The twelfth time!
That Devil killer!
The instant he saw the corpse and heard the sound, Klein's hair stood on end. He knew that he had encountered something bad.
In his line of sight, the living room's decorations were mainly bright yellow. There was nothing unusual about the coffee table, sofa, and other items. Only the carpet was stained with bright red blood that was slowly soaking through.
There was nothing inside the wound on the abdomen of the female corpse, and there was a large black dog squatting next to it. Its mouth was half open, revealing rows of sharp, white teeth that made people shiver. On each of its teeth, there were dark red marks that looked like rust. It seemed to be the result of eating flesh for a long time without cleaning it often.
At this moment, the large black dog's teeth were still wrapped in blood-colored intestines, with shredded raw meat clustered around them.
Its head moved over, and its magma-like eyes reflected Klein, who was dressed like a worker, as well as his disguised face.
"Gasp!" The large black dog let out a threatening growl.
It's really an animal! It's a Sequence 6 Devil, a Devil that's about to advance! And the preparations I made today weren't aimed at it … These thoughts flashed through Klein's mind.
Suddenly, the black dog's body rapidly expanded, turning into a monster that was two to three meters tall. On its back, a pair of huge bat wings slowly spread open, and goat horns covered in mysterious patterns grew beside its ears.
Within its moist and shiny fur, scarlet flames with a tinge of blue leaped out, and the strong smell of sulfur spread out.
Almost at the same time, Klein stomped on the ground, and instead of retreating, he swung his cane and charged at the Devil dog like a cannonball.
Rip!
The black Devil dog quickly pounced forward, its spiked claws leaving afterimages as it struck Klein.
Without a sound, its claws pierced through the figure as if it was piercing through air!
Klein's figure dimmed and quickly became transparent.
This was just an illusion!
It was an illusion created by Klein!
And at this moment, he had already rolled on the ground and approached the oriel window. Then, with a push of his left hand, his entire body soared into the air and slammed straight into the glass.
After identifying who the enemy was, he made up his mind to escape immediately!
Seeing this, the Demon Hound's lava-like eyes suddenly lit up, as if there were flames burning in them.
It opened its mouth and spat out a word filled with filth. It was a word from the demon language.
"Die!"
Puff!
Klein's body suddenly froze, and his heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand.
The figure that was frozen in mid-air instantly became thin and faint, turning into a crudely cut paper doll.
The paper doll was covered in red rust, mottled red rust!
Clang! Crack! Amidst the two sounds that were indistinguishable, Klein's figure reappeared. He smashed through the oriel window and pounced on the edge of the street made of stone slabs outside. The paper doll slowly floated down and ignited a flame that smelled of sulfur.
The demonic dog growled and pounced on the windowsill again.
A crimson fireball with a hint of blue flew out of its mouth and blasted toward the enemy's escape route.
As soon as Klein landed, he immediately rolled again. The crimson fireball smashed to the side, but it didn't explode immediately. It seemed to be affected by an invisible force and slowed down.
Boom!
Only after Klein had fled a certain distance did the fireball expand and explode, shattering the surrounding stone slabs.
Seeing that the Demon Hound was about to chase after him, Klein was already prepared and opened his mouth.
He shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Murder!"
"Save me!"
"Murder!"
"Save me!"
This voice seemed to have a special effect. It echoed far away in the quiet night, waking up the residents of the entire street and reaching the ears of the patrolmen two streets away.
The Demon Hound paused in its pouncing stance. After thinking for a second, it returned to the room and began to clean up the scene.
Klein's running figure instantly disappeared amidst the cries of "murder!" and "Save me!"
In a nearby house, in the fireplace that had long been extinguished, the remaining charcoal suddenly reignited and soared into an exaggerated flame.
As though he was performing a magic trick, Klein flashed into the ball of flames. With a gentle leap, he jumped out with his cane.
Then, he used the "Master Key" to open doors and walls, quickly escaping in another direction.
"Phew. At a time like this, calling for help without Beyonder power is much more useful than using simulated gunshots …" Sighing, Klein took out a bottle of Amantha extract and dripped a few drops on himself.
Because the original race of the "demon" was a dog, he had to be wary of the other party's special ability of tracking by smell!
Just like that, he passed through another intersection before Klein stopped and looked around.
Seeing that it was relatively quiet and unaffected, he hurriedly walked to the side of the street and hired a rental carriage.
After the carriage traveled a long distance in the middle of the night, Klein finally heaved a sigh of relief. He knew that the Demon wouldn't chase after him.
The Master Key is really strange … It actually made me lose my way and end up at the scene of a murder. I have to be very, very careful when I use it in the future … That really is an animal that has transformed into a Demon … Where did its potion and formula come from? Does it have a human companion? How did it choose its targets for the serial murders back then?
Hmm, what's gratifying is that after confirming this, it will be much more difficult for it to commit crimes, and the chances of it being caught will increase greatly …
Thoughts and questions popped up in Klein's mind as the carriage sped along the wide and empty road, between the gas lamps.
Suddenly, Klein's heart stirred as an image naturally surfaced in his mind.
Pea vines hung down from the sky, interweaving into a dense forest road. However, the coachman didn't notice it as he continued to drive the carriage over the green plants.
Not good!
Without hesitation, Klein pounced towards the window and was about to jump onto the street.
Bang! The carriage shook and he was bounced back.
At the same time, the pea vines really hung down!
Klein frowned and tried to control the flames to ignite the carriage, but he couldn't make any sound when he snapped his fingers.
At this moment, the surroundings had become abnormally quiet. Even the sound of the horses' hooves trampling on the green plants and the wheels rolling over them had disappeared.
Klein tried his best to calm himself down. He looked out the window and saw that the carriage had already traveled along the road formed by the pea vines and was in midair.
Th-this isn't Baekeland … He narrowed his eyes.
At this moment, the carriage stopped. Outside the window was a seat that looked like a hammock formed by the pea vines in midair.
A pair of feet in black leather boots hung down from there, and a gentle but emotionless voice entered Klein's ears.
"What were you doing just now?"
It's that woman from the museum … I suspect she's a High-Sequence Beyonder … She doesn't seem to recognize me. After all, I used Aztec's copper whistle as a disguise … She probably came over to check after hearing the cries for help … Klein's thoughts became abnormally active at that moment.
He deliberately swallowed his saliva and said, "I'm a private detective.
"I'm a private investigator. I'm with a lot of friends. We're investigating the recent serial murder case."
"I have a mystical item called the Master Key. It can open doors and pass through walls, but it will cause one to get lost."
"It was during this process that I directly bumped into the crime scene. As I wasn't a match for her, I could only run and shout for help."
Everything I said is the truth … Klein silently added in his heart.
After he said that, there was a short period of no response from outside. However, he felt a gaze penetrate the carriage, passing through the obstruction and directly examining the items he was carrying.
Thankfully, I left Aztec's copper whistle and the bookmark above the gray fog to be safe … At this moment, Klein was rejoicing.
Being cautious and careful is indeed useful!
After the indescribable and excruciating silence, the gentle but emotionless female voice finally spoke.
"That key has a certain curse. Don't use it unless absolutely necessary."
Just as she said that, everything around her suddenly changed. The pea vine, the forest path, and the path that led to midair all disappeared. The carriage continued driving on the street, between the elegant iron-black gas lamps.
Klein kept his heart in his mouth until the carriage arrived near East Borough. He paid the fare of 8 soli.
Under normal circumstances, a rental carriage wouldn't enter any streets in East Borough because it was very likely to be robbed.
In the one-bedroom apartment on Black Palm Street, Klein changed his clothes and went straight to bed. He didn't attempt to return to Minsk Street after midnight. With the appearance of the twelfth murder, the situation in Baekeland would definitely be more tense. There would definitely be all sorts of investigations outside.
He also didn't immediately go above the gray fog to study the secret of the "bookmark." He acted as he had described to the mysterious woman, that he was only a Low-Sequence private detective with some Beyonder powers.
Tonight was really full of surprises. It was quite exciting. I just stole something … Yes, most of the problems are to be blamed on the Master Key … Klein gave a self-deprecating remark and quickly fell asleep.
The next morning, he breathed in the choking and irritating fog as he slowly returned home. He also took out the newspapers and letters from the mailbox.
After opening the door, he casually flipped open the newspaper and found the headline on the front page as expected:
"The twelfth case!"
"The devil has reappeared. The police claim to have locked onto the murderer!"
…
As for the theft of the Royal Museum's exhibit, it was only mentioned in an inconspicuous place. It didn't even mention what was stolen.
The letter without a stamp that came with the newspaper was a water bill. Klein had to pay it himself. He glanced at it, threw it on the coffee table, and returned to the second floor to boil water for a bath.
When the steam filled the bathroom, he took the opportunity to take four steps counterclockwise and go above the gray fog.
Inside the towering ancient palace, Klein sat down and picked up the bookmark that depicted the image of Emperor Rosell.
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