Chapter: 780
And even if there is a helper, it will take a long time to break the effect.
"Once you come in, you will be the prey of the trap!" Max Livermore ran quickly, passed through the exhibition halls, and finally saw the figures of the two companions.
At this time, Klein on the second floor of the museum had penetrated the door and wall according to the layout plan in his memory, and came to the position directly above the restored study room.
He was not in a hurry to launch follow-up actions, but looked down first.
Because the stone slab was relatively thick, Klein couldn't vaguely confirm whether there was an aura and emotional color underneath. He could only open his arms and fall forward, lying on the ground without a sound.
His illusory and transparent figure quickly blurred and merged into the floor.
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On the ceiling of the first floor where the huge crystal chandelier hung, a vaguely almost invisible human face suddenly appeared.
This weird human face looked down at the exhibition hall, and its eyes kept turning, taking in all the scenes in every corner of the area.
There are no Extraordinary, no security personnel... Klein muttered something, and the whole figure pierced through the ceiling, half-flying and half-speed landing before Roselle's desk covered in glass.
He glanced at it, and stretched out two hands at the same time without hesitation, and grabbed the bookmark in the "Creative Manuscript" and the bookmark that looked like a child's doodle.
He is preventing a powerful Extraordinary from backtracking the scene here by magical means, so he has to show that he does not know which bookmark is abnormal, so that investigators cannot suspect that the "justice" who only touched one bookmark "Miss.
The spirit body blessed by Azik's copper whistle passed through the glass cover slightly sluggishly, held the two bookmarks firmly, and wrapped them in the spirit body.
After completing this step, Klein felt relieved and no longer felt apprehensive or tense.
He stretched out his hands again and grabbed other bookmarks.
Wow! Wow! Wow!
The loud and shrill baby's cries suddenly echoed in the exhibition hall.
It is so unreal, as if from far, far away.
Klein's body froze suddenly, as if the lake water had encountered ultra-low temperature, and suddenly froze.
In the spirit state, he seemed to be frozen!
Wow! Wow! Wow!
Accompanied by the babies crying one after another, there were black slits, which surrounded Klein like discontinuous iron fences.
In just an instant, one of the black slits split open, inside was a bloodshot eyeball, and in the center of the eyeball was a deep pupil, where a small white worm like an inch of hair was constantly wriggling and crawling.
One, two, three... Those black slits opened one after another, and one after another strange eyeballs protruded in midair. They were densely packed, staring at Klein coldly and mercilessly.
With their appearance, everything around them froze, and even illusory spirit bodies could not penetrate.
It was even difficult for Klein to sense the existence of the spirit world, it was difficult to see the transparent figures of different shapes at infinite heights, and it was difficult to see the bright and pure brilliance of different colors that contained a lot of knowledge.
"Why do you only take bookmarks?" A soft but emotionless female voice entered Klein's ears.
He froze on the spot, and saw a tall bookshelf that was divided into two floors at the very front, almost touching the ceiling, where there were stairs and passages surrounded by books.
Among them, sitting on the topmost step was a figure covered by darkness.
The feet of the figure in black leather boots hung down, leaning against the wooden stairs, hanging in mid-air. JrNovels.com
"Once you come in, you will be the prey of the trap!" Max Livermore ran quickly, passed through the exhibition halls, and finally saw the figures of the two companions.
At this time, Klein on the second floor of the museum had penetrated the door and wall according to the layout plan in his memory, and came to the position directly above the restored study room.
He was not in a hurry to launch follow-up actions, but looked down first.
Because the stone slab was relatively thick, Klein couldn't vaguely confirm whether there was an aura and emotional color underneath. He could only open his arms and fall forward, lying on the ground without a sound.
His illusory and transparent figure quickly blurred and merged into the floor.
����
On the ceiling of the first floor where the huge crystal chandelier hung, a vaguely almost invisible human face suddenly appeared.
This weird human face looked down at the exhibition hall, and its eyes kept turning, taking in all the scenes in every corner of the area.
There are no Extraordinary, no security personnel... Klein muttered something, and the whole figure pierced through the ceiling, half-flying and half-speed landing before Roselle's desk covered in glass.
He glanced at it, and stretched out two hands at the same time without hesitation, and grabbed the bookmark in the "Creative Manuscript" and the bookmark that looked like a child's doodle.
He is preventing a powerful Extraordinary from backtracking the scene here by magical means, so he has to show that he does not know which bookmark is abnormal, so that investigators cannot suspect that the "justice" who only touched one bookmark "Miss.
The spirit body blessed by Azik's copper whistle passed through the glass cover slightly sluggishly, held the two bookmarks firmly, and wrapped them in the spirit body.
After completing this step, Klein felt relieved and no longer felt apprehensive or tense.
He stretched out his hands again and grabbed other bookmarks.
Wow! Wow! Wow!
The loud and shrill baby's cries suddenly echoed in the exhibition hall.
It is so unreal, as if from far, far away.
Klein's body froze suddenly, as if the lake water had encountered ultra-low temperature, and suddenly froze.
In the spirit state, he seemed to be frozen!
Wow! Wow! Wow!
Accompanied by the babies crying one after another, there were black slits, which surrounded Klein like discontinuous iron fences.
In just an instant, one of the black slits split open, inside was a bloodshot eyeball, and in the center of the eyeball was a deep pupil, where a small white worm like an inch of hair was constantly wriggling and crawling.
One, two, three... Those black slits opened one after another, and one after another strange eyeballs protruded in midair. They were densely packed, staring at Klein coldly and mercilessly.
With their appearance, everything around them froze, and even illusory spirit bodies could not penetrate.
It was even difficult for Klein to sense the existence of the spirit world, it was difficult to see the transparent figures of different shapes at infinite heights, and it was difficult to see the bright and pure brilliance of different colors that contained a lot of knowledge.
"Why do you only take bookmarks?" A soft but emotionless female voice entered Klein's ears.
He froze on the spot, and saw a tall bookshelf that was divided into two floors at the very front, almost touching the ceiling, where there were stairs and passages surrounded by books.
Among them, sitting on the topmost step was a figure covered by darkness.
The feet of the figure in black leather boots hung down, leaning against the wooden stairs, hanging in mid-air. JrNovels.com
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