The dimly lit room was covered with a thin veil of pale red moon, and everything was faint and indistinct.

The three men in black coats slept soundly in different places, and on the small couch, Klein's eyes half-melted into the night seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

His dreams were gray and distorted worlds, sometimes flashing with brilliance.

Eventually, these brilliances became a picture.

It was a gloomy corner, the ground was dripping with sewage, and a man with short tawny hair, a white shirt, and a brown vest was lying against the wall, surrounded by a dense mass of gray mice.

Half of the man's lips were gnawed off, revealing yellowish teeth and rotten gums, his nose was only bloody, mixed with a little short hair, and the flesh and blood on his face were gone, clearly showing the white bones, and the white, fat maggots were burrowing in and out everywhere, constantly wriggling, and the throat was at least half missing, as if it had been gnawed by some wild beast.

Klein barely recognized this as Zerell Victor Lee, who was no match for the mature and handsome look in the black-and-white photo Ian had given.

Zerel is dead, and in a few days, he will probably be gnawed to the bone, and maybe not even the bones...... Crane broke away from his dream, recalling what he had just seen.

Through his past experiences, he was able to witness similar corpses relatively calmly.

Looking at the crimson moon outside the window, Crane thought for about ten seconds and decided to try channeling, channeling to the man in black next to the sofa.

- The corresponding "Amanda" hydrosol and "Spirit Vision" potion, he had prepared a bottle of each one in the preparation of the previous few days, as for the tranquility potion, Crane did not need it, he himself could stay calm and sane when others invaded the dream realm and forced the channeling.

After setting up the simple altar and letting the scent of tranquility spread, creating a half-asleep state, Klein prayed to himself, to the "fools who do not belong to this age".

Then he went above the gray mist and responded with more than two-thirds of his spirit.

"When I advance to Sequence 7, a similar prayer should be able to slightly pry the power of the mysterious space above the gray mist, just like a summoning and sacrificial ritual......" Looking around, Crane made a rough judgment and quickly returned to the real world.

He passed through the starry sky and the chaotic and noisy thought storm, entered the mental level of the target man, and saw the illusory figure of the other party floating in the air.

"Who sent you to Zerrell's house?" Crane asked with a deep voice, glancing at him.

The man's phantom eyes replied blankly:

"Meursault, Meursault sent me to wait for a boy named Ian. ”

The light and shadow in his psychic world changed to reveal a thin, lean, dark-skinned man, who was the leader of the group of men Klein had met chasing Ian on the steam subway.

Sure enough, it was him...... Crane had consumed too much spirit in response to the prayer, and by this time he was beginning to feel tired, and hurriedly asked:

"And who instructed Meursault?"

"I don't know...... He is the 'executioner' of our Zmanga Party, and no one can command him, except the boss. The man said blankly.

Zmanger...... The word for "warrior" in the highland language...... Klein, a pseudo-historian and true occultist, suddenly had a throbbing pain, and his body involuntarily flew out of the storm of thoughts.

It didn't take long for him to get out of his psychic state, and his head twitched hollowly.

He didn't rush to leave, he methodically packed up his materials and short tawny hair, and opened the window of the convex belly window outside, letting the cold night breeze blow in, dispelling the smell of "Amanda" hydrosol and "Psic" potion.

In the process, Crane returned to the balcony, locked the door from the inside, and wiped down any touches he had touched.

When Zeriel's bedroom was back to its former state, he bowed to the three men who were still asleep.

Straightening his back, Crane put on his gloves, jumped and jumped, and quickly rolled out of the bulging belly window, and stood firmly on his toes with the help of the unusually small space.

He lifted the vertical pin up, blocked it at the bottom with tarot cards, and used the "Joker" ability to feel the details and adjust the balance.

After a few seconds, Crane slowly pulled back the tarot card, and the vertical latch was actually stable in place, not falling down.

Brush!

He closed the latched half of the window, then flashed it and thrust his right hand inward, closing the other half.

The speed of this action is so fast that the latch does not fall down until there is a vibration, and it is precisely inserted into the matching iron hole.

The indelible sound sounded, like a strong wind hitting the glass surface.

Knowing that the three men in the bedroom would wake up slowly, Klein jumped straight into the street without further delay.

The height of the second floor will not be a little dangerous for him now, but he can't keep silent when he lands, and it also creates a not-so-obvious movement.

Klein quickly left the neighborhood and left the Rose Street, but did not take the taxi directly back to Minsk Street in the Jowood district.

He made a few turns and headed for the neighboring East End.

On a cold night, the wind stabbed into his bones, and Crane shivered, deciding that he would have to add a sweater to his future operations, and decided to buy charcoal for the next few days to make the fireplace do its job.

I don't know how long it took, without a map, he instinctively entered the eastern side of Beckland.

There are very few gas street lamps here, and only one or two can be seen from a distance, and if it weren't for the dark clouds that haven't obscured the red moon tonight, Klein believes that many sections of the road would be so dark that they can't be seen at all.

As he walked, he suddenly saw a pair of eyes appear in the deep darkness in front of him, and a series of rickety figures stood out one after another.

They swayed from a vague distance, silent, silent.

Crane paused abruptly, reached out and grasped the "Requiem Charm" and tarot cards, and quickly turned on the vision.

He saw the color of the unhealthy and weak aura, and also saw the appearance of the figures.

These are all living people, normal living people, but their expressions are numb, their eyes are hollow, their movements are weak, and they are both male and female.

It's almost early in the morning, why are they still walking on the street...... Crane leaned aside in confusion and wariness past the group of people from the side of the street, but soon he was met by a second wave, a third wave, and the same numbness contained pain.

He frowned slightly, and was about to go up to ask, when he suddenly heard a shout and scolding from ahead:

"Get up!

"You bitch-raised!"

"Streets and parks aren't a place for you guys to sleep!"

...... Crane was stunned, and the corresponding word "Poor Law" popped into his head, and he understood what was going on.

He had the same experience himself.

Call...... Crane let out a sigh and quickened his pace towards his one-bedroom house on Black Palm Street in the East End.

There, he slept for two hours, regained his spirit, and then went out again, breaking a withered branch as a "divination staff."

"The location of Zerell's body. ”

"The location of Zerell's body. ”

......

In the divination again and again, with the help of short tawny hair, Crane walked for a long time and walked to a corner of the East End, where there was a sewer entrance.

- After the great plague 12 years ago, the Kingdom of Rune gradually established an advanced sewer system in the capital, surpassing the "Russell Legacy" of the Republic of Intis in one fell swoop.

Removing the lid, Crane held his breath and climbed down the vertical metal staircase.

Because it wasn't a special piece of clothing, he didn't have many pockets, and he couldn't bring too many items, so he abandoned the "cragg's oil" he learned from Frye, and the "cragg's oil" that refreshed his mind and eliminated the smell, and he regretted it very much.

Ten seconds later, Crane landed on his feet and felt the stickiness of the ground.

The filthy feeling stimulated him to form fine bumps on his arms and body, but he could only force his patience and continued to walk forward, walking forward in the empty and quiet sewers.

Forks in the road ahead, one of which was relatively hidden, with a thick, disgusting stench wafting out of it.

Klein turned around, and when he reached the end, he saw a dense network of spiritual light spots and aura colors.

Without the use of candles, he opened his visionary eyes, which directly reflected the gloomy corner, the rotten, gnawed corpse.

It was exactly the same image he had seen in his dream divination.

Chirping!

The gray dense rats scattered and fled, but some of them stayed where they were, refusing to leave, reluctant to eat.

After confirming that it was Zeriel, Crane only hesitated for a moment before quickly arranging the psychic ritual.

Well...... If Ian's description is correct, and Zerell is only a few days away from his death, the "psychic" should be able to gain some superficial information...... He thought confidently.

Woo!

As the wind swirled, as the spiritual wall was erected, the rats all fled, and Crane proceeded with the ritual as he had done before.

"The cause of Zereel's death. ”

"The cause of Zereel's death. ”

......

During the recitation, Crane's eyes turned black, his pupils disappeared, and the whites of his eyes disappeared, and he quickly entered the dream with the help of meditation.

However, in that foggy and illusory world, nothing was presented.

Klein opened his eyes and made a judgment with a slight frown:

"Psychic Failed ......"

"Someone 'handled' Zeriel's ......"

"There are extraordinary people involved in this matter. ”

"Disguised as Zeriel, so that no detective can see through it, it also proves this from the side. ”

After pondering for a while, Crane made a decision, that is, to stop here, not to go deeper, anyway, his commission was overfulfilled.

"Tell Ian to call the police. He whispered, put away the materials, and lifted the spiritual wall.