"Joker" ran quickly, made a big circle, entered the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East District, and came above the gray fog, confirming that there was no danger of being caught up.

That guy should have a deep connection with Lanwusi... Klein pondered for a while, and he conjured up the portrait of the man just now, and sent it to the crimson star symbolizing Miss Justice with his thoughts.

Immediately afterwards, he said solemnly and lowly: "This is a clue."

In the teaching building of the medical school that was about to be abandoned, Audrey, who had finished the party and was leaving in a circle, was suddenly in a trance, and saw the familiar thick gray fog and the vague figure standing high in the center of the gray fog.

"Here's the clue."

Accompanied by Mister Fool's deep voice is a photo-like scene, and it's still a colorful photo!

Standing in the shadows was a man who was nearly two meters tall and not burly, wearing a black priest's uniform. His light yellow hair was soft and slightly curly, and his dark brown eyes were indifferently hiding viciousness. The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, as withdrawn as a wolf.

clue? Clues to the East End Dharavi Street bombing and Gavin's misstep and drowning? This is the murderer? Audrey was startled for a moment, but immediately realized something.

Mister Fool now has a clue... He is really powerful, no, omnipotent... After secretly sighing, she turned her head and looked at Forsi beside her.

As soon as Fors took off her mask, took off her surgical cap, and got into the carriage, she noticed Miss Audrey's slightly strange gaze, and immediately asked suspiciously, "Is there something on my face?"

"No." Audrey withdrew her gaze, followed and sat down, removing her disguise.

Forsi recalled the previous gathering, and asked curiously: "Miss Audrey, why didn't you ask for the formula of 'spectator'? Only in this way can you establish a connection with the Psychological Alchemist Association."

She remembered that the generous and generous Miss Audrey remained silent almost the entire time, listening most of the time, only selling some spiritual materials and buying other varieties accordingly.

Audrey smiled slightly: "This is my first gathering in this circle, I think observation and waiting are more important."

"I am looking forward to the formula of the potion, and I am even more looking forward to the magical items, but I told myself that there is no need to be in such a hurry. It is a better strategy to get familiar with it before acting."

This is also the "professional habit" of the "spectator" pathway, and there are no extraordinary materials that Mister "World" wants, such as the spinal fluid of the evil-striped black panther, the marrow crystals of the elf spring... Audrey silently added.

Forsi looked at the girl who was not yet eighteen years old, and suddenly felt that the girl was more mature than ever.

She suddenly laughed at herself and said, "If I had been like you back then, I wouldn't have wasted precious opportunities."

Audrey smiled reservedly, responded, and said, "I will ask some special friends tomorrow morning to see if they have any clues about the bombing on Dharavi Street. You and Hugh are waiting for news at the old place."

"Okay." Fors nodded without doubt.

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Klein didn't return to Minsk Street at night, and slept directly in a one-bedroom on Black Palm Street in the East District.

He was afraid that the suspected murderer, the man in black priest uniform and his accomplices, was looking for him all over the street at this time.

Although the chances of encountering him are not high, and he had disguised himself before, the other party might not be able to recognize him, but since the result of divination indicates that there is a certain possibility, then Klein is more cautious and sleeps in the East District for a night.

It was just dawn, and he changed into another dark blue worker's uniform, put on a light brown peaked cap, left the room, walked down the stairs, and entered the street.

At this time, pale yellowish mist permeated the surroundings, and the figures of people passing by were indistinct, and the coldness of the morning soaked into the clothes.

Klein lowered his head and hurried on his way, exactly like the pedestrians around him who got up early to work.

While walking, he saw in front of him a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with gray temples and a thick jacket, who was walking on the same spot tremblingly, and tremblingly took out a cigarette and a bag from the inside pocket of his clothes. Box of matches is very empty.

As soon as he opened the matchbox, his right hand suddenly shook, and the crumpled cigarette fell to the ground and rolled in front of Klein.

Klein stopped his steps, picked it up casually, and handed it to the other party. JrNovels.com