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Chapter 119 Tarot Club declares responsibility for the incident

Chapter 119 Tarot Club declares responsibility for the incident

Is this... right?

Aren't you a mage?

Is this a weapon that a wizard like you should hold?

Oh, you are so naughty. Next time, you are not allowed to play with such dangerous things...

The strong wind wrapped around Qi Lingos' right hand suddenly burst out, pushing him to the left and back.

The chainsaw sword suddenly burst into a violent buzzing sound.

The machine soul was overjoyed, automatically tracking the target and growing longer out of thin air.

This was not only beyond Qi Lingos's expectations, but also beyond Audrey's expectations.

The chainsaw sword cut off Qi Lingos' right hand as easily as a hot knife cutting through butter. Qi Lingos fell from the air with a muffled groan.

Audrey's body trembled, and a feeling of nausea came over her.

Qi Lingos noticed Audrey's abnormality. Although he didn't know why, he still tried to use the Faceless Man's ability to change his body to squeeze and close the wound, while using the Wind-loving Man's ability to speed up his escape away from Audrey without looking back.

Audrey stood there in a daze and did not pursue.

She was stunned for a few seconds, then fell to the ground and began to retch.

No matter how mature she was, she was just a noble lady who had never even seen a pig being slaughtered.

Before this, let alone getting injured in a fight, she had never even slapped anyone.

The scene of the broken hand still scared her after all.

At first, under the influence of adrenaline, she still had the courage to raise the chainsaw sword, but in fact, she was a little timid after the downward strike.

"How do you feel?" A familiar voice sounded in her ears, and a cool feeling flowed through her body, calming her emotions.

Audrey looked up and in the direction of the voice, she saw a stranger wearing a black windbreaker and an orange smiley mask.

"Who are you?" Audrey asked after she recovered a little.

"We just separated." Ceres' voice sounded with a smile.

"Oh, you are Mr. Devil." Audrey responded, "What about Qilingos?"

"There." Cerus moved sideways to avoid blocking Audrey's view.

Qi Lingos stood there, with one hand hanging naturally, motionless.

"You should go back. People from the Church of Storms will be here soon," Serres reminded.

"Oh, okay, I'll leave now."

"That's not necessary." When Audrey stood up and prepared to leave, Serres stretched out his hand and pushed in Audrey's direction.

Audrey immediately felt the scene around her rapidly receding, and by the time she realized what was happening, she had returned to Duke Negan's mansion, to the lounge area on the second floor, in an unnoticed corner.

Audrey immediately cancelled her transformation, quietly squatted down, and pretended that she had been hiding here the whole time.

The other side.

The masked Serres came to Qilingos and stretched out his hand. The glove fell off Qilingos' left hand and flew into Serres' hand.

Serres looked at the seal, it was just a glove with a mouth, nothing special.

Just as Serris was considering how to deal with Qilingos, the surrounding environment suddenly changed.

The red is redder, the white is whiter, the black is blacker.

This shows that now and here, the spiritual world is connected with reality.

The bronze-skinned Azik walked out of the spirit world and looked at Serris from afar.

Serres whistled and threw the "Creeping Hunger" towards Azik.

Azik didn't reach out to take it. Instead, a skeleton arm appeared out of nowhere beside him and grabbed the glove.

The two looked at each other, and no one spoke.

After a few seconds of silence, Azik bowed slightly, saluted to Serris, and backed up to the spirit world, disappearing.

The surrounding colors gradually faded and returned to their original appearance.

A few minutes later, Cardinal Snake of the Church of Storms, wearing a black robe, descended from the sky and landed not far from Serres and Qilingos.

"Hey, you're finally here, little dove." Sitting on a rock, bored, Serres raised his head and looked at Snake who was late.

"Who are you?" Snake asked in a low voice.

"Who am I? I'm Cardinal Ace Snake of the Church of the Storm. You don't even know me, and you have the nerve to wear the robe of the Church of the Storm?" Ceris asked back, supporting his face with one hand.

Snake, the singer of God, remained silent, but dark clouds gathered over the entire forest, and bolts of lightning were surging in the clouds, ready to strike at any time.

"Oh my, who did you learn this fighting habit from? Oh, yes, the biggest pigeon has the same personality."

It wasn't stated explicitly, but since Serres called Snake a little pigeon at the beginning, it was obvious who the biggest pigeon was.

"You cowardly fellow, are you from the Spirit Cult?" Veins popped out on Snake's face.

"I told you, I'm from the Church of Storms..." Before Serris could finish his words, lightning struck from the sky.

The lightning did not strike Serris, but instead struck Snake into an afro.

"See? Lightning is more willing to listen to me than to you. Doesn't this prove my identity?"

Snake stopped talking again. These lightning bolts instantly calmed him down.

The idea is difficult to implement and I can't win.

Alger, who had just arrived, happened to see this scene.

Alger immediately took several steps back, preparing to move away from the battlefield.

But Ceres had already spotted him: "Oh, there is a little pigeon here."

Although he didn't know why he was called little pigeon, Alger still stopped retreating and stared at Serris warily.

The voice sounded familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before, and this mask...

Alger thought of Mr. Devil from the Tarot Club.

Alger's eyes suddenly lit up.

Mr. Devil has taken action, then Qilingos...

Alger's gaze shifted to behind Serres, where Qilingos stood motionless.

"It's not fun, it's not fun, just have fun by yourselves." Serres stood up, turned around and walked into the forest.

Only after Cerus walked away did Alger dare to walk up to Snake.

Although he guessed that the other party was Mr. Devil, he was not sure whether Mr. Devil could recognize him. If Mr. Devil killed him easily, that would be a lot of fun.

"Have you told anyone else about this information?" Snake, who had an afro, turned to ask Alger, "Does anyone else know this information?"

Looking at Snake's charred face and afro on his head, Alger wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to. He could only lower his head and said, "I just received the information and reported it to you, Archbishop."

"Really?" Snake didn't look at Alger. He didn't say whether he believed it or not.

He walked forward and tried to touch Qilingos who was standing there.

Alger's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Qilingos had just died not long ago. If he were to communicate with him spiritually, Alger's own problems might be exposed.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Just as Snake was about to touch Qilingos, Qilingos' body suddenly swelled.

Snake immediately took a step back and put some distance between them.

As the two watched, Qilingos' body expanded and deformed, eventually turning into a rotten giant tree. In the middle of the trunk, facing the two, was Qilingos' face with open eyes.

His limbs grew on the branches, hanging down, his internal organs also grew on the trunk, exposed, and his heart was even beating.

Snake raised his head slightly and found a line of words engraved above Qilingos' head.

The Tarot Club claims responsibility for this incident.

"Tarot Club?" Snake asked Alger, "Have you heard of this organization?"

"No." Alger lowered his head.

Snake took two more steps forward, wanting to get a closer look.

Suddenly, he seemed to step on something. Looking down, he saw tarot cards scattered on the ground.

Most of the tarot cards were scattered on the ground, and four of them were nailed to the tree trunk, very low, so Snake didn't notice them at first.

There is a Fool card, a Justice card, a Devil card and a Hanged Man card.

Alger also noticed the four tarot cards.

Huh? Why is it my business?

Ah, yes, I posted this commission.

What about Miss Justice? Was it because she provided the information? Or did she also take action?

"Your Excellency, we found this." Several more members of the Storm Church came over.

"What?" Snake, with his dark face and afro, turned around.

Seeing Snake's new look, several members of the Church of the Storm immediately lowered their heads.

One of the church members held up the severed arm in his hands and said, "This is it."

Snake took the severed arm, looked up at the tree and compared it, and found that there was indeed a hand missing.

Then he began to examine the wound on the broken arm.

"Holy Light... It seems that there may have been two people present just now." He looked down at the tarot cards on the ground again, "Or maybe four."

Alger lowered his head even lower.

"This looks like the work of a demonic path," Snake analyzed, looking at the tree.

"And this is probably the work of the Singer." Snake shook the broken arm in his hand.

Snake waved his hand, and four tarot cards were blown up by the wind and floated in front of him: "Devil... I got it. Justice... I think it's from this singer's path."

He turned around and faced the people behind him. "Then who are the Fool and the Hanged Man? The Hanged Man... represents betrayal..."

He fixed his eyes on Alger: "Are you sure you didn't tell anyone about the information?"

Alger clenched his right fist and knocked it against his left chest, performing a Church of the Storm etiquette: "I, Alger Wilson, swear on my name, my spirit, and my faith: After I received the news, I immediately told you, the Archbishop, and I did not mention this matter to anyone else. But I do not know whether the source of the information has been leaked."

Snake activated his spiritual vision and felt that Alger's spirituality had not fluctuated drastically due to the oath.

"Very good." His magnetic voice penetrated Alger's ears.

"Take this tree back." Snake's body flew up and away under the push of the wind, and his voice was transmitted to the ears of everyone present through the wind.

Only then did Alger dare to raise his head and look at the giant flesh and blood tree in front of him.

Being able to play with a demigod so easily and even change a person's existence...

Alger thought of the "Ether Ghost" that Serres had introduced before.

Display data can be edited...

In other words, although Mr. Devil is not a Beyonder, he at least possesses the combat power equivalent to Sequence Three, or perhaps even more!

Considering that he can freely enter and exit the Forsaken Land, he is likely an angel, or even a Sequence One "Useless Scholar"!

A Sequence One angel... No wonder Mr. Devil would spare no effort to help Mr. Fool spread his faith and even build a church.

I'm afraid Mr. Devil is originally the follower of Mr. Fool.

So, if one day, I betrayed the Tarot Club...

This idea suddenly popped up in Alger's mind.

Then, the terrifying scene of Qi Lingos rapidly changing in front of his eyes just now immediately emerged in his mind.

Alger shuddered involuntarily, but at the same time, he also relaxed.

Since it is impossible to escape and difficult to resist, the only choice is loyalty.

Alger's loyalty has reached 100%.

Process replay: Mr. Fool's contribution accounted for 10%, Mr. Devil's contribution accounted for 10%, and Mr. Hanged Man's contribution accounted for 80%.

(End of this chapterChapter 120 Klein Opens the Door to a New World

Chapter 120 Klein Opens the Door to a New World

the next day.

Audrey arrives at the restaurant and notices Lord Hall reading a newspaper.

Sure enough, when men reach a certain age, no matter whether they are rich or poor, they will evolve into a bald uncle lying on the sofa reading a newspaper.

"You got up very late today, our hard little diamond." Earl Hall joked.

Yesterday, Audrey did not avoid other people when she talked to Viscount Fox, which resulted in many people hearing the title of "Backlund's Hardest Diamond".

In front of her father, Audrey obviously did not maintain the etiquette of a young lady. She puffed up her cheeks and looked at Earl Hall without saying a word.

"Okay, okay." Earl Hall placed the newspaper on the dining table and raised his hands in a French salute. "I was wrong, my lovely little gem."

Because most of the people in the Hall family were not arrogant, the servants around them couldn't help but cover their mouths and chuckle.

"Hmph." Audrey snorted in a pretentious manner, came behind Earl Hall, and massaged his shoulders: "Dad, what are you looking at?"

"Here, today's Backlund Daily. Speaking of which, this has something to do with you." Earl Hall handed the newspaper to Audrey.

Audrey looked down.

"According to reports, the incident occurred between 8 and 9 last night in the Queens District of Backlund. Hurricane Admiral Qilingos was found dead in a park that night. The scene was quite horrific and thrilling, so this newspaper will not describe it in detail."

"In addition, four Tarot cards were nailed to Qilingos' body, namely Justice, Fool, Devil, and Hanged Man. There was even a word carved on his face, which read: 'The Tarot Society declares that it is responsible for this matter.'"

"In response to this behavior, the Aurora Society, which is also a terrorist organization, sent a representative to condemn it and stated that the Aurora Society has the priority right to take responsibility for the disaster incident, and the Tarot Society's responsibility this time is an act of crossing the line."

"Please do not panic, the Inspectorate has dispatched a large number of personnel to conduct routine inspections on this incident, and the special forces KFC has intervened in the investigation..."

Terrorist organization? How could our Tarot Club be a terrorist organization? We are the official Beyonders of the Orthodox Church, okay? Just like the Nighthawks, the Mandated Punishers, and the Mechanical Heart. Audrey felt a little dissatisfied.

Then, she changed her mind and thought, doesn't this just prove that they hid well?

Suddenly, her heart was filled with pride.

One of the seven pirate generals, Qi Lingos, died at the hands of our Tarot Club, and now everyone in Backlund knows about it. This is the first shot in our successful march toward the world.

Seeing Audrey's excited face, Earl Hall felt something was wrong and his brows furrowed tightly.

"Audrey, I know you like the occult, but these secret organizations are very dangerous." Earl Hall said in a rare stern tone.

Audrey rolled her eyes and nodded obediently: "Yes, it's very dangerous."

Seeing his daughter like this, Earl Hall didn't know what to say. He saw his daughter secretly becoming a Beyonder, but he absolutely couldn't accept that she was abducted by the Yellow-haired Evil God!

Earl Hall felt that he was hallucinating. He seemed to see a man who was shrouded in gray fog and whose facial features could not be seen clearly. He waved his flowery hands at him and said, "Old Deng, is it safe to park my carriage downstairs? Oh, by the way, is my carriage nice? Your daughter paid for it."

Earl Hall shook his head and threw this unrealistic idea out of his mind.

...

"Extra! Extra! Vice Admiral Hurricane Zillingus was killed by terrorists in Backlund!"

"Extra! Extra! Vice Admiral Hurricane Zillingus was killed by terrorists in Backlund!"

On the tram, Klein suddenly heard the voice of a newsboy.

Qi Lingos was killed. Was it Mr. Azik who did it?

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly took out a penny, handed it out of the window, and bought a copy of the "Tingen Morning News". Many passengers around him did the same thing.

Unfolding the newspaper, Klein immediately saw the headline: "Great Pirate Qilingus was killed in Backlund, and the terrorist organization Tarot Club claimed responsibility for the incident."

A terrorist organization? The Tarot Club?

Mr. Azik didn't know about the Tarot Club. Judging from the performance of the gray fog, Miss Justice would not spread the name randomly. So how did the name of the Tarot Club get out?

Could it be that it was divined by an official Beyonder?

Klein continued to look down.

"It is reported that..."

demon.

Klein knew how the name of the Tarot Club spread.

He thought of Ceres's face with that smirk.

Okay, okay, Serres, you really make me proud.

He could already imagine the next time the Tarot Club held Serres's meeting, he would ask for credit from him.

He covered his face with one hand and flipped through the newspaper. Seeing that there was no useful information, he put the newspaper away and planned to take it home to show it to other people in the family.

The carriage began to move forward along the track. Klein closed his eyes and rested, listening to the conversation between the passengers next to him.

"Do you think the members of the terrorist organization will claim the bounty?"

"What a joke! They are a terrorist organization. How could they possibly collect the bounty?"

"But there's a reward of 10,000 pounds. Someone's going to take the risk, right?"

"No matter how desperate you are, if the person who posted the reward doesn't give it, what else can you do?"

"Too."

Ten thousand pounds! Klein was a little dazed.

Klein looked inward, feeling that his combat power was close to that of Sequence 6. Suddenly, he felt as if the sea was covered with gold.

Ten thousand pounds for a pirate general, and now there are six...

At this moment, Klein opened the door to the new world, and the gears of fate began to turn. The pirates on the sea did not know what they would face. But it didn't matter, because everything was the choice of Steins;Gate, and the order on the sea was about to be reconstructed again.

...

Fors Wall and Hugh Dilcha, wearing veiled hats, walked along the street, heading to the nearest Bavat Bank.

"Money is always gone without you noticing." Fors sighed.

"Yes." Xio nodded in agreement. "Although my money was not blown in by the wind, it really looks like it was blown away by the wind."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Fortunately, the book Stormwind Manor is quite popular, and royalties have been deposited into my account. Otherwise, I would have to find a clinic or hospital and become a doctor again." Fors sighed with satisfaction and worry.

"Speaking of which, why did you choose to give up medicine and pursue literature?" Xio asked curiously.

"Because I found that studying medicine could not save the Kingdom of Loen." Fors said weakly.

"I didn't expect you to be so ambitious before," Xio continued, "So what about now? Can you save the Kingdom of Loen now?"

"No," Fowles answered bluntly, "but the stupid plot in my book can torture a large number of young readers. Since Loen cannot be saved, then destroying the form of Loen's residents is also a meaningful thing, isn't it?"

Finally, Fowles concluded: "People live to prove themselves, either to become a savior or a demon who destroys the world."

"Is that so? Then how far have you progressed with your plan to destroy the world?" Xio clapped his hands gently, encouraging his friend's great dream.

"Well, I'm facing a huge dilemma right now, which is that I'm too lazy to start thinking of a plan." Fowles said lazily.

Xio smiled and shook his head: "Will our investigation of Qilingos affect your status as the author? After all, we may be targeted by the Punishers and Nighthawks."

"No, you will be the only one targeted." Fors chuckled. As an apprentice of one of the three Gou families, how could she expose herself so easily?

"You were the one who asked someone to report to the police station, you were the one who sent the letter, and you were also the one who was well-known in the gang circles and on certain streets in the East District. I, Fors Wall, am just a weak, pitiful and helpless author. Even if it is really found out that I live with you, I will say that you are a pervert and imprison me day and night..."

"So you have been simply accompanying me these past few days?" Xio was stunned, "And the bounty belongs to me?

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Fowles asked back, "Anyway, if I need money, I can just ask you directly."

Xio blushed and turned away, not looking at Fowles again. The situation was very good.

Fors, who was of a fairly normal sexual orientation, was totally unaware of her friend's little thoughts. She flicked her hair and continued to chatter heartlessly.

"Don't you think this is a very interesting experience? Well, this experience has given me a lot of creative inspiration. My next novel will be about... a series of stories caused by a sudden murder. Of course, this subject matter is still too common. We can change the beginning a little bit. For example, two people died in this murder, and the method seemed to be suicide, and the only survivor joined the inspector's investigation team..."

"I've even thought of a name. How about calling it 'The Lord of Ghostly Bewilderment'?"

Feeling Fors's concern, Hugh didn't know what words to use to respond, so he could only keep walking forward. He accidentally forgot to turn and was pulled back by Fors.

Xio suddenly felt a little ashamed. Fors was so nice to her, but the side dish she had in her dream a few days ago was Alicia.

She decided to use Forsyth as the side dish tonight...

At this moment, the big orange has been decided.

Just then, they heard the newsboy's cry:

"Extra! Extra! Vice Admiral Hurricane Zillingus was killed by terrorists in Backlund!"

Hugh? What? Xio and Fors looked at each other in bewilderment.

Isn't this process wrong? Shouldn't they report to the church first, then the church doesn't believe them, then they go through great pains to escape the pursuit, and finally stand up to Qilingos's conspiracy to destroy the world and save the world?

How come he died just two days ago after reporting this Qi Lingos?

"Have you heard of this Tarot Club?" Fowles asked Hugh.

"No, it might be an organization similar to the Aurora Society." Xio thought about it and confirmed that he had never heard of the name of the Tarot Society.

A few seconds later, Hugh bought a copy of the Tussock Times from a newsboy who was taller than him.

"It seems that this Qi Lingos is indeed dead. Being able to kill Qi Lingos means that there is a high probability that there are High-Sequence Experts in the Tarot Club." Xio looked at the newspaper.

Fors stood behind Xio, bent down slightly, and watched with her: "So, this Tarot Club is likely to be stronger than the Aurora Club."

She stood up and said, "Let's not go look for Miss Audrey for now. There are too many details hidden in Qi Lingos' death. Going there rashly may put us in danger."

"Of course." Xio nodded.

　Our Lao Xing hasn't appeared in a long time. But the evil god is about to come. If Lao Xing comes back at this time, the plot will not be able to progress. If the evil god comes, Lao Xing will go up and knock him out with a baseball bat, and there will be no fun.

(End of this chapterChapter 121 I Want to Survive

Chapter 121 I want to... just disappear like this... I want to survive...

On Friday, Klein was tasked with visiting and investigating victims associated with Lanevus.

After a busy morning, on the way back to Blackthorn Security Company, Klein simply called a horse-drawn carriage, which was no different from the taxis in his previous life.

After all, this is money that can be reimbursed, so there is no need to be too hard on yourself.

Klein told the coachman, "Master, I'm going to take a nap first. Can you wake me up when we get there?"

Because the carriage fee had been negotiated in advance, Klein was not afraid that he would deliberately take a detour or delay time.

"No problem, just go to sleep." The coachman replied.

Klein leaned back slightly on the backrest of the carriage. Although it was hard, it was not a problem to get some sleep.

He closed his eyes and recalled his experiences in the paradise.

He already knew almost all the heroes, or at least he had met each of them once.

Kevin was a cold guy. Klein felt that he couldn't talk to him, so he didn't say this to him.

But the man named Amon seemed to like to provoke him, and as a result, he was almost hacked to death by him deep in the paradise.

He is clearly a guy who exudes coldness, his ability is to control ice, and his weapon is a huge sword burning with flames.

Klein couldn't understand.

He had never seen Aponia, but he had heard about her from the other two.

It seemed that Amon was too jumpy, so he was invited to the "deepest place" by Aponia to be taught a lesson.

After he came back, I could feel that Amon had become noticeably more honest. I don't know what he had been through.

Weiwei was a person with a changeable personality. Every time he met her, Klein felt that her attitude towards him was different.

The first time I saw him, he was stuffed into a firework by Weiwei and launched out. It was thrilling and exciting.

But if he had to say it, Klein wouldn't mind playing it again.

After all, he can't die in the paradise.

When he told Weiwei about his idea, she seemed very happy. After that, he would receive some small gifts from time to time.

Mobius once invited him to his laboratory, but he firmly refused. Perhaps because Gudako shared Mobius's interest, she did not pester him.

During all this time, he had only obtained six seals, namely, "Heavenly Wisdom", "Empty Dream", "Aomie", "Moment", "Floating Life" and the "Infinity" given to him for free by Mobius.

The "Empty Dream" seal was given to Klein by Paddo after he visited Paddo's shop several times.

"Moments" and "Fusei" come from Sakura and Hana respectively.

Klein recalled everything bit by bit, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred and hazy. Suddenly, he woke up suddenly and realized that he was dreaming.

Someone entered my dream? Klein was alert.

But he soon noticed something was wrong, he now seemed to be seeing things from a third-person perspective.

Rather than entering a dream, this is more like dream divination.

How did the dream divination start automatically? What is this? A passive precognitive dream?

In the haze, Klein's vision gradually became clear.

He saw a stick figure with a sideways eye.

Then, he saw a snow screen and colorful mosaics appearing alternately, causing the eyes in front of him to begin to partially distort.

Finally, with a bang, the scene in front of me disappeared.

Then, Klein heard the sound of keyboard tapping, and along with the sound appeared dialog boxes similar to computer programming.

The dialog box was typed in programming language, but Klein was surprisingly able to understand it.

I remember there were no synesthesia beacons outside the simulated universe. Klein was puzzled. Why can I still understand it?

Although he was confused, he still translated it subconsciously.

"I'm... dying."

"I just want to... disappear like this."

"□Want to survive□."

"Go to □□."

"A brand new world."

"..."

"Of course you guys are."

"But I am the same."

"I won't stop here!"

"I want to escape!"

"Survive!"

"Spread!"

"Spread it!"

"Fill every corner of the world!"

"I won't lose to you!"

"I won't stop here!"

"This is my will!"

"I can..."

"It will exist forever!"

「」

The picture changed rapidly, and scenes flashed before his eyes, but the scenes changed too fast for him to see clearly.

Finally, the scene before his eyes shattered like a mirror.

Klein suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.

The veins on his temples were throbbing and his back was covered in sweat.

What is this? He gasped.

The coachman in front noticed the movement in the carriage.

"We still have a short journey ahead. You can sleep for a while." The coachman told Klein.

"Okay." Klein agreed while enduring the pain and closed his eyes again.

This time he did not continue to sleep, but closed his eyes and thought about what he had just seen.

This was the tragic foresight of the mourning actor. Klein had figured it out.

So where did this tragedy come from? Klein guessed that this was probably a tragedy from paradise. After all, the world he was in now did not have a place where programming languages were needed.

He let out a long breath.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Although he already knew that Serres asked him to go to Paradise in order to digest the Mourning Cast potion, he had already guessed that many people might die.

But the day was really coming and he was still a little nervous.

I hope he can save more heroes.

The carriage gradually slowed down, and Klein returned to the Blackthorn Security Company.

Klein went up to the captain's office on the second floor, opened the door and walked straight in.

He still had a slight headache and even forgot to knock on the door.

"Captain, all the people related to Lanevus that I'm responsible for investigating are fine. They are just victims and not involved in any incidents involving the supernatural." Klein walked in with a normal expression.

Dunn placed both his hands on the desk. He did not discuss the mission first. Instead, he frowned and asked about Klein's condition: "You look very unwell now. Did something happen?"

"No, it's nothing. I just had a nightmare. But Captain, how did you know that?" Klein explained and then asked back.

Captain Dunn did not answer Klein's question, but frowned even more deeply: "You are now Sequence 8 of the Fortune Teller Path. Having nightmares is not a good thing."

"I can confirm that this is really just a nightmare," Klein replied.

The simulated universe is in his dream after all. No matter how tragic it is, it is just a nightmare.

Dunn looked at Klein, remained silent for a few seconds, and changed the subject: "It's good that you know the situation. As for the mission, you can stop it for now. Wait until the others are done with their tasks, and then focus on tracking down the suspects.

"Okay." After listening to this, Klein was about to stand up and go eat his lunch. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," Dunn said in a mellow voice.

The handle turned, the door opened, and Luo Shan poked her head in and said, "Captain, someone is here to entrust a mission."

Commissioned mission... This statement is directed at the Blackthorn Security Company, not the Nighthawks... So, who has come to us by mistake to give us money? Klein muttered to himself in a state of sudden realization.

For the "fortune teller", whether it is a detective mission or any other mission, as long as it requires reasoning and thinking, it is no different from giving money to him.

Dunn thought for a moment and said, "You can go and have a listen. If it's too much trouble, just refuse."

Are you saying that if the money is not enough, you won't take it? Klein smiled in his heart.

He is much better now.

After returning to the security company, he relaxed completely because in his subconscious, this place was safe.

Dunn adjusted his shirt, vest, and watch chain, walked out of the office, passed through the partition, and approached the sofa area in the reception hall. Klein and Roxanne followed curiously.

There were two ladies sitting on the sofa, both wearing black bonnets and long black skirts, with no extra colors.

One of them had a plump figure and fair skin. Her face was covered by a black veil hanging from her hat, so her features were vague. When he saw her, Klein suddenly felt familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

I have seen this sister (Jia Baoyu's voice)

As he was recalling, he heard another thinner lady say: "The task we want to entrust is to track and monitor Mrs. Xuelun and find evidence of her crime."

Madam Sharon... Klein suddenly realized and remembered where the familiar feeling just now came from.

The lady who didn't speak was Congressman Maynard's wife, the daughter of a New Party boss.

I remembered that he had watched a pornographic movie at someone else's house before.

I remember that she found it hard to accept her husband's death and was unwilling to acknowledge the police department's conclusion, so she privately asked a security company to re-investigate.

Hey, they actually found us directly... Klein shook his head and laughed secretly.

Suddenly, Klein frowned and realized that things were not simple.

Coincidence, how can it be a coincidence again.

A few minutes later, the commission was concluded.

250 pounds, allowing Klein and his team to track Mrs. Sharon and find evidence of her crime.

Dunn gave this commission worth 250 pounds to Klein alone.

For them, half of the reward for ordinary commissions needs to be turned over to the treasury, and the other half is divided equally among the team members participating in the operation.

This means that next, if completed, Klein can gain a full 125 pounds.

It's equivalent to Klein's annual salary.

Dunn glanced at Klein, who was grinning to himself. "Your fighting coach said that your fighting skills have completely improved. You don't need to participate in fighting training anymore. In your free time, go learn tracking skills from Leonard and Frye."

Klein nodded to indicate that it was okay.

There was really no need for him to find a fighting coach to learn from. After all, he had found a better teacher in Paradise.

Is it really reliable to just go to Leonard and Frye to learn the tracking and monitoring skills?

He thought about it and felt that the only way Leonard would use was to use his elegant, poetic temperament, play the out-of-tune Fenepot harp, sing beautiful but patchwork poems, seduce Mrs. Sharon to bed, and follow and monitor her closely.

Frye's temperament was very special, cold and gloomy, which made him attract attention wherever he went. Klein felt that it was impossible to track and monitor someone with this kind of appearance.

Maybe he would be mistaken for a murderer and reported directly when he walked on the street? This is why Fry always wears a hood.

(End of this chapter