I still lack items or spells to deal with undead creatures. It would be great if I had the "Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem" of the sealed item "3-0782"... Klein's thoughts diverged briefly.

Yatru suddenly remembered the loss of memory, his face turned pale again, and he replied tremblingly: "No, I don't want to go! I don't want to go again!"

"Very good." Klein praised with a smile.

Yatru looked at his face without any fear, and subconsciously asked, "I've said so much, aren't you afraid?"

Klein no longer leaned against the wall, slowly stood up straight, and replied in a relaxed tone: "For a detective, unless he has definite evidence, he would rather not believe it."

After finishing speaking, he opened the door and walked outside, thinking about whether to contact the Lower Spirit Sect, after all, this may involve the mystery of Mr. Azik's life experience.

Yatru stared blankly at the back of the private detective in front of him, and it took a while to realize that the bathroom was empty except for himself, and the moonlight outside was dim, illuminating the shadows inside, as if there were invisible things lurking and watching.

He shivered suddenly, and hurriedly shouted: "Wait for me!"

While speaking, Yatru quickened his pace, rushed out of the bathroom, and followed closely behind Klein.

Knowing the fear, knowing the fear, and saving... Klein muttered, putting his hands into his trouser pockets.

After returning to the bedroom, Stuart did not find that Yatru had recovered, and was still frightened by the ghost story he had imagined, and did not dare to walk around.

After Yatru fell asleep again, Klein took out a copper penny and let it twirl between his fingers.

When the time was close to 2:50, he tossed a coin and caught it firmly. Then he stood up and whispered to Stuart, "I'm going to the balcony to smoke a cigarette."

"Hurry up." Stuart urged a little nervously.

Klein put on his long dress, walked out slowly, came to the balcony at the end of the corridor, and hid in the shadows.

Then, he took out a relatively crudely cut paper figurine.

Snapped!

Klein shook his wrist violently, the paper made a crisp sound, and it expanded rapidly, turning into a human.

The dummy was about the same height as Klein, its facial features were exactly the same, and its clothes were even more indistinguishable. From a distance, it looked like a finely carved wax figure.

This is one of the applications of the "paper figurine substitute" technique.

Immediately afterwards, Klein collected his energy, clenched his fist with his right hand, and tapped his body lightly.

Silently, the dummy felt alive, with a red-headed cigarette dangling from its mouth, and the scent of tobacco permeated the air.

"Using a dummy as a support, this illusion can last for half an hour... What a magician!" Klein put on his gloves, pressed and supported, and slid down the balcony stealthily, avoiding the patrolling security personnel.

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Outside the Green Cemetery, in a secluded forest.

Klein stood in the canopy of the tree, looking at a relatively open and flat place not far away.

Around him were evergreen leaves and brown branches, but they were covered with gray dust.

As far as Klein could see, seven or eight boys and girls in black robes were dancing around a dead body in a slightly convulsive, slightly crazy dance.

The dance was full of rhythm and seemed to have some kind of mysterious taste.

The girl flicked her long hair, and the boy knelt down and stretched out his hand. There was a subtle connection between these scenes and the surrounding environment. JrNovels.com