The scene of a living person and a dozen dead bodies playing poker for half a night in a dimly lit room makes people feel more and more terrifying the more they think about it, and their scalps tingle inch by inch.

Crane suppressed the instinctive fear, looked at the twenty-eight or nineteen-year-old man in front of him, whose face was pale, his brown eyes were full of malice, and the whole person revealed a little madness, pretending to be intimidated by the other party's momentum, and took a step back, while Caspars left the card room and closed the door.

The man asked in a low voice:

"Are you looking for a bodyguard?"

“...... Yes. Crane swallowed deliberately.

The strangeness of the other party not only scared him, but also brought him a certain sense of reassurance.

The stronger and more powerful the bodyguard, the safer he will naturally be!

The pale-faced man in the black vest raised his chin and said:

"Why do you want to get a bodyguard, and how much are you willing to pay for it?"

Klein didn't answer immediately, and thought for dozens of seconds before saying:

"I'll tell you the details of the mission first, and after you evaluate it, give me a price, if I can pay for it, or have an item of equivalent value, then the deal will be made, if it's the other way, I can only give up and find someone else. ”

The malevolent man did not speak, bowed his head slightly, and motioned for Klein to speak.

Crane deliberately glanced at the living corpses, taking them for normal players, and asked with his eyes "Do you want to kick those guys out of the room before answering?"

"No, I don't. The pale-faced man said in a deep voice.

Klein considered it for a moment and described it truthfully:

"I offended a big man, and there may be a big man supported by the state behind him. ”

There was suddenly no movement in the card room, completely silent, and the man with malicious intent in his eyes and a little madness froze in place, as if he had turned into a plaster statue.

After nearly a minute, he spoke slowly:

"This task is invaluable. ”

"You get out. ”

Klein didn't react until he turned and walked to the table that he realized the deal had not been done.

You dragged a bunch of living corpses around the room playing cards, acting like they were very tall and powerful, and you were scared off like that......? Crane didn't know whether to cry or laugh and added:

"That big man wasn't that free in Beckland. ”

The man in the black vest ignored him and sat down again, and the living corpses began to deal cards and throw chips again.

Klein let out a sigh and exited the room, where he saw Caspars Cornen, a half-centenarian with rosacea and hideous wounds, waiting outside.

"Failed to make a deal. Crane said, stretching his hands.

Kaspars did not show surprise, and muttered for a few seconds:

"He's asking too much for a price?"

"No, he found the task too difficult. Klein didn't hide it.

Kaspars's brows moved slightly:

"Marić is the scariest of the people I know, he's not even afraid of bullets, and since he thinks it's a difficult task, I don't think I can help you get in touch with any other great guys. ”

"It's a pity. Crane sighed.

Kaspas clenched his right fist and struck his left chest and said:

"May the storm be with you. ”

Then I'm dead...... Klein smiled bitterly:

"Thank you. ”

"You can try to ask me some of the best guys in the other places, and I'll pay you, huh...... I'll do it again tomorrow night. ”

After receiving an affirmative answer, he left the Brave Bar with a little melancholy, not even interested in playing a game of billiards.

Am I being too honest? If the commission had been described simply, Marić would have agreed...... I just don't know how much he's going to ask for...... Hey, it's not my style to let others help me face danger when I'm being hidden...... As an extraordinary person, if you always go against your true thoughts and your own principles, I am afraid that you will not be far from getting out of control...... Half-embarrassed and half-relieved, Klein changed to a carriage and returned to Minsk Street.

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

After washing, Klein didn't waste charcoal, and went straight into the bedroom, pulling the curtains to isolate the room from the outside world.

On the way back, he thought carefully for a while and realized that the danger that might arise was not unsolvable.

For the unknown Mr. Ambassador, his main and fundamental purpose was to find Ian Wright, and the reason why he sent someone to deal with me was because he wanted to get a clue about Ian, and after he couldn't get an answer head-on, he considered killing a psychic ...... If I could let him know that I couldn't actually find Ian, he wouldn't risk his life for a thug under the possible surveillance of the military's special services......

Of course, my appearance, my strength beyond his expectations, let their actions be exposed, suffered a serious setback, and if I were the ambassador, I would definitely think about revenge and venting anger, but definitely not now, not now, not when the situation is tense and undercurrent...... Well, the premise is that the ambassador has brains, not a straw bale who only knows how to gamble purely by relying on relationships...... Being able to let him preside over such an important matter shows that he should still be relatively reliable......

In other words, the crux of the matter lies in the whereabouts of Ian Wright!

Well...... There is still a little hidden danger, after the final defeat of that ambassador, will he deliberately reveal to the special military department that Meursault is extraordinary, let them know that my strength is questionable, and take revenge on me with their hands...... It's just a matter of mouth, it's not a bit difficult, and you have to be careful......

Klein analyzed his situation clearly, and suddenly had the urge to buy a murderer to kill the unknown ambassador.

But thinking about the powerful sequencers that might exist around the other party, he was frustrated again.

"I wonder if the Courier will be able to accept my assignment without Mr. Azik's consent...... Probably not...... Pay close attention to this matter and find an opportunity to kill him? Since he sent someone to kill me, I won't have a little psychological burden to kill him...... By the way, you can consider enacting this task at the Tarot meeting, and see if Miss 'Justice' and Mr. 'The Hanged Man' have any way to do it...... Perhaps, you can spend a lot of money to hire that Mr. A or a strong person of the same order......" Crane suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of "Tarot Meeting".

With an idea, he settled down a lot, found paper and a pen, and wrote down the divination statement:

"The whereabouts of Ian Wright. ”

After making sure that there were no hidden Extraordinaries in the room, Klein looked at the curtains that covered the prying eyes, and while recalling Ian's appearance, he silently recited the divination phrase and leaned back in his chair.

He soon fell into a dream, and in the illusory and hazy world he saw a dark, small, dirty room, with bunk beds and bunks, and four people sleeping together.

Ian was on top of the bunk bed, curled up, clutching the old satchel and asleep.

The dream shattered, and Crane opened his eyes and interpreted the revelation:

"This kind of accommodation only exists in the East End and Beckland Bridge area, but it's an unusually large place, and even if all the police in Beckland are dispatched, they can't really check the ......."

"Ian is very careful, he didn't leave anything behind me, otherwise I would have been able to find him with the Divination Staff......"

After thinking for a few minutes, Klein picked up the pen and added a paragraph before and after the divination statement, turning it into an argumentative statement:

"I don't know the whereabouts of Ian Wright, and I haven't seen him since I found his body. ”

The paper was placed on the desk with a pen pressed against the edge.

With all that done, Crane stood up and returned to his bed, quickly checking with a not-so-obvious coin flick to see if someone was watching his every move.

After receiving a negative answer, he quickly took four steps backwards, silently recited the incantation, and entered the gray mist.

In the ancient and majestic palace, Crane didn't bother to look at the surrounding situation, and repeated the divination just now.

Seeing that the negative answer had not changed, he was no longer so nervous, and looked up to the side, only to find that the core of the newly added crimson star was dyed with a little sun-like gold.

"That's where the warmth I feel comes from?" Klein spread spiritually, carefully touching the past in a reminiscence-pleading manner.

The light and shadow changed, and a blurry scene quickly appeared in front of his eyes.

The petite girl and a lady with slightly curly brown hair who he had tried to pull into the gray mist stood in front of the "altar", and a man in a white hardshell mask whispered the corresponding honorific name of the eternal sun, creating a warm, pure light.

Is this looking for someone to exorcise evil spirits? Klein almost laughed.

At this time, he finally figured out the reason for the previous situation, it was not that someone had penetrated the gray fog and locked him, this kind of reciting the honorific name and praying with the same "justice" and others, and after the gray mist received the information, it would naturally and instinctively feed back to him, but because it was not a prayer, the illusory cascading sound became a warm current.

"Hint, this is a hint, not a ...... of harm and impact," Klein made a clear judgment.

At the same time, he also roughly determined one thing, that is, the way in which this mysterious space above the gray fog and Miss "Justice" established contact with them is not absolutely weird, it is not within the rules of this world, it will still be subject to certain constraints, and will be affected by a specific way to some extent.

Crane continued to look at the scene in front of him, listening to the voice, and was stunned to find that it had lasted longer than before.

Until then, he couldn't actively spy on the target of the Crimson Star, and he couldn't receive the corresponding scene unless the other party prayed.

In another case, when he gives feedback, he can see the scene and hear the synchronized sounds, but once the response is over, he can't get any additional information.

And now, it's like he's watching a video, a reality show that has been mosaic for a long time.

He watched the petite lady talk to a man in a golden mask in the study, heard her companion call her Hugh, and understood that she was seeking extraordinary materials for the "sheriff" potion......

It wasn't until the two ladies returned home that Klein regretted that he couldn't read their house numbers clearly, and the "video" ended.

Looking at the fading sun-like gold, he nodded thoughtfully, vaguely understanding why this abnormality had occurred.

"In other words, the power of purification has helped me maintain the corresponding passage?Is Hugh's 30 pounds worth it...... I don't know when I'll be able to maintain my ......" Crane shook his head and smiled, figuring out his pen and paper, intending to continue divining Ian Wright's whereabouts above the gray mist.