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“Do you live at the No. 19 in Howth Street?”

When remembering the data, Klein keenly grasped a message.

"Well, Welch's residence is in the Howles neighborhood, the divination club is in the Halls neighborhood, and the cloth merchant called Sirius Aripis is also in the Halls district... so it seems that Welch It’s not a strange thing to know Hainas. Vincent, even he knows through Sirius Aripis...”

Between Horan, Klein felt that the clues were connected and the thoughts became smooth.

He had a question about why Welch knew Henas Vansente because the banker’s son was not a hobbyist. For him, money is more useful than divination. Now, Klein I feel that I can initially infer the process of getting to know each other:

“According to the descriptions of various magazines, the middle class and the wealthy are very happy to visit neighbors at the same level to form a social circle that will help them. Welch and the cloth merchant Sirius, who are also in the Halls district, are fully motivated. Have the opportunity to be friends..."

"Sirius knows that Hainas. Vincent, who often goes to the Diels Club in the Halls Street, is not particularly difficult to understand. Maybe an encounter, maybe a help, will make people who are long-term in the same area familiar... ”

"Hainas Vansente wants to sell the ancient books in his hand, so through the introduction of Sirius, he found the history department student Welch..."

"The image of the suspected evil **** 'real creator' appeared in the Henas dream, and it also has the correct spell format. This shows that he has gone deep in the field of occult, and does not rule out the possibility of being a member of a hidden organization. ......"

"It is not excluded that he joins the secret organization is the possibility of being guided by Sirius."

......

Between the surge of ideas, even if Klein did not use divination, he almost determined that the information left by the other party had a lot of credibility:

"Even if you don't call Sirius Aripes, you are not a cloth merchant. If you don't live on the 19th, he must belong to the Howth district, or the nearby area!"

Klein rethinking the borrowing record of the other side while thinking about it:

"The last time I went to the Devils Library was last Saturday, the day before the Selena birthday dinner, the day before the death of Heinz Vansente, and now, several days have passed, he still has not borrowed The journal magazine is returned."

"According to the previous record, in the case of only borrowing two journals, he will usually come again the next day."

"Does this mean that Sirius knows the death of Henas and is frightened and afraid to come to the Devils Library again?"

“Well, he started borrowing a lot of unrelated historical books and periodicals, and later he gradually became clear about the goals, and there was a large-scale coincidence with those I borrowed...”

"This shows that he has no one to guide, and there is no senior associate professor in the Department of History of the University to ask for advice.

"What will happen if the target is frightened? Two options. First, when the information is basically complete, he will go straight to the main peak of the Hornachs Mountains. Second, when the main conditions are lacking, he will hide first and see. When you look at the limelight, you will see it again after you confirm that the death of Hainas is not involved."

Thinking of this, Klein folded the borrowing record, pushed it back to several librarians, and took out portraits to ask if they had seen the target. Unfortunately, there were a lot of borrowers coming here every day, administrators. It is hard to be impressed by people who have no obvious characteristics.

"Okay, trouble you." Klein took away the documents and badges.

He didn't plan to go it alone, it was not only dangerous, but also cumbersome. He planned to go to Zouteland Street again, hand over the next thing to the captain and teammates, and he went home to make tomatoes for his brother and sister. The oxtail soup, by the way, uses the mysterious space above the fog to divinate the status and whereabouts of the target.

"Police officer, is there anything else?" An administrator sighed and asked earnestly.

Klein nodded slightly:

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

He held the black silver cane in his left hand and walked quickly to the door.

Just then, he saw a man wearing a black double-breasted dress and letting the collar rise high and head in.

At the moment when the two sides passed by, Klein aimed at the thick and messy eyebrows of the other side, aiming at a pair of gray-blue eyes!

These are the parts that the tall collar can't hide!

Sirius? Sirius Aripis? So clever? Klein stunned and didn't expect to meet the target directly!

What is this luck!

This is too smart, right?

He measured himself and felt the soreness of his muscles, so nothing happened and he continued to the door.

Well, to be a man, you have to follow the wishes of your heart and keep your head steady!

As long as Sirius has not left Tingen, this miss is irrelevant!

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

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

The librarian took the journal freely, took a look, and suddenly caught it.

He subconsciously looked up and looked across, and the body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Is there a problem?" asked the man who cocked the collar high.

His words are like the sparks that ignited the explosives barrel, let the administrator get out of control instantly, running sideways, shouting loudly:

"police officer!"

"The criminal is here!"

... At this moment, there is only one sentence in the heart of Klein who has not had time to go out.

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

And the man was first stunned, then turned and ran away.

However, he did not rush to the door, but fled to the side of the convex window, it seems to break the glass and jump outside.

Klein, who was flustered, turned to see this scene, and suddenly he settled down.

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

"In such a hasty encounter, the other party can't judge my strength. I don't know what I am good at. So, if he is guilty, he will definitely avoid the positive conflict and seek other ways to escape!" Ryan lifted the revolver and pulled the trigger.

At this time, the man in a black double-breasted dress slammed and tried to avoid the bullets.

Then, with his right hand pressed, the whole person vacated and rushed to the glass of the convex window.

puff! Klein’s first shot was an empty bomb.

However, this was something he had expected. He took advantage of Sirius's hard-to-avoid opportunity in the air and pulled the trigger again toward the most convenient torso.

Pong!

The silver hunter bullet penetrated the air and steadily plunged into the back of Sirius.

Dangdang! The glass broke, and Sirius ran out, leaving a drop of red blood and a piece of crystal on the window sill.

Seeing the other side injured, Klein was no longer timid, ran over, with a chair, jumped onto the window sill and leaped outside.

It was behind the first floor of the Deville Library, and rows of tall trees lined up with a lush green lawn.

In the middle of a shot, Sirius was running sideways, trying to enter the alleys between the two buildings. Klein had not yet made a hit rate when he was running. He did not dare to shoot blindly. He could only hold a stick and one hand. Holding the gun, followed by the back of the black dress and struggling.

Hey!

His blood drops along the ground, trying to shorten the distance between the two.

Seeing the corner is in sight, seeing the injured Sirius slower and slower, Klein, who is waiting for the opportunity, suddenly has a heartbeat, only that the person in front seems not to be human, but the wolf, the tiger, the terrible Danger.

This is his instinct as a diviner, this is the warning of his spirituality!

Klein immediately slowed down, and the corners of his eyes swept the blood on the ground:

Compared to the original, the blood that Sirius is now dripping has turned black!

Just then, a gust of wind blew, Klein's eyes reflected the face of Sirius.

It was thick and messy eyebrows, it was gray-blue eyes, it was a raised sarcoma, it was the cracked corner of the mouth, it was the white teeth.

Sirius actually launched a counterattack at this moment!

This made Klein's face more and more clear, so that he seems to smell a stench!

Snapped! Sirius saved a distance of seven or eight meters, significantly exceeding the scope of normal people, but because Klein stopped chasing in time, the two sides were separated by nearly ten meters.

Less than two meters away, the mouth of the sticky saliva and the dense sarcoma of the nausea to the extreme constitute a clear and horrifying picture, making Klein's spirit highly tense.

He didn't even think about it. He slammed the other party's short-lived stiffness, raised his right hand, and slammed the bullets, causing the bullets to pour toward the head of the target.

Pong! Pong! Pong! Pong!

Very close shots let the silver hunting demon bullets one after another into the head of Sirius, playing the other side's blood splash, the face is blurred, playing the other side back stagnation.

In one breath, the bullets in the revolver were shot, and Klein subconsciously wanted to retreat and confirm the results.

But at this time, Sirius, who was trying to stand up straight, gave him a great startle, and let him suddenly sway the cane held by his left palm.

Snapped! The hard black silver cane draws the neck of Sirius and draws a deep red mark.

Hey!

Klein instinctively smacked each other until Sirius wobbled to the ground.

call! call! call! Klein slammed his hand with his cane, gasping for a gasp, staring at the target, fearing that the other party suddenly swindled.

At this point, Sirius's head almost became a broken ripe watermelon, and the remaining dense sarcoma began to subside, and the body returned to calm after a few convulsions.

Klein didn't hurry to check the body, but dropped his cane and pulled out the demon bullets that he carried with him, one by one and stuffed into the revolver.

After doing all this, he stabilized his spirit, resisted nausea, and squatted down and explored the pockets of Sirius' black double-breasted gown.