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In the evening, amidst the successively lit gas street lamps, a carriage drove to the junction of the Backlund Bridge area and the Eastern District, and pulled over to a stop.

Wearing a long woolen skirt and a dark cloak, Forsi paid the fare which had risen to 3 soli, stepped out of the taxi, and walked slowly along the shadow of the street, preparing to make a big circle and get rid of the imaginary follower By.

After the previous Tarot gathering, she quickly overcame her laziness, packed up and went out to visit her past teachers, classmates and colleagues one by one.

As for the reason, there is no need to look for it at all. It is perfectly normal to care about friends and acquaintances who have encountered air raids.

And the reason why it wasn't last week was because at that time, in the eyes of ordinary people, the situation in Backlund was still very tense, and a new round of attacks might happen at any time, so everyone naturally tried not to go out if they didn't go out.

Forsi had originally prepared a whole set of explanations on how to lead the topic to strange hospital talks during the visit, but it was useless at all. Her teachers, classmates, and former colleagues often chatted about it before taking the initiative to talk about it. In terms of things, without exception, it gives people the illusion that similar situations have occurred in all hospitals.

No, Fors knew that this was not an illusion, so she was inexplicably terrified, and suspected that she would have nightmares because of it at night.

There is no need to make too many changes at all, as long as the ending of the patient�s miraculous recovery is changed to that although the physical trauma is healed, the spirit is completely abnormal. It is a very good thriller story, and it takes place in the familiar city and I often come into contact with hospitals with a scary atmosphere, and the sense of substitution is perfect. I can almost foresee that another best-selling book will be born, but I don�t know if I can control this subject...

Well, the only problem is that the story lacks enough emotion...some female patient kissing that mushroom-and-weed-covered face affectionately? This, is this too curious... Fors walked and thought, and unconsciously entered the state of creation.

At this moment, her eyes blurred, and she saw a figure walking out of the shadow ahead that the gas street lamp could not illuminate.

The figure was wearing a black windbreaker and a top hat. He had a face with deep lines and stern features. Except for the lack of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he was exactly the same as the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow who roamed across the five seas.

Although Forsi knew that Mister "World" would not hunt and kill her and was here to fulfill the contract, she couldn't help but tense up, as if she was facing the strictest teacher at a school meeting.

"Uh, good evening." She slowed down a bit, but continued walking, and said hello.

Klein nodded, without saying anything, he turned around and walked into the secluded alley on the side. The gas street lamp inside had been damaged and could not emit any light.

Looking at the gloomy environment, Fors also didn't speak, lowered her head slightly, and followed behind Gehrman Sparrow in a leisurely manner.

When he came to the depths of the alley, Klein looked around, and said in a low voice: "Ask your teacher for me if he knows about Benjamin Abraham. If he does, I want all his information and all his leftovers. and pictures."

"Uh...Okay, okay." Fors was nervously waiting for Mister "World" to take her to "teleport" to another place, but she didn't expect the other party to mention another matter inexplicably, and almost failed to respond come over.

She didn't ask why, and quickly nodded in agreement, as if this was something she couldn't wait to do.

Then, she took a deep breath, and continued to wait for Gehrman Sparrow to approach, grabbed her shoulder, and began to "teleport".

But after several seconds, nothing happened.

Fors looked up in astonishment, only to see Mister "World" still standing in front of her, looking at her.

Immediately, she heard the other party say in a low voice, "Write now."

Write now... Fors still didn't ask why, subconsciously said: "I didn't bring paper, pen, envelope and stamp."

Before she finished speaking, these four things were thrown over.

"..." Fors caught those things, took a few steps outside, and quickly wrote a letter to her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham, in the light of the gas lamp and the solid walls at the entrance of the alley.

Klein put his hands into his trouser pockets and waited patiently without any impatience.

In fact, he had been lurking around Miss "Magician" for a long time, but he never showed up.

According to the address provided by Forsi, he started monitoring secretly since the other party went out in the afternoon, and the monitoring method was to let the secret puppet pray to "Sea God" Kavitua from time to time, while the main body went above the gray fog, using Pray the light spot to observe the situation in the area near the "magician".

With the help of "True Vision", Klein can now confirm that Zaratul is not targeting Miss "Magician", and contact is safe. JrNovels.com