Cloaked in the darkness of the night, Klein ended the party and returned to 15 Minsk Street.

With a squeak, Crane pushed the door open, and the living room was dark, a dull crimson, barely outlining the furnishings.

Klein touched the black and changed his coat, planning to go straight to the bath and sleep.

His eyes swept over the sofa and the coffee table, and suddenly, his eyes lit up, he walked a few steps quickly, "snapped", turned on the gas wall lamp, and saw the yellow, orange, orange and orange oil lamp quietly staying on the coffee table.

Klein was inexplicably happy in his heart, he coughed, and asked:

"Where have you been?"

"I'm going to pick up garbage where you pretended to be." The magic lamp said faintly.

"Uh...... So what did you pick up? ”

"I'm going to pick up Heras's extraordinary properties."

"Well, my successive holders have never been as poor as you."

"Then they ...... now"

"All but the last one is dead."

So what's the use of them being rich? If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't grow vegetables in my personal space, I would have become a millionaire long ago.

"Extraordinary properties of Heras, you are ready to ......"

"Don't even think about it! Have you finished digesting the potion? Selling the recipe and extraordinary properties, isn't there money to buy potion materials? ”

The next day, Klein went to the East End again to pretend to be looking for it, and was told by old Khloe that Daisy had gone home.

After returning the word book, Crane quickly left the East End, which was like a massive, gnawing demon.

"There has never been a savior......

He sighed helplessly.

In this world of distortion and despair, reform may only be able to hope for the mercy of the gods.

If...... I can be a god......

For the rest of the week, aside from completing commissions from Mike and Dr. Allen, Klein spent his days hanging out at the Kragg Club, which he felt most likely wouldn't accept his renewal next year.

At the end of the week, it happened that Mike, Allen, and Talim were there, so Talim organized a game of cards, and while playing cards, Mike said:

"Did you know that there was also a homicide in the West End, and like the baroness last time, she died in a miserable state."

"Serial killer? Do the police have a clue? Talim asked curiously.

"Probably not yet, our newspaper hasn't gotten the news yet."

"I heard that the baroness was dissected and dismembered?"

Dr. Allen spoke with a serious face, and although he was holding a playing card in his hand, he always gave the impression that it was a pile of scalpels.

"Yes, I went to the scene that time, it was extremely cruel and bloody, and my report did not describe it in detail, and the newspaper was worried that it would cause panic."

"If you are a professional manoeuvre, you can consider a surgeon, not everyone understands the anatomy of the human body and dissects it accurately."

"Sherlock, what do you think?" Talim asked casually as he turned to Crane.

I? I will directly divinate the murderer, as long as there is no interference from the level 0 seal, believe me, give me a trip to the bathroom to solve the case.

"I don't think much, unless the police invite me." Klein replied with a smile.

It's another Monday.

At the Tarot meeting, Crane sells a copy of the Sheriff's extraordinary traits, and sells the filthy words he made a long time ago to Little Sun, and he earns a promise of a Faceling master material, and he carefully calculates his savings, believing that there is still a big gap between him and the other materials.

I don't know if the Sun Priest's potion recipe is good to sell at the Extraordinary Gatherings outside, and the little sun has no gold slander, eighty percent of them have to sign the order, if I can attend a few more gatherings, and sell the potion recipes of the first three sequences of the Praiser Path at each party, then I will make a lot of money, and it is not in vain that I was almost roasted into jerky for the divine blood of the eternal sun.

Crane thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to ask Mr. Hanged Man to bring the extraordinary properties of Werewolf and Bishop Rose to the sea to sell the stolen goods.

In the spiritual world provided by Miss Magician, Klein saw a strange prophecy from the yellow light, and he really couldn't understand it, so he went downstairs directly, came to the living room, grabbed the magic lamp, and shook it as a greeting.

"What's the matter with you? I'm not going to give you any more potion recipes! ”

The magic lamp immediately replied.

"I have heard of a prophecy that when gaze is cast from the stars, the earth will be torn apart, and everything in the world will cease to exist."

"I want to know the truth of this prophecy and how it should be interpreted."

Klein looked at the lamp sincerely, hoping for an answer.

"Can you ask something you should know about this sequence?"

Wang Zichuan came out of the lamp and cursed angrily:

"The sequence is not high, but the curiosity is quite high, are you a cat? Do you have nine lives? With this in mind, why don't you have to make money and collect materials? ”

Klein thought of the earth for a moment, and thought of his mother before the college entrance examination. As he did then, he didn't dare to reply.

"The prophecy of the end is true, the reason for the end of the world will be thought about when you become an angel, you know them, they will know you, and when the audience you cultivate can do hypnosis, and you can only think about the answer to this question on the source fort, I will tell you. Think about Mr. Men, what a decent person he was before, but now, it's miserable. ”

Crane was shot at once, dumbfounded for a moment, and he was embarrassed to find something to say.

The air was quiet, and Crane felt a chill, and then remembered that he hadn't lit the fireplace, so he spoke:

"It's a little cold, I'll go back to my room and sleep."

"Then why don't you light the fireplace?"

"Because...... Anthracite is expensive. ”

Wang Zichuan thought for a moment, took out a dark golden thing that exuded a strong spiritual brilliance from his arms, handed it to Klein, and said:

"The extraordinary properties of the Hunter Path, its Sequence Seven is called the Arsonist, which can be used for heating."

At the end, Wang Zichuan added:

"Money-saving, energy-efficient and environmentally friendly."

In winter, Beckland is very difficult to endure without the protection of a fireplace, and the surging amount of coal consumption has exacerbated air pollution, and almost every day is smog.

The business of private detectives has also been affected, and there are few orders for door-to-door commissions, and this kind of idle day Klein has passed at least half a month.

Early in the morning, Klein finished his own earth-specific breakfast, took out the latest newspaper from the newspaper box, and read it as he walked.

"5 up! The vicious serial murder case has not yet been solved, and the West Villas field should be condemned. ”

Why, it hasn't been solved for so long? Shouldn't it be, didn't the on-site investigation find an extraordinary factor, so the official extraordinary person did not intervene?

Klein looked at it for a moment, then walked over to the couch and sat down, picking up a cup of hot tea and taking a sip from time to time.

If there were goji berries and red dates here, I wouldn't have drunk this unknown black tea that doesn't taste very good.

Suddenly, he heard the ringing of a doorbell.

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