"Home at 19 Halls?"

While memorizing the information, Klein keenly grasped a piece of information.

"Well, Welch's residence is in Howles, the Divination Club is in Howles, and the cloth merchant named Siris Areis is in Howles...... It is not surprising, then, that Welch knew Henus Vincent, and even that he met him through Siris Arepis......"

Huo Ran felt that the clues were connected, and his thoughts suddenly became smooth.

He had been full of doubts about why Welch had met Haynas Vincent, since the banker's son was not a lover of the occult, and for whom money was more useful than divination, Klein felt that he could make a preliminary deduction about the process of their acquaintance:

"According to various magazines, the middle class and the wealthy were happy to visit their neighbors to form a social circle that would help them, and Welch and Siris, the cloth merchant, who were also in the Hals neighborhood, were fully motivated to have the opportunity to become friends......"

"It's not particularly difficult for Siris to know Henus Vincent, who often visits the Fortune Club in the Howles neighborhood, maybe a chance encounter, maybe a help, can make people who have been in the same area for a long time familiar ......"

"Henus Vincent wanted to sell the ancient books in his hand, so through Siris's introduction, he approached Welch, a history college student......

"The image of the 'true creator' of the evil god appeared in Hainath's dream, and he also had the correct spell format, which shows that he has gone deep into the field of occultism, and it cannot be ruled out that he is a member of a secret organization......"

"It is not ruled out that he joined the secret organization because he was guided by Ciris. ”

......

In the midst of the rush of thoughts, even if Crane did not use the means of divination, he was almost sure that the information left by the other party had a lot of credibility:

"Even if he doesn't call Siris Arepis, isn't a cloth merchant, and doesn't live in Number 19, he's definitely in the Howles neighborhood, or the neighborhood!"

Klein thought about it and revisited the other party's borrowing record:

The last time he went to the Deville library was last Saturday, the day before Selena's birthday dinner, the day before Heinas Vincent's death, and now, days later, he still hasn't returned the periodicals he borrowed. ”

According to the previous records, if he borrowed only two periodicals, he would usually come back the next day. ”

"Does this mean that Siris learned of Haynath's death and was frightened and did not dare to come to the Deville library again?"

"Well, he borrowed a lot of irrelevant history books and periodicals at first, and then he gradually became clear about his goal, and there was a massive overlap with the ones I borrowed......"

This shows that he has no guidance, no senior associate professor of history at the university to consult, and he is all on his own. ”

"What would a frightened target do normally? There are two options, one, if the information is basically complete, he will go straight to the main peak of the Hornachis Mountains, and second, when the main conditions are still missing, he will hide first, watch the limelight, and when it is confirmed that the death of Henas does not involve him, he will reappear. ”

Thinking of this, Klein closed the borrowing record, pushed it back to several librarians, and took out the portraits and asked them if they had seen the target, but unfortunately, there were many borrowers who came here every day, and it was difficult for the administrators to remember people with no obvious characteristics.

"Okay, I'm sorry for you. Klein put away his badge and badge.

He didn't plan to investigate it alone, it was not only dangerous but also tedious, he planned to go to Zotland Street again, and leave the rest to the captain and his teammates, while he went home to make tomato oxtail soup for his brother and sister, and by the way, he used the mysterious space above the gray fog to divinate the status and whereabouts of the target.

"Officer, there's nothing else to do, is it?" asked an administrator, relieved.

Klein nodded slightly:

"No, if new clues come up, I'll come back. ”

Holding a black silver-encrusted cane in his left hand, he walked briskly to the door.

Just then, he saw a man in a black double-breasted gown with his collar raised high bowing his head.

The moment the two sides passed by, Klein aimed at the other party's thick and messy eyebrows, and aimed at a pair of gray-blue eyes!

These are the parts that a high collar can't hide!

Cialis Arepis is such a coincidence? Klein was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect to meet his target directly!

What kind of luck is this!

Isn't that a coincidence?

He measured himself, felt the pain in his muscles, pretended nothing had happened, and continued to walk towards the door.

Well, to be a man, you have to follow the wishes of your heart and be steady!

As long as Siris hasn't left Tingen, this miss doesn't matter!

At this time, the man in the black double-breasted dress walked up to the reception desk and handed the journal in his hand to one of the administrators.

"Return. He lowered his voice and said vaguely.

The librarian took the journal at random, looked at it, and was stunned.

He subconsciously looked up at the other side, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Is there a problem?" asked the gentleman, with his collar held high, in a deep voice.

His words were like sparks that ignited a barrel of dynamite, causing the administrator to lose control in an instant, and shouted as he ran to the side:

"Officer!"

"That criminal is here!"

...... At this moment, Klein, who hadn't had time to go out yet, only had a sentence of "" echoing wildly in his heart.

Instinctively, he reached under his right hand and took out the revolver.

And the man was stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran away.

However, instead of running to the door, he fled to the side convex window, as if to break through the glass and jump outside.

Crane, who was panicking, looked back at this scene and suddenly calmed down.

Because he found that although he was afraid of the target, the target was more afraid of himself!

"In such a hasty encounter, the other party will definitely not be able to judge my strength and figure out what I am good at, so he will definitely subconsciously avoid the head-on conflict and seek other ways to escape!"

At this moment, the man in the black double-breasted dress suddenly rolled around, trying to avoid the bullet.

Immediately afterwards, he pressed his right hand, and the whole person rose into the air and pounced on the glass of the convex belly window.

Poof! Klein's first shot was empty.

However, this was something he had expected, and he took advantage of Ciris's difficulty in mid-air to pull the trigger again towards the torso where it was most convenient to shoot.

Table tennis!

The silver demon hunting bullet pierced through the air and slammed steadily into Siris's back.

The glass shattered, and Siris slammed out, leaving drops of red blood and sparkling shards on the windowsill.

Seeing that the other party was injured, Klein was no longer timid, and ran over, jumped on the windowsill with the help of a chair, and jumped outside.

It was at the back of the first floor of the Deville Library, and rows of tall trees separated a green lawn.

Ciris, who had been shot, was running to the side, trying to enter the alley between the two buildings, and Crane had not yet practiced the accuracy of running and did not dare to shoot blindly, so he could only hold a staff in one hand and a gun in the other, and strode after the back of the man in a black dress.

Pedal Pedal Ped

He followed the blood drops on the ground, trying to shorten the distance between the two.

Seeing that the corner was in sight, seeing that the injured Siris was getting slower and slower, and Crane, who was about to seize the opportunity, suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, only to feel that the person in front of him seemed to be not a human, but a vicious wolf, a tiger, and contained terrible dangers.

This is his instinct as a soothsayer, and this is a spiritual warning to him!

Klein immediately slowed down, and the corner of his eye swept the blood on the ground:

Compared to the original, Siris's dripping blood is now black!

At that moment, a gust of wind blew in his face, and Crane's eyes reflected Ciris's face.

It was the thick and messy eyebrows, the gray-blue eyes, the bulging sarcoma after another, the cracked corners of the mouth, the white teeth.

Siris actually launched a counterattack at this moment!

This made the face in Crane's eyes clearer and clearer, and he seemed to be able to smell some kind of foul smell!

Cyris pounced on a distance of seven or eight meters, which was obviously beyond the scope of a normal person, but because Klein stopped the chase in time, the two sides were still nearly ten meters apart before.

At a distance of less than two meters, the mouth with sticky saliva and the dense sarcoma with extreme nausea made up a clear and terrifying picture, which made Klein's spirit highly tense.

He didn't think about it, taking advantage of the momentary stiffness of the opponent's failure, he raised his right hand and snapped it, letting the bullet pour down on the target's head.

Pong!Pong!Pong!

The close-range shots allowed one silver demon hunting bullet after another to burrow into Siris's head, causing the opponent's blood to splatter and blur his face, causing the opponent to fall back and stagnate.

Shooting out of bullets from the revolver in one go, Crane subconsciously wanted to retreat and confirm the results.

But at this time, Siris, who was trying to stand up straight, gave him a great start, and he suddenly waved the cane he held in his left palm.

The hard black silver-encrusted cane struck Siris's neck, drawing crimson marks.

Bang Bang Bang!

Crane instinctively whipped the other until Sirius staggered to the ground.

Cranes gasped for breath as he pestled the ground with his cane, staring at his target, fearing that the other party would suddenly deceive the corpse.

At this point, Siris's head was almost a broken ripe watermelon, the remnants of dense sarcoma began to subside, and his body calmed down after a few convulsions.

Crane didn't rush to examine the body, but dropped his cane, took out the demon hunting bullets he had with him, and stuffed them into the revolver one by one.

After doing all this, he stabilized his spirit, endured his nausea, half-crouched down, and fumbled for the pocket of Ciris's black double-breasted dress.