Chapter: 544
In his line of sight, in the bedroom behind the door, there are three groups of human-shaped auras, with hazy colors, in different positions.
There are always three people in ambush...to catch Ian, or someone else? The bedroom is not big... Klein stood in the darkness, calmly thinking about the results he had observed.
At this time, he suddenly retreated towards the balcony, his steps still very light.
Back on the balcony, Klein took out a silver sheet from his pocket.
This is the "Slumber Charm" he tried this afternoon.
He didn't pray to the Evernight Goddess, but held a ceremony with himself and "fools who don't belong to this era", and then went above the gray mist to respond.
Because this method is difficult to mobilize the power of the mysterious space above the gray mist, Klein can only "respond" with his own spirituality, and the spell he made in the end is worse than normal, but better than the "I use my name" method The kind made, barely enough.
Looking around again, Klein covered his mouth and whispered an ancient Hermes word: "Crimson."
After feeling the coldness of the spell, he quickly but silently moved to the door of Zreal's bedroom again, while holding the handle, he poured spirituality into the silver sheet.
Squeak! Klein turned the handle cautiously, and quietly pushed the door open a gap.
Immediately afterwards, he threw in the "Slumber Charm" in his hand.
After a short recovery, Klein closed the door again and began to count silently.
"3"
"2"
"1"
He slammed the door open and rolled on the ground.
Because he didn't feel the movement of the three people, Klein stood up, and began to look at the scene in the room with the crimson moonlight shining through the window.
This is a bedroom with a normal layout, with a bed, a row of wardrobes, a desk, a set of small sofas, and a coat rack.
On the other side of the bed lay a man in a black coat. He was fast asleep, sleeping soundly.
In addition, beside Xiaosha and in front of the closet, there was another person, and they both fell into a deep sleep.
After confirming the status of the three people, Klein moved lightly, walked to the head of the bed, bent down and found a few tan shorts.
And according to what Ian wrote, Detective Zreal is a man with tan short hair.
It should be right... Klein whispered, holding the few fallen threads, came to Xiaosha's place, and sat down slowly. Sitting in the crimson-dyed darkness, he planned to use dream divination to find them. Zreal.
Leaning back against the sandy back, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he silently mocked himself: "This is reasoning..."
The dimly lit room was covered with a thin layer of light red moon gauze, and everything was indistinct and not clear enough.
The three men in black coats were sleeping soundly in different places, and on that group of small sofas, Klein seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep with his eyes closed as if he had melted into the night.
His dream is a gray and distorted world, with flashes of brilliance from time to time.
In the end, these brilliance freeze into a picture.
It was a gloomy corner, with sewage flowing on the ground, a man in a tan short, white shirt, and brown vest was lying against the wall, surrounded by dense gray mice.
Half of the man's lip was gnawed off, exposing the yellowish teeth and rotten gums inside. His nose was only blood stained, mixed with some short hairs, and the flesh and blood on his face disappeared one after another, clearly showing a sharp look. White bones, strips of white, fat maggots crawled in and out everywhere, wriggling constantly, and the throat seemed to have been bitten by some wild beast, and at least half of it was missing. JrNovels.com
There are always three people in ambush...to catch Ian, or someone else? The bedroom is not big... Klein stood in the darkness, calmly thinking about the results he had observed.
At this time, he suddenly retreated towards the balcony, his steps still very light.
Back on the balcony, Klein took out a silver sheet from his pocket.
This is the "Slumber Charm" he tried this afternoon.
He didn't pray to the Evernight Goddess, but held a ceremony with himself and "fools who don't belong to this era", and then went above the gray mist to respond.
Because this method is difficult to mobilize the power of the mysterious space above the gray mist, Klein can only "respond" with his own spirituality, and the spell he made in the end is worse than normal, but better than the "I use my name" method The kind made, barely enough.
Looking around again, Klein covered his mouth and whispered an ancient Hermes word: "Crimson."
After feeling the coldness of the spell, he quickly but silently moved to the door of Zreal's bedroom again, while holding the handle, he poured spirituality into the silver sheet.
Squeak! Klein turned the handle cautiously, and quietly pushed the door open a gap.
Immediately afterwards, he threw in the "Slumber Charm" in his hand.
After a short recovery, Klein closed the door again and began to count silently.
"3"
"2"
"1"
He slammed the door open and rolled on the ground.
Because he didn't feel the movement of the three people, Klein stood up, and began to look at the scene in the room with the crimson moonlight shining through the window.
This is a bedroom with a normal layout, with a bed, a row of wardrobes, a desk, a set of small sofas, and a coat rack.
On the other side of the bed lay a man in a black coat. He was fast asleep, sleeping soundly.
In addition, beside Xiaosha and in front of the closet, there was another person, and they both fell into a deep sleep.
After confirming the status of the three people, Klein moved lightly, walked to the head of the bed, bent down and found a few tan shorts.
And according to what Ian wrote, Detective Zreal is a man with tan short hair.
It should be right... Klein whispered, holding the few fallen threads, came to Xiaosha's place, and sat down slowly. Sitting in the crimson-dyed darkness, he planned to use dream divination to find them. Zreal.
Leaning back against the sandy back, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he silently mocked himself: "This is reasoning..."
The dimly lit room was covered with a thin layer of light red moon gauze, and everything was indistinct and not clear enough.
The three men in black coats were sleeping soundly in different places, and on that group of small sofas, Klein seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep with his eyes closed as if he had melted into the night.
His dream is a gray and distorted world, with flashes of brilliance from time to time.
In the end, these brilliance freeze into a picture.
It was a gloomy corner, with sewage flowing on the ground, a man in a tan short, white shirt, and brown vest was lying against the wall, surrounded by dense gray mice.
Half of the man's lip was gnawed off, exposing the yellowish teeth and rotten gums inside. His nose was only blood stained, mixed with some short hairs, and the flesh and blood on his face disappeared one after another, clearly showing a sharp look. White bones, strips of white, fat maggots crawled in and out everywhere, wriggling constantly, and the throat seemed to have been bitten by some wild beast, and at least half of it was missing. JrNovels.com
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