Chapter 20

A living person and a dozen dead bodies played poker for half the night in a dimly lit room. The more you think about this scene, the more terrifying it becomes, and the scalp tingles every inch of it.

Klein restrained his instinctive fear, looked at the pale twenty-eight or nine-year-old man in front of him, his brown eyes were full of malice, and his whole body showed a little madness. He pretended to be intimidated by the opponent's aura, and stepped back. One step later, Kaspers left the card room and closed the door.

The man asked in a low voice:

"Are you looking for a bodyguard?"

"...Yes." Klein swallowed deliberately.

The strangeness of the other party not only scared him, but also brought him a certain sense of peace of mind.

The stronger and more powerful the bodyguard, the safer he will be!

The pale man in the black vest raised his chin and said:

"Why do you need a bodyguard? How much are you willing to pay for it?"

Klein didn't answer immediately, but thought for dozens of seconds before saying:

"Let me tell you the specifics of the task first. After you evaluate it, give me a price. If I can pay it, or have an equivalent item, then the deal will be concluded. If the situation is otherwise, I can only give up and find another other people."

The man with malicious eyes didn't speak, but nodded slightly, motioning for Klein to tell the story.

Klein deliberately glanced at the living corpses, regarded them as normal poker players, and asked with his eyes, "Before answering, do you want to drive those guys out of the room?"

"No need." The pale man said in a deep voice.

Klein thought about it, and described it truthfully:

"I offended a big man, and there may be a big man backed by the state behind me."

Suddenly there was no movement in the card room, and there was complete silence. The slightly mad man with malicious eyes froze in place, as if he had turned into a plaster statue.

After nearly a minute, he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"This task is priceless."

"You go out."

ah? Klein didn't react right away, and he didn't realize that the deal hadn't been reached until the other party turned around and walked towards the card table.

You dragged a group of living corpses to play cards in the room, and you acted like a high-ranking and powerful person, but you were scared off like this? You're obviously a little crazy... Klein didn't know whether to cry or laugh and added:

"That big man is not so free in Backlund."

The man in the black vest ignored him and sat down again, and the living corpses began to deal cards, check cards and throw chips.

Klein exhaled, exited the room, and saw Caspers Kanlinin, a half-century old man with a rosacea and a hideous wound, waiting outside.

"The deal was not reached." Klein spread his hands and said.

Kaspers did not show any surprise, and pondered for a few seconds:

"His price is too high?"

"No, he thinks the task is too difficult." Klein didn't hide it.

Caspers frowned slightly and said:

"Maric is the scariest person I know. He is not even afraid of bullets. Since he thinks the task is difficult, I don't think I can help you contact other powerful guys."

"Unfortunately." Klein sighed.

Caspers clenched his right fist and hit the left chest:

"May the storm be with you."

Then I will die... Klein smiled bitterly and said:

"thanks."

"You can try to help me ask the powerful guys in other places, and I will pay you a certain amount, um... I will come again tomorrow night."

After getting an affirmative answer, he left the Brave Bar with a little melancholy, not even interested in playing a game of billiards.

Am I being too honest? If the entrustment was described in a simpler way, Maric just now should have agreed... I just don't know how much he will ask for in return... Hey, it's not my style to ask others to help me face the danger while being concealed... As an Extraordinary, if he always goes against his true inner thoughts and his own principles, he might not be far from losing control... Klein half sighed and half relieved, then changed to a carriage and returned to Minsk Street.

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After washing up, Klein didn't waste charcoal, and went directly into the bedroom, drawing the curtains to isolate the room from the outside world.

On the way back, he thought about it carefully for a while, and found that the possible danger was not impossible to resolve.

For the unknown Mr. Ambassador, his main and fundamental purpose is to find Ian Wright. The reason why he sent someone to deal with me is because he wants to get clues from Ian. He only considers it after he can’t get an answer. A murder psychic... If I can let him know that I can't actually find Ian, under the possible monitoring of the special military department, he can't take risks for a thug...

Of course, my appearance, my strength beyond his expectations, made their actions exposed and suffered serious setbacks. If I were that ambassador, I would definitely think about revenge and venting anger, but definitely not now , not when the situation is tense and the undercurrents are turbulent now... well, the prerequisite is that the ambassador has a brain, not just a fool who only knows how to be angry because of his relationship... being able to preside over such an important matter shows that he should be relatively reliable...

In other words, the crux of the problem lies in the whereabouts of Ian Wright!

Hmm... There is still a little hidden danger. After the ambassador finally fails, will he deliberately disclose to the special military department that Meursault is an Extraordinary, let them know that my strength is questionable, and use their hands to take revenge on me... ...This is just a matter of mouth, there is no difficulty, you must be careful...

Klein analyzed his situation clearly, and suddenly had the urge to buy the murder to kill the unknown ambassador.

But thinking about the powerful Sequencers that might exist beside the other party, he was frustrated again.

"I don't know if the messenger can accept my assignment without the consent of Mr. Azik... Probably not... Pay close attention to this matter and find an opportunity to silence it? Since he sent someone to kill me, I can't kill him. There will be a little psychological burden... By the way, you can consider promulgating this task at the Tarot Society, and see if Miss 'Justice' and Mr. 'The Hanged Man' can do anything... Maybe, you can spend a lot of money to hire Mr. A Or a powerhouse of the same sequence..." Klein suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of the "Tarot Club".

With an idea, he stabilized a lot, found out the paper and pen, and wrote down the divination statement:

"Ian Wright's whereabouts."

After confirming that there were no Extraordinary hidden in the room, Klein glanced at the curtains that shielded prying eyes from the outside. While recalling Ian's appearance and attire, he silently recited the divination sentences and leaned back in his chair.

He quickly fell into a dream, and saw a dark, small, and dirty room in the illusory and hazy world. There were bunk beds and floor bunks in it, and four people slept in it.

Ian was at the top of the bunk bed, curled up, pressing the old satchel, and was sleeping soundly.

The dream broke, Klein opened his eyes, and interpreted the revelation:

"This kind of accommodation only exists in the East Borough and the Backlund Bridge area, but it's an unusually large place. Even if all the police in Backlund are dispatched, they won't be able to really investigate..."

"Ian is very careful, nothing is left here with me, otherwise I can find him by divination..."

After thinking for a few minutes, Klein picked up the pen and added a paragraph before and after the divination statement, turning it into a statement like an excuse:

"I don't know the whereabouts of Ian Wright. After I found Zreal's body, I never saw him again."

The paper was placed on the desk just like that, with a pen pressed against the edge.

After doing all this, Klein stood up, returned to the bed, and quickly checked whether anyone was watching his every move by flipping a coin in a not so obvious way.

After getting a negative answer, he quickly took four steps backwards, chanted the mantra silently, and entered above the gray mist.

In that ancient and majestic palace, Klein repeated the divination just now, ignoring the situation around him.

Seeing that the negative answer had not changed, he was no longer so nervous, looked up to the side, and found that the core of the newly added group of crimson stars was stained with a little sunshine-like gold.

"Is this the source of the warmth I feel?" Klein spread his spirituality, carefully touching the past in the way of recalling and praying.

The light and shadow changed, and a blurry scene quickly appeared in front of his eyes.

The petite girl he was trying to pull into the gray mist and a lady with slightly curly brown hair were standing in front of the "altar". Yang corresponds to the honorable name, creating a warm, pure light.

Is this looking for someone to exorcise evil spirits? Klein almost laughed.

At this time, he finally understood the reason for the previous situation. It wasn't someone who penetrated the gray fog and locked him. This kind of situation is the same as that of "Justice" and others chanting their honorable names and praying, and after the gray fog received the information, , will be fed back to him naturally and instinctively, but because it is not a prayer, the illusory layered voice has become a warm current.

"Reminder, this is a reminder, not damage and impact..." Klein made a clear judgment.

At the same time, he also roughly confirmed one thing, that is, the way this mysterious space above the gray fog establishes contact with Miss "Justice" is not absolutely weird, and it is not within the rules of this world, and it will still be subject to Certain constraints are affected in a certain way in a certain way.

Klein continued to look at the picture in front of him and listened to the voice of the voice, and was shocked to find that this lasted longer than ever before.

Before that, he couldn't take the initiative to spy on the target of the crimson star, unless the other party prayed, he could receive the corresponding scene.

In another case, when he gave feedback, he could see the scene and hear the synchronized sound, but once the response was over, he could no longer obtain additional information.

But now, he seems to be watching a video, a reality show video full of mosaics that has been maintained for a long time.

He witnessed the petite lady talking with a man wearing a golden mask in the study, and heard her companion call her Hugh, and understood that she was looking for the extraordinary material corresponding to the potion of "Magistrate"...

It wasn't until the two ladies returned home that Klein regretted that he couldn't see their house numbers clearly, and the "video" came to an end.

Looking at the sun-like golden color that gradually dissipated, he nodded thoughtfully, vaguely understanding why this abnormality occurred.

"In other words, the power of purification helped me maintain the corresponding channel? Hugh's 30 pounds was worth it... I don't know when I will be able to maintain it..." Klein shook his head and smiled, manifesting a paper Pen, intending to continue divination of Ian Wright's whereabouts above the gray fog.

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