ah? Klein looked back in astonishment, only seeing the door panel and the air.

He quietly activated his spirit vision, but still found nothing.

Maric put the 00 pounds into his pocket, and said indifferently: "You can go back, she has already started to protect you, in a covert way."

If I hadn't done the divination in advance, I would have thought you guys were liars... Klein looked around, making the appearance of gritting his teeth and leaving.

Along the way, he sometimes turned on his spirit vision, sometimes turned off his spirit vision, and kept looking out of the car window, but he still couldn't find his so-called bodyguard.

Back at No. 5 Minsk Street, Klein closed the door, entered the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands.

The clattering sound disappeared, he shook off the water droplets, wiped his palms with a towel, and looked up at the bathroom mirror to examine his current appearance.

At this moment, he saw himself in the mirror suddenly swaying and transformed into a woman in a black court dress.

This woman has light blonde hair, blue eyes, and a rather delicate appearance, but her complexion is extremely pale.

She wore a small black soft hat, lifted the hem of her skirt, bowed slightly, and saluted Klein.

This... Klein didn't hide his surprise, he took a few steps back on purpose, and leaned against the wall.

He had just realized that this might be the bodyguard he hired with 1,000 pounds.

The image in the mirror quickly dimmed, Klein saw himself again, and everything returned to normal.

The figure in the mirror was clear, but the woman in the black court dress just now was no longer seen. She seemed to have never appeared before.

Klein quietly activated his Spirit Vision, but found nothing.

I wouldn't hire a female ghost as a bodyguard, would I? This is even weirder than a female ghost... At least spirit vision can see ghosts... Klein thoughtfully touched the Azik copper whistle in his pocket, only to feel that it was still cool and cold, without any additional changes.

Not affected by the copper whistle... It seems that he is not a necromancer... However, I can't be sure, when the copper whistle was buried with me, but the dead around the circle did not show any abnormalities... Because those buried in the cemetery, All have been requiemed by priests and bishops? When does it work and when does it not work... When the ambassador's business is over, if I am still alive, I will go to the cemetery to do experiments, try to figure out the scope and limitations, it can't always be like carrying a time bomb... Klein washed his face, turned and walked out of the bathroom.

He had just picked up the newspaper in the living room and was about to read it in the living room or bedroom when he heard the doorbell ring.

Amidst the jingling sounds, Klein suddenly tensed up, put on a coat made of various materials with extreme vigilance, and walked towards the door.

He clearly remembered that there would be danger coming in the last few days!

Standing behind the door and waiting for a while, Klein's mind naturally recalled the scene outside.

The crimson moon loomed in the sky, and the elegant gas street lamps on both sides of the street illuminated the wet road. A boy in an old coat stood there, with deep red eyes and a little confusion.

Ian Wright? How did he appear? Isn't this the picture I saw in my dream divination? Is this a harbinger of danger? Klein opened the door and took two steps back vigilantly.

"Detective Moriarty." Ian took off his brown bowler hat and bowed his body. "I'm here to apologize to you. I'm sorry to involve you in such a dangerous incident."

Klein frowned slightly and said, "The most important thing you should do is go to the police station."

Ian looked around, buried his head slightly and said, "I just came out of MI9."

ah? Is this the name of that special department of the military? Klein stepped aside, pointed to the living room and said, "Maybe we can have a chat."

I at least need to know why I fell into such a passive situation... He sighed in his heart.

Ian was not polite, followed Klein into the living room, and sat in the same position as last time.

Just as he was about to speak, Klein suddenly added: "If what you think will put me in a bigger crisis, then there's no need to say it." JrNovels.com