The dim room was covered with a thin layer of light red moon yarn, and everything was shady and not clear enough.
Three men in black coats slept soundly in different places, and on the small sofa, Klein closed his eyes half-melted in the dark, as if he had also entered a deep sleep.
His dream is a gray and twisted world, and sometimes shines through light.
In the end, these lights were frozen into a picture.
It was a gloomy corner, with sewage flowing on the ground, and a man with short yellow-brown hair, white shirt and brown vest lying beside the wall, surrounded by dense gray mice.
The man's lips were half gnawed off, revealing his slightly yellow teeth and rotten gums. His nose was left with blood, mixed with some short hairs, and the flesh and blood on his face disappeared, clearly showing lush white bones. White and fat maggots were creeping in and out everywhere, constantly wriggling, and the throat seemed to have been bitten by a wild beast, missing at least half.
Klein barely recognized that this was Zerel Victor Lee, and he could no longer be equated with the mature and handsome appearance in the black and white photo Ian gave him.
Zerrell is dead. In a few days, he will probably be gnawed to the point where only bones are left, and maybe even not complete... Klein left his dream and recalled the scene he saw just now.
His past experiences have allowed him to witness similar corpses more peacefully.
Looking at the crimson moon outside the window, Klein thought for more than ten seconds and decided to try to communicate with the man in black next to the sofa.
The corresponding Ammanda Solid Dew and Spirit Eye Potions have been prepared in the previous few days. As for the tranquility potion, Klein does not need it. He can keep calm and rational when others invade dreams and force psychics.
After setting up a simple altar and letting the silence and scent of quietness spread, creating a half-dream and half-awake state, Klein made a prayer to himself and to fools who do not belong to this era.
Then he entered the grey fog and responded with more than two-thirds of his spirituality.
When I was promoted to Sequence 7, similar prayers should be able to slightly pry the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog like summoning and sacrifice rituals... Looking around, Klein made a rough judgment and quickly returned to the real world.
He walked through the starry sky and the chaotic and noisy thinking storm, entered the mental level of the target man, and saw the other person's illusory figure floating in the air.
Who sent you to Zeriel's house?Klein looked at it and asked in a deep voice.
The man's phantom eyes answered in a daze:
Meerso, Meerso sent me to wait for a boy named Ian.
The light and shadow in his spiritual world changed accordingly, showing a thin, delicate and darker man, who was the leader of the group of people whom Klein met on the steam subway before and chased Ian.
It was him... Klein consumed too much spirituality in responding to the prayer, and he was already feeling tired at this time, so he hurriedly asked:
Who instructed Meurso?
I don’t know... He is the ‘executioner’ of our Zmange Party, and no one can instruct him, except the boss.The man said in a daze.
Zmange...The word corresponding to the Warrior in the high primitives... Klein, the pseudo-historian, had a sudden thrust in his head, and his body involuntarily flew out of the storm of thought.
It didn't take long for him to escape from his psychic state and felt his head twitching emptyly.
He did not rush to leave, and methodically packed up the materials and short yellow-brown hair, opened the window of the convex belly window, letting the cold night wind blow inside, dispelling the smell of Ammanda's pure dew and the Eye of Spirit potion.
During this process, Klein returned to the balcony, locked the door from the inside, and wiped all the places he had touched.
When Zerrell's bedroom returned to his previous state, he bowed to the three still sleeping men and bowed.
Straighten his back, Klein put on gloves, supported himself and jumped, quickly flipped outside the convex window, and put his toes on his toes, and stood firmly with the help of an extremely narrow space.
He lifted the vertical pin upwards, blocked the bottom with a tarot card, using the clown's ability to feel the details and adjust the balance.
After a few seconds, Klein slowly pulled back the tarot card, and the vertical latch stabilized in place and did not fall down.
brush!
He first closed the half window without the pin, then flashed over, pushed his right hand inward, and closed the other half.
This movement speed is so fast that the latch does not fall down until there is a vibration, and it is accurately inserted into the matching iron hole.
Bang!The hard-to-removal sound rang out, like a strong wind hitting the surface of the glass.
Klein knew that the three men in the bedroom would wake up slowly, no longer delayed, and jumped directly to the street.
The height of the second floor is not at all dangerous for him now, but he cannot remain silent when landing, which also creates not obvious movement.
Klein quickly left the neighborhood and left Rose Long Street, but did not take a taxi cart directly back to Minsk Street, Joewood District.
He turned several turns and headed towards the adjacent East District.
On a cold night, the wind thrusts into the bones, and Klein shivered and decided to add a sweater to his future actions. He decided to buy charcoal in the next few days so that the fireplace should play its role.
I don’t know how long it took, but he, who had not brought the map, entered the East District of Bakerland with his intuition.
There are very few gas street lights here, and you can only see one or two from afar. If it weren't for the dark clouds that hadn't covered the red moon tonight, Klein believed that many sections of the road would be so dark that they could not see clearly.
As he walked, he suddenly saw a pair of eyes appearing in the deep darkness ahead, with hunched figures highlighting one after another.
They swayed from the blurry distance, silent and silent.
Living zombies?Klein paused sharply, reached out to hold the Requiem and Tarot cards, and quickly turned on the Spirit Vision.
He saw the unhealthy and weak aura color, and also saw the figures.
These are living people, normal living people, but their expressions are numb, their eyes are empty, their movements are weak, and they are both men and women.
It was almost the early morning, why were they still walking on the street... Klein leaned to the side in confusion and alertness, crossing the group of people from the street, but soon, he encountered the second and third waves again, and the same numbness contained pain.
He frowned slightly and was about to go up to ask, suddenly he heard a whisper of scolding from the front:
stand up!Get up for me!
You bitches raised!
Streets and parks are not places for you guys to sleep!
...Klein was stunned for a moment, and the corresponding words of the "Poverty Helping the Poor" popped up in his mind. He understood what was going on.
He had the same experience himself.
Huh… Klein breathed, speeded up and headed towards his one-bedroom house on Black Palm Street in East District.
There, he slept for two hours, initially recovered his spirituality, and then went out again, breaking a withered branch as a divine stick.
The location of Zerrel's body.
The location of Zerrel's body.
……
During the divination, and with the help of short yellow-brown hair, Klein walked for a long time and reached a corner of the East District where there was a sewer entrance.
After the great plague 12 years ago, the Kingdom of Ruen gradually established an advanced sewer system in the capital, surpassing the Rossel legacy of the Republic of Intis in one fell swoop.
Removed the lid, Klein held his breath and climbed down the vertical metal steps.
Because it was not a special clothing, he didn't use many pockets and could not bring too many items, he abandoned the Crag oil he learned from Fry, and refreshed the mind to remove the odor of Crag oil he regretted. At this time, he regretted it extraordinarily.
After about ten seconds, Klein landed on the ground with his feet and felt the stickiness of the ground.
The dirty feeling stimulated his arms and body to have fine bumps, but he could only force himself to endure and continue walking forward, walking forward in the empty and quiet sewer.
A fork in front of him, one of which was relatively hidden, with a strong smell that was more disgusting than other places.
Klein turned around and walked to the end, and saw dense spiritual light spots and aura colors.
Without using candles, he opened the eyes of spiritual vision and directly reflected the gloomy corner, reflecting the rotten and tattered corpse.
This is exactly the same as the scene he saw in dream divination.
squeak!
The gray and dense mice fled in scattered, but some of them remained in place, refused to leave and were reluctant to leave food.
After confirming that it was Zeril, Klein hesitated for a moment and quickly arranged a psychic ritual.
Well... If Ian's description is not a problem, Zeril will only be dead for a few days, and the psychic should be able to gain a certain, shallow message... He thought confidently.
Wow!
As the wind swirled and the spiritual wall was established, the rats all fled, and Klein carried out the ceremony step by step, just like before.
Zerrell's cause of death.
Zerrell's cause of death.
……
After reciting over and over again, Klein's eyes turned black, his pupils disappeared, his eyes disappeared, and he quickly entered his dream with the help of meditation.
However, nothing was presented in that misty illusory world.
Klein opened his eyes and made a judgment with a frown:
Psychic failure...
Someone has ‘handled’ Zerrel’s spirit…
This matter has extraordinary people involved in Ah.
Disguising himself as Zeril made it impossible for detectives to see through, which also proves this from the side.
After pondering for a while, Klein made a decision, that is, to stop in-depth integration, anyway, his commission was over-completed.
Let Ian call the police.He whispered, put away the materials and lifted the wall of spirituality.
Three men in black coats slept soundly in different places, and on the small sofa, Klein closed his eyes half-melted in the dark, as if he had also entered a deep sleep.
His dream is a gray and twisted world, and sometimes shines through light.
In the end, these lights were frozen into a picture.
It was a gloomy corner, with sewage flowing on the ground, and a man with short yellow-brown hair, white shirt and brown vest lying beside the wall, surrounded by dense gray mice.
The man's lips were half gnawed off, revealing his slightly yellow teeth and rotten gums. His nose was left with blood, mixed with some short hairs, and the flesh and blood on his face disappeared, clearly showing lush white bones. White and fat maggots were creeping in and out everywhere, constantly wriggling, and the throat seemed to have been bitten by a wild beast, missing at least half.
Klein barely recognized that this was Zerel Victor Lee, and he could no longer be equated with the mature and handsome appearance in the black and white photo Ian gave him.
Zerrell is dead. In a few days, he will probably be gnawed to the point where only bones are left, and maybe even not complete... Klein left his dream and recalled the scene he saw just now.
His past experiences have allowed him to witness similar corpses more peacefully.
Looking at the crimson moon outside the window, Klein thought for more than ten seconds and decided to try to communicate with the man in black next to the sofa.
The corresponding Ammanda Solid Dew and Spirit Eye Potions have been prepared in the previous few days. As for the tranquility potion, Klein does not need it. He can keep calm and rational when others invade dreams and force psychics.
After setting up a simple altar and letting the silence and scent of quietness spread, creating a half-dream and half-awake state, Klein made a prayer to himself and to fools who do not belong to this era.
Then he entered the grey fog and responded with more than two-thirds of his spirituality.
When I was promoted to Sequence 7, similar prayers should be able to slightly pry the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog like summoning and sacrifice rituals... Looking around, Klein made a rough judgment and quickly returned to the real world.
He walked through the starry sky and the chaotic and noisy thinking storm, entered the mental level of the target man, and saw the other person's illusory figure floating in the air.
Who sent you to Zeriel's house?Klein looked at it and asked in a deep voice.
The man's phantom eyes answered in a daze:
Meerso, Meerso sent me to wait for a boy named Ian.
The light and shadow in his spiritual world changed accordingly, showing a thin, delicate and darker man, who was the leader of the group of people whom Klein met on the steam subway before and chased Ian.
It was him... Klein consumed too much spirituality in responding to the prayer, and he was already feeling tired at this time, so he hurriedly asked:
Who instructed Meurso?
I don’t know... He is the ‘executioner’ of our Zmange Party, and no one can instruct him, except the boss.The man said in a daze.
Zmange...The word corresponding to the Warrior in the high primitives... Klein, the pseudo-historian, had a sudden thrust in his head, and his body involuntarily flew out of the storm of thought.
It didn't take long for him to escape from his psychic state and felt his head twitching emptyly.
He did not rush to leave, and methodically packed up the materials and short yellow-brown hair, opened the window of the convex belly window, letting the cold night wind blow inside, dispelling the smell of Ammanda's pure dew and the Eye of Spirit potion.
During this process, Klein returned to the balcony, locked the door from the inside, and wiped all the places he had touched.
When Zerrell's bedroom returned to his previous state, he bowed to the three still sleeping men and bowed.
Straighten his back, Klein put on gloves, supported himself and jumped, quickly flipped outside the convex window, and put his toes on his toes, and stood firmly with the help of an extremely narrow space.
He lifted the vertical pin upwards, blocked the bottom with a tarot card, using the clown's ability to feel the details and adjust the balance.
After a few seconds, Klein slowly pulled back the tarot card, and the vertical latch stabilized in place and did not fall down.
brush!
He first closed the half window without the pin, then flashed over, pushed his right hand inward, and closed the other half.
This movement speed is so fast that the latch does not fall down until there is a vibration, and it is accurately inserted into the matching iron hole.
Bang!The hard-to-removal sound rang out, like a strong wind hitting the surface of the glass.
Klein knew that the three men in the bedroom would wake up slowly, no longer delayed, and jumped directly to the street.
The height of the second floor is not at all dangerous for him now, but he cannot remain silent when landing, which also creates not obvious movement.
Klein quickly left the neighborhood and left Rose Long Street, but did not take a taxi cart directly back to Minsk Street, Joewood District.
He turned several turns and headed towards the adjacent East District.
On a cold night, the wind thrusts into the bones, and Klein shivered and decided to add a sweater to his future actions. He decided to buy charcoal in the next few days so that the fireplace should play its role.
I don’t know how long it took, but he, who had not brought the map, entered the East District of Bakerland with his intuition.
There are very few gas street lights here, and you can only see one or two from afar. If it weren't for the dark clouds that hadn't covered the red moon tonight, Klein believed that many sections of the road would be so dark that they could not see clearly.
As he walked, he suddenly saw a pair of eyes appearing in the deep darkness ahead, with hunched figures highlighting one after another.
They swayed from the blurry distance, silent and silent.
Living zombies?Klein paused sharply, reached out to hold the Requiem and Tarot cards, and quickly turned on the Spirit Vision.
He saw the unhealthy and weak aura color, and also saw the figures.
These are living people, normal living people, but their expressions are numb, their eyes are empty, their movements are weak, and they are both men and women.
It was almost the early morning, why were they still walking on the street... Klein leaned to the side in confusion and alertness, crossing the group of people from the street, but soon, he encountered the second and third waves again, and the same numbness contained pain.
He frowned slightly and was about to go up to ask, suddenly he heard a whisper of scolding from the front:
stand up!Get up for me!
You bitches raised!
Streets and parks are not places for you guys to sleep!
...Klein was stunned for a moment, and the corresponding words of the "Poverty Helping the Poor" popped up in his mind. He understood what was going on.
He had the same experience himself.
Huh… Klein breathed, speeded up and headed towards his one-bedroom house on Black Palm Street in East District.
There, he slept for two hours, initially recovered his spirituality, and then went out again, breaking a withered branch as a divine stick.
The location of Zerrel's body.
The location of Zerrel's body.
……
During the divination, and with the help of short yellow-brown hair, Klein walked for a long time and reached a corner of the East District where there was a sewer entrance.
After the great plague 12 years ago, the Kingdom of Ruen gradually established an advanced sewer system in the capital, surpassing the Rossel legacy of the Republic of Intis in one fell swoop.
Removed the lid, Klein held his breath and climbed down the vertical metal steps.
Because it was not a special clothing, he didn't use many pockets and could not bring too many items, he abandoned the Crag oil he learned from Fry, and refreshed the mind to remove the odor of Crag oil he regretted. At this time, he regretted it extraordinarily.
After about ten seconds, Klein landed on the ground with his feet and felt the stickiness of the ground.
The dirty feeling stimulated his arms and body to have fine bumps, but he could only force himself to endure and continue walking forward, walking forward in the empty and quiet sewer.
A fork in front of him, one of which was relatively hidden, with a strong smell that was more disgusting than other places.
Klein turned around and walked to the end, and saw dense spiritual light spots and aura colors.
Without using candles, he opened the eyes of spiritual vision and directly reflected the gloomy corner, reflecting the rotten and tattered corpse.
This is exactly the same as the scene he saw in dream divination.
squeak!
The gray and dense mice fled in scattered, but some of them remained in place, refused to leave and were reluctant to leave food.
After confirming that it was Zeril, Klein hesitated for a moment and quickly arranged a psychic ritual.
Well... If Ian's description is not a problem, Zeril will only be dead for a few days, and the psychic should be able to gain a certain, shallow message... He thought confidently.
Wow!
As the wind swirled and the spiritual wall was established, the rats all fled, and Klein carried out the ceremony step by step, just like before.
Zerrell's cause of death.
Zerrell's cause of death.
……
After reciting over and over again, Klein's eyes turned black, his pupils disappeared, his eyes disappeared, and he quickly entered his dream with the help of meditation.
However, nothing was presented in that misty illusory world.
Klein opened his eyes and made a judgment with a frown:
Psychic failure...
Someone has ‘handled’ Zerrel’s spirit…
This matter has extraordinary people involved in Ah.
Disguising himself as Zeril made it impossible for detectives to see through, which also proves this from the side.
After pondering for a while, Klein made a decision, that is, to stop in-depth integration, anyway, his commission was over-completed.
Let Ian call the police.He whispered, put away the materials and lifted the wall of spirituality.
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