On the outskirts of the north-west suburbs, in a three-storey house that is about to be abandoned.

It originally belonged to the Beckland School of Medicine, but the main body of the latter has now been relocated to a better and more suitable location, leaving only a small number of teaching staff and students who did not successfully graduate to "guard" the local area.

Audrey wore a white coat and a mask of the same color, and her moist blonde hair was tucked into a cold-colored surgical cap.

She rolled her eyes to look at Furth Wall, who was dressed in the same way, and always felt that the other party had a special temperament, and seemed to be more suitable for such an outfit than herself.

Forehead...... It is the kind of temperament that can pick up a scalpel at any time and cut open the patient's stomach...... Audrey didn't speak, and followed Furth half a step behind into the classroom in front of her.

She was taken aback when she received information from Hugh from Firth, for Mr. Fool had said that it was an easy task.

Considering that the simplicity may be only relative to Mr. "Fool" himself, Audrey took the opportunity to disguise herself alone, recited her honorific name, prayed in a whisper, and reported what had happened.

So far, though, she hasn't received a response.

Passing through the door and entering the room, Audrey instinctively looked around first, and found that this was not an ordinary classroom, but there were four skeletal specimens and four coffins made of glass, and the coffins were filled with embalming, soaked in four pale and naked corpses.

At the top of the classroom, there was also a transparent glass pillar, also filled with liquid, and floating the corpse of a man in a black bachelor's uniform.

The corpse's clothes clung to his body, giving him a feeling of extreme weight and heaviness, and he did not soften, but just floated upright in the center.

It's like drowning in it alive, rather than putting it in after death...... Audrey made a preliminary judgment with the attitude of the audience.

In addition, she saw that around the long tables in the room were sparsely seated several people dressed in white coats and white masks and surgical caps, all of whom did not say a word, just like the corpses and bones around them.

Looking at the crimson moon and the dim and gloomy night outside, Audrey looked back at the scene in the classroom, and couldn't help but shudder for a moment, which came from instinctive fear.

But again, she felt excited and excited.

This is the life of an extraordinary person...... Audrey muttered silently, and followed Furth to find a corner and sit down.

After waiting for a while, the floating male corpse in a black bachelor's uniform suddenly opened his eyes in the vertical glass pillar at the front of the classroom, allowing the voice to come out through the obstacles:

"Let's get started. ”

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

East End, Dharavi Street.

Dressed in a dusty gray-blue worker's uniform and cap, Crane walked the dimly lit streets where only a few gas lamps were still in effect.

In the apartments on either side, a little candlelight sprinkled with the crimson moonlight that struggled to penetrate the clouds, barely outlining the silhouette of pedestrians on the road.

Klein met passers-by with old and tattered clothes and a numb expression of despair, who were homeless people who were being chased away by the police.

They have nowhere to sleep, so they wander aimlessly through the streets, occasionally taking the opportunity to take a break in an unobtrusive corner or on a street chair in a park, only to be blown away again soon.

In the cold and deep night, Crane felt that they were more like living corpses than the living corpses he had seen, and the entire East Side was more like the abyss of myths and legends.

He took a sharp breath, but his throat was irritated, and he couldn't help coughing twice, and hurriedly collected his thoughts, and looked at the apartment at the corner of the street with obvious blast wounds that had not yet been repaired.

"The best and most secluded place to monitor the crime scene is the other apartment directly opposite, with the third floor, fourth floor, and the roof all in order......" Crane analyzed the situation based on what he had learned in the Nightwatch team.

During the whole process, he did not slow down, so as not to be suspected.

Coming to the street, Klein smoothly crossed the 1 apartment and entered the building across the street from the crime scene.

He was no stranger to similar places, the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East End was in a similar apartment, and when he was in Tingen, he lived with his brother Benson and sister Melissa in a long-term apartment that was only a little higher—both Klein's own experience and the memory fragments of the original owner.

In the midst of his thoughts, Klein lowered his cap, buried his head, and walked down the creaking stairs all the way to the third floor.

Due to the bad luck of the evening, he now has no revolver, so he can only put one hand into his coat pocket and hold a few tarot cards between his fingers.

In the corridor on the third floor, where there was no light and only a little moonlight, Klein did not rush forward and carefully observed the layout.

Facing the scene of the crime is on the left, and the best view of surveillance is probably the third room in the past...... Klein began to walk cautiously and slowly.

After walking through both rooms, he also inserted his right hand into his pocket and deftly opened the iron cigarette case.

In an instant, his fingers touched the "all-black eye", and his ears immediately sounded like a brain-tearing whisper.

At the same time, with the help of the contaminated object, Crane saw strange thin black lines.

These thin lines float in the void, although there is a certain amount of interlacing and a little entanglement, but looking back at the source, you can still tell who they belong to.

Corresponding figures were reflected in Klein's almost boiled brain, including men, women and children sleeping in bunk beds, and several tenants lying on the floor.

Other than that, there is no special place and no hidden characters.

Klein hurriedly retracted his hand without directly touching the "all-black eye", and the hallucinations in front of him and the auditory hallucinations in his ears slowly improved.

He endured the pain and continued on his way, relieved slightly, and immediately observed the other room.

It's a pity that he "searched" the entire apartment where it was convenient to observe the crime scene opposite, but he didn't find anything.

Whew, whew...... Klein cowered into the corner of the balcony, his hands on his knees, and gasped violently.

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and snot popped out from time to time, as if he had suddenly become ill.

This is the result of frequent exposure to the "Eyes of All Black" in a short period of time, and with Klein's resistance in this regard, he is not completely immune.

The only thing that satisfied him was that it was just a thrill, not a pollution, otherwise he would have given up long ago and would not dare to try again, which would have led directly to madness.

After resting for a while, Klein finally calmed down and changed to an apartment with a better view, but still nothing came of it.

Did I misinterpret it? The clue is at the scene of the crime? Klein returned to the street, looking at the apartment with the marks of the explosion out of the corner of his eye.

With the mindset of giving it a try, he slipped his hand into his pocket again, pushed it open and poked into the iron cigarette case.

He wanted to check if there was anyone hiding in the apartment where he had found the crime.

With a buzz, Crane's head suddenly felt like it had been smashed, and his body shook a little.

Like a drunkard, he staggered forward and looked at the apartment with the scars of the explosion.

Because they were so far away, he couldn't "see" the thin black lines, nor could he trace the source to see where they belonged, and he could only barely distinguish where the thin lines were clustered, and such places indicated that there were people.

No, no, no...... Klein swept quickly, making a rough judgment.

Suddenly, he noticed that there were thin black lines floating out of the crime scene on the third floor, blending into the air!

This...... Crane's pupils shrank in confirmation, and then he quickly withdrew his hand, no longer touching the all-black eye.

There was someone in the bombed-out room!

That murderer was so crazy that he waited for the probe at the scene?

Isn't he afraid that there will be an official extraordinary person investigating this case by the way?

I made a mistake in my judgment and never found him because I had completely different logic from the madman......

Thoughts flashed quickly, and Crane exhaled slowly, pretending that nothing was right, and went around to the entrance of the apartment.

At this time, all his adverse reactions subsided.

Controlling his facial expressions and body language, Crane made his way to the third floor as if he were home, his steps fast and a little heavy from exhaustion.

In the dimly lit hallway, he saw at a glance the doorless room, with most of the walls crumbling, and then "carelessly" walked in the direction of the public bathroom.

As he approached the room, his hand, which had been in his pocket, touched the "Eyes of All-Black".

It was the head-splitting whispering, and the shaky hallucinations, and Klein saw black illusory threads spreading out of the crime scene out of the corner of his eye.

Tracing back to the source, he found a man who completely blended into the shadows, and his aura was the same color.

The man was very tall, close to two meters, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, making him look rather withdrawn.

His eyes were like beasts, and there was a ferocity that could not be concealed in his indifference.

Not Lanerus...... Crane retracted his fingers, loosened his tense body, apparently ignoring the gaze that might exist, and walked to the end of the aisle without stopping and into the public bathroom, without alerting the man.

The public bathroom was not on the same side as the crime scene, so he wiped a cold sweat, and after calming down the negative effects a little, he went straight out of the window, climbed down skillfully, and then walked away quickly, no longer staying.

He knew that in a few minutes, the man would notice that someone who had gone to the bathroom had not returned, and he would be alert to catch up, so he had to stay away from Dharavi Street as soon as possible.

It's not that Klein doesn't want to go back the way he came, but he doesn't know which room he can go to, and that would also expose the problem.

"Joker" ran as fast as he could, and after making a big circle, he entered the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East End, and came to the gray fog, confirming that there was no danger of being overtaken.

That guy is supposed to have a deep connection to Laneus...... Crane groaned slightly, revealing the portrait of the man just now, and passing on his mind to the crimson star that symbolized Miss "Justice".

Then he said in a majestic and low voice:

"Here's the clue. ”

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