Almost instinctively, Klein bent his knees, swung his back sideways, and rolled in the other direction, the door of the bathroom.
Whoosh!
A small black feather arrow was inserted into the toilet. The arrow seemed to be made of bones, with a blue color, which looked very beautiful.
If Klein had hesitated just now, he would definitely not be able to escape this sudden attack!
After rolling for a moment, Klein reached out and touched his pocket, trying to draw out a few tarot cards.
But at this moment, he felt a strong wind blowing in front of him. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a black figure approaching at high speed, bullying him in an extraordinary posture, tightening his instep, kicking him out from bottom to top.
Seeing that Klein could not dodge, he quickly gave up his thoughts and elbowed him to block the attack.
With a bang, he felt his entire left arm suddenly become numb, and his body was pulled out with difficulty, just like the middle class's favorite tennis squash and football that is currently popular among the lower class workers.
What a great power!Klein's heart tightened, and he adjusted his body in the air without any confusion, changed his posture, barely maintaining his balance, just like performing acrobatics.
Bang!Bang, bang... At this time, the bark-colored blowpipe had just fallen to the ground of the bathroom and bounced towards the door, from fast to slow.
Just as Klein was about to stretch his body, stand firmly, and deal with the subsequent attack, a picture suddenly flashed through his mind:
The enemy in black was faster than he had imagined and arrived faster than he expected, slamming his waist and waving his arms, hitting his chest with a punch.
In an instant, Klein's body reunited and turned half a circle, like a small ball that kept falling and being thrown away.
Bang!
He reached out and pressed his hand to the ground, spreading his legs like scissors, causing the fist in the black to hit anything, and went through the gap and exploded the air.
The fist, which originally targeted his chest, could only hit Klein's legs after he turned his body, and his legs could be opened.
Press and support, and his legs were shrinking. Klein jumped to the other side quickly and finally stood firm and straight.
Bang!
Before he could examine the enemy, the black figure leaned sideways, causing a strong storm.
Respond so quickly!Klein quickly put his arms on the shelves and blocked him in front of him.
With the muffled bang, he seemed to be hit by a black bear. He couldn't bear the powerful force, so he could only stagger back and almost lost consciousness with his arms.
Meanwhile, Klein finally recognized who the attacker was.
He has dark skin, thin and strong eyes, and his eyes are deeply entangled. It is Meurso, the executioner of the Zmange Party. Meurso, who came to Detective Moriarty in the morning!
Slap!Murso's eyes showed fierce light, and he chased him tightly, swung his arms, either hooked left or right, launching a storm-like attack.
Klein's strength was significantly different from that of the opponent and could not resist it head-on. He could barely avoid this combination of punches with his agility and premonition.
no!I must use my strengths!Similar thoughts flashed, Klein stopped fighting anymore, lowered his body, paused his legs, and rolled out to the side.
Snap!A chair was kicked into pieces by Mersau's leg.
Klein supported himself with his hands, and continued to roll, looking for an opportunity to take out the tarot cards and homemade talismans.
Pick!Pick!Pick!
Mersau caught up quickly and kicked out his legs alternately, no slower than the enemy.
He was like a giant bear with agility talent, with no shortcomings in all aspects, so the rolling Klein could only dodge and parry first, and he could not free up his hand to draw cards and get curses.
Snap, bang, bang!
The chair was broken, the table was turned over, the coat rack was falling down, and Klein went around for most of the time, and the situation became increasingly precarious.
This can't continue like this!He kept avoiding, rolling and turning, looking for all opportunities to turn the situation around.
Suddenly, he swept the coffee table in the living room out of the corner of his eye, and he had an idea in his mind.
Bang!With one hand and leaping back, Klein endured the pain and rolled towards the living room area.
At this time, Meerso's legs suddenly swelled, as if it was filled with air.
Pick!He stepped on the ground and seemed to shake. He jumped out and shot Klein like a bullet, then pulled out his legs.
Klein barely stepped on it, and was pulled out again. With a clang, he knocked over the coffee table, causing the ceramic tea set to fly to the cabinet, causing the round belly pen, standard contracts and various newspapers to scatter all over the floor.
Seeing that the detective wearing a black double-breasted long dress was hit and was weak all over, it was difficult to stand up and roll. The fierce light in Meurso's eyes was so fierce that he slid forward in the sound of the broken porcelain one after another, and pushed his knees out.
Klein looked at the scene with his eyes turning deep, and he had already held a standard contract in his hand.
He fled to the living room and continued to roll to the coffee table despite the premonition, just to get a standard contract or a newspaper!
Seeing Meurso's knees hit fiercely, Klein's wrist suddenly shook.
At this moment, a picture appeared in his mind again, with the scene of Meurso tilting his neck back.
Whoosh!
Klein pressed his wrist slightly and shook out the standard contract in his hand.
Whoosh!
The contract shot towards Meurso's throat like a dart made of steel. At this time, the two were no more than one meter apart, and as the other party's front head was getting closer and closer!
The white shadow came into view, and Meurso instinctively leaned back and tried to avoid it.
puff!
The standard contract accurately pierced into Meurso's throat and into his trachea.
Blood with a little foam flowed out, and Meurso fell in front of Klein, his knee hitting heavily on the ground.
He, He, He... He pulled out the blood-stained standard contract and covered his throat tightly.
But he could not stop the blood flowing out of the wound, and his eyes gradually dissipated.
By the end, his body twitched a few times and there was no movement anymore.
Klein slowed down for a while before he had the strength to turn over and stand up, with several tarot cards between his fingers, guarding against possible counterattacks and other enemies.
After turning on the spiritual vision and confirming that the other party was dead, Klein looked around and found no other aura color.
It was not until this time that his tightness eased a little. He noticed that two chairs were broken, the coffee table was broken, and the porcelain was everywhere on the ground, and the entire living room, dining room and foyer were in chaos.
He lowered his head and saw that the sleeves of the long dress were damaged a lot, and the outer layer of the wool was stained with a lot of dust.
Suddenly, Klein whispered:
This cannot be reimbursed by Ah...
Haha, hahaha, hahaha.
He laughed, as if he had encountered something that would be happy for the rest of his life, and he almost leaned back and forth, laughing so hard that only his laughter echoed in the whole room.
After a few dozen seconds, Klein restrained his smile and walked to Meerso's body with a calm expression.
He wants the dead to speak!
After familiar psychic rituals and self-response, Klein smelled the quiet fragrance and whispered using the techniques of dream divination:
The Lord Messau's Messau's Operation.
Soon, his eyes turned dark and he entered his dream and saw a gray spot.
The gray world suddenly changed light and shadow, and pictures and scenes were condensed:
In front of Murso is a middle-aged man without a hat. The collar and cuffs of his white shirt are complex, layered, petal-like decorations, which look extremely gorgeous. It is paired with a tight black vest and slimming leg trousers, which are fancy and exaggerated.
This middle-aged man has brown hair and blue eyes, a thin face and a stubborn stubble, but has a very attractive gentleman.
He looked at Meerso and said in a deep voice:
No matter what you do, be sure to find Ian Wright and try to keep him alive. If you die, please bring him to me within 1 hour, preferably 15 minutes.
Yes, Mr. Ambassador.Mersau did not hide his unyieldingness, but he still lowered his head.
The picture was broken, and Klein frowned:
Ambassador teacher?
This matter actually involves other countries?
Judging from the style of the shirt, the ambassador is likely to be the ambassador to Beckland, the Republic of Intis...
Ian is just a big boy Ah...
That gentleman knows how to communicate, at least there are people around him who know how to communicate...
Klein thought about it and gave the sentence of dream divination again:
Looking for Ian Wright's purpose.
In the gray and illusory dream, Klein saw the middle-aged gentleman just now again.
He stared at Meerso and spoke quietly:
You don't need to know why, you just need to do what I told you.
I will give you potions and money so that you can become the person behind the Zmange Party. It is not for you to ask questions, but for you to do things!
Well…you just need to know that Ian Wright may be involved in a very important item.
As this scene faded, Klein once again withdrew from his dream.
A very important item... I really can't tell what Ah, Ian... what would it be... Potion...Merso turned out to be an extraordinary person. No wonder his fighting is so strong and terrible. He should be an extraordinary person with expertise in this area... With a lot of ideas, Klein felt tired, and responding to his requests was indeed too consuming his spirituality.
To restore his previous level of psychic communication, he probably has to wait until he becomes Sequence 7.
After the ceremony was over, the wall of spirituality was lifted, Klein looked at Meerso's body and observed it carefully for a long time.
Finally, he saw a little spiritual light gathering in the wound on the other person's throat, slowly condensed into a piece.
He grabbed it carefully, and Klein added a crimson item shaped like a Earth jelly in his palm.
Is this the extraordinary feature left by Mersault?I don’t know what sequence potion it will be… This is easy to determine. You can get the answer by divining it on the gray fog… Theoretically, the extraordinary characteristics of the low sequence can directly gain the corresponding abilities even without auxiliary materials. However, after taking it, it is easy to get crazy and out of control on the spot… The auxiliary materials of the low sequence potion are almost spiritually free… Klein dissipated his thoughts and forced his attention to it.
A corpse was placed in front of him, which made him very troubled about what to do in the future.
Whoosh!
A small black feather arrow was inserted into the toilet. The arrow seemed to be made of bones, with a blue color, which looked very beautiful.
If Klein had hesitated just now, he would definitely not be able to escape this sudden attack!
After rolling for a moment, Klein reached out and touched his pocket, trying to draw out a few tarot cards.
But at this moment, he felt a strong wind blowing in front of him. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a black figure approaching at high speed, bullying him in an extraordinary posture, tightening his instep, kicking him out from bottom to top.
Seeing that Klein could not dodge, he quickly gave up his thoughts and elbowed him to block the attack.
With a bang, he felt his entire left arm suddenly become numb, and his body was pulled out with difficulty, just like the middle class's favorite tennis squash and football that is currently popular among the lower class workers.
What a great power!Klein's heart tightened, and he adjusted his body in the air without any confusion, changed his posture, barely maintaining his balance, just like performing acrobatics.
Bang!Bang, bang... At this time, the bark-colored blowpipe had just fallen to the ground of the bathroom and bounced towards the door, from fast to slow.
Just as Klein was about to stretch his body, stand firmly, and deal with the subsequent attack, a picture suddenly flashed through his mind:
The enemy in black was faster than he had imagined and arrived faster than he expected, slamming his waist and waving his arms, hitting his chest with a punch.
In an instant, Klein's body reunited and turned half a circle, like a small ball that kept falling and being thrown away.
Bang!
He reached out and pressed his hand to the ground, spreading his legs like scissors, causing the fist in the black to hit anything, and went through the gap and exploded the air.
The fist, which originally targeted his chest, could only hit Klein's legs after he turned his body, and his legs could be opened.
Press and support, and his legs were shrinking. Klein jumped to the other side quickly and finally stood firm and straight.
Bang!
Before he could examine the enemy, the black figure leaned sideways, causing a strong storm.
Respond so quickly!Klein quickly put his arms on the shelves and blocked him in front of him.
With the muffled bang, he seemed to be hit by a black bear. He couldn't bear the powerful force, so he could only stagger back and almost lost consciousness with his arms.
Meanwhile, Klein finally recognized who the attacker was.
He has dark skin, thin and strong eyes, and his eyes are deeply entangled. It is Meurso, the executioner of the Zmange Party. Meurso, who came to Detective Moriarty in the morning!
Slap!Murso's eyes showed fierce light, and he chased him tightly, swung his arms, either hooked left or right, launching a storm-like attack.
Klein's strength was significantly different from that of the opponent and could not resist it head-on. He could barely avoid this combination of punches with his agility and premonition.
no!I must use my strengths!Similar thoughts flashed, Klein stopped fighting anymore, lowered his body, paused his legs, and rolled out to the side.
Snap!A chair was kicked into pieces by Mersau's leg.
Klein supported himself with his hands, and continued to roll, looking for an opportunity to take out the tarot cards and homemade talismans.
Pick!Pick!Pick!
Mersau caught up quickly and kicked out his legs alternately, no slower than the enemy.
He was like a giant bear with agility talent, with no shortcomings in all aspects, so the rolling Klein could only dodge and parry first, and he could not free up his hand to draw cards and get curses.
Snap, bang, bang!
The chair was broken, the table was turned over, the coat rack was falling down, and Klein went around for most of the time, and the situation became increasingly precarious.
This can't continue like this!He kept avoiding, rolling and turning, looking for all opportunities to turn the situation around.
Suddenly, he swept the coffee table in the living room out of the corner of his eye, and he had an idea in his mind.
Bang!With one hand and leaping back, Klein endured the pain and rolled towards the living room area.
At this time, Meerso's legs suddenly swelled, as if it was filled with air.
Pick!He stepped on the ground and seemed to shake. He jumped out and shot Klein like a bullet, then pulled out his legs.
Klein barely stepped on it, and was pulled out again. With a clang, he knocked over the coffee table, causing the ceramic tea set to fly to the cabinet, causing the round belly pen, standard contracts and various newspapers to scatter all over the floor.
Seeing that the detective wearing a black double-breasted long dress was hit and was weak all over, it was difficult to stand up and roll. The fierce light in Meurso's eyes was so fierce that he slid forward in the sound of the broken porcelain one after another, and pushed his knees out.
Klein looked at the scene with his eyes turning deep, and he had already held a standard contract in his hand.
He fled to the living room and continued to roll to the coffee table despite the premonition, just to get a standard contract or a newspaper!
Seeing Meurso's knees hit fiercely, Klein's wrist suddenly shook.
At this moment, a picture appeared in his mind again, with the scene of Meurso tilting his neck back.
Whoosh!
Klein pressed his wrist slightly and shook out the standard contract in his hand.
Whoosh!
The contract shot towards Meurso's throat like a dart made of steel. At this time, the two were no more than one meter apart, and as the other party's front head was getting closer and closer!
The white shadow came into view, and Meurso instinctively leaned back and tried to avoid it.
puff!
The standard contract accurately pierced into Meurso's throat and into his trachea.
Blood with a little foam flowed out, and Meurso fell in front of Klein, his knee hitting heavily on the ground.
He, He, He... He pulled out the blood-stained standard contract and covered his throat tightly.
But he could not stop the blood flowing out of the wound, and his eyes gradually dissipated.
By the end, his body twitched a few times and there was no movement anymore.
Klein slowed down for a while before he had the strength to turn over and stand up, with several tarot cards between his fingers, guarding against possible counterattacks and other enemies.
After turning on the spiritual vision and confirming that the other party was dead, Klein looked around and found no other aura color.
It was not until this time that his tightness eased a little. He noticed that two chairs were broken, the coffee table was broken, and the porcelain was everywhere on the ground, and the entire living room, dining room and foyer were in chaos.
He lowered his head and saw that the sleeves of the long dress were damaged a lot, and the outer layer of the wool was stained with a lot of dust.
Suddenly, Klein whispered:
This cannot be reimbursed by Ah...
Haha, hahaha, hahaha.
He laughed, as if he had encountered something that would be happy for the rest of his life, and he almost leaned back and forth, laughing so hard that only his laughter echoed in the whole room.
After a few dozen seconds, Klein restrained his smile and walked to Meerso's body with a calm expression.
He wants the dead to speak!
After familiar psychic rituals and self-response, Klein smelled the quiet fragrance and whispered using the techniques of dream divination:
The Lord Messau's Messau's Operation.
Soon, his eyes turned dark and he entered his dream and saw a gray spot.
The gray world suddenly changed light and shadow, and pictures and scenes were condensed:
In front of Murso is a middle-aged man without a hat. The collar and cuffs of his white shirt are complex, layered, petal-like decorations, which look extremely gorgeous. It is paired with a tight black vest and slimming leg trousers, which are fancy and exaggerated.
This middle-aged man has brown hair and blue eyes, a thin face and a stubborn stubble, but has a very attractive gentleman.
He looked at Meerso and said in a deep voice:
No matter what you do, be sure to find Ian Wright and try to keep him alive. If you die, please bring him to me within 1 hour, preferably 15 minutes.
Yes, Mr. Ambassador.Mersau did not hide his unyieldingness, but he still lowered his head.
The picture was broken, and Klein frowned:
Ambassador teacher?
This matter actually involves other countries?
Judging from the style of the shirt, the ambassador is likely to be the ambassador to Beckland, the Republic of Intis...
Ian is just a big boy Ah...
That gentleman knows how to communicate, at least there are people around him who know how to communicate...
Klein thought about it and gave the sentence of dream divination again:
Looking for Ian Wright's purpose.
In the gray and illusory dream, Klein saw the middle-aged gentleman just now again.
He stared at Meerso and spoke quietly:
You don't need to know why, you just need to do what I told you.
I will give you potions and money so that you can become the person behind the Zmange Party. It is not for you to ask questions, but for you to do things!
Well…you just need to know that Ian Wright may be involved in a very important item.
As this scene faded, Klein once again withdrew from his dream.
A very important item... I really can't tell what Ah, Ian... what would it be... Potion...Merso turned out to be an extraordinary person. No wonder his fighting is so strong and terrible. He should be an extraordinary person with expertise in this area... With a lot of ideas, Klein felt tired, and responding to his requests was indeed too consuming his spirituality.
To restore his previous level of psychic communication, he probably has to wait until he becomes Sequence 7.
After the ceremony was over, the wall of spirituality was lifted, Klein looked at Meerso's body and observed it carefully for a long time.
Finally, he saw a little spiritual light gathering in the wound on the other person's throat, slowly condensed into a piece.
He grabbed it carefully, and Klein added a crimson item shaped like a Earth jelly in his palm.
Is this the extraordinary feature left by Mersault?I don’t know what sequence potion it will be… This is easy to determine. You can get the answer by divining it on the gray fog… Theoretically, the extraordinary characteristics of the low sequence can directly gain the corresponding abilities even without auxiliary materials. However, after taking it, it is easy to get crazy and out of control on the spot… The auxiliary materials of the low sequence potion are almost spiritually free… Klein dissipated his thoughts and forced his attention to it.
A corpse was placed in front of him, which made him very troubled about what to do in the future.
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