In the suburbs west of North Borough, in a three-story house that was about to be abandoned.
This place originally belonged to Baekeland Medical College, but the latter's main body had already moved to a better and more suitable place. Only a small number of teaching staff and students who failed to successfully graduate were left behind to "guard" the area.
Audrey was wearing a white coat and a mask of the same color. Her moist blonde hair was coiled up and stuffed into a cold surgical cap.
Her eyes darted around and looked at Fors Wall, who was similarly dressed. She had a nagging feeling that she had a special bearing, as though she was more suited for such attire than herself.
Hmm … It's the kind of bearing that can pick up a scalpel and cut open a patient's stomach at any time … Audrey didn't say a word as she followed Fors into the classroom in front of her.
After receiving Xio's feedback from Fors, she was given a fright. This was because Mr. Fool had said that it was a simple mission.
Considering that it was perhaps simple to Mr. Fool, Audrey took the opportunity to recite the honorific name while she was alone in her disguise. She prayed softly and reported everything that had happened.
However, up to now, she hadn't received a response.
After passing through the door and entering the room, Audrey instinctively looked around and realized that this wasn't an ordinary classroom. There were four skeletal specimens and four coffins made of glass. The coffins were filled with preservatives, and there were four pale-skinned, naked corpses soaking in them.
At the top of the classroom, there was a transparent glass pillar. It was also filled with liquid, and floating in it was a male corpse in a black scholar's robe.
The corpse's clothes clung tightly to his body, giving off an extremely heavy feeling. He didn't collapse, but instead floated vertically in the middle.
It's like he drowned while he was alive, and not placed in after his death … Audrey made a preliminary judgment as a Spectator.
In addition, she saw that there were many people in white coats, white masks, and surgical caps sitting around the long tables in the room. They didn't say a word, just like the corpses and skeletons around them.
Looking at the crimson moon and the gloomy night sky, Audrey couldn't help but tremble when she looked back at the scene in the classroom. It was an instinctive fear.
But at the same time, she felt excited and excited.
This is the life a Beyonder should have … Audrey muttered silently as she followed Fors to a corner and sat down.
After waiting for a while, the floating male corpse in the vertical glass pillar at the front of the classroom suddenly opened his eyes and let his voice travel through the obstacles.
"Let's start."
…
East Borough, Dharavi Street.
Klein was wearing a dust-stained grayish-blue worker's uniform and a cap. He walked on the dark street where only a few gas lamps were still functioning.
Some candlelight spilled down from the apartments on both sides of the street. This interweaved with the crimson moonlight that was struggling to penetrate the clouds, barely outlining the outlines of the pedestrians on the street.
Klein encountered many passers-by in old and tattered clothes. Their expressions were numb and filled with despair. They were vagrants being chased away by the police.
They had no place to sleep, so they could only walk aimlessly on the street. Occasionally, they would find an inconspicuous corner or park bench to rest for a while, but they would soon be chased away again.
In the cold and gloomy night, Klein felt that they were more like zombies than the zombies he had seen before. The entire East Borough was more like the abyss than the mythical abyss.
He took a deep breath, but his throat was agitated. He couldn't help but cough twice. He quickly reined in his thoughts and used the corner of his eye to observe the apartment at the end of the street. It was an apartment that had obvious explosion damage that had yet to be repaired.
To monitor the crime scene, the best and most hidden place is the other apartment directly opposite it. The third, fourth, and rooftop all meet the requirements … Klein analyzed the situation with the knowledge he had learned from the Nighthawks.
He didn't slow down during the entire process to prevent himself from being suspected.
When he arrived at the end of the street, Klein smoothly passed by apartment number 1 and entered the building opposite the crime scene.
He was no stranger to such places. The one-bedroom apartment he rented in East Borough was located in a similar apartment. Back in Tingen City, he, his brother, Baansen, and his sister, Melissa, had also lived in a slightly higher-class apartment for a long time. This was not only a personal experience for Klein, but it also came from the memory fragments of the original Klein.
Amidst his thoughts, Klein pulled down his cap, lowered his head, and unhurriedly walked up the creaking stairs to the third floor.
Due to his unfortunate encounter in the evening, he didn't have a revolver. He could only put one hand into his pocket and use his fingers to hold a few tarot cards.
There was no light and only a faint moonlight illuminated the corridor on the third floor. Klein wasn't in a hurry to move forward. He carefully observed the layout.
The one directly facing the crime scene is on the left, and the one with the best view should be the third room from here … Klein began to carefully walk forward.
After walking past two rooms, he put his right hand into his pocket and deftly opened the iron cigar case.
In the blink of an eye, his fingers touched the All-Black Eye, and he immediately heard the ravings that tore at his mind and caused his brain to explode.
At the same time, with the help of the corrupted item, Klein saw strange black lines.
These thin lines floated in the air. Although there were certain intersections and some entanglement, he could still tell who they belonged to when he traced them back to their source.
The corresponding figures were reflected in Klein's brain that was about to be cooked. There were men, women, and children sleeping on bunk beds, and several tenants lying on the floor.
Apart from that, there was nothing special, nor were there any hidden characters.
Klein hurriedly retracted his hand and didn't directly touch the All-Black Eye. Only then did the hallucinations in front of him and the auditory hallucinations in his ears slowly improve.
He endured the pain and continued moving forward. After a slight relief, he immediately observed the other rooms.
Unfortunately, he didn't find anything after "searching" the entire apartment where it was convenient to observe the crime scene.
Huff … Huff … Klein shrank into a corner of the balcony, his hands on his knees as he panted violently.
The corners of his eyes kept tearing up, and snot would flow out from his nose from time to time. It was as though he had a seizure.
This was the result of frequent contact with the All-Black Eye in a short period of time. Even with Klein's resistance in this aspect, he wasn't completely immune to it.
The only thing that satisfied him was that it was only stimulation and not corruption. Otherwise, he would have given up long ago and wouldn't have dared to try again. It would have directly led to madness.
After resting for a while, Klein finally calmed down. He switched to another apartment that didn't have a good view, but he still didn't find anything.
Could it be that my interpretation was wrong? The clue is at the crime scene? Klein returned to the street and sized up the apartment that had traces of an explosion from the corner of his eye in puzzlement.
With the mentality of giving it a try, he put his hand into his pocket again, opened it, and reached into the iron cigar case.
He wanted to check if anyone was hiding in the apartment where the crime scene was located.
With a hum, Klein's head felt like it had been smashed, and his body swayed a little.
Like a drunkard, he staggered forward and looked at the apartment that had traces of an explosion.
Because he was too far away, he couldn't "see" the black threads clearly, nor could he trace their origin. He could only barely distinguish where the threads were gathered, and such places indicated that there was someone there.
Nothing, nothing, nothing … Klein quickly scanned the area and made a rough judgment.
Suddenly, he discovered that there were black threads floating out from the crime scene on the third floor and merging into the air!
This … Klein's pupils constricted as he confirmed it. Then, he quickly retracted his hand and stopped touching the All-Black Eye.
There was actually someone in the destroyed room!
The murderer is crazy enough to wait for investigators at the scene?
Isn't he afraid that there are official Beyonders investigating this case in passing?
I made a wrong judgment just now and didn't find him because my logic is completely different from a lunatic's …
As thoughts flashed through his mind, Klein slowly exhaled. He pretended that nothing had happened and circled around until he reached the entrance of the apartment.
At this moment, his adverse reactions had all subsided.
Controlling his facial expression and body language, Klein went to the third floor as if he was returning home. His footsteps were quick and heavy, stemming from fatigue.
In the dark corridor, he immediately saw the room with no door and most of the walls had collapsed. Then, he "casually" walked in the direction of the public washroom.
As he approached the room, he touched the All-Black Eye with his hand that had been in his pocket.
It was the ravings that made one's brain split again, as well as all kinds of blurry illusions. From the corner of his eye, Klein saw black illusory threads spreading out from the crime scene.
Tracing it back, he found a man who had completely blended into the shadows, and his aura was the same color.
The man was very tall, nearly two meters tall. The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, making him look rather reclusive.
His eyes were like those of a wild beast, cold and inconcealable ferocity.
It's not Lanevus … Klein retracted his finger and relaxed his tense body. On the surface, he appeared normal as he ignored the possible gazes. Without stopping, he walked to the end of the aisle and entered the public bathroom without alerting the man.
The public washroom wasn't on the same side as the crime scene. He wiped his cold sweat and calmed down a little. Then, he jumped out of the window and skillfully climbed down. Then, he quickly left and didn't stay any longer.
He knew that in a few minutes, the man would realize that the person who had gone to the washroom hadn't returned. He would then be alarmed and give chase. Therefore, he had to leave Dharavi Street as soon as possible.
It wasn't that Klein didn't want to return the way he came, but he didn't know which room he could go to. That would also expose the problem.
The Clown ran quickly, and after circling around, he entered the one-bedroom apartment he had rented in East Borough. He went above the gray fog and confirmed that there was no danger of being caught.
That fellow should have a deep connection with Lanevus … Klein pondered for a moment, conjured the portrait of the man from before, and sent it to the crimson star that symbolized Miss Justice.
Then, he said in a dignified and deep voice,
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