Lying on the living room floor, Fors's eyelashes fluttered a few times as she slowly opened her eyes. She saw the bright moon hanging high in the sky outside the window, like a disk filled with crimson radiance. The thin and hazy crimson veil of the past had turned into a rich sanguine glow.
I didn't die, I didn't lose control … It wasn't a dream just now … A mysterious and powerful Mr. Fool really saved me … Fors sat up and checked her body. Apart from her hair becoming longer and thicker, there were no other abnormalities in the rest of her body.
But compared to before, my life is completely different … I wonder if it's good or bad … As she muttered to herself, Fors hugged her knees as she sat on the ground. She fell into a daze, sometimes hesitant, sometimes nervous, sometimes sad, and sometimes at a loss.
…
Above the gray fog, Klein looked at the chair with the symbol of "stacked doors" behind him and muttered thoughtfully,
He muttered thoughtfully, I wonder what information the ravings contain …
When she has a Sequence 7 or Sequence 6 …
She should be able to resist the negative effects and hear the contents of the ravings.
If she hasn't grasped the acting method, I'll get Miss Justice and the others to help me teach her. I've sworn to the Goddess with the holy artifact that I won't mention such matters to people who don't know the acting method.
… When I advance to Sequence 5 and become a Marionettist, I might be able to use the corresponding ritual and the uniqueness of this mysterious space to control her from afar. I can directly see the scenes she sees and hear the voices she hears.
That way, I can confirm if it's Mr. Door …
This is a gentleman who has witnessed the history of the Fourth Epoch. He might be older than Mr. Aztec, who has lived one life after another.
I wonder what his strength and level are equivalent to. 2? Or even 1?
After some consideration, he felt his spirituality become unstable. He hurriedly fell into the gray fog and returned to the real World.
This was a normal phenomenon after advancing recently, so Klein gave up on the idea of heading out. He patiently Cogitated at home and restrained his dissipating spirituality.
…
Early in the morning, Fors took the earliest steam subway and returned to St. George Borough. Then, she took a public carriage and arrived at the two-bedroom apartment she and Xio lived in.
The moment she opened the door and entered, she was surprised to see Xio, who usually slept late, baking bread.
"The Blood Moon suddenly appeared last night, so I didn't sleep well. I woke up very early. Fors, are you alright? Did the strange ravings become stronger? "Xio looked up and asked in concern.
Fors's vision suddenly blurred. She turned her head to the side, forced a smile, and used her usual demoralizing tone.
"Where's your brain? Didn't I tell you? During the Blood Moon, the ravings will definitely become stronger! "
"But this doesn't affect me at all. Yes, it doesn't affect me at all. Look at me, I'm so energetic now!"
"Hey, give me a piece of bread too!"
"I thought you didn't like eating this way?" Xio muttered softly as she combed her short blonde hair.
…
After completing the first step of his revenge and obtaining a promotion, Klein slept all the way until dawn. He leisurely went out to buy Feynapotter noodles for breakfast, along with a Desi pie and a cup of sweet iced tea.
After enjoying the delicacies with satisfaction, he put down his knife and fork, picked up the newspaper, and began reading in a relaxed mood.
With a glance, he saw that the headline on the front page of the Tussock Times read:
"On the night of the Blood Moon, the murderer reappears!"
Come again? Klein quickly flipped through the front pages of the other newspapers and saw many similar headlines.
"The real 11th case! The police are helpless! "
"The cold-blooded murderer has provoked the police again!"
"An atmosphere of panic is spreading in Baekeland!"
This … The Nighthawks and Mandated Punishers must be having a headache, right? Klein sighed inwardly.
To be honest, he had the urge to catch the murderer.
When he was on Earth, he, who didn't have any abilities, would often fantasize about himself upholding justice and punishing evil. But now, as a Sequence 7 Beyonder, Klein felt that he would be letting down his past if he didn't become a superhero.
Sigh, what a pity. This case has already received a lot of attention. If I get involved, won't I just be waiting for my identity to be exposed? I still have to be rational … Besides, according to Sun, the murderer is very likely to be at the stage of advancing from Sequence 6 to Sequence 5. Although I won't be afraid of him with so many spells and spell-like abilities, I might not be able to catch him. The risk is rather high … After some thought, Klein chose to follow the strongest thoughts in his heart and be an ordinary citizen.
He believed that with the strength of the Churches, if the murderer continued committing crimes, there was a high chance that he would be caught!
After flipping through the relevant news, Klein glanced at the Baekeland Morning Post and discovered that the advertisement for the Ernst Firm's purchase of goods had appeared on the fifth page.
There's a gathering tomorrow night at eight o 'clock. Perfect timing. I can sell the Spring of the Elves marrow crystals to the Apothecary … As Klein mumbled, he memorized the first four numbers of all the quoted prices.
More than half an hour later, he finished reading the thick stack of newspapers in front of him and seriously considered his future plans.
The long-term plan is to advance to a High-Sequence Beyonder and become a demigod powerhouse. Then, I'll plot my revenge on Ince Zangwill.
The medium-term plan is to find a way to act as a Magician, gradually summarize the corresponding rules, and digest the potion bit by bit. During this process, I'll gather the Human-skinned Shadow characteristic needed by a Faceless, Deep-sea Naga's hair, Thousand-faced Hunter's mutated pituitary gland and blood, as well as the method to remove the evil god's mental corruption from an item.
Hmm … Sequence 6 Beyonder ingredients. Each one costs about 1,500 pounds. How expensive!
In addition, I'll obtain a mystical item that leans towards attack or control. Although a Magician is very strong, their Beyonder powers are mostly focused on life-preservation, escape, and adapting to the environment. Their strongest attack is equivalent to a custom-made revolver. It's only good in the element of surprise, and it lacks the means to control the enemy.
Short-term plan, short-term plan … Heh, I'll have to cut paper figurines later to prepare for the use of my abilities. I'll head to the circus in the afternoon to relax and entertain myself. I can also watch ordinary Magicians perform to seek inspiration for acting. Hmm, I read in the papers that Baekeland has a few fixed circuses …
After clearing his thoughts, Klein immediately cleared his plate, washed his cutlery, and threw himself into the busy preparations.
When it was almost noon, he put down the scissors and looked at the three rather crude paper figurines in front of him.
He sighed and muttered softly, "This is probably the first time in my two lives that I've done manual work so seriously …
Thankfully, it's just paper figurines, not window decorations or embroidery. It's fine as long as there's a human figure!
Sigh, if it wasn't for the fact that my hands have become nimble, I probably would've failed today …
Klein had already used the additional paper figurines to test his abilities and confirmed that there were no mistakes.
After folding the paper figurines and hiding them in a stack of notes, Klein put them away and placed them in his pocket.
Just as he was about to head out to a better restaurant to enjoy the delicacies before heading to the nearest circus to watch a performance, the doorbell suddenly rang. The pleasant tinkling reverberated in his ears.
"A commission? The advertisement I published should be off the shelves soon … "Klein wore a shirt with a straight collar and a thin but warm sweater. He came to the door and held the handle.
At the same time, the image of a visitor naturally surfaced in his mind.
It was a man in his forties. He was rather plump and appeared to be struggling to stand there.
His eyes were squeezed into small pieces by the flesh on his face. His skin was rough but very white. He held a gentleman's cane in his hand and wore a very tall and large top hat on his head.
Although Baekeland was considered cold in October, there was obvious sweat rolling down the man's forehead.
Beside him were two attendants in bright red coats, one on each side of him and the other on each side of him.
I don't know him … Klein muttered. Before his spiritual perception could react, he opened the door.
"Good afternoon. The weather is really hot." The plump middle-aged man took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
As he spoke, a gust of cold wind blew past, causing the two attendants beside him to shiver a few times.
"Good afternoon. May I know what you're here for?" Klein asked politely.
"You're Detective Sherlock Moriarty, right? I have something I'd like to commission. " The middle-aged man forced a smile and said, "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Rogo Colloman, a jewelry merchant."
"Please come in." Klein smiled and made way.
Rogo Colloman walked in with heavy footsteps and sat down on the sofa, causing the aged furniture to groan in resistance.
"What exactly is it?" Klein took out a copper penny and skillfully rolled and spun it at his fingertips.
Luo Go sighed.
"I'd like you to protect my child until tomorrow afternoon. He's offended some lunatics."
"Until tomorrow afternoon? You've found a solution? Why didn't you call the police? "Klein asked unhurriedly.
Rogo fell silent for two seconds.
"Adol made a few bad friends and was led by them to do some bad things. Yes, it's not too serious, but it's the kind that will send him to jail. If it wasn't for the fact that I had no other choice, I wouldn't have called the police."
"He recently fell out with those bad friends and suddenly broke down. He kept shouting that those people were coming to kill him."
"I was very worried, so I hired six experienced security personnel from a security company to guard the perimeter. Then, I hired four private detectives to take turns following Adol. Even when he's sleeping, they'll keep watch."
"But something suddenly happened to one of the detectives at home. He can only return tomorrow afternoon, so I had to hire another one at the last minute."
"I'm sorry, but I can only hire you for a day."
"Well … The remuneration is ten pounds. If you encounter any danger, I'll add more. I'll definitely satisfy you."
Is that so … Ten pounds a day is equivalent to more than a week's salary of Mr. Sammer next door … Klein confirmed that he wasn't lying from the other party's emotional color.
In the brief silence in the living room, the copper penny that was constantly flipping between his fingers suddenly leaped up and landed in his palm with a clang.
Klein glanced at it, curled his fingers, and smiled.
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