Chapter: 784
Thoughts and doubts popped up in Klein's mind, while the carriage galloped quickly on the wide and deserted road, among the gas street lamps.
Suddenly, Klein's heart moved, and a picture naturally appeared in his mind:
Pea vines hang down from the sky, intertwining into a dense forest road, but the coachman drives the carriage unconsciously and continues to drive on the green plants.
not good!
Without hesitation, Klein threw himself at the car window, about to jump onto the street.
boom! The carriage shook, and he was bounced back.
At the same time, the pea vines really hung down!
Klein frowned, trying to manipulate the flames to ignite the carriage, but he failed to make any sound by snapping his fingers.
At this time, the surroundings had become extremely quiet, even the sounds of horseshoes trampling on green plants and wheels speeding over had disappeared.
Klein tried his best to calm himself down. He looked out the window and saw that the carriage had already driven into the air along the road intertwined with pea vines.
This, this is not Backlund... He narrowed his eyes.
At this moment, the carriage stopped, and outside the window was a hammock-like seat formed by pea vines in mid-air.
A pair of feet wearing black leather boots fell from there, and a soft but emotionless voice entered Klein's ears: "What were you doing just now?"
It's the woman in the museum... She seems to be a high-sequence powerhouse... She doesn't seem to recognize me, after all, I used Azik's copper whistle as a disguise before... She should have come to check when she heard the cry for help... Klein's The mind is very active at this moment.
He deliberately swallowed his saliva and said, "I'm a private detective. I'm investigating the latest serial murder case with many friends."
"I have a magical item called 'Master Key', which can open doors and pass through walls, but it will cause you to get lost."
"It was during this process that I ran directly into the scene of the crime. Since I was not my opponent, I could only run and shout for help."
Everything I said was the truth... Klein added silently in his heart.
After he finished speaking, there was no response from the outside for a short while, but he felt a line of sight penetrated the compartment, pierced through the obstacles, and was directly examining the items he was carrying.
Fortunately, to be on the safe side, I left Azik's copper whistle and bookmark on the gray mist... At this moment, Klein is so grateful.
Prudence and caution do help!
After the indescribably difficult silence, the soft but emotionless female voice finally spoke: "That key has certain curses, so don't use it if you don't have to."
As soon as she finished speaking, everything around her suddenly changed. The pea vines, the forest road, and the path leading to the mid-air all disappeared, and the carriage was still driving on the street, among the elegant iron-black gas street lamps.
Klein kept worrying about it until the carriage arrived near the East District, and he paid 8 soli for the fare.
��Under normal circumstances, rented carriages will not enter any streets in the East District, because they are likely to be robbed.
In the one-bedroom on Black Palm Street, Klein changed his clothes and fell asleep directly, without attempting to return to Minsk Street after the early morning��Becklund�s situation must have become more tense when the 12th murder occurred. There are various checks.
He didn't immediately go to study the secret of the "bookmark" above the gray mist, he behaved just like he described to the mysterious woman just now, he was just a low-sequence private detective with some extraordinary abilities.
"There are really frequent accidents tonight. It's quite exciting. I just stole something...Well, most of the problems are due to the 'master key'..." Klein laughed at himself, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
In the early morning of the next day, he breathed in the mist that choked his nose and irritated his throat, and slowly returned home, taking the newspapers and letters from the letter box.
After opening the door, he spread out the newspaper casually to take a look, and found that the headline on the front page was as expected: "The 12th!" JrNovels.com
Suddenly, Klein's heart moved, and a picture naturally appeared in his mind:
Pea vines hang down from the sky, intertwining into a dense forest road, but the coachman drives the carriage unconsciously and continues to drive on the green plants.
not good!
Without hesitation, Klein threw himself at the car window, about to jump onto the street.
boom! The carriage shook, and he was bounced back.
At the same time, the pea vines really hung down!
Klein frowned, trying to manipulate the flames to ignite the carriage, but he failed to make any sound by snapping his fingers.
At this time, the surroundings had become extremely quiet, even the sounds of horseshoes trampling on green plants and wheels speeding over had disappeared.
Klein tried his best to calm himself down. He looked out the window and saw that the carriage had already driven into the air along the road intertwined with pea vines.
This, this is not Backlund... He narrowed his eyes.
At this moment, the carriage stopped, and outside the window was a hammock-like seat formed by pea vines in mid-air.
A pair of feet wearing black leather boots fell from there, and a soft but emotionless voice entered Klein's ears: "What were you doing just now?"
It's the woman in the museum... She seems to be a high-sequence powerhouse... She doesn't seem to recognize me, after all, I used Azik's copper whistle as a disguise before... She should have come to check when she heard the cry for help... Klein's The mind is very active at this moment.
He deliberately swallowed his saliva and said, "I'm a private detective. I'm investigating the latest serial murder case with many friends."
"I have a magical item called 'Master Key', which can open doors and pass through walls, but it will cause you to get lost."
"It was during this process that I ran directly into the scene of the crime. Since I was not my opponent, I could only run and shout for help."
Everything I said was the truth... Klein added silently in his heart.
After he finished speaking, there was no response from the outside for a short while, but he felt a line of sight penetrated the compartment, pierced through the obstacles, and was directly examining the items he was carrying.
Fortunately, to be on the safe side, I left Azik's copper whistle and bookmark on the gray mist... At this moment, Klein is so grateful.
Prudence and caution do help!
After the indescribably difficult silence, the soft but emotionless female voice finally spoke: "That key has certain curses, so don't use it if you don't have to."
As soon as she finished speaking, everything around her suddenly changed. The pea vines, the forest road, and the path leading to the mid-air all disappeared, and the carriage was still driving on the street, among the elegant iron-black gas street lamps.
Klein kept worrying about it until the carriage arrived near the East District, and he paid 8 soli for the fare.
��Under normal circumstances, rented carriages will not enter any streets in the East District, because they are likely to be robbed.
In the one-bedroom on Black Palm Street, Klein changed his clothes and fell asleep directly, without attempting to return to Minsk Street after the early morning��Becklund�s situation must have become more tense when the 12th murder occurred. There are various checks.
He didn't immediately go to study the secret of the "bookmark" above the gray mist, he behaved just like he described to the mysterious woman just now, he was just a low-sequence private detective with some extraordinary abilities.
"There are really frequent accidents tonight. It's quite exciting. I just stole something...Well, most of the problems are due to the 'master key'..." Klein laughed at himself, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
In the early morning of the next day, he breathed in the mist that choked his nose and irritated his throat, and slowly returned home, taking the newspapers and letters from the letter box.
After opening the door, he spread out the newspaper casually to take a look, and found that the headline on the front page was as expected: "The 12th!" JrNovels.com
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