room counted here... Klein began to walk slowly and carefully.
After walking through two rooms, he also inserted his right hand into his pocket and gently opened the iron cigarette box.
After a moment, his fingers touched the entire black eye, and his ears immediately heard murmurs like tearing his spirit and bursting his brain.
At the same time, with the help of this contaminated item, Klein saw strange black lines.
These thin lines float in the void. Although there are some staggering and a little entanglement, you can still tell who they belong to when looking at the source.
The corresponding figures were reflected in Klein's brain that was about to be cooked, including men and women and children sleeping on high and low beds, and several tenants lying on the floor.
Apart from this, there are no special places, and there are no hidden characters.
Klein quickly retracted his hand and touched the all-black eye without touching it. The hallucinations in front of him and the auditory hallucinations in his ears gradually improved.
He endured the pain and continued to move forward. After a little relief, he immediately observed another room.
Unfortunately, he searched the entire apartment and made no gains in the area opposite the crime scene.
Hu, Hu... Klein shrank into the corner of the balcony, supported his knees with both hands, and gasped violently.
He kept crying in the corners of his eyes, and his snot came out from time to time, as if he had suddenly become sick.
This is the consequence of frequent contact with the Eye of the Black in a short period of time. With Klein's resistance in this regard, he cannot be completely immune.
The only thing that satisfies him was that it was just stimulation, not pollution, otherwise he would have given up long ago and dared not try again, which would directly lead to madness.
After a while of rest, Klein finally calmed down his reaction and changed into an apartment that was not as good as his vision, but he still had no gains.
Is my interpretation wrong?Clues are at the scene of the crime?Klein returned to the street and looked at the apartment with signs of explosions from the corner of his eyes in confusion.
With a random try mentality, he inserted his hand into his pocket, pushed it open and penetrated into the iron cigarette box.
He wanted to check whether there were people hiding when entering the crime site.
With a buzzing sound, Klein's head suddenly felt like he was hit, and his body was a little shaking.
He seemed like a drunk, staggered forward and looked at the apartment with traces of explosions.
Because it was too far apart, he could not see the black thin lines clearly, nor could he trace the source to observe the belongings. He could only barely distinguish where thin lines gathered, and such places indicated that there were people.
No, no, no... Klein swept through quickly and made a rough judgment.
Suddenly, he found that thin black lines floated out at the crime scene on the third floor and merged into the air!
This... Klein's pupils shrank, he made a confirmation, and then quickly pulled his hands away, no longer touching the entire black eye.
There was actually someone in the blown-up room!
The murderer was so crazy that he was waiting for the investigator at the scene?
Aren’t he afraid of an extraordinary official investigator investigating this case?
I made a mistake just now and couldn't find him because my logic and madman's is completely different...
One by one, one thought flashed, and Klein slowly breathed, pretended to be nothing, and walked around to the entrance of the apartment.
At this time, all his adverse reactions subsided.
Controlling his face and body language, Klein came to the third floor as if he was going home, with his quick steps slight heaviness from fatigue.
In the dim corridor, he saw the room without a door and collapsed most of the walls at a glance, and then walked casually towards the public bathroom.
As he approached that room, his hand that had been in his pocket touched the All Black Eye.
It was the sniping whispering that made people's heads split, and the various swaying and blurry hallucinations. Klein glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw black illusion lines spreading out from the scene of the crime.
After tracing the source, he found a man who had completely integrated into the shadows and had the same aura color.
The man was very tall, nearly two meters away, with a slightly drooping corner of his mouth, looking quite introverted.
His eyes were like wild animals, and his indifference was a ferocity that could not be concealed.
Not Ranrus… Klein retracted his fingers, relaxed his body, and ignored the possible gaze on the surface, walked to the end of the aisle without stopping, entered the public bathroom without alarming the man.
The public bathroom was not on one side of the crime scene. He wiped his cold sweat. After slightly calming the negative impact, he turned out the window, climbed down skillfully, and then quickly left, and stopped.
He knew that in a few minutes, the man would find that someone who went to the bathroom had not come back, and he was alert to chase him, so he had to stay away from Dharavi Street as soon as possible.
It’s not that Klein doesn’t want to return the same way, but he doesn’t know which room he can go to, which will also expose the problem.
The clown ran quickly, and after a big circle, he entered the one-bedroom he rented in the East District, and came to the gray fog, confirming that there was no danger of being caught up.
That guy should have a deep connection with Ranrus... Klein pondered for a moment, showing the portrait of the man just now, conveying his thoughts to the crimson stars symbolizing Miss Justice.
Immediately afterwards, he said majestic and lowly:
This is a clue.
This place originally belonged to Beckland Medical College, but the latter's main body has now moved to a better and more suitable place, leaving only a small number of teaching staff and students who failed to graduate successfully in the class to guard the local area.
Audrey was wearing a white coat and a mask of the same color on her face. Her moist blonde hair was also squipped and stuffed into the cold-colored surgical cap.
Her eyes turned and she looked at Forswal, who was dressed in the same dress, always feeling that the other party had a special temperament, and seemed to be more suitable for such a dress than herself.
Well... it's the temperament that you can pick up a scalpel and cut open the patient's belly at any time... Audrey didn't say anything, and followed Forth half a step back and entered the classroom ahead.
After getting the information from Forth, she was shocked because Mr. Fool said that it was a simple task.
Considering that simplicity may be just relative to Mr. Fool himself, Audrey took the opportunity of disguising herself, recited the name of the Lord, prayed quietly, and reported the whole story.
However, she has not received any response so far.
After passing through the door and entering the room, Audrey instinctively looked around and found that this was not an ordinary classroom. There were four skeleton specimens and four coffins made of glass. The coffin was filled with preservatives, and four corpses with pale skin and naked bodies were soaked.
At the top of the classroom, there is also a transparent glass column, which is also filled with liquid, and a male corpse in a black bachelor's uniform is floating.
The clothes of the corpse were tightly attached to the body, giving people a very heavy and heavy feeling. He did not fall softly, but just floated vertically in the center.
It was like drowning in it alive, rather than putting it in after death... Audrey made a preliminary judgment with the attitude of the audience.
In addition, she saw a few people dressed in white coats, white masks and surgical hats sitting around each long table in the room. They didn't say a word, just like the corpses and bones around them.
Looking at the crimson moon and the dull and dark night outside, Audrey looked back at the scene in the classroom and couldn't help but tremble for a moment. This place came from instinctive fear.
But again, she felt excited and excited.
This is the life that an extraordinary person should have... Audrey muttered silently, and followed Forth to find a corner seat to sit down.
After waiting for a while, in the vertical glass pillar at the front of the classroom, the floating male corpse in a black bachelor's uniform suddenly opened his eyes, allowing the sound to come out through many obstacles:
Let's get started.
…………
East Side, Dharavi Street.
Crane was wearing a dusty gray-blue worker uniform and a baseball cap, walking on the dim street where gas street lights were only a few still working.
In each apartment on both sides, some candlelight shone, which intertwined with the crimson moon that struggled to penetrate the clouds and mist, barely outlining the outline of pedestrians on the road.
Klein met passers-by with old and tattered clothes, and his expression was numb and desperate. They were homeless men driven by the police.
They have no place to sleep, so they can only walk aimlessly on the streets, occasionally getting the opportunity to find an unobtrusive corner or a walkway chair in the park for a while, but they will be bombarded again soon.
In the cold and deep night, Klein felt that they looked more like zombies than the living zombies they had seen, and the entire East District was more like an abyss than the abyss in myths and legends.
He took a quick breath, but his throat was stimulated. He couldn't help coughing twice. He quickly restrained his thoughts and observed the apartment at the intersection of the street from the corner of his eyes, which had obvious explosion trauma and had not yet been repaired.
If you want to monitor the crime scene, the best and most hidden place is the other apartment facing each other. The third, fourth and roofs meet the requirements... Klein analyzed the situation based on the knowledge he learned from the Night Staff Team.
During the whole process, he did not slow down to avoid being suspected.
Arriving at the intersection, Klein smoothly passed the apartment with the door number 1 and entered the building opposite its crime scene.
He is not unfamiliar with similar places. The one-bedroom he rented in the East District is located in a similar apartment. When he was in Tingen, he lived in an apartment with his brother Benson and sister Melissa for a long time, which was only a little higher. This is not only a personal experience for Klein, but also a memory fragment of the original owner.
With a lot of thoughts, Klein pulled down his cap, buried his head, and stepped on the creaking stairs all the way to the third floor.
Due to the unfortunate encounter in the evening, he had no revolver now, so he could only insert one hand into his pocket and clamp a few tarot cards with his fingers.
There was no light, so I had to go in the aisle on the third floor with a slight moonlight. Klein was not in a hurry to move forward and carefully observed the layout.
The one facing the crime scene is on the left, and the best surveillance view should be the third room counted here... Klein began to walk slowly and carefully.
After walking through two rooms, he also inserted his right hand into his pocket and gently opened the iron cigarette box.
After a moment, his fingers touched the entire black eye, and his ears immediately heard murmurs like tearing his spirit and bursting his brain.
At the same time, with the help of this contaminated item, Klein saw strange black lines.
These thin lines float in the void. Although there are some staggering and a little entanglement, you can still tell who they belong to when looking at the source.
The corresponding figures were reflected in Klein's brain that was about to be cooked, including men and women and children sleeping on high and low beds, and several tenants lying on the floor.
Apart from this, there are no special places, and there are no hidden characters.
Klein quickly retracted his hand and touched the all-black eye without touching it. The hallucinations in front of him and the auditory hallucinations in his ears gradually improved.
He endured the pain and continued to move forward. After a little relief, he immediately observed another room.
Unfortunately, he searched the entire apartment and made no gains in the area opposite the crime scene.
Hu, Hu... Klein shrank into the corner of the balcony, supported his knees with both hands, and gasped violently.
He kept crying in the corners of his eyes, and his snot came out from time to time, as if he had suddenly become sick.
This is the consequence of frequent contact with the Eye of the Black in a short period of time. With Klein's resistance in this regard, he cannot be completely immune.
The only thing that satisfies him was that it was just stimulation, not pollution, otherwise he would have given up long ago and dared not try again, which would directly lead to madness.
After a while of rest, Klein finally calmed down his reaction and changed into an apartment that was not as good as his vision, but he still had no gains.
Is my interpretation wrong?Clues are at the scene of the crime?Klein returned to the street and looked at the apartment with signs of explosions from the corner of his eyes in confusion.
With a random try mentality, he inserted his hand into his pocket, pushed it open and penetrated into the iron cigarette box.
He wanted to check whether there were people hiding when entering the crime site.
With a buzzing sound, Klein's head suddenly felt like he was hit, and his body was a little shaking.
He seemed like a drunk, staggered forward and looked at the apartment with traces of explosions.
Because it was too far apart, he could not see the black thin lines clearly, nor could he trace the source to observe the belongings. He could only barely distinguish where thin lines gathered, and such places indicated that there were people.
No, no, no... Klein swept through quickly and made a rough judgment.
Suddenly, he found that thin black lines floated out at the crime scene on the third floor and merged into the air!
This... Klein's pupils shrank, he made a confirmation, and then quickly pulled his hands away, no longer touching the entire black eye.
There was actually someone in the blown-up room!
The murderer was so crazy that he was waiting for the investigator at the scene?
Aren’t he afraid of an extraordinary official investigator investigating this case?
I made a mistake just now and couldn't find him because my logic and madman's is completely different...
One by one, one thought flashed, and Klein slowly breathed, pretended to be nothing, and walked around to the entrance of the apartment.
At this time, all his adverse reactions subsided.
Controlling his face and body language, Klein came to the third floor as if he was going home, with his quick steps slight heaviness from fatigue.
In the dim corridor, he saw the room without a door and collapsed most of the walls at a glance, and then walked casually towards the public bathroom.
As he approached that room, his hand that had been in his pocket touched the All Black Eye.
It was the sniping whispering that made people's heads split, and the various swaying and blurry hallucinations. Klein glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw black illusion lines spreading out from the scene of the crime.
After tracing the source, he found a man who had completely integrated into the shadows and had the same aura color.
The man was very tall, nearly two meters away, with a slightly drooping corner of his mouth, looking quite introverted.
His eyes were like wild animals, and his indifference was a ferocity that could not be concealed.
Not Ranrus… Klein retracted his fingers, relaxed his body, and ignored the possible gaze on the surface, walked to the end of the aisle without stopping, entered the public bathroom without alarming the man.
The public bathroom was not on one side of the crime scene. He wiped his cold sweat. After slightly calming the negative impact, he turned out the window, climbed down skillfully, and then quickly left, and stopped.
He knew that in a few minutes, the man would find that someone who went to the bathroom had not come back, and he was alert to chase him, so he had to stay away from Dharavi Street as soon as possible.
It’s not that Klein doesn’t want to return the same way, but he doesn’t know which room he can go to, which will also expose the problem.
The clown ran quickly, and after a big circle, he entered the one-bedroom he rented in the East District, and came to the gray fog, confirming that there was no danger of being caught up.
That guy should have a deep connection with Ranrus... Klein pondered for a moment, showing the portrait of the man just now, conveying his thoughts to the crimson stars symbolizing Miss Justice.
Immediately afterwards, he said majestic and lowly:
This is a clue.
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