squeak!

The dense gray mice fled in all directions, but some stayed where they were, refusing to leave, reluctant to give up food.

After confirming that it was Zreal, Klein hesitated for a moment before quickly setting up the psychic ritual.

Hmm... If there is nothing wrong with Ian's description, Zreal died only a few days ago, and the "psychic" should be able to gain some superficial information... He thought confidently.

Woo!

With the swirling wind and the establishment of the spiritual wall, the mice all escaped, and Klein performed the ritual step by step, just like before.

"Zreal's cause of death."

"Zreal's cause of death."

...

As he recited over and over again, Klein's eyes turned black, his pupils disappeared, and the whites of his eyes disappeared. He quickly entered a dream with the help of meditation.

However, in that foggy and illusory world, nothing appeared.

Klein opened his eyes and made a judgment with a slight frown: "The channeling failed..."

"Someone 'processed' Zreal's spirit..."

"There are Extraordinary people involved in this matter."

"Pretend to be Zreal, and none of the detectives can see through it, which also proves this from the side."

After contemplating for a while, Klein made a decision, that is, to stop here and not get involved any more. Anyway, his commission has been completed.

"Tell Ian to call the police." He whispered, put away the materials, and lifted the spiritual wall. ...

Klein didn't touch Zreal's body, and just walked backwards out of the forked road.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a sudden sound in the distance, echoing continuously in the empty and deserted sewer.

Klein listened attentively for a few seconds, then decisively retreated along the dirty concrete roads on both sides of the Sewage River to the exit.

For him, there is no need to take risks that do not involve himself.

After climbing out of the sewer, Klein closed the iron cover again and dealt with the surrounding area a little bit before returning to the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East District, changed his clothes, and removed the camouflage.

Then, he put on his gold-rimmed glasses, walked to another street, took a cab, and returned to the Jorwood area in the quiet and cold at three o'clock in the morning, but it was not Minsk Street.

Afterwards, Klein circled around again to confirm that no one was following him before he entered his house and slept until it was bright and the doorbell jingled.

He suddenly turned over and sat up, put on his shirt, buttoned up his vest, quickly went down to the first floor, and opened the door.

Before that, the premonition ability of the "clown" sequence had already allowed him to naturally outline the image of the visitor in his mind:

An old overcoat that doesn't fit well, a round brown hat, a tattered satchel, bright red eyes, a handsome face, and a calm demeanor, it is the big boy Ian who came to entrust the task yesterday.

"Good morning, Detective Moriarty." Ian greeted, looked around and said, "Have you gained anything? Well... I just passed by and asked."

Klein nodded solemnly and said, "Yes." JrNovels.com