Chapter 103

"You live at 19 Halls Street?"

When memorizing the data, Klein keenly grasped a piece of information.

"Well, Welch's residence is in the Halls block, the divination club is in the Halls block, and this cloth merchant named Sirius Arepis is also in the Halls block... In this way, Welch It's not a strange thing to know Hynas Vincent, and he even met him through Sirius Arepis..."

Suddenly, Klein felt that the clues were connected, and his thoughts became smooth.

He was originally full of doubts about why Welch knew Heiners Vancente, because the banker's son was not a person who liked mysticism. For him, money was more useful than divination. Now, Klein I feel that I can preliminarily infer the acquaintance process of the two parties:

"According to various magazine descriptions, the middle class and the wealthy are happy to visit their neighbors at the same level to form a social circle that is helpful to them, and Welch and the cloth merchant Sirius, also in the Howes block, are completely motivated. A chance to be friends..."

"It's not particularly difficult for Sirius to know Hynas Vancent, who often goes to the Divination Club in the Halls neighborhood. Maybe a chance encounter, maybe a help, can familiarize people who have been in the same area for a long time... "

"Hainas Vancent wanted to sell the ancient books in his hand, so through Sirius's introduction, he found Welch, a history student..."

"Hainas's dream appeared in the image of a suspected evil god 'true creator', and he also mastered the correct spell format, which shows that he has gone deep in the field of mysticism, and it is not ruled out that he is a member of a secret organization. …”

"It does not rule out the possibility that he joined the secret organization was guided by Sirius."

...

As the thoughts surged, even if Klein didn't use the means of divination, he was almost certain that the information left by the other party had a lot of credibility:

"Even if his name is not Sirius Arepis, he is not a cloth merchant, and he does not live in No. 19, he must belong to the Halls block, or the surrounding area!"

While thinking about it, Klein re-examined the other party's loan record:

"The last time I went to the Deville Library was last Saturday, the day before Selena's birthday dinner, which was the day before Haines Vincent died, and now, several days have passed, and he still hasn't borrowed it. Journals are returned."

"According to the previous record, if he only borrowed two journals, he would usually come back the next day."

"Does this mean that Sirius knew about Hynas' death, was frightened, and dared not come to the Deville Library?"

"Well, he borrowed a lot of unrelated historical books and journals at first, and then he gradually clarified his goals, which overlapped with the ones I borrowed on a large scale..."

"This shows that he has no one to guide him, no senior associate professor in the history department of the university to ask for advice, and he is all on his own."

"What would a frightened target normally do? There are two options. One, when the materials are basically complete, he will go straight to the main peak of the Hornages Mountains. Looking at the limelight, it will appear again after confirming that the death of Hynas is not involved in himself."

Thinking of this, Klein closed the loan record, pushed it back to several librarians, took out the portrait, and asked them if they had seen the target. Unfortunately, there are many borrowers who come here every day. The administrators It is difficult to impress people who have no obvious characteristics.

"Okay, trouble you all." Klein put away his credentials and badges.

He didn't plan to investigate it alone. It's not only dangerous, but also cumbersome. He plans to go to Zoetland Street again, and leave the next thing to the captain and teammates. He will go home and make tomatoes for his brother and sister. Oxtail soup, by the way, use the mysterious space above the gray fog to divination the target's status and whereabouts.

"Officer, is there nothing else?" An administrator breathed a sigh of relief and asked earnestly.

Klein nodded slightly and said:

"No, if there are new clues, I will come again."

Holding the black cane inlaid with silver in his left hand, he walked quickly to the door.

Just then, he saw a man in a black double-breasted dress with a raised collar coming in with his head bowed.

The moment the two passed by, Klein caught sight of the other's thick and messy eyebrows, and caught sight of a pair of gray-blue eyes!

These are the parts that the tall collar cannot hide!

Sirius? Sirius Arepis? Such a coincidence? Klein was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that he would meet the target directly!

What luck is this!

This is too coincidental, isn't it?

He weighed himself and felt the pain in his muscles, so he pretended that nothing happened and continued towards the door.

Well, to be a human being, you have to follow the wishes of your heart, and keep your words steady!

As long as Sirius hasn't left Tingen, this miss doesn't matter!

At this time, a man in a black double-breasted dress walked to the reception desk and handed the journal in his hand to one of the administrators.

"Return it." He lowered his voice and said vaguely.

The librarian took the journal at random, glanced at it, and was suddenly stunned.

He subconsciously looked up at the opposite, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Is there a problem?" the man with the collar raised up asked in a deep voice.

His words were like sparks that ignited a dynamite barrel, causing the administrator to lose control in an instant, and shouted loudly as he ran to the side:

"police officer!"

"The criminal is here!"

... At this moment, Klein, who had not had time to go out, only had the words "Fuck me" echoing wildly in his heart.

He instinctively put his right hand under his armpit and took out his revolver.

And the man was stunned for a moment, then turned around and started running.

However, instead of running to the door, he fled towards the orifice window on the side, as if to break the glass and jump outside.

Klein, who was in a panic, turned his head to see this scene, and his heart suddenly calmed down.

Because he found that although he was afraid of the target, the target was even more afraid of himself!

"In such a hasty encounter, the other party will definitely not be able to judge my strength and figure out what I am good at. Therefore, he will definitely avoid the frontal conflict subconsciously and seek other escape methods with a guilty conscience!" Ryan raised the revolver and snapped the trigger.

At this moment, the man in the black double-breasted dress rolled suddenly, trying to avoid the bullet.

Immediately afterwards, he pressed his right hand, and the whole person jumped into the air and rushed towards the glass of the orifice window.

puff! Klein's first shot was an empty bullet.

However, this was something he had long expected, and he took advantage of the opportunity that Sirius could not dodge in mid-air, and pulled the trigger again towards the most convenient torso area for shooting.

Pong!

The silver Demon Hunter bullet penetrated the air and firmly stuck into Sirius' back.

bang! The glass shattered, and Sirius knocked it out, leaving drops of crimson blood and pieces of crystal shards on the windowsill.

Seeing that the other party was injured, Klein was no longer timid and ran over with the help of a chair.

It belongs to the back of the first floor of the Deville Library, and rows of tall trees separate a green lawn.

Sirius, who was shot, was running to the side, trying to enter the alley between the two buildings. Klein hadn't learned the accuracy of running, so he didn't dare to shoot blindly. Holding the gun, he chased after the figure in the black dress.

Ding Ding Deng!

He followed the blood drop on the ground, trying to shorten the distance between the two.

Seeing the corner in sight, and seeing the injured Sirius getting slower and slower, Klein, who was about to seize the opportunity, suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart. He only felt that the person in front of him didn't seem to be a human, but a wolf, a tiger, and there was something terrifying hidden in it. Danger.

This is his instinct as a fortune teller, and this is a warning to him by spirituality!

Klein immediately slowed down, and out of the corner of his eyes he swept the blood on the ground:

Compared to the beginning, Sirius' blood dripping now has turned black!

At this moment, a gust of wind hit his face, and Sirius' face was reflected in Klein's eyes.

Those are thick and messy eyebrows, those are gray-blue eyes, those are raised sarcoid after another, those are the cracked corners of the mouth, and those are white teeth.

Sirius actually launched a counterattack at this moment!

This made the face in Klein's eyes clearer and clearer, making him seem to be able to smell some kind of foul breath!

Snapped! Sirius saved a distance of seven or eight meters, clearly exceeding the range of a normal person, but because Klein stopped chasing in time, the two sides were still nearly ten meters apart before.

Less than two meters away, the mouth with sticky saliva and the extremely disgusting dense sarcoma formed a clear and frightening picture, which made Klein's spirit highly tense.

He didn't even think about it, taking advantage of the short-term stiffness of the opponent's defeat, he raised his right hand, snapped it, and let the bullet pour into the target's head.

Pong! Pong! Pong! Pong!

The very close range shot made the silver demon hunter bullets penetrate into Sirius' head one after another, causing the opponent's blood to splatter, his face blurred, and the opponent's back and stagnation.

He shot all the bullets in the revolver in one breath, and Klein subconsciously wanted to retreat to confirm the result.

But at this time, Sirius, who was trying to stand up straight, gave him a great fright, causing him to suddenly swing out the cane he held in his left palm.

Snapped! The hard black cane inlaid with silver slammed into Sirius' neck, drawing out crimson marks.

clap clap clap!

Klein instinctively slapped the opponent until Sirius staggered to the ground.

call! call! call! Klein stomped the ground with a cane, gasping for breath, staring at the target, fearing that the opponent would suddenly cheat.

At this time, Sirius' head almost turned into a smashed ripe watermelon, the residual dense sarcoma began to subside, and his body returned to calm after a few twitches.

Klein didn't rush to examine the corpse, but dropped his cane, took out the hunting bullets he was carrying, and stuffed them into the revolver one by one.

After doing all this, he stabilized his spirits, suppressed his nausea, squatted down, and groped for the pocket of Sirius' black double-breasted dress.