"He lives at 19 Howes Street?"
While memorizing the information, Klein acutely grasped a piece of information.
Yes, Welch lives in Howes Street. The Divination Club is in Howes Street. This cloth merchant named Sirius Arpis also lives in Howes Street … From the looks of it, it's not strange that Welch knows Hanass Vincent. In fact, he might have gotten to know Hanass Vincent through Sirius Arpis …
Suddenly, Klein felt the clues connect, and his thoughts became clear.
He was originally filled with questions as to how Welch knew Hanass Vincent. This was because the son of a banker wasn't someone who liked mysticism. To him, money was more useful than divination. But now, Klein felt that he could roughly deduce how the two of them got to know each other.
According to the descriptions in various magazines, the middle class and the wealthy are very willing to visit neighbors of the same level to form a social circle that is beneficial to them. Welch and the cloth merchant, Sirius, who also lived on Howes Street, had the motivation to become friends …
It's not too difficult to understand why Sirius knew Hanass Vincent, who often visited the Divination Club on Howes Street. Perhaps it was a chance encounter, or perhaps a favor, allowing people who have been in the same area for a long time to become familiar with each other …
Hanass Vincent wanted to sell the ancient books in his possession, so through Sirius's introduction, he found the history department student, Welch …
In Hanass's dream, there was an image of the suspected evil god, the True Creator. He also had the correct incantation format. All of this means that he is very knowledgeable in mysticism. I can't eliminate the possibility that he is a member of a secret organization …
I can't eliminate the possibility that he joined a secret organization because of Sirius's guidance.
…
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, even without divination, Klein was almost certain that the information left behind by Welch was reliable.
Even if his name isn't Sirius Arpis, he isn't a cloth merchant, and he doesn't live at 19, he definitely belongs to Howes Street or a nearby area!
As Klein thought, he re-examined Welch's borrowing records.
The last time he went to Deweyville's library was last Saturday, the day before Selena's birthday banquet. It was also the day before Hanass Vincent died. It's been a few days, but he still hasn't returned the magazines.
"According to the previous records, if he only borrowed two journals, he would usually come back the next day."
"Does this mean that Siris knows about Hanass's death and is so frightened that he no longer dares to come to Deweyville Library?"
"Yes, at first, he borrowed a lot of irrelevant history books and periodicals. Later, he gradually became clear about his target, and the books I borrowed overlapped on a large scale …"
"This means that he didn't have anyone to guide him. He didn't have a senior associate professor from a university's history department to consult him.
"What would a frightened target normally do? There are two choices. One, when the information is basically complete, he will head straight for the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range. Two, when the main conditions are lacking, he will first hide and observe the situation. After confirming that Hanass's death doesn't implicate him, he will appear again. "
Thinking of this, Klein closed the borrowing record and pushed it back to the librarians. He then took out the portrait and asked them if they had seen the target. Unfortunately, there were many people who came to borrow books every day, and it was difficult for the librarians to have an impression of someone with no obvious characteristics.
"Alright, sorry for the trouble." Klein put away his identification and badge.
He didn't plan on continuing the investigation alone. Not only was it dangerous, but it was also troublesome. He planned on heading to Zouteland Street again and leaving the rest to his captain and teammates. He would then return home to make tomato oxtail soup for his siblings. He would also use the mysterious space above the gray fog to divine the target's situation and whereabouts.
"Officer, is there anything else?" a librarian heaved a sigh of relief as he asked earnestly.
Klein nodded slightly and said, "No.
If there are any new clues, I'll come again. "
He held his black silver-inlaid cane in his left hand and quickly walked to the door.
At that moment, he saw a man wearing a black double-breasted suit with a high collar walk in with his head lowered.
At the instant they brushed past each other, Klein caught a glimpse of the man's thick and messy eyebrows, as well as a pair of grayish-blue eyes!
These were areas that a high collar couldn't hide!
Siris? Siris Arpis? What a coincidence? Klein was taken aback. He never expected to meet the target directly!
What kind of luck is this!
Isn't this too much of a coincidence?
He weighed his body and felt the soreness in his muscles. He pretended that nothing had happened and continued walking to the door.
Yes, as a person, I have to follow my heart's wishes and be steady!
As long as Siris hasn't left Tingen, it doesn't matter if I miss this opportunity!
At that moment, the man in the black double-breasted suit walked to the reception desk and handed the journal in his hand to one of the librarians.
"Return it," he said vaguely with a suppressed voice.
The librarian casually took the journal and glanced at it. Suddenly, he froze.
He subconsciously raised his head and looked across as his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Is there a problem?" the man with the high collar asked in a deep voice.
His words were like a spark that ignited a barrel of explosives, causing the administrator to lose control in an instant. He ran to the side and shouted, "
As he ran to the side, he shouted, "Officer!"
"That criminal is here!"
At that moment, Klein, who hadn't even stepped out of the door, only had the word "f * ck" reverberating in his heart.
He instinctively reached his right hand into his armpit and took out his revolver.
The man was stunned at first, but he immediately turned around and started running.
However, he didn't run towards the door. Instead, he ran towards the oriel window at the side, as if he wanted to break through the glass and jump out.
Klein, who was panicking, turned around and saw this scene. His heart suddenly calmed down.
He realized that although he was afraid of the target, the target was even more afraid of him!
In such a hasty encounter, the other party definitely won't be able to determine my strength. He won't know what I'm good at. Therefore, the guilty him will definitely subconsciously avoid a direct confrontation and seek other means of escape! With his mind made up, Klein raised his revolver and pulled the trigger.
At that moment, the man in the black double-breasted suit suddenly rolled in an attempt to avoid the bullet.
Immediately after, he pressed his right hand and leaped into the air, pouncing towards the glass of the oriel window.
Poof! Klein's first shot was a blank.
However, this was something he had expected. Taking advantage of the fact that Siris couldn't dodge in mid-air, he aimed at the most convenient part of his torso and pulled the trigger again.
Bang!
The silver demon hunting bullet pierced through the air and stabbed into Siris's back.
Clang! The glass shattered as Siris flew out, leaving drops of crimson blood and crystalline shards on the windowsill.
Seeing that the other party was injured, Klein was no longer afraid. He ran over, jumped onto the windowsill with the help of a chair, and leaped out.
Behind the first floor of Deweyville Library, rows of tall trees separated a lush green lawn.
Siris, who had been shot, was running to the side in an attempt to enter the alley between two buildings. Klein hadn't practiced his accuracy when running, so he didn't dare to shoot blindly. He could only hold his cane in one hand and his gun in the other as he chased after the man in the black suit. Tap!
Tap! Tap!
He followed the blood on the ground, trying his best to shorten the distance between them.
With the corner in sight and the injured Siris slowing down, Klein, who was waiting for an opportunity, suddenly felt his heart palpitate. He felt that the person in front of him wasn't human, but a ferocious wolf, a tiger, and a terrifying danger lurked within.
This was his instinct as a Seer. This was a warning from his spirituality!
Klein immediately slowed down, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the blood on the ground.
Compared to before, the blood dripping from Siris's body had turned black!
At that moment, a strong gust of wind blew against him. Siris's face was reflected in Klein's eyes.
Those were thick and messy eyebrows, those were grayish-blue eyes, those were protruding sarcomas, those were cracked lips, those were white teeth.
Siris had actually launched a counterattack at that moment!
This made the face in Klein's eyes clearer. It was as if he could smell a foul stench!
Pa! Siris had pounced seven to eight meters away, which was clearly beyond the range of a normal person. But because Klein had stopped his pursuit in time, the two of them were still separated by about ten meters.
At a distance of less than two meters, the mouth that drooped with sticky saliva and the extremely disgusting dense sarcomas formed a clear and horrifying scene. It made Klein tense up.
Without thinking, he took advantage of the moment when the other party's pounce missed to raise his right hand and fire at the target's head.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
At close range, the silver demon hunting bullets drilled into Siris's head one after another. Blood splattered everywhere, and his face was a mess. He was hit so hard that he staggered backward.
After emptying the bullets in his revolver, Klein subconsciously wanted to retreat to confirm the outcome of the battle.
But at that moment, Siris, who was trying his best to stand straight, gave him a huge fright. He suddenly swung the cane in his left hand.
Pa! The sturdy black cane struck Siris's neck, drawing out a deep red mark.
Pa pa pa!
Klein instinctively whipped his opponent until Siris swayed and fell to the ground.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Klein used his cane to support himself as he panted. He stared at his target, afraid that the other party would suddenly come back to life.
At that moment, Siris's head was like a smashed ripe watermelon. The remaining sarcomas began to recede, and his body convulsed a few times before returning to normal.
Klein was not in a hurry to examine the corpse. Instead, he threw down his cane, took out the demon hunting bullets that he carried with him, and stuffed them into his revolver one by one.
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