"But judging from the calmness and cunning with which he set up the scam and took the money in a leisurely manner, he is not really crazy."

"So I don't think he is Mr. Z of the Aurora Society. Of course, he is indeed very likely to be involved in the matter mentioned in that letter, the matter of dedicating all the lambs of Tingen City to the so-called Lord."

Having said that, Dunn paused, and walked back and forth two steps: "This matter may be quite serious, we must re-investigate Lanwusi, and try to find some clues, well, we will deal with the scene and cover up the traces here, Let everyone know that Hood Eugene is dead, but they can't figure out who killed it, so that the Psychological Alchemists or other Extraordinary people who are paying attention to the madhouse will jump out, and they may know something."

"The Lanerus fraud case is still in the police department, or it has been transferred to the 'Punisher'. We used the clues obtained during the investigation of the Aurora Society as an excuse to intervene in this case and cooperate with the 'Punisher', and Cooperate with the 'Heart of the Machine', concentrate the power of Tingen City, carefully investigate the people and things related to Lanerus, and if necessary, ask for assistance from the Backlund Parish and the Holy Church!"

After finishing speaking, Dunn turned his head sideways, looked at Klein, and said after deliberation: "Do you have anything to add?"

Captain, you've finished everything... Klein shook his head solemnly: "No!"

He seized the time, and with the help of the crude altar that hadn't been cleaned up, he used ritual magic to remove some necessary traces, ensuring that no one would be able to find out that he and the captain had killed Hood Eugene under normal circumstances.

Then, he took back the materials, extinguished the candles, lifted the spiritual wall, and left the ward with Dunn Smith without a sound, and dug out of the lunatic asylum.

"Go back and rest." Dun En stood in the corner of the fence without street lights, pressed his black silk top hat and said, "Many things can only be carried out tomorrow."

"Okay." Klein was not a sleepless person who only slept for two or three hours a day, so he left immediately, and returned to Narcissus Street in the exclusive carriage of the Nighthawks waiting not far away.

Before he entered the carriage, he looked back and saw that the captain was still standing in the darkness where even the moonlight was blocked, as if he was quietly thinking about something.

The streets in the early morning were deserted, and the carriage was running fast, sometimes going straight and sometimes turning.

Klein was thinking about the matter of Lanwusi, and his mind was suddenly in a trance.

He saw that the colors in front of him instantly became more intense, the red became redder, and the black became blacker, just like an abstract oil painting.

Everything around slowed down, and the carriage seemed to have entered a strange world.

Klein grasped the "Sun Flame Talisman" without hesitation, and drew out his revolver.

At this moment, a huge white bone palm stretched in through the carriage window, and dropped the folded letter paper.

With the retraction and disappearance of this palm, the oil painting-like scene suddenly returned to normal, and the carriage was still driving smoothly on the street.

"...It's really in a secret way..." Klein stared blankly at the letter paper under his feet, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

The forceful look of the "messenger" shocked Klein for five seconds before he came back to his senses and bent down to pick up the paper.

"Even if Mr. Azik is unable to use most of his Extraordinary abilities due to amnesia, he can deal with Sequence 7 or even Sequence 6 Extraordinary just by sending this messenger?" He reflected in his heart that he was both stunned and envious. With an expression on his face, he didn't rush to unfold the letter paper, but put it in his pocket, and put it together with the "Slumber Charm" and other items.

The carriage continued to move forward and arrived at Narcissus Street. When Klein walked out of the compartment door, he subconsciously glanced at the coachman C�sar, and saw that he had a smile on his face, his eyes were calm and relaxed, and he was completely unaware of what had happened before.

After switching to Spirit Vision and taking another look, Klein nodded invisibly and returned to his door.

He glanced at the balcony and water pipes on the second floor, pondered for a few seconds, and decided to maintain his demeanor and not try to climb. As for the blood-stained clothes, he will take them to the Blackthorn Security Company tomorrow. The police department came forward and handed it over to a specific laundry lady, so as not to scare the maid Bella and sister Melissa.

Before leaving by jumping out of the window on the second floor, Klein had already secretly unlocked the front door. Taking advantage of the dead of night, he took out the key, opened the door without causing any movement, and quickly entered.

After closing and locking the door, he breathed a sigh of relief, walked lightly, and returned to the second floor.

Stopping in front of the locked bedroom, Klein unhurriedly took out a Tarot card, inserted it into the crack of the door, and flicked it lightly, simply disintegrating the locked state he had created in a special way.

Immediately afterwards, he pushed the door open, locked it and took off his clothes, completely relaxing.

"It's like being a thief..." Klein shook his head with a smile, took out the revolver calmly, and stuffed it under the pillow.

After finishing the finishing work, he lit the gas lamp, took out the letter paper, sat down at the desk, and read it seriously: "I'm sorry, I'm only replying to you now. , Class reunion, chatting late." JrNovels.com