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According to Klein’s experience in detecting detective animations of such detective films, people who cover their faces with scarves and cover their body features with coats are mostly problematic. There is a high probability of hiding secrets, especially now. In winter, the temperature of the violent sea is far from being cold.

However, this has nothing to do with me. Even if a secret murder case occurs, the headache should be the captain... Wait for the divination on the fog to see if the trip will go smoothly... Klein doesn’t care much but it’s a little bit too Not thinking inadvertently.

He then regained his gaze and looked at the dix grilled fish from the waiter.

After dinner, he returned to his own cabin, completed a divination on the fog, and got the conclusion that the environment would not change much and everything went smoothly.

This made Klein easy to fall asleep without meditation, and it was dawn.

The sound of the whistle of the whistle sounded, and the passenger wheel slowly turned and left the port of Harman.

When the dock was still faintly visible, Klein saw a figure appearing there.

The figure is wearing a white shirt and a dark blue jacket. It has a tall nose, deep eyelids, light blue eyes and brown micro-rolled hair. The contours are hard and the chin is slightly raised. It has a feeling of despising everyone.

His eyes swept away and quickly locked the passenger ship that Klein was riding.

At this time, the sky suddenly darkened, as if it had become a gateway to the dark and illusory land.

The deafening hurricane picked up from the bottom of the sea, mixed with a large amount of blue straight above, and the deep lightning was like a crevice of the void, constantly appearing and disappearing due to self-healing.

This blocks all the sight between the passenger ship and the dock, making the two seem to be in different worlds.

The violent sea once again showed its horror.

The passenger ship can't escape, can't resist, can only continue to drive along the safe passage with weak storm.

It’s a coincidence... This shouldn’t be a coincidence... Klein, who stood behind the glass window of the cabin, first secretly felt that there was an unnatural factor in the sudden changes in the violent sea.

- Although the weather in the violent sea is changing to become the norm, it is still suspicion that the change just happens at a certain node.

"The gentleman on the dock is tracking the suspicious passengers of the ship last night? And the passengers see the leaks, simply change the sky and let the passengers forcibly stay away?" Klein thought of the previous things, vaguely speculation.

And if that's the case, it means that suspicious travelers who cover their faces with scarves are likely to be half-god or carry a "1" seal!

You must know that with Kline’s current strengths and objects, if you do not use the “Poseidon Scepter”, you will not be able to induce this degree of astronomical change.

Of course, he may have another way, that is, throw out the Azick copper whistle to see if the entire violent sea can be violent.

"Really, I just want to go to the Southland like a normal rich man. I will encounter a semi-god chase on the way... Hey, I have taken too much pressure from this sequence that doesn't belong to me..." Klein laughed at himself and finally Choose to believe in the divination that was done last night.

During the storm, the passenger ship sailed in a calmer space, swaying in the doomsday scene, and most of the passengers on the ship were calm, seemingly adapted to this state, only a few first pass through the violent The talents of the sea are trembled, and they are holding all kinds of places that can be caught.

Time passed by, the wind and lightning gradually subsided, and the sky brightened a little.

At this time, Klein's inspiration on the deck suddenly touched, and the subconscious looked sideways at the place where Harman Port was.

Above the undulating dark blue water, under the scattered white clouds, a little blazing fire flew from far and near, high speed.

This flare is getting bigger and bigger, more and more clear, and finally shows a complete appearance, this is a huge flame rifle!

The flame rifle broke through the sky and landed on the front of the passenger liner, but did not ignite anything. It burned through half a piece of wood. It spread out directly and reorganized into a figure.

This figure has a high nose, deep eye sockets, and blue eyeballs. It is the man who suddenly appeared at the pier before!

He was close to middle-aged, slowly looking around, walking through the round-eyed passengers and entering the cabin.

The same "stunned" Daun. Tang Taisi breathed a sigh of relief, confirming that the other party really did not come to him.

The appearance of the game just can be said to be very handsome. It is a demigod... The only problem now is that I hope that the two of them will not fight. Even if the conflict is inevitable, try to go to the sea next door. Otherwise, the ship will not be able to keep it... I can actually "transfer" and leave, but it is still relatively smooth, but with so many passengers, I can save a few more... Klein habitually painted a blushing month on the chest, praying for the goddess to bless.

He had just turned around and thought that a figure flew out of the hatch and fell heavily on the deck, the suspicious passenger who had covered his face with a scarf.

At this time, the gentleman had revealed half of his face, the front of his nose was red, his beard was thick, and saliva remained.

His eyes close to the triangle were full of fear, his hands on the deck, constantly moving the body backwards.

"Who asked you to bring that thing and do it like this?" At the door of the cabin, the middle-aged man with the blue eyeball of the high nose just walked out slowly and asked in the Intis language.

Suspicious travelers frantically shook their heads:

"No, I don't know. He also dressed like this, gave it to me, gave me 100 pounds, let me take this boat to the Southland, and return myself!"

The middle-aged man looked at him silently, his eyes sharp as if he could penetrate a person's soul.

This made the suspicious traveler's forehead sweat mad, his body trembled, and he stuttered again to explain, but the content described did not change.

The man regained his gaze, and the body suddenly ignited a blazing flame.

Then he turned into a huge flame pistol and directed to the area where Harman Port was located.

This flame pistol is getting farther and farther away, and it takes only a long time for only one ignition light to be left.

Throughout the process, the demigod did not look at the passengers around him except at the beginning, as if they did not exist.

"A very simple but clever trick... people pretend that they are boarding and leaving, and use some way to manipulate the sky, to create evidence that they are on board, but actually stay in the port until the enemy catches up, then Another way to find out..." Klein made his own judgment.

This made him a bit skeptical about whether the person being chased was once a "conspirator", "magician" or other extraordinary person who was good at tricks.

As for the previous one, from the incarnation of flames, blazing rifles, arrogance, irritability, and Intis language, Klein believes that the high probability is the half-god of the "hunter" approach, and may be the "iron knight."

I don't know why they are in conflict... Klein shook his head and walked back to the cabin.

On the deck, the passengers finally came back, and they whispered each other about the supernatural phenomenon they just saw:

A person can turn into a flame, and a flame can reconstitute humans!

In the noisy movement, the passenger liner continued to follow the safe waterway, and no further accidents occurred on the way. He arrived at another port in the evening.

Klein did not disembark as usual, lest he should encounter something.

He took out the gold-shelled pocket watch and glanced at it to determine when to go to the restaurant.

Wait another two quarters... Klein silently said a word, lifted his head and looked out the window.

At this time, many passengers who are scheduled to disembark at the current port are carrying the suitcase and going to the dock along the ramp.

At a glance, Kline’s gaze suddenly stopped on a figure.

The figure wears a black soft hat, dark gold on the horns, high nose, high lips, and deep lines on the side, like classical sculpture, without a little wrinkles.

He did not mention the luggage, and soon climbed the dock along the crowd and disappeared at the corner of the road.

Klein looked at it like that, and the body didn't move, it seemed to be no longer his own.

He only felt his blood chilling a little bit, and he uttered a name in his mind:

Ince Zangweier!

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

The gas street lights on the pier have been lit up, and the passenger ships are greeted by different windows.

In the first class room of Daun Dontes, it was dark and silent.

Klein had sat down, his face had no expression, and his thoughts in his mind were hard to contain:

"This is the first time I found the trace of Ings Zangweier after the Bakerland smog incident...

"Before the demigod, the goal of chasing should be Ins Zangweier...

"His tricks are deeper than I thought. He looks for someone to pretend to be him, giving the item, not to lead to tracking, but to create a blind spot of thinking, and to subconsciously exclude the ship as a wrong option...

"He was here from the beginning...

"The coincidence of the change of the sky should be made by Ins. Zangweier made with ‘0-08’...

"Why is he chased by an Intis hunter" half-god... What is he planning..."

As thoughts rolled over, Klein suddenly took out the adventurer's harmonica and blew it to his lips.

Silently, the messenger Miss Renet Nicole, who was carrying four blonde red-eyed heads, appeared in front of him.

Klein opened his mouth and closed it again. He took out the pen and paper and wrote quickly:

"Dawn Mr. Dontes found the whereabouts of Ings Zangweier in the raging sea of ​​Chengdao."

Folding the letter paper, Klein handed it to the messenger with the same gold coin:

“Send it to the letter box at 7 Pfst Street, North Beckland.”

Renee Donnie Cole's four heads were turned at the same time, and eight eyes looked at Klein.

She said nothing, biting the stationery and gold coins.