Chapter: 682
Looking at the crimson moon and the gloomy night that finally revealed a corner outside, Audrey looked back at the scene in the classroom, and couldn't help trembling for a moment, which came from instinctive fear.
But at the same time, she felt excited and excited.
This is the life a Extraordinary should have... Audrey muttered silently, and followed Forsi to find a corner seat and sit down.
After waiting for a while, in the vertical glass column at the front of the classroom, the floating male corpse in black academic uniform suddenly opened his eyes, allowing a voice to come out through the obstacles: "Let's begin."
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East End, Dharavi Street.
Klein was wearing a dust-stained gray-blue worker's uniform and a peaked cap, walking on the dark street where only a few gas street lamps were still functioning.
In the apartments on both sides, there is a little candlelight, which is intertwined with the crimson moonlight that is difficult to penetrate through the clouds, barely outlining the outlines of passers-by on the road.
Klein met passers-by in old and tattered clothes, with numb expressions showing despair. They were homeless people driven by the police.
They have no place to sleep, so they can only walk aimlessly on the streets, and occasionally they can catch the opportunity to find an unobtrusive corner or a sidewalk chair in the park to rest for a while, but they will be rushed away soon.
In the cold and dark night, Klein felt that they were more like living corpses than the living corpses he had ever seen, and the entire East District was more like an abyss than the abyss in myths and legends.
He took a quick breath, but his throat was irritated, and he couldn't help coughing twice. He hurriedly restrained his thoughts, and observed the apartment at the corner of the street from the corner of his eye, which had obvious blast trauma and had not yet been repaired.
"If you want to monitor the scene of the crime, the best and most hidden place is the opposite apartment. The third, fourth and roof all meet the requirements..." Klein used the knowledge he had learned in the Nighthawks team Analyzing the situation.
Throughout the process, he did not slow down so as not to be suspected.
At the intersection of the street, Klein smoothly passed the apartment with house number 1 and entered the building opposite the crime scene.
He is no stranger to similar places. The one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East District is located in a similar apartment. When he was in Tingen City, he lived with his brother Benson and sister Melissa for a long time. An apartment that is only a little taller�this is not only Klein's personal experience, but also comes from the original owner's memory fragments.
Amidst his thoughts, Klein lowered his peaked cap, lowered his head, and stepped on the creaking stairs slowly, all the way to the third floor.
Due to the unfortunate encounter in the evening, he has no revolver now, so he can only put one hand in his pocket and hold a few tarot cards between his fingers.
In the hallway on the third floor where there was no light and only a faint moonlight, Klein did not hurry forward and carefully observed the layout.
The one facing the crime scene is on the left, and the best monitoring view should be the third room from here... Klein began to walk forward cautiously.
After walking through two rooms, he inserted his right hand into his pocket, and lightly opened the iron cigarette case.
Moments later, his fingers touched the "all-black eye", and ravings that tore his mind and burst his brain immediately sounded in his ears.
At the same time, with the help of the contaminated item, Klein saw strange thin black lines.
These thin threads float in the void. Although there are certain interlacing and a little entanglement, one can still distinguish who each belongs to when looking back at the source.
The corresponding figures reflected in Klein's brain that was about to be cooked. There were men, women and children sleeping on bunk beds, and several tenants lying on the floor.
Other than that, there are no special places and no hidden characters.
Klein hurriedly withdrew his hand so as not to touch the "all-black eye" directly, and the hallucinations in front of him and the auditory hallucinations in his ears gradually improved.
Enduring the pain, he continued to move forward, and after a little relief, he immediately observed another room.
It's a pity that he "searched" the entire apartment where it was convenient to observe the crime scene opposite, but he didn't get any results.
Huh, huh... Klein shrank into the corner of the balcony, put his hands on his knees, and panted violently. JrNovels.com
But at the same time, she felt excited and excited.
This is the life a Extraordinary should have... Audrey muttered silently, and followed Forsi to find a corner seat and sit down.
After waiting for a while, in the vertical glass column at the front of the classroom, the floating male corpse in black academic uniform suddenly opened his eyes, allowing a voice to come out through the obstacles: "Let's begin."
����
East End, Dharavi Street.
Klein was wearing a dust-stained gray-blue worker's uniform and a peaked cap, walking on the dark street where only a few gas street lamps were still functioning.
In the apartments on both sides, there is a little candlelight, which is intertwined with the crimson moonlight that is difficult to penetrate through the clouds, barely outlining the outlines of passers-by on the road.
Klein met passers-by in old and tattered clothes, with numb expressions showing despair. They were homeless people driven by the police.
They have no place to sleep, so they can only walk aimlessly on the streets, and occasionally they can catch the opportunity to find an unobtrusive corner or a sidewalk chair in the park to rest for a while, but they will be rushed away soon.
In the cold and dark night, Klein felt that they were more like living corpses than the living corpses he had ever seen, and the entire East District was more like an abyss than the abyss in myths and legends.
He took a quick breath, but his throat was irritated, and he couldn't help coughing twice. He hurriedly restrained his thoughts, and observed the apartment at the corner of the street from the corner of his eye, which had obvious blast trauma and had not yet been repaired.
"If you want to monitor the scene of the crime, the best and most hidden place is the opposite apartment. The third, fourth and roof all meet the requirements..." Klein used the knowledge he had learned in the Nighthawks team Analyzing the situation.
Throughout the process, he did not slow down so as not to be suspected.
At the intersection of the street, Klein smoothly passed the apartment with house number 1 and entered the building opposite the crime scene.
He is no stranger to similar places. The one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East District is located in a similar apartment. When he was in Tingen City, he lived with his brother Benson and sister Melissa for a long time. An apartment that is only a little taller�this is not only Klein's personal experience, but also comes from the original owner's memory fragments.
Amidst his thoughts, Klein lowered his peaked cap, lowered his head, and stepped on the creaking stairs slowly, all the way to the third floor.
Due to the unfortunate encounter in the evening, he has no revolver now, so he can only put one hand in his pocket and hold a few tarot cards between his fingers.
In the hallway on the third floor where there was no light and only a faint moonlight, Klein did not hurry forward and carefully observed the layout.
The one facing the crime scene is on the left, and the best monitoring view should be the third room from here... Klein began to walk forward cautiously.
After walking through two rooms, he inserted his right hand into his pocket, and lightly opened the iron cigarette case.
Moments later, his fingers touched the "all-black eye", and ravings that tore his mind and burst his brain immediately sounded in his ears.
At the same time, with the help of the contaminated item, Klein saw strange thin black lines.
These thin threads float in the void. Although there are certain interlacing and a little entanglement, one can still distinguish who each belongs to when looking back at the source.
The corresponding figures reflected in Klein's brain that was about to be cooked. There were men, women and children sleeping on bunk beds, and several tenants lying on the floor.
Other than that, there are no special places and no hidden characters.
Klein hurriedly withdrew his hand so as not to touch the "all-black eye" directly, and the hallucinations in front of him and the auditory hallucinations in his ears gradually improved.
Enduring the pain, he continued to move forward, and after a little relief, he immediately observed another room.
It's a pity that he "searched" the entire apartment where it was convenient to observe the crime scene opposite, but he didn't get any results.
Huh, huh... Klein shrank into the corner of the balcony, put his hands on his knees, and panted violently. JrNovels.com
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