Klein looked at this scene with his eyes widened, and he already held a standard contract in his hand.

He fled to the living room, ignoring the hint of premonition and continued to roll to the coffee table, just to get a standard contract, or a newspaper!

Seeing Meursault's knee pushing fiercely, Klein's wrist suddenly trembled.

At this moment, a picture appeared in his mind again, the picture of Meursault's neck leaning back.

Whoosh!

Klein pressed his wrist slightly, shaking out the standard contract in his hand.

Whoosh!

The contract was shot at Meursault's throat like a dart made of fine steel. At this time, the distance between the two was not more than one meter, and as the opponent's front bump, they were getting closer!

The white shadow came into view, and Meursault instinctively leaned back, trying to avoid it.

puff!

The standard contract was accurately stuck in Meursault's throat and into his windpipe.

A little frothy blood flowed out, and Meursault fell in front of Klein, his knees hitting the ground heavily.

"He, He, He..." He pulled out the blood-stained standard contract and held his throat tightly.

But he couldn't stop the bleeding from the wound, and his eyes gradually became dizzy.

In the end, his body twitched a few times, but he didn't move again.

Klein slowed down for a while before he had the strength to turn over and stand up, holding a few tarot cards between his fingers, guarding against possible counterattacks and other enemies.

After turning on his spirit vision and confirming that the opponent was dead, Klein looked around and found no other aura color.

It wasn't until this time that his tension eased a little, and he noticed that two chairs were broken, the coffee table was broken in many places, porcelain was scattered all over the floor, and the entire living room, dining room, and hallway were in a mess.

Lowering his head, he saw that the sleeves of the long dress were damaged a lot, and the outer layer of the wool was covered with dust.

Suddenly, Klein laughed at himself in a low voice: "This can't be reimbursed..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

He laughed, as if he had encountered something that could be enjoyed for a lifetime, he almost leaned forward and backward, laughing so that only his laughter echoed in the whole room.

Tens of seconds later, Klein suppressed his smile and walked to the side of Meursault's body with a solemn expression.

He wants the dead to speak!

After the familiar psychic ritual and self-response, Klein smelled the quiet fragrance and whispered using the "dream divination" technique: "The main messenger of Meursault's action."

Soon, his eyes turned black and he entered the dreamland, seeing a cloud of gray.

There are sudden changes in light and shadow in the gray world, condensing pictures and scenes:

In front of Meursault is a middle-aged man without a hat. The collar and cuffs of his white shirt have complicated, layered, and petal-shaped decorations, which look extremely gorgeous. Coupled with a tight black vest and skinny trousers, it looks fancy And pompous.

This middle-aged man has brown hair and blue eyes. He has a thin face with a beard and a good taste. He is a very good-looking gentleman.

He looked at Meursault and said in a deep voice: "No matter what you do, you must find Ian Wright and try to keep him alive. If he dies, please bring him to me within an hour. Well, 15 minutes." JrNovels.com