These days, Klein has been playing and studying this oil lamp whenever he has free time.

Since the oil lamp never showed its harm, Klein grew bold.

He soaked the oil lamp in cold water and hot water to observe the reaction, and then took it to the kitchen to turn on the gas stove and cauterize it with a flame.

There are also those who choose the most intense noon of the day to be exposed to the sun, or in the dead of night, when the full moon is in the sky, take it out to bathe in the crimson moonlight.

He even gritted his teeth and bought more occult materials that could be used in sacrifices, made them into spiritual powders, and sprinkled them evenly on oil lamps, but to no avail.

Finally he took the lamp to the kitchen and poured cooking oil through the tiny spout of the lamp, intending to light the wick later.

Thanks to the clown's ability, my hands and wrists are more flexible, and I can control my muscles well and complete delicate operations, otherwise I would not have been able to fall into such a small spout.

However, as soon as he poured oil into the lamp, the oil lamp suddenly shook violently, and a pale yellow fragrant liquid suddenly erupted with a ferocious momentum, and immediately poured Klein on his face.

Ah, can this oil be washed off?

Luckily, I wore loungewear, which was a lot cheaper than formal wear.

In the blink of an eye, it was Thursday morning, and Klein's first order finally came to the door.

The client, Mrs. Doris and her grandson Jürgen Cooper on the same street, are looking for their beloved black cat, Brody.

After a metaphysical deduction, Brody was quickly found, and Klein was paid for his first career as a detective.

Then came the second commission, from Ian Wright, a smart big boy who had noticed on the subway earlier.

After a series of reasoning such as divination and psychic, Klein successfully found the mission goal, completed the commission, and received a 5-pound reward and three required commitments.

On Saturday afternoon, it was rainy in Beckland.

After reaching an initial investment intention with Raypard, Klein was in a good mood.

Just as he had finished solving his physical problems and bent down to wash his hands, suddenly, a pair of strange eyes with fierce eyes reflected in his mind, it was Meursault, the executioner of the Zmange Party who had come to inquire about Ian Wright's whereabouts in the morning.

A small black feather arrow broke through the air and stuck it on the washstand, and the two immediately started a ping-pong fight.

Klein relied on agility and hunch to support himself, but Meursault had agility and strength, and in hand-to-hand combat, he clearly had an advantage over Crane.

The two fought in circles, tables and chairs toppling over and shattering, and just as Klein was anxiously thinking about how to fight back, he caught a glimpse of the standard contract on the coffee table in the living room.

The battlefield shifted to the living room under Crane's guidance, and as the two of them punched and kicked together, Crane was once again vigorously whipped away by Meursault, knocking over the coffee table at once.

In the flying of the items, Klein didn't catch the standard contract he wanted, but his right hand happened to touch the oil lamp that he didn't know what it did, and seeing that Meursault was about to bully him again, Klein instinctively threw the oil lamp at Meursault.

Meursault didn't pay any attention to the brass oil lamp that flew straight over, and he avoided it by moving his path a little nimbly.

However, something unexpected happened, Meursault, who had already dodged the flight path of the oil lamp, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, and a golden object suddenly appeared in front of him, with the huge force of breaking the wind, and slammed into his head, smashing him into a stagger, his head was dizzy, his eyes were full of Venus, and blood was bleeding quickly from his head, and the blood slipped and flowed into his eyes.

Crane flicked out the oil lamp and sprang to his feet, dodging possible attacks while approaching the strewn standard contracts scattered on the ground.

In the afterglow, he witnessed the strange turn of the oil lamp, which hit Meursault's brain.

The ability of this oil lamp is to smash the enemy with a sure effect?

After the oil lamp hit Meursault's head, it bounced off and fell to the ground, and his bones rolled around a few times and lay on the ground motionless.

Although Meursault felt that his dizziness somewhat affected his combat effectiveness, he still pounced on Klein again, thinking that the enemy's was vigorously pumped by himself many times, and his condition must be very bad.

Klein clutched the contract tightly with one hand and matched his body with the other, dodging and maneuvering, looking for opportunities.

The two bodies kept staggering, and suddenly, Meursault found that the oil lamp that had caused him great damage was in his hand, and he scooped it up, smashed it at Crane, and rushed in the direction that Crane might be dodging, and raised his hammer-like fist.

Oil lamp or fist?

These two options flashed through Crane's mind, and he quickly crossed the nature of the oil lamp and the power of Meursault's fist, and he made a decision between flint and lightning.

He didn't move, ready to be hit head-on by the oil lamp.

The oil lamp whistled in, brushed his ears, and the air currents that drove Klein's short hair were crooked, and then, with a clang, fell to the ground.

Not...... Didn't hit?

Meursault and Klein were stunned for a moment, and at this time, Meursault threw a punch, which was when his body balance was at its worst.

Opportunity!

Klein reacted instantly, and shook out the standard contract in his hand.

With a pop, the paper plunged into Meursault's throat, separating his artery from his trachea.

Staring at Meursault's breathlessness and collapse in front of his eyes, Klein breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he have the energy to recall the strange change of flight trajectory of the oil lamp just now.

Random must-hit and must-miss? This...... How can this be used?

Or should you hit become missed, and what should be missed becomes a must-hit?

Or, if you dodge, you will hit, and if you don't dodge, you will not hit?

Klein was made big by his own speculation, what kind of ability does this correspond to, why is it so unreasonable?

He first picked up the oil lamp, which played a key role in this battle, and after a cursory scan, he found that the oil lamp was clean and there was no blood at all.

He looked around the room, noticed the mess that filled the room, and his own damaged and soiled clothes, and was silent for a while, and whispered:

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

"If only the battle was over, the broken items would be automatically restored."

With that, he laughed self-deprecatingly, and his voice grew louder and louder.

"Haha, hahaha......"

Suddenly, his laughter froze.

There seemed to be a sudden wind blowing in the living room, and the scattered items flew up and returned to their original places, and the broken chairs, coffee tables, and broken porcelain each found their lost parts.

Even Meursault, who had fallen to the ground, did not have the slightest trace of blood, and the wound on his throat was completely healed.

Klein looked down at the sleeves of his long gown and tweed coat, and there was no sign of the battle.

This...... This can also be done?

The strange oil lamp was still in its own hands, it did not detach itself and return to the coffee table, it did not glow or become cold or hot, as if everything in front of it had nothing to do with it.

But Klein knew exactly that the power of this restoration came from the oil lamp in his hand.

That way I won't have to lose money to Mrs. Summer.

That's amazing!

Once again, a smile appeared on Crane's face, and this time, without exaggeration or funny, it was a joy from the heart.