Almost instinctively, Crane jerked his knees, swung his back sideways, and tumbled in the other direction, the direction of the bathroom door.

Sou!

A small black feather arrow was inserted on the washstand, and the arrow seemed to be made of bone, glowing with blue color, which was very beautiful.

If Crane had hesitated just now, he would not have been able to escape this sudden attack!

After a brief pause in the roll, Crane reached into his pocket, trying to pull out a few tarot cards.

But at this time, he only felt a gust of wind blowing in his face, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black figure approaching at high speed, bullying him in a posture beyond ordinary people, and tensed his instep, kicking out from the bottom to the top.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Klein hurriedly gave up the idea just now, elbowed him, and blocked the attack.

With a bang, he felt that his entire left arm instantly became numb, and his body was uncontrollably pumped out, just like the tennis and squash that the middle class loved to play and the football that is currently popular among low-class workers.

What a lot of power! Klein's heart tightened, and he panicked in mid-air to adjust his body, change his posture, and barely maintain his balance, as if he was performing acrobatics.

Bang, bang, bang...... At this time, the bark-colored blowpipe had just landed on the floor of the bathroom and bounced behind the door, from fast to slow.

Klein was just about to stretch his body and stand firm to deal with the follow-up attack, when another image suddenly flashed in his mind:

The black-clad enemy arrived faster than he expected, swinging his arm and punching him in the chest.

In an instant, Crane's body reunited, and he turned half a circle more, like a small ball that kept falling and being thrown away.

Syllable!

Head-to-foot, he reached for the ground, spreading his legs like scissors, so that the black-clad man's blasted fist missed anything, passed through the gap, and burst the air.

The fist that was originally aimed at the chest could only hit Klein's legs after he reversed his body, and the legs could be spread.

With a press and a push, his legs shrunk down, Klein leapt nimbly to the other side, and finally stood up straight.

Syllable!

Before he could examine the enemy, the black figure leaned sideways, bringing a strong wind with it.

Crane hurriedly put his arms on the shelves, blocking in front of him.

With a muffled bang, he felt as if he had been hit by a black bear, and he couldn't bear the majestic force, so he could only stagger back, almost losing feeling in his arms.

At the same time, Klein finally recognized who the attacker was.

He was dark-skinned, thin and lean, with deep-set eye sockets, and it was Meursault, the "executioner" of the Zmangue party, Meursault, who had come to Detective Moriarty in the morning!

Meursault's eyes were fierce, and he chased after him, waving his arms in unison, hooking left or swinging right, and launched a stormy attack.

Klein's strength was obviously different from that of the opponent, and he couldn't parry it head-on, and he relied on agility and hunch to barely dodge this set of combination punches.

No! I have to play to my strengths!

A chair was torn apart by Meursault's kick.

With his hands propped up and his back strained, Crane continued to roll, looking for an opportunity to pull out tarot cards and homemade charms.

Kick, Kick!

Meursault hurried to catch up, kicking out alternately with his legs, not much slower than the enemy.

He is like a giant bear with agility talent, and there are no shortcomings in all aspects, so that the tumbling Crane can only take care of dodging and parrying first, and he can't free up his hand to draw cards and take spells.

Click, bang, bang!

The chair shattered, the table overturned, the coat rack collapsed, Crane went around in most circles, and the situation became more and more precarious.

He kept dodging, rolling and rolling, looking for every opportunity to turn the situation around.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he swept over the coffee table in the living room, and an idea suddenly occurred in his mind.

Bang! With one hand, Crane endured the pain and rolled towards the living room area.

At this time, the muscles of Meursault's legs suddenly bulged, as if they were inflated.

Kick! He stomped on the ground as if it shook, and the whole man leaped out, shooting like a bullet in front of Crane, and then pulling out of his leg.

Klein barely racked it up, and then was whipped out again, knocking over the coffee table with a thud, sending the ceramic tea set flying to the cupboard, and scattering the round-bellied pens, standard contracts, and various newspapers.

Seeing that the detective in the black double-breasted gown was knocked to the ground, and it was difficult to stand up and roll for a while, Meursault's eyes were full of fierceness, and in the sound of porcelain breaking one after another, he slid forward and pushed his knees out.

Klein's eyes turned to the scene, and he already held a standard contract in his hand.

He fled to the living room, ignoring the premonition and continued to roll over to the coffee table, just to get a standard contract, or a newspaper!

Seeing Meursault's knee fiercely pushed up, Klein's wrist suddenly shook.

At that moment, a picture of Meursault's neck leaning back came to his mind again.

Sou!

Klein pressed his wrist slightly, shaking out the standard contract in his hand.

Sou!

The contract was like a steel dart, shot at Meursault's throat, and the two men were no more than a meter apart at this time, and as the other man's front topped up, they got closer and closer!

The white shadow came into view, and Meursault instinctively leaned back, trying to dodge.

Burst!

The contract was pinned into Meursault's throat and into his trachea.

Foaming blood, Meursault fell in front of Klein, his knee slamming to the ground.

"Lotus, lotus, lotus......" he pulled out the blood-stained contract and clutched his throat tightly.

But he couldn't stop the outflow of blood from the wound, and his eyes gradually drifted.

Eventually, his body twitched a few times, and there was no more movement.

Crane slowed down for a moment before he had the strength to roll over and stand up, a few tarot cards between his fingers, alerted for a possible counterattack and another enemy.

After turning on the spiritual vision and confirming the death of the other party, Crane looked around and found no other aura color.

It was only by this time that his tension eased a little, and he noticed that the chair was broken in two, the coffee table was broken in many places, the porcelain was all over the floor, and the entire living room, dining room, and foyer were in a mess.

Looking down, he saw that the sleeves of the gown had been damaged, and the outer layer of the tweed was stained with a lot of dust.

Suddenly, Klein whispered to himself:

"I can't reimburse it......"

"Haha, hahaha, hahaha. ”

He laughed, as if he had encountered something that had happened to Noh for a lifetime, and he almost leaned forward and backwards, laughing so hard that only his laughter echoed in the room.

Dozens of seconds later, Klein restrained his smile and walked to Meursault's corpse with a calm expression.

He's going to make the dead speak!

After mastering the psychic ritual and self-response, Crane sniffed the quiet fragrance and whispered using the technique of "dream divination":

"The chief messenger of Operation Meursault. ”

Soon, his eyes darkened, and he entered the dream and saw a gray cloud.

The gray world suddenly changed light and shadow, condensing pictures and scenes:

In front of Meursault was a middle-aged man without a hat, his white shirt with intricate, cascading, petal-like decorations on the neckline and cuffs, which looked extraordinarily ornate, and was matched with a tight black waistcoat and skinny trousers, which were fancy and pompous.

This middle-aged man has brown hair and blue eyes, and his face is thin and bearded, but he has a lot of taste, and he is a very attractive gentleman.

He looked at Meursault and said in a deep voice:

"Whatever you do, be sure to find Ian Wright, try to keep him alive, and if you're dead, bring it to me within 1 hour, preferably 15 minutes. ”

"Yes, Mr. Ambassador. Meursault did not hide his arrogance, but he still kept his head down.

The picture shattered, and Klein frowned:

Mr. Ambassador?

Other countries are involved in this matter?

Judging by the style of the shirt, it is likely that this ambassador is the ambassador of the Republic of Intis to Beckland......

Ian is just a big boy......

That gentleman knows how to channel, at least there are people around him who know how to channel......

Klein thought for a moment and again gave the statement of "dream divination":

"The purpose of finding Ian Wright. ”

In the gray illusory dream, Klein saw the middle-aged gentleman again.

He looked at Meursault and said in a low voice:

"You don't need to know why, just do what I tell you to do. ”

"I'll give you potions, give you money, so that you can be the behind-the-scenes person of the Zmange Party, not for you to ask questions, but for you to do things!"

"Hmm...... All you need to know is that Ian Wright may be involved in a very important object. ”

As the scene faded, Crane once again withdrew from the dream.

A very important item...... I can't see it, Ian...... What could it be...... Potions...... Meursault turned out to be an extraordinary, no wonder his martial arts were so strong and terrifying, he should be an extraordinary person with expertise in this area...... In the midst of the thoughts, Crane felt tired, and answering his own prayers was indeed too draining his spirit.

In order to return to his previous psychic level, he estimated that he would have to wait until he became Sequence 7 himself.

Ending the ritual and lifting the spiritual wall, Crane looked at Meursault's corpse and observed it carefully for a long time,

Finally, he saw a little spiritual brilliance converging on the wound in the other party's throat, slowly condensing into one.

Carefully grabbing it, Crane had an extra crimson item in his palm that resembled a jelly from the earth.

"This is Meursault's remarkable legacy? I wonder what kind of sequence potion it will be...... It's easy to determine, and you can get the answer by divining above the gray mist...... Theoretically speaking, the extraordinary characteristics of the low sequence, even without the use of auxiliary materials, can directly allow people to obtain the corresponding abilities, but after taking it, it is easy to go crazy and lose control on the spot...... The auxiliary materials for low-order potions contain little spiritual ......" Crane diverted his thoughts, and forcibly withdrew his attention.

A corpse was placed in front of him like this, which gave him a headache about what to do next.

PS: Toad has opened a new book, "Full-time Martial God", which is very coquettish at the beginning, especially the name of the protagonist.