Inside the unlit sewers, Crane wiped his neck, refocusing his attention on the cracked head and headless corpse of Lanerus, and the two tarot cards stuck in the opponent's eyes.

He originally wanted to take back all the "flying knives" thrown out and erase the corresponding clues, but he found a very real and serious problem.

That is, he does not have dark vision.

He was able to drive frantically through the dark sewers and fight fiercely with Lanrius, relying on psionics!

He could see the color of Lan'erus's aura, the spiritual brilliance of various creatures, and vaguely grasp where they "illuminated" to discern the way.

It's a pity that the tarot card he is using now is not the one that originally came from the Night Watch Squad, it has no spiritual silver veins, it is ordinary, and it has no characteristics.

In such an environment, Crane could use his aura color and spiritual brilliance to distinguish the outlines of things in a small area around him, but he couldn't see the cards embedded in the wall and ground scattered everywhere from a distance—he and Lanrius had fought fiercely all the way just now, and they were not confined to one place.

Of course, he believed that as long as he gave himself enough time, it would not be too difficult to retrieve the tarot cards that Qi had thrown out, but the point of the matter was that the night watchman who was chasing Lanerus and the military personnel on the airship might arrive in the next minute!

We can't be careless in this regard...... I wear gloves all the time...... This tarot card was bought before coming to Beckland, and it belongs to the national unified model...... I don't usually use it...... Even if they carry it with them, most of the time they are kept with Mr. Azik's brass whistle...... No matter what method is used, it is difficult to locate me through them, at most to restore part of the battle scene, and I have a mask on my face and a high pad on my shoes...... Thoughts flashed instantly, and Crane quickly made a decision.

He turned to the headless corpse of Ranrius, crouched down, and reached out with his black-gloved right palm, scurrying for what was left on the other's body.

- Klein didn't have the idea of performing a psychic ritual, first, he was impressed by the feeling of the evil god descending before, and he didn't dare to blindly communicate with the spirit of Lanerus, unless he brought it to the gray mist, and second, when the night watchman and military personnel could arrive at any time, he didn't feel that there was enough time to arrange the ritual, summon himself, respond to himself, and then go to the gray fog to psychify.

Give up when you should give up...... Crane muttered to himself silently, and withdrew his hand from Lanruus's body.

The frenzied fraudster seemed to have fled in a hurry, carrying no cash, no materials, no charms, only an eyeball-sized badge with a light, thin spiritual glow shining silently.

Crane wasn't afraid that the object would be located, as he was going to wait and drop it on the gray mist to study it slowly, so he straightened up and put the badge in his pocket.

He glanced at the corpse of Lanlius, and without waiting for the extraordinary properties to precipitate, he used his black-gloved left palm to take out the remaining tarot cards.

Then, he straightened his left arm, placing his palm directly above the corpse of Ranrius.

Suddenly, Crane let go of his palm, and let the tarot cards fall with a clatter, covering the headless corpse like leaves, some of them with their surfaces facing up, painted with pictures and numbers, and some with dark red backs and faint patterns.

After doing all this, Crane took out the Azk copper whistle and tossed it a few more times, before running down the sewers without looking back.

After almost two minutes, a series of figures finally found the place, some of them wearing thick black trench coats, some of them wearing well-designed and well-cut military-like uniforms.

At the head of the pack was Crestai Cessima, who carried a sword of pure white bones, his red gloves stained with dust, and his resolute face showed obvious exhaustion and weakness.

They stopped a few meters away from the corpse and saw the body of Lanrius and the head by the wall with the help of dark vision.

There are two tarot cards stuck in the head, one is the "Emperor" and the other is the "Wheel of Fortune".

The headless corpse was covered with more cards, depicting "chariots driven by victors", "hermits in robes and carrying lamps", "Grim Reaper on a white horse and wearing armor", and many more number cards for the Holy Grail, number of the Scepter, etc.

On the surrounding walls and floors, there are also tarot cards such as "Demon", "Sun" and "Judgment".

It all looked like the scene of some strange ritual, and Lanlius belonged to the sacrifice that was destined to be sacrificed.

Crestai Cesima took a silent breath, his brow furrowed, and the extraordinary people around him were momentarily distracted by the terrifying and mysterious image of the dark environment.

............

Away from the scene of Lanrius's death, Crane quickly found an exit and left, ripped off the clown mask, and walked briskly towards the East End in the shadow of the gas lamp.

And before that, he had already dealt with the smudges on the soles of his shoes.

It wasn't until he entered the East End and arrived at Black Palm Street that he breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly held a ceremony in his rented one-bedroom house to summon himself and respond to himself.

The spirited Crane moved the full set of clothes he wore tonight, the remaining charms, herbs, and essential oils, along with the badge he had obtained from Lanlius, to the Gray Mist, and burned the corresponding clues with spiritual flames.

Call...... He exhaled, finally having time to see what the badge from Lanrius looked like.

The badge is the size of an eyeball, with symbols of fate and concealment engraved on the front, and a compact ring of ancient Hermetic inscriptions on the back:

"If you have this, you can join. ”

What do you mean? Lanlius is still a member of some secret organization? Klein rubbed his forehead, and when he was physically and mentally exhausted and the timing was not right, he decisively gave up his research, intending to wait for the Tarot party to ponder.

He quickly left the mysterious space above the gray mist, changed into another set of clothes, and removed the disguise he had made before.

However, he was in no hurry to return to Minsk Street, and planned to sleep until the next morning, because movement in the streets after the early hours of the morning was in itself easy to attract investigations, and there had been another incident just now.

Lying on the bed, Crane looked out the window at the moonlit night, and his heart gradually calmed down.

After completing the initial revenge, he felt that he had removed a lot of baggage, lost a lot of depression, and his mental state was obviously much better than the previous period.

"Ince Zangwille and the seal '0-08' are not what I can handle at the moment, and the gap is very large, only by becoming a high-level powerhouse and becoming a demigod and half-human existence can I be qualified to mix in this matter...... Before I was promoted to Sequence 4, I would pretend they didn't exist......"

"Well, my goal for a long time to come is to work hard to improve myself, and now that I have completely digested the 'Joker' potion, I will be promoted to 'Magician' when I have gathered all the extraordinary materials. ”

"Then there's 'Faceling', 'Master of Secret Puppets', and my yet-unknown Sequence 4. ”

"Other than that, be a normal detective. ”

Klein was in a peaceful state of mind, thinking about the arrangements for the next period of time with divergent thoughts, no longer so impatient, no longer so depressed.

Thinking about it, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he said to himself silently:

"Captain, Benson, Melissa, you should have preferred to see me the way I am......"

............

As soon as it was dawn, a group of people wearing surgical caps and white masks dressed as doctors came to the door of the dormitory of the dockworkers' association.

The old man, who was very experienced at first glance, said to the bewildered guests:

"A contagious disease has been found in your house, and a man named Kevin has passed away as a result. ”

"We will provide free treatment. There is a cure for this contagious disease, as long as you take it in time, you will be fine. ”

"Kevin?" the guests exclaimed, looking around for the colleague named Kevin, but found nothing.

That's Lanrius's pseudonym.

Seeing that the charity was accompanied by known police officers, the residents were no longer suspicious and began to queue up anxiously to receive the medicine.

The first was a middle-aged man with a big beard, who asked very nervously, afraid that a bottle of medicine would not be able to fight that virulent contagion.

It wasn't until the doctors showed impatience that he drank the bottle of the blue potion on his back.

He was then helped to the side and aimed his mouth at an hole of the same size.

Vomit!

The man suddenly had a nausea, vomited violently, and vomited a sour and bloody mass.

He was about to move his eyes half-propped up to see what he had vomited, but was forcibly pushed away by two powerful nurses.

The mouth-sized hole was in an iron-black metal barrel, the bottom of which was dim and deep, with little light.

And right there, lying quietly, was a puddle of yellow-green liquid, and in the center of the liquid was a small piece of blood-colored flesh, covered with fine black hair!

Vomit!

One of the in-house attendants took the medicine and vomited in agony in front of different metal barrels.

............

Queens, inside the luxurious villa of the Earl Hall's family.

"Why did you come to visit so early?" said Audrey, looking at the sky outside, and then at Viscount Glerint in front of her.

Glerint looked around and found only a big golden retriever squatting next to him, so he lowered his voice and said:

"I was going to go to the racecourse, but I met Conse on the way, and he told me something very interesting, really interesting, and I thought I would pass by here, so I came over and shared it with you. ”

"What's the matter?" asked Audrey with interest.

Glerint replied without paying attention to the words:

"You've probably heard of the Aurora Society, right? The same Aurora Society that assassinated Ambassador Indis, they were caught, several important members were killed, and a very big plot failed. ”

I thought it was something involving the divinity of the "true creator", but they went to report it yesterday evening, and they happened to act at night...... Wait, what the aurora will worship seems to be the "true creator"! Audrey's eyes lit up, and she asked reservedly:

"What scheme?"

"I don't know, Conse wouldn't say, he only told me that the person in charge of the plot was a fraudster who was wanted before, a fraudster named Laneus. Glerint spread his right palm.

Really...... Audrey bowed her head visibly, and asked without hiding her curiosity:

"Was he caught?"

"He died, but not at the hands of our men. Glerint paused, "That's what I'm talking about, when his body was found, it was covered with a lot of tarot cards, and it was all around, imagine that scene......"

The corpse was covered with many tarot cards, and Audrey was stunned at first, and then "realized":

This is what our "tarot will" do!

This is what Mr. Fool's family did!

PS: Recommend a book, the author is an old Chinese medicine doctor, no, the holy hand of gynecology, no, that is his previous occupation, and now he is the author, the title of the book is "There are ghosts ahead", introduction: There are ghosts in this world, and there are gods. But now, the gods are dead! When the old god dies and the new god is not established, it is also the time for the demons to revel, and it is also a time for the demons to turn over......