Mersau's body was lying there, his eyes wide open, and there seemed to be a fierce light remaining.

The wound that cut half of the throat was originally only thin, but with the condensation of extraordinary characteristics just now, it had already expanded a lot and blurred a lot.

At the same time, the incontinence phenomenon after death made his lower body smell foul.

Klein held the crimson-red item like jelly, feeling embarrassed about what to do next.

From a general perspective, his choice is nothing more than three types: one is to clean up the scene, deal with the wounds, and go to the street to call the police in the name of self-defense; the other is to wait until night to throw the body into a sewer, pretend that nothing has happened; the third is to immediately give up his current identity, escape to another area, and change his name again.

The problem with the first choice is that Klein is currently a black householder and has a shameful secret. Calling the police can easily cause problems himself to be investigated. The second choice not only makes him worry that the body is discovered and the police come to him, but also contains other dangers:

After the ambassador behind Meurso confirmed that his subordinates were missing or dead, he would definitely send people to No. 15 Minsk Street again. At that time, what Klein encountered might be the enemy of Sequence 7 or even Sequence 6, behind the forces opposite him might be a country, a powerful country.

The third option seems to be the wisest and safest, and avoids all risks, but there are also disadvantages, that is, Klein's portrait is likely to be wanted, and he is in the eyes of Mrs. Summer, neighbor, and lawyer Jurgen, and others. He is unpretentious. When the corresponding newspaper is released, even if it is limited to the Greater Beckland area, Klein is likely to be recognized by Daly's night-worthy person, and the problem becomes big and troublesome.

Since Ince Zangwell and the seal "0-08", he is likely to be hunted by a strong man at the first level of the senior deacon.

Of course, there is another branch of the third option, which is to hide the body, throw the evidence into the sewer, and then escape, but this is also a danger of being wanted, because the ambassador on the opposite side may instruct members of the Zmanger Party to call the police if they cannot find someone, and use Beckland's official power to search for it. If he can lock in Klein's whereabouts, the development of the matter will be equivalent to the second option.

After thinking about it, Klein quickly made a decision:

Divination...

Of course, he actually had a tendency in his mind, that is, he chose the least of both evils. The first option is relatively less risky. He can grasp the initiative to a certain extent, and can use exposure and attract the attention of official forces to suppress the ambassador's subsequent actions and not be too crazy.

Turning out the paper and writing the divination sentences, Klein untie the spiritual pendant inside the cuff of his left wrist, allowing the citrine pendant to hang naturally, almost touching the surface.

"I should call the police."

"I should call the police."

...

After finishing silently, he saw the spirit plaque rotating clockwise, with a considerable amplitude and a faster speed.

This means a considerable degree of affirmation!

After divining the other two options in turn, they both got negative answers, Klein no longer hesitated and began to deal with the scene.

He put on black gloves and searched Meerso's body, found a sharp dagger, a small stack of cash, a box of cigarettes, a lighter, and some debris.

Klein put the rest back, took off his gloves, grabbed the dagger directly, stabbed it into the wound in Meurso's throat, destroying its original shape.

Then he put on his gloves and asked Meurso to grab the dagger.

After doing all this, Klein collected the extraordinary characteristics of Meurso, his homemade spells, tarot cards, blood-stained contracts, paper writing divination sentences and various materials from his home, and put them in a paper bag.

Then, he held his own ritual to "summon" himself and became a special spirit.

After carrying the Azker copper whistle and making himself stronger and stronger, Klein picked up the paper bag, ended his summoning, and returned to the grey fog.

He temporarily placed those real objects behind the high-back chair of the "Fool" and left behind the Azker copper whistle. Then he easily simulated the feeling of falling down and re-entered his own body.

The reason why Klein did not burn off the blood-stained contract and the paper writing divination statements was because he was worried that after calling the police, the matter would be transferred to a special department, and some powerful people came to conduct targeted divination.

Once there is a barrier of gray fog, even if the eternal ray of sun comes in person, there will be no effective answer.

This is also the reason why Klein puts his weekly review and summary on the fog after the promotion sequence 8 and his spirituality has been greatly improved.

He can't stand up to great doubts and in-depth investigations now!

Removing the spiritual wall and letting the sudden swell of wind blow away the residual smell of the ritual materials. The only items related to the extraordinary and mysterious realm in Klein and the entire room were the candles burning quietly in front of him.

But this time, he chose an ordinary candle. Anyway, he prayed to himself and summoned himself, so there was no need to be so particular.

In a family, it is very reasonable, normal and in line with the characteristics of the times, even if there is only one bachelor in this family.

After extinguishing the candle and putting it back in place, Klein took out his golden pocket watch, pressed it open and took a look, estimating how many minutes before Mersau died, and adding the minimum time it would take for the police department to send someone to investigate and report it layer by layer.

He wanted to make sure that even if there were extraordinary people to investigate, the time of Meurso's death had passed.

In mysticism, this is an important time node in the field of psychics. If it exceeds it, the information that can be obtained is quite limited and very vague. For example, the person who can communicate with the psychics and kill Meurso is "Sherlock Moriarty", but the specific details of death cannot be obtained.

As for whether the other party may divine whether the hidden dangers of extraordinary factors are involved, Klein is not worried at all, because the main extraordinary factors involved (the blood-stained standard contract) are above the gray fog...

The role of his own premonition and fighting ability will be confused. The opponent's divination will definitely point to the mysterious space above the gray fog, and will definitely be disturbed.

Fortunately, I am also professional... I feel like Moriarty... Klein reexamined the scene and after confirming that there was no problem, he began to ticke the pocket watch pointer.

After exceeding the estimated limit, he put on gold-rimmed glasses and waited for a few more minutes before pulling out the door.

At this time, the sky in Beckland was already dark, and the gas street lights on the street illuminated the rainy environment.

Minsk Street is a neighborhood where middle-class people gather, and police often patrol. Klein waited for a while before discovering the target and immediately met.

They were two lower-level police officers with only one V on the shoulder stamp. They were carrying guns, short sticks, and umbrellas, looking around.

"Police officer! Some gangsters attacked me!" Crane shouted skillfully.

His embarrassing appearance made the two policemen dare not neglect, and they each pulled out their short sticks and looked to the side with caution.

"Where is the gangster?" asked the brown-eyed policeman with a round face in a deep voice.

Klein pointed to his house and said:

"He sneaked into my home and wanted to kill me!"

"In the fight, I accidentally stabbed him to death!"

Killed... The two policemen looked at each other and looked at Klein in a censorship manner:

“Take us there.”

"Okay!" Klein pretended to be alive and led the two policemen to No. 15 Minsk Street, took out the keys and opened the door.

The two policemen first saw the messy scene, then noticed the corpse lying on the ground, the hideous wounds in each other's throat, and a blood-stained dagger.

"You protect the scene, I will return to the police station to report to the chief." Another officer said to his round-faced and brown-eyed companion.

"Okay." The policeman with round face and brown eyes turned his eyes to Klein, and the expression on his face and the words on his body revealed his alert and guard.

After a while, wearing a black and white uniform and three V-shaped sheriffs led the previous police officer and two other subordinates to arrive.

While the officers checked the scene and collected clues, the sheriff with a short brown beard under his chin brought Klein aside and made preliminary inquiries:

"Name."

"Sherlock Moriarty, here is my rent bill, for half a year." Klein took out the things he had prepared long ago.

The sheriff took a casual look and continued to ask:

"What profession?"

"Private detective." Klein answered frankly.

The sheriff frowned and said, "Do you know the deceased? Do you know why he attacked you?"

"I know him, his name is Meurso, the executioner of the Zmanger Party." Klein said without waiting for the other party to ask, "I had accepted a commission from Ian Wright, who asked me to investigate his previous employer Detective Zerel Victor Lee. This matter happened to be related to the Zmanger Party and Meurso."

"I followed the other party and found that he met a very status gentleman secretly, and he called the other party Mr. Ambassador." After saying this, Klein saw the sheriff's face change a few times.

"Does the ambassador... know his name?" the sheriff said to himself and asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know, but if I see his photos, I will definitely recognize them." Klein said the truth. "This morning, Meurso visited me and asked me to find Ian Wright, based on the work ethic of a private detective, I rejected him. As a result, in the evening, I was attacked and almost killed by him. Fortunately, my fighting level was pretty good and my reaction was alert enough."

The sheriff pondered for a moment and asked about the specific fight process. Klein almost described it in its original form, at most he changed the premonition to a reaction, and changed the final thrown standard contract to a dagger dropped by the other party.

"Well... you come back to the police station first, wait for the results of the autopsy, the conclusions of the on-site investigation and the inquiries of relevant people." The sheriff's mind seemed to be no longer on this matter, and seemed a little perfunctory.

He only has one idea now:

This is an important case involving foreign ambassadors!

You must report it immediately!

In a trance, he suddenly remembered a question and quickly added:

“What is your faith?”

"The God of Steam and Machinery." Klein replied without hesitation.

The Storm Church’s Beckland headquarters is located in the Joewood District, so extraordinary cases are often handed over to them, but there is an exception, that is, the faith of the person involved is unified and not the Lord of the Storm.

In order not to meet the night-time person, Klein had to be sorry for the goddess.

ps: The early morning meeting will be updated one chapter in advance.

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Chapter completed!