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The eyelashes of Fols lying on the floor of the living room shook a few times, and the eyes slowly opened. When I saw the bright moon hanging out of the window, it was like a red disc, and the blushing blush of the past became full of richness. Bloody light.

I didn't die, I didn't get out of control... I wasn't dreaming... I really had a mysterious and powerful "fool" who saved me... Firth turned and sat up, examined himself, and found that in addition to the hair becoming longer and denser, the rest There are no other abnormalities in the parts.

"But compared to before, my life is completely different... I don't know if this is good or bad..." In his silent voice, Fols sat on the ground like a knee, screaming, sometimes screaming, sometimes Oh, sometimes sad, sometimes stunned.

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

Above the fog, Klein looked at the chair with the symbol "Layer of Layers" behind him, whispering thoughtfully:

"I don't know what the slang contains."

"When she has sequence 7, or sequence 6, she should be able to counter the negative effects and hear the contents of the slang."

"If she hasn't mastered the 'playing method', let Miss 'Justice' help me to teach me. I use the sacred object as a basis to swear to the goddess. I can't do things that don't understand the 'playing the law'. ""

"...When I am promoted to Sequence 5, I become a 'Master of Secrets'. Maybe I can manipulate her remotely with the help of the corresponding ceremony and the speciality of this mysterious space. I can directly see the scene she saw and hear the sound she heard."

"That can confirm whether it is ‘door’ Mr....”

"This is a gentleman who has witnessed the history of the Quaternary. It is probably older than Mr. Azke who has lived forever."

"I don't know if his strength and level are equivalent to a sequence, 2? or even 1?"

After thinking for a while, he felt spiritual instability, and he fell into the fog and returned to the real world.

This is a normal phenomenon that has not been promoted for a long time, so Kline gave up his intention to go out, patience at home to meditate, and to dissipate the spirituality of distraction.

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

In the early morning, Firth took the first steam train and returned to St. George's District, then transferred to the public carriage and arrived at the two-bedroom room where she and Hugh lived.

Just entering the door, she suddenly found that she would sleep very late and had a toasted bread there.

"There was a **** moon suddenly last night, which made me feel a little sleepy. I woke up very early. Fols, are you not doing? Is the strange proverb getting stronger?" Hugh raised his head, concerned Asked a question.

Fols’s gaze was suddenly blurred, and she turned her head to look aside, squeezing her smile and using the usual tone of the other’s tone:

"What about your brain? Didn't I say that? When bloody, the slang will definitely become stronger!"

"But it has no effect on me. Well, it has no effect. You see me, now I am more spiritual!"

"Hey, give me a piece of bread too!"

"Do you not love this kind of eating?" He took care of his short blond hair and whispered a whisper.

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

After completing the initial revenge, and getting promoted, Klein fell to sleep in the dawn, leisurely went out to buy a fee for Nenett noodles for breakfast, and served with a Desi pie with a cup of sweet iced tea.

Satisfied with the perfect food, he put down the knife and fork, picked up the newspaper, and began to read in a very relaxed mood.

At a glance, he found that the headline of the Tasok newspaper read:

"Sweet Moon Night, killer reappears!"

Again? Klein was busy flipping the front pages of other newspapers and saw a lot of similar titles:

"The real 11th! The police are helpless!"

"The cold-blooded murderer once again provoked the police!"

"The atmosphere of panic is pervading Beckland!"

This...the night and the punters are definitely a headache? Klein felt a heartfelt feeling in his heart.

Honestly, he has the urge to grab the murderer.

When he was on earth, he was incapable of imagining himself to uphold justice and punish evil scenes. Now, as an extraordinary person in Sequence 7, Klein feels that he is not a superhero, and he is sorry for the past.

Oh, unfortunately, this case has received a lot of attention. I will mix it in, isn’t waiting to reveal my identity? To be a man, you still have to be sensible... and, according to the "Sun" classmate, the murderer is probably in the sequence of the sequence of 6 liters. I won't be afraid of him with so many spells and spell-like abilities, but it may not be. Can catch him, the risk is high... After thinking about it, Klein still chose to follow the strongest thoughts inside and be an ordinary citizen.

He believes that with the strength of several churches, if the murderer continues to commit crimes, it may not be small!

After turning over the relevant news, Klein took a closer look at the "Beckland Morning Post" and found that the fifth edition reappeared the advertisement of Ernst Commercial Bank's acquisition of goods.

"There will be a party at eight o'clock tomorrow night. It is just right to sell the medullary crystal of the Elven Fountain to the pharmacist..." Klein whispered, remembering the first four numbers of all the quotes.

After half an hour, he read the thick pile of newspapers in front of him and seriously thought about his future plans:

"The long-term plan is to raise the sequence of Jin, become a strong man of the demigod and half man, and plan for revenge on Ings Zangweier."

"The medium-term plan is to find a way to play the 'magician', gradually sum up the corresponding code, and digest the potion a little. In this process, collect the characteristics of the human skin that the 'no face' needs, deep sea naga hair Thousands of hunters have different pituitary and blood in the brain, and how to remove the evil spirits in the objects."

"Well... the extraordinary material of the sequence of 6 levels, each piece is around 1500 pounds, really expensive!"

"In addition, to obtain a magical item of partial attack or control, the 'magician' is very strong, but the extraordinary ability is more concentrated on life, escape, and adapt to the environment. The strongest attack is equivalent to a special revolver. It’s just that the victory is unexpected, and there is no means to control the enemy."

"Short-term plan, short-term plan... Oh, wait until the paper cuts the 'people', prepare for the ability to play, and go to the circus in the afternoon, both as relaxation and entertainment, and by looking at ordinary magician performances. Inspiration, um, I read the newspaper, Bakerland has several fixed circuses..."

After clearing his mind, Klein immediately packed up the plates, cleaned the cutlery, and put in a busy preparation.

Near noon, he put down his scissors and looked at the three rough paper people in front of him. He sighed and muttered:

"This is probably the first time I have been doing this manual work so carefully for the first time in my life..."

"Fortunately, it's just a paper-cut person, not a window cut, not an embroidery, a personal shape!"

"Hey, if my hands have become dexterous, I am afraid I will fail today..."

- Klein has just tried the ability with extra paper people and confirmed it.

After folding the paper man and hiding it in a stack of notes, Klein put them away and put them in their pockets.

Just when he was going to go out to a better restaurant to enjoy the food, and then to the recent circus to watch the performance, the doorbell was suddenly ringing, and the sound of the jingling sound echoed.

"Delegation? The advertisement I posted should be off the shelf..." Klein wore a necklined shirt and a thin, warm sweater, came to the door and held the handle.

At the same time, the image of the visitor naturally emerged in his mind:

It was a man of nearly forty years old, and his body was quite fat. Standing there seemed to be quite difficult.

His eyes were squeezed very small by the flesh on his face, his skin was rough but very white, with a gentleman's stick in his hand and a very tall and very big top hat on his head.

Although Beckland in October has been said to be cold, the man’s forehead is clearly sweating.

There were two waiters next to him wearing bright red coats, and he was holding him from right to left.

I don't know... Klein sighed and opened the door in the absence of his own inspiration.

"Good afternoon, this weather is really hot." The obese middle-aged man took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

As he spoke, a cold wind blew, and the two waiters next to him trembled a few times.

"Good afternoon, may I ask if you have anything?" Klein asked politely.

"You are Sherlock. Moriarty detective? I have something to entrust." The middle-aged man smiled reluctantly. "Forget yourself, I am Logo Carman, a jeweler."

"Please come in." Klein smiled and let the road open.

Luo Ge Caroman stepped heavily into the room and sat down on the sofa, letting the furniture of some years have resisted.

"What is it?" Kline took out a copper penny and skillfully let it roll and spin at the fingertips.

Luo Ge sighed:

"I want to ask you to protect my child until tomorrow afternoon, he got some crazy."

"Until tomorrow afternoon? You found a solution? Why not call the police?" Klein asked quickly and slowly.

Luo Ge silently took two seconds:

"Yatru met several bad friends and led them to do something bad. Well, it is not too serious, but it will go to jail. There is really no other way. I don't want to call the police. ”

"He recently fell out with those bad friends, and the whole person suddenly collapsed, and he always wanted those people to come and kill him."

“I was very worried, so I asked the security company to ask six senior security guards to be vigilant. Then I hired four private detectives and took turns to follow Atru, even if I was sleeping.”

"But one of the detectives suddenly had something out there and needed to return tomorrow afternoon. I had to ask another one."

"I am sorry, I can only hire you for one day."

"Well... pay £10. If you are in danger, I will add it extra, and I will definitely satisfy you."

This way... 10 pounds a day, equivalent to Mr. Summer's salary for more than a week... Klein initially confirmed that he did not lie.

In the brief silence in the living room, the copper penny that was constantly flipping between his fingers suddenly leaped and slammed into the palm of his hand.

Klein glanced at him and bent his fingers. He smiled slightly:

"Complete."