Chapter 68 Clues

On the western outskirts of the North District, in a three-story house that was about to be abandoned.

This place originally belonged to Backlund School of Medicine, but the main body of the latter has now moved to a better and more suitable place, leaving only a small number of teaching staff and students who failed to graduate successfully to "guard" the place.

Audrey was wearing a white coat and a mask of the same color. Her lustrous blond hair was coiled up and stuffed into a cold-colored surgical cap.

She turned her eyes and looked at Fors Wall who was dressed in the same way. She always felt that the other party had a special temperament, and seemed to be more suitable for this kind of attire than herself.

Uh... It's the kind of temperament that can pick up a scalpel to cut open a patient's stomach at any time... Audrey didn't speak, and followed Forsi half a step behind into the classroom ahead.

After receiving the information from Fors from Xio, she was shocked, because Mister Fool said that it was a simple task.

Considering that the simplicity might only be compared to Mr. Fool himself, Audrey took advantage of the opportunity of pretending to be alone, recited the honored name, prayed softly, and reported the whole process.

However, so far, she has not received a response.

Passing through the door and entering the room, Audrey instinctively looked around first, and found that this was not an ordinary classroom. There were four skeleton specimens and four coffins made of glass, and the coffins were filled with preservatives. , soaking four pale and naked corpses.

At the top of the classroom, there is also a transparent glass column, which is also filled with liquid, and a male corpse in a black academic uniform is floating.

The corpse's clothes were tightly attached to the body, giving off a very heavy feeling. He didn't collapse, and just sank and floated vertically in the center.

It's like drowning in it alive, rather than putting it in after death... Audrey made a preliminary judgment with the attitude of an audience.

In addition, she saw several people dressed in white coats, white masks, and surgical caps sitting sparsely around the long tables in the room. They didn't speak a word, just like the corpses and bones around them.

Looking at the crimson moon and the gloomy night that finally revealed a corner outside, Audrey looked back at the scene in the classroom, and couldn't help trembling for a moment, which came from instinctive fear.

But at the same time, she felt excited and excited.

This is the life a Extraordinary should have... Audrey muttered silently,

Following Forsi, she found a corner and sat down.

After waiting for a while, in the vertical glass column at the front of the classroom, the floating male corpse in black academic uniform suddenly opened his eyes, allowing the voice to come out through many obstacles:

"let's start."

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East End, Dharavi Street.

Klein was wearing a dust-stained gray-blue worker's uniform and a peaked cap, walking on the dark street where only a few gas street lamps were still functioning.

In the apartments on both sides, there is a little candlelight, which is intertwined with the crimson moonlight that is difficult to penetrate through the clouds, barely outlining the outlines of passers-by on the road.

Klein met passers-by in old and tattered clothes, with numb expressions showing despair. They were homeless people driven by the police.

They have no place to sleep, so they can only walk aimlessly on the streets, and occasionally they can catch the opportunity to find an unobtrusive corner or a sidewalk chair in the park to rest for a while, but they will be rushed away soon.

In the cold and dark night, Klein felt that they were more like living corpses than the living corpses he had ever seen, and the entire East District was more like an abyss than the abyss in myths and legends.

He took a quick breath, but his throat was irritated, and he couldn't help coughing twice. He hurriedly restrained his thoughts, and observed the apartment at the corner of the street from the corner of his eye, which had obvious blast trauma and had not yet been repaired.

"If you want to monitor the scene of the crime, the best and most hidden place is the other apartment directly opposite. The third, fourth and roof all meet the requirements..." Klein used the knowledge he had learned in the Nighthawks team Analyzing the situation.

Throughout the process, he did not slow down so as not to be suspected.

At the intersection of the street, Klein smoothly passed the apartment with house number 1 and entered the building opposite the crime scene.

He is no stranger to similar places. The one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East District is located in a similar apartment. When he was in Tingen City, he lived with his brother Benson and sister Melissa for a long time. An apartment that is only a little taller—this is not only Klein's personal experience, but also comes from the original owner's memory fragments.

Amidst his thoughts, Klein lowered his peaked cap, lowered his head, and stepped on the creaking stairs slowly, all the way to the third floor.

Due to the unfortunate encounter in the evening, he has no revolver now, so he can only put one hand in his pocket and hold a few tarot cards between his fingers.

In the hallway on the third floor where there was no light and only a faint moonlight, Klein did not hurry forward and carefully observed the layout.

The one facing the crime scene is on the left, and the best monitoring view should be the third room from here... Klein began to walk forward cautiously.

After walking through two rooms, he inserted his right hand into his pocket, and lightly opened the iron cigarette case.

Moments later, his fingers touched the "all-black eye", and ravings that tore his mind and burst his brain immediately sounded in his ears.

At the same time, with the help of the contaminated item, Klein saw strange thin black lines.

These thin threads float in the void. Although there are certain interlacing and a little entanglement, one can still distinguish who each belongs to when looking back at the source.

The corresponding figures reflected in Klein's brain that was about to be cooked. There were men, women and children sleeping on bunk beds, and several tenants lying on the floor.

Other than that, there are no special places and no hidden characters.

Klein hurriedly withdrew his hand so as not to directly touch the "all-black eye", and the hallucinations in front of him and the auditory hallucinations in his ears gradually improved.

Enduring the pain, he continued to move forward, and after a little relief, he immediately observed another room.

It's a pity that he "searched" the entire apartment where it was convenient to observe the crime scene opposite, but he didn't get any results.

Huh, huh... Klein shrank into the corner of the balcony, put his hands on his knees, and panted violently.

Tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes, and snot burst out from his nose from time to time, as if he had suddenly fallen ill.

This is the result of frequent contact with the "All Black Eye" in a short period of time, and Klein's resistance in this regard cannot be completely immune.

The only thing that satisfies him is that this is just stimulation, not pollution, otherwise he would have given up long ago and dared not try again, it would directly lead to madness.

After resting for a while, Klein finally calmed down and moved to an apartment with a lesser view than here, but he still didn't get anything.

Is my interpretation wrong? Clues at the crime scene? Klein returned to the street and looked suspiciously at the apartment with explosion marks out of the corner of his eye.

With the mentality of giving it a try, he put his hand into his pocket again, opened it and poked into the iron cigarette case.

He wants to see if there is anyone hiding in the place where the apartment where the crime scene is located.

With a buzzing sound, Klein's head suddenly seemed to have been hit, and his body shook a little.

Like a drunk, he staggered forward and looked at the apartment with the scars of the explosion.

Because the distance is too far, he can't "see clearly" those thin black lines, and he can't trace the source to observe the attribution. He can only barely distinguish where the thin lines gather, and such places indicate people.

No, no, no... Klein quickly scanned and made a rough judgment.

Suddenly, he found a thin black line floating out of the crime scene on the third floor and blending into the air!

This... Klein shrank his pupils, confirmed it, and then quickly withdrew his hand, no longer touching the all-black eye.

There were people in the bombed-out room!

The murderer was crazy enough to wait for the investigators at the scene?

Isn't he afraid that there will be official Beyonders investigating this case by the way?

I made a mistake in my judgment just now, and I haven't been able to find him, because my logic is completely different from that of a madman...

Thoughts flashed one by one, Klein slowly let out a breath, and walked around as if nothing happened, until he arrived at the entrance of the apartment.

At this time, all his adverse reactions subsided.

Controlling his facial expressions and body language, Klein came to the third floor as if he was going home, his footsteps were fast and there was a little heaviness from fatigue.

In the dim corridor, he saw the room with no door and most of the walls collapsed at a glance, and then "casually" walked towards the public bathroom.

When he was approaching the room, he touched the "All Black Eye" with his hand in his pocket.

It was the brain-splitting raving again, and the shaking and blurring of various hallucinations. From the corner of his eye, Klein caught sight of thin black illusory threads spreading from the crime scene.

Tracing back to the source, he found a man who had completely blended into the shadows and had the same color as his aura.

This man was very tall, close to two meters, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, appearing rather withdrawn.

His eyes were like beasts, and his indifference could not hide his ferocity.

It wasn't Lanwusi... Klein retracted his fingers, relaxed and tensed his body, apparently ignoring possible gazes normally, walked to the end of the aisle without stopping, and entered the public washroom without disturbing the man.

The public washroom was not on the same side as the crime scene. After he wiped off his cold sweat and calmed down the negative influence, he turned out the window, climbed down skillfully, and then left quickly without staying.

He knew that in a few minutes, the man would find out that someone who had gone to the bathroom hadn't returned, so he would be alert and give chase, so he had to stay away from Dharavi Street as soon as possible.

It's not that Klein doesn't want to go back the same way, but he doesn't know which room he can go to, which will also expose the problem.

"Joker" ran quickly, made a big circle, entered the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East District, and came above the gray fog, confirming that there was no danger of being caught up.

That guy should have a deep connection with Lanwusi... Klein pondered for a while, and he conjured up the portrait of the man just now, and sent it to the crimson star symbolizing Miss Justice with his thoughts.

Immediately afterwards, he said solemnly and in a low voice:

"Here's the clue."

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