Table tennis!

The silver bullet crossed a distance of several meters and accurately burrowed into the neck of the tuxedo clown, and large strands of blood flowed out, staining the skin and the bow tie red.

The tuxedo clown couldn't scream, and there was a sound in his throat, and he wanted to raise his hand and remove the fatal injury, but his shoulder and elbow joints seemed to be filled with glue, and his movements were jerky and slow.

Table tennis!

Entering a semi-meditative state, Klein was not frightened by the blood, and once again pulled the trigger, calm as if he was carrying out his daily practice.

A hideous hole appeared in the tuxedo clown's forehead, and a red poke poured out, dimming the light of his eyes, and the power of the delicate revolver was much stronger than Crane expected.

With his knees bent and his arms hanging down, the tuxedo clown slowly fell to the ground, his eyes fixed on dazedness.

His body twitched a few times, then slowly stretched out, and there was no other movement.

With a single shot, Klein coolly turned around and shook off the wheel, allowing the empty shells to hit the ground one by one.

Then, dressed in a black suit and half-height silk top hat, he walked over to Al Hasson as he pulled out the last silver Witching Bullet from his pocket and slipped it into the magazine.

The reason why he didn't look back at the tragic situation of the tuxedo clown was purely because of the discomfort of killing for the first time, but he couldn't kill it, he didn't know what would happen after the other party was completely controlled by the puppet.

Moreover, he didn't want to risk entering the scope of influence of the seal "2-049" again, after all, no one could say whether there would be a strange change this time, making the self-help of the "transfer ritual" invalid.

As for the items on the tuxedo clown, Klein only cares if there is the so-called "Joker" potion formula, or the corresponding clues, but this is not something that needs to be done in a hurry, and then you can do it with Dunn, Al and others, and the night watchman team gets it almost equal to getting it themselves, they can't be reluctant to give up the potion formula of sequence 8, it's a big deal to spend time accumulating credit, anyway, it hasn't been long since they became "soothsayers", and there is still a long way to go before "digestion".

In the midst of his thoughts, Klein walked briskly over to Al Hasson, a gentleman in a gray trench coat who struggled to sit up several times, tried and failed, and fell covered in mud and dust.

"Mr. Hassan, do you need anything from me?" he asked, crouching down, his revolver pointing diagonally to the ground to prevent accidental firing.

Al gasped and sighed:

"That monster is too strong, if it weren't for its weakness......"

Speaking of this, he pointed to a sky-blue metal vial beside him and laughed to himself:

"I wanted to take the potion, but my hand shook a little......"

The blue metal vial was about the size of Klein's thumb and no more than five centimeters high, with a concealed spiral lid that fell to one side, completely soaked with liquid.

Crane reached out and picked up the vial, squinted at it, and replied helplessly:

"Mr. Hasson, there are only a few drops left on the wall of the bottle. ”

"You go...... Borgia is found on the inside, inside the pocket. Al gasped as he spoke.

"Okay. Crane stood up and casually asked, "Is this a healing potion?"

Items on the mystery side?

"No, it only has a certain therapeutic effect, mainly, mainly to stimulate our spirit and squeeze our body's ...... Potential, let us stay in a good state for a short time, for a short period of time, support to return, support to accept, receive treatment. Al tried to sit up, but again failed," and its name was, 'The Goddess's Gaze...... You remember to make Borgia drink half of the potion. ”

Without further delay, Crane turned around and walked quickly to Borgia, who was groaning in pain, and retrieved the standard sky-blue metal vial from the arms of the half-unconscious night watchman.

Unscrewing the cap, he carefully brought the mouth of the bottle to Borgia's mouth.

Borgia sensed it and tried to open his lips.

The bottle tilted, and a dark red liquid flowed into Borgia's mouth.

Estimating the weight, Crane stopped in time and re-screwed the cap.

The effect of the potion seemed to be really good, and within a few seconds of Borgia swallowing, the sparkle in his eyes recondensed, and he said in a low voice:

"Thank you. ”

With that, he sat up slowly with his hands on the ground, first dealing with his injuries, and then walked over to the unconscious Lorota and Dunn, and retrieved the "Goddess's Gaze" from the latter's inner pocket.

Crane returned to Al and fed the remaining half of the potion into his mouth.

Al gasped a few times, and his movements suddenly became sagile, and he stood up as if he had never been injured.

"I'm going to help Borgia, and you're in charge of your companion. The gentleman, who was very attractive to a middle-aged man, pointed to Leonard Mitchell.

Crane had no opinion, turned around, and trotted over to Leonard, the "poet."

"No, I can drink it myself. Leonard, whose hair was messy and drooping, smiled and raised the sky-blue metal vial in his hand.

Seeing that the other party held his hand and stood up quickly, Klein, who wanted to slander him, was suddenly stunned:

Leonard's injuries were milder than I expected......

He has the ability to take the potion at the very beginning!

That is, he may have seen my "transit ritual" of taking four counterclockwise steps!

No, this matter is okay, my silent thoughts are all in my heart, and the "transfer ritual" has no external abnormal performance, otherwise the tuxedo clown would not be fooled......

But even so, Leonard, who had long since recovered but chose to watch from the sidelines, must have seen a lot of things, for example, I was not affected by "2-049" and plotted against the tuxedo clown......

Just as Klein's eyes narrowed slightly, Leonard, who was coming from the opposite direction, stopped next to him, looked ahead and chuckled:

"I wanted to save you, but I found you didn't need it. ”

"Don't worry, there are many special people in this world who can always do things that others can't do, such as you ......"

“...... Take me, for example. The corners of Leonard's mouth turned up, and he walked past Crane and towards the awakened Dunn and Lorota.

Narcissistic ...... Klein secretly complained, and his heart relaxed a lot.

It seems that Leonard Mitchell is also hiding a lot of secrets...... He thoughtfully joined up with the troops, watched as Captain Dunn put on his gloves and picked up the yellow-brown and blood-stained Antigonus family notebook.

The cover of the notebook was made entirely of dark black cardboard, and it exuded an ancient and distant atmosphere, showing no signs of softening or decaying, so close to what Crane had seen in his dreams that he began to suspect that when he opened it, he would see a fool wearing a splendid headdress.

But he soon knew he was overthinking, as Dunn carefully flipped through his notes to make final confirmations.

The words on it were not readily read by Klein, who was not at a good angle, but he was sure that there was no fool in fancy clothes and a gorgeous headdress.

"Ahem, no problem. Dunn closed the note and held it firmly, then looked at Al and the others, "In the next few days, store it and the seal '2-049' behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen City, and wait until you recover, or Beckland will send someone over." ”

Hearing this, Crane was a little disappointed, but also glad, he wanted to read the Antigonus family notebook again, to find out the cause of death of the original owner, Welch, and Naya, but he felt that this ancient object was full of misfortune and always brought disaster, so he did not dare to touch it.

It is the best choice to hand it over to the church headquarters and seal it tightly...... He sighed to himself.

"Okay. Al Hassan, Borgia, and Lorotta each nodded, and at the same time turned around and came to the side of the seal "2-049".

They woke each other up, re-stuffing the puppets that had resumed their operations at some point into a cracked iron-black box, and kept them under close surveillance.

"Everything works fine. Al's tone was a little more relaxed.

Inside the tiny iron-black box, the puppet wrapped in strips of oil-stained cloth creaked over, pointing the clown's face at the light source.

On this strange face, under the pure black pupilless eyes, two small dark red cracks appeared that were not easy to see.

Meanwhile, Dunn, Leonard, and a courageous Crane search the body of the tuxedo clown, uncovering a myriad of items such as paper flowers, handkerchiefs, pokers, and pieces of glass.

However, other than that, the other party did not bring anything of value, or something that could provide clues.

Well, there are seven or eight pounds and a dozen soles in addition to the wallet...... Crane sighed quietly.

Thinking of money, he immediately lowered his head and looked at himself, and his face almost collapsed.

His formal suit, worth several pounds, had been tumbling and rubbing five or six places that needed to be repaired, and was littered with dirt and dust.

Dunn glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth turned up:

"Losses in the mission are reimbursable. ”

Reimbursement...... Hearing the word "invented" by Russell the Great, Klein's mood was beautiful:

Well, this formal suit should be cleaned and mended, it can still be worn and decent enough......

When the reimbursement is down, you can buy another set and form a rotation!

Well, I'm not the one to divert the reimbursement money for......

But in the future, you have to consider the "battle suit", such as the captain's black trench coat...... If the material is slightly worse, it is much cheaper than a tuxedo formal suit...... Hey, Leonard doesn't like to wear formal clothes for a long time, is there a consideration for this......

"The body was disposed of by Frye to see if he could identify his original appearance and find clues about it. Dunn touched the paint on the tuxedo clown's face with his glove.

After that, they searched the innermost warehouse, and saw several clumps of flesh and mud crushed by the boulders, and saw one after another of Bai Sensen's broken bones littered everywhere.

"Rare Bieber is supposed to be using an ancient ritual to absorb the power contained in the notes, just as we take a higher-grade sequence potion directly, which is full of dangers, must have an undisturbed environment, must be given a certain amount of sleep, and this is probably the reason why he has not left Tingen so far. Dunn looked at it, guessing what it might be.

Hearing such a description, the black-haired lady Lorota smiled palely:

"It's a pity that he was woken up by us in advance, and the anger he got up with is really memorable. ”

"That's the kind of loss of control. Dunn looked at Klein, half explaining and half teaching.

"Then why didn't he just leave Tingen and try to absorb it somewhere else?" asked Crane, puzzled.

Al Hasan smiled, pointed to his head, and said:

"Guys who are affected by ancient powers, evil powers, are often not very useful here. ”

At this time, Dunn took a breath and said with a hint of pain:

"Leonard, you're fine, just stay here and don't let ordinary people get close...... A few of us immediately collected the remnants of Riel Bieber, returned with them and the seals, as well as the notes from the Antigonus family, and had Frye, Loy, and the police over. ”