From the 12th onwards!

That Demon Slayer!

The moment he saw the corpse and heard the voice, Klein's hairs stood on end, knowing that something bad had happened to him.

In his sight, the decoration of the living room was mainly bright yellow, and there was nothing unusual about the coffee table, sofa and other things, only the carpet was stained with bright red blood and slowly soaked.

On the side of the empty female corpse in the abdominal wound, a large black dog squatted, its mouth was half open, revealing sharp white teeth that made people tremble, and on each tooth, there were rust-like dark red marks, which seemed to be the result of eating flesh and blood for a long time but not cleaning it often.

At this moment, the large black dog's teeth were still wrapped around blood-colored small intestines, and there were dots of torn raw meat.

Its head shifted, and its magma-like eyes reflected Crane, dressed as a worker, and his disguised face.

"Lotus!" the large black dog let out a demonstrative roar in his throat.

It's really an animal! It's the "demon" of Sequence 6, the "demon" who is about to be promoted! And none of the preparations I've made today are aimed at it...... A few thoughts flashed through Klein's mind.

Huo Ran's body swelled rapidly, turning into a monster two or three meters tall, behind it, a pair of huge bat wings slowly opened, and beside its ears, sheep's horns covered with mysterious patterns were growing.

Within its wet, shiny hair, red and blue flames leaped out, and the strong smell of sulfur escaped.

Almost at the same time, Crane kicked on the spot, swung his cane out without retreating, and rushed towards the demon dog like a cannonball.

Sting!

The black demon dog swooped forward quickly, and the spiky claws of the dog swung out an afterimage, and it slapped Crane's body in one fell swoop.

Silently, its claws pierced through the figure as if through air!

Crane's figure then dimmed, quickly becoming transparent.

It's just a phantom!

It's an illusion created by Klein!

At this time, he himself had rolled on the spot, approached the convex belly window, and then pressed his left hand to prop it up, and his whole body rose into the air and hit the glass directly.

When he recognized who the enemy was, he made up his mind and ran away!

Seeing this, the demonic giant dog's magma-like eyes suddenly brightened, and there seemed to be flames burning inside.

It opened its mouth and emitted a foul-smelling word full of filth, derived from the word of the Devil's Language:

"Die!"

Burst!

Klein's body suddenly stopped, and his heart seemed to be clutched by an invisible hand.

The figure, frozen in mid-air, instantly thinned and faded, turning into a crudely cut paper figure.

And this paper figure is stained with red rust, mottled red rust!

Clang, click, and in two indistinguishable movements, Crane's figure reappeared, smashed through the convex belly window, and pounced on the stone-cast street outside, and the stand-in paper figure slowly fell, burning with a sulfur-smelling flame.

The demon dog roared, pounced again, and jumped onto the windowsill.

A ball of crimson fireball with a blue glow flew out of its mouth and blasted into the enemy's escape path.

As soon as Klein landed, he immediately took another roll, and the blue red fireball smashed next to it, but it didn't explode immediately, as if it was affected by an invisible force, and it slowed down.

Bang!

It wasn't until Crane was able to leap some distance away that the fireball swelled and exploded, shattering the surrounding stone slabs.

Seeing that the demon dog was about to pursue, Crane opened his mouth preparedly.

He shouted at the top of his voice:

"Murder!"

"Help!"

"Murder!"

"Help!"

The sound seemed to have a special effect attached, waking far away in the quiet of the night, waking up the entire street and reaching the ears of the patrolmen two streets away.

The Demon Dog's posture of pounce paused, and after thinking for a second, it retreated into the room and began to clean up the scene.

And Crane's running figure also disappeared in an instant in the shouts of "killing" and "help".

In a nearby house, in the fireplace that had long been extinguished, the remnants of charcoal were rekindled and an exaggerated flame was rising.

As if performing a magic trick, Crane flashed into the flames, and with a slight leap, jumped out with his cane.

Then, using the "master key", he opened the door when he met it, passed through the wall, and quickly escaped in the other direction.

"Phew, at times like this, calling for help without extraordinary power is much more useful than shooting with a bang-bang analog pronunciation......" Crane sighed as he took out a bottle of Amanda hydrosol and dropped a few drops on his body.

Because the original race of the "demon" is a dog, he has to beware of the other party's special ability to smell and track!

It was only at the other intersection that Klein paused and looked around.

Seeing that it was quiet and unaffected, he hurried to the side of the street and hired a horse-drawn carriage.

It wasn't until the carriage had traveled a long distance in the middle of the night that Crane was truly relieved to know that the "demon" wouldn't catch up.

The "master key" is really weird...... It actually made me get lost and get lost at the scene of the killing, and I have to be cautious and cautious when using it in the future...... That's really an animal-turned-"demon...... Where did its potions and recipes come from? Does it have a human companion? How did it choose its targets for serial murder in the first place?

Well, it is gratifying that after this is determined, it will be much more difficult for it to commit crimes, and the probability of being caught will also be greatly increased......

Thoughts and doubts welled up in Crane's mind, and the carriage sped quickly on the wide, uninhabited road, between the gas street lamps.

Suddenly, Klein's heart moved, and a picture naturally appeared in his mind:

Pea vines drooped down from the sky, weaving together into a dense forest road, but the coachman unconsciously steered the carriage and continued to drive over the greenery.

Not good!

Crane didn't hesitate and slammed into the window to jump out into the street.

The carriage shook, and he was bounced back.

At the same time, the pea vines really drooped!

Crane frowned, trying to manipulate the flames to set the carriage on fire, but his snapping fingers didn't make a sound.

By this time, the surroundings had become eerily quiet, and even the sound of horses' hooves trampling greenery and wheels speeding over had disappeared.

Crane tried to calm himself down, and he looked out the window to see that the carriage was halfway up the air along the pea vine-lined road.

This, this is not Beckland...... He narrowed his eyes.

Just then, the carriage stopped, and outside the window were hammock-like seats with pea vines connected in mid-air.

A pair of feet in black leather boots fell from there, and a soft, but emotionless voice reached Klein's ears:

"What were you doing?"

It's the woman in the museum...... Suspected of being a high-sequence powerhouse...... She didn't seem to recognize me, after all, I had disguised myself with an Azik brass whistle...... She must have heard the cries for help before coming to check...... Klein's mind became extremely active at this moment.

He deliberately swallowed his spit and said:

"I'm a private investigator, and I'm with a lot of friends investigating a recent serial murder. ”

"I have a magical item called the 'Master Key' that can open doors and pass through walls, but can cause you to get lost. ”

"It was in this process that I ran directly into the scene of the crime, because I was not an opponent, so I could only run and shout for help. ”

Everything I say is true...... Klein silently added in his mind.

After he finished speaking, there was no response from outside for a moment, but he felt a line of sight penetrate the carriage, penetrate the obstacle, and directly examine the items he was carrying.

Luckily, I left the Azik Bronze Whistle and Bookmarks on the Gray Mist just to be on the safe side...... At this moment, Klein was so happy.

Prudence and caution really worked!

After that indescribable silence, the soft but emotionless female voice finally spoke:

"That key has a certain curse, don't use it unless you have to. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, everything around her changed, what pea vines, what forest roads, what paths leading to the air, all disappeared, and the carriage still drove on the street, between the elegant iron-black gas street lamps.

Klein kept his heart up until the carriage arrived near the East End, and he paid 8 soles.

- Normally, horse-drawn carriages don't go into any of the streets of the East End, because that's likely to be robbed.

In that one-bedroom room on Black Palm Street, Klein changed his clothes and went straight to sleep, not trying to return to Minsk Street after the wee hours of the morning - the twelfth homicide had appeared, and Beckland's condition must have become more tense, and there must have been various checks outside.

He didn't immediately go to the gray mist to study the secret of the "bookmark", acting as if he had just described it to the mysterious woman, just a low-sequence private detective with some extraordinary abilities.

"It's really an accident tonight, it's quite exciting, I'm just stealing something...... Well, the 'master key' is to blame for most of the problems......" Crane laughed to himself, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, breathing in a choking mist that irritated his throat, he slowly returned home, picking up newspapers and letters from the newspaper box.

After opening the door, he casually spread out the newspaper and took a look, and found that the headline on the front page was not surprising:

"The 12th!"

"The demon has reappeared, and the police claim to have locked up the murderer!"

......

As for the theft of the exhibits of the Kingdom Museum, it was only mentioned in an inconspicuous place, and it was not even said what was stolen.

The letter without stamps sent along with the newspaper was a water bill, which Klein had to pay himself, and he glanced at it, threw it on the coffee table, and went back to the second floor to boil water and take a bath.

It wasn't until the mist filled the bathroom that he seized the opportunity and took four steps backwards into the gray mist.

In the immaculate palace, Crane sat down and picked up the bookmark depicting Emperor Russell.

"It's not easy to get you!" he sighed silently as he rubbed the surface of the cardboard.