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Klein wants to think that this is possible, otherwise who will have nothing to borrow from the journals:

"Well, the area of ​​the ancient ruins of Hornachs is so unpopular. In addition to the corresponding lecturers and associate professors, the average fan has never heard of it. Even the university graduated from the history department is from Antioch. The Gonos family notes only learned that... Although Tingen is a university city, there shouldn’t be too many people interested in this matter...even if there are, most of them exist on the university campus, there is no need to specialize Deville Library borrowed..."

"The most important thing is that the borrowed node happens to be the most recent time..."

"With such an analysis, there is really a problem. I was not sensitive enough at the time. I didn't even think of it... Hey, it seems that I am not a detective, playing the talent of Sherlock Holmes...

His thoughts flashed, and the owner of the "Dragon Bar", Swein, wondered:

"Any questions?"

Because there are guests around and there is a bartender, he can only ask in general terms.

"No problem, I was just thinking about how to investigate this gentleman. You know, Hainas Vansente died at home." Klein was ready to speak.

He did not want the "offenders" to be interested in the ancient ruins of the main peak of Hornachs.

“Vence is a well-known diviner in the city of Tingen. I often come to me.” Swein was perfunctory and recalled. “Think carefully, this gentleman in the portrait is really and Where Vincent came together..."

"This is exactly what I want to know. Do you remember his name?" Klein immediately asked.

Swein shook his head:

"I won't ask my customer's name and identity unless I know it, like Daniel."

"Okay." Klein deliberately showed some frustration.

For him, Swein knows that it doesn't matter, because he can go to the Devil Library to investigate.

Borrowing books in this privately donated library will inevitably leave personal information, and there is still enough credibility!

It should be known that Klein had to obtain a debit card by relying on the introduction letter of the senior associate professor with a seal.

Even if the gentleman forged the information, there is a great possibility of leaving clues to help me to divination... Klein watched Swein heading for the bar and thoughtfully entered the billiard room.

He is not in a hurry to go to the Devil Library to investigate, and intends to complete the procurement first. After all, no one can say clearly, there will be danger in the follow-up, and there is no need to use ritual magic.

Through several rooms, Klein entered the underground trading market, where the booths and customers were quite rare, apparently not yet reaching the peak.

He just stepped forward and suddenly saw the "monster" Admiral, who said last time that he had the taste of death, stood in the corner.

The young man with a pale face and a horrible madness in his eyes was also aware of it and looked over.

When the line of sight touched, Admiral suddenly reached out and covered his face, panicked and leaned against the corner, moving step by step.

Soon, he moved to the side door and ran out.

"Does this be necessary? It’s not that I almost blinded you last time... but I didn’t do anything... really, just like me is a big devil." Klein’s expression was slightly stiff.

He shook his head and didn't think about the "monster" again. He came to the booth and started to pick and buy it purposefully.

Half an hour later, Klein used most of the private money and used a few pounds.

Counting the remaining 3 pounds of 17 Sule banknotes, he was distressed and satisfactorily stroking the metal bottles in the small pockets inside the black windbreaker.

"This is the 'Amanda' pure dew that Ms. Dai Li used."

“This is a mixture of dragon tree bark and leaves.”

"The essential oil extracted from the deep sleep flower."

"Dried chamomile petals."

"This is the 'Holy Powder' that I have just brewed with my own materials."

......

Klein recalled the items in each small pocket over and over again, so as not to be in a hurry and could not find the material he wanted.

Relying on the speciality of the mysterious field, he quickly completed his memory and stepped forward to export.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye saw a slightly familiar figure.

This is a young lady wearing a tender green light dress. Her hair is soft and shiny, her face is round, her eyes are slender, her face is sweet, and her temperament is gentle.

Was the last lady who was not shaking physically? She looks really okay... I didn't expect her to be a occultist... Klein slowed down, thought for a few seconds, and finally remembered who the other person was.

He has to admit that, in addition to the "justice" that can't see the appearance of the present, the young lady is the one with the highest value among the girls he has seen after crossing the border.

The sweet Miss Wenwen stood in front of a stall selling occult books, and she fell a little rudely, and her fingers rubbed through an ancient book.

The ancient book was made of dark black hard paper and covered with the book "The Book of Witches".

"There is a black magic that records the witch. Although I didn't dare to try it, some people tried it and it worked." The stall owner seized the opportunity to sell.

Wen Wen sweet lady sinks for a few seconds:

"What is the witch like in your heart?"

"Witch? The evil man who brought disaster, disease and pain." The stall owner replied with a thought.

Their conversation, Klein did not hear, because he has quickly stepped out of the door, because he is anxious to go to the Devil Library, anxious to do everything to go home to dinner for his brother and sister, to make tomato oxtail soup.

............

Beckland, the crown racetrack.

Audrey Hall is wearing a lambskin sleeve, ruffled, white lace dress with lace on her chest, standing in the VIP box and looking at the fast-sprinting horses.

She wore a gauze hat with blue ribbons and silk flowers, and gloves with light gauze gloves. The eyes were cold and alienated, as if they couldn't get into this lively occasion.

On the occasion of the horse racing line, her friend, the priest Glylint, came together and pressed down the voice:

"Audrey, every time you see you, you have different beauty."

“Is there anything?” Audrey may have been immersed in the praises of the other party for a short time, but now she sees the friend’s other purpose from the language and attitude of Glylint.

Because of his father’s early death, Glylint inherited the title just after twenty. He was a slightly thin young man. He looked around and smiled low:

"Audrey, I met a real extraordinary, not the extraordinary of the royal family."

Every time you say this, every time you are disappointing... Audrey looks at the front and smiles gracefully:

"really?"

"I use my father's reputation to guarantee that I have seen his extraordinary strength." Glylint whispered.

Audrey is not as excited as it used to be, because she is also an extraordinary person, but considering that she should not let Glalint doubt the problem, she still widened her eyes and outlined a surprise smile. The trembling asked:

"When can I see him?"

Well, seeing other extraordinary people, you can't get a little thing to get to the Tarot meeting... and I have to have my own resources, which can be used to exchange resources with Mr. Fool and the hangman...not Anything can be solved with money...calling, after sending out the thousand pounds, I have to save a little...

Glylint is very satisfied with Audrey's reaction and looks at the racetrack outside:

"Tomorrow afternoon, my home will have a salon of literature and music."

............

Inside the Deville Library.

Klein pulled out his ID and badge from his pocket and placed it in front of several administrators.

"I am a trainee inspector of the Special Operations Department of the Ahowa County Police Department. I have something to do with your investigation." He recalled the police film he had seen before, and said in a loud voice.

Several administrators looked through the documents and badges and glanced at each other and nodded:

"Police officer, you are asking questions."

Klein read the names of journals such as "New Archaeology" and ended up:

"I want the borrowing records of these journals, the last two months."

He found that the librarian had the person who had received him last time, but the other party apparently failed to recognize him.

"Okay, you wait a little longer." Several administrators began to get busy and quickly found out the most recent borrowing records.

Klein looked carefully and looked for the names of the same journals he borrowed.

There are not many such names, only one. He has borrowed several times in succession. The journals borrowed basically contain the parts that Klein knows. The earliest borrowing records are at the end of May, and the most recent one was last Saturday, Heiner. The day before the death of Vincent.

Klein rubbed the borrower's information with his fingers and kept them in his heart:

"Cyris Aripes, a cloth merchant, lives in the Halls neighborhood on the 19th..."