"Do you live at 19 Howes Street?"
While memorizing the information, Klein keenly grasped a key point.
"Well, Welch's residence is in the Howes Street, the Divination Club is in the Howes Street, and this fabric merchant named Sirius Arapis is also in the Howes Street... So it's not surprising that Welch knows Hynas Vincent, and he probably even knows him through Sirius Arapis..."
Suddenly, Klein felt the clues connect, and his thoughts became clear.
He had initially been puzzled as to why Welch knew Hynas Vincent, since the banker's son wasn't interested in mysticism; money was more useful to him than Divination. Now, Klein felt he could make some preliminary deductions about how the two met:
"According to various magazine descriptions, the middle class and the wealthy are happy to visit neighbors of the same social standing in order to form a social circle that benefits them. Welch and Sirius, who also lived in the Howes Street, had every incentive and opportunity to become friends..."
"It's not particularly hard to understand why Sirius knows Hynas Vincent, who frequents the Divination Club in the Howes Street. Perhaps a chance encounter, or a helping hand, can make people who hang out in the same area familiar with each other..."
" Hynas Vincent wanted to sell his ancient books, so through Sirius's introduction, he approached Welch, a history major..."
" Hynas dreamt of an image resembling the evil god ' True Creator,' and he also possesses the correct incantation format. This indicates that he has delved deeply into the field of mysticism, and the possibility of him being a member of some Concealment organization cannot be ruled out..."
"It's also possible that he joined the Concealment organization under Sirius's guidance."
As thoughts raced through his mind, even without using Divination, Klein was almost certain that the information left behind by the other party was highly credible:
Even if his name isn't Sirius Arapis, he's not a fabric merchant, and he doesn't live at number 19, he definitely belongs to the Howes Street, or the surrounding area!
As Klein pondered, he re-examined the borrowing Record:
"The last time he went to the Deville Library was last Saturday, the day before Selena's birthday dinner, which was also the day before Hynas Vincent. Several days have passed since then, and he still hasn't returned the borrowed periodicals."
"Based on previous Record, if he only borrows two journals, he usually comes back the next day."
"Does this mean that Sirius learned of Hynas's death, was frightened, and dared not come to the Deville Library again?"
"Well, he initially borrowed a lot of unrelated history books and periodicals, but later he gradually clarified his target, and there was a large overlap with the ones I had borrowed..."
"This shows that he had no guidance, no senior associate professors in the university history department to consult, and relied entirely on his own exploration."
"What would a frightened target normally do? Two choices: First, if the information is basically complete, he would head straight for the main peak of the Hornacis Mountain Range; second, if the main conditions are still lacking, he would hide first, observe the situation, and reappear once he is certain that Hynas's death does not involve him."
Thinking of this, Klein closed the borrowing Record, pushed it back to the librarians, and took out the portrait, asking them if they had seen the target. Unfortunately, there were many borrowers every day, and the librarians had little recollection of people without any obvious features.
"Okay, thank you for your help." Klein put away his identification and badge.
He had no intention of investigating alone; it was not only dangerous but also tedious. He planned to go to Zouteland Street again, hand over the rest to the captain and his teammates, and go home to make tomato oxtail soup for his brother and sister. He also planned to use the mysterious space above the Gray Fog to Divination the target's condition and whereabouts.
"Officer, is there anything else?" a supervisor asked earnestly, relieved.
Klein nodded slightly and said:
"That's all. I'll come back if any new clues appear."
He gripped his black, silver-inlaid cane in his left hand and strode towards the door.
Just then, he saw a man in a black double-breasted suit with the collar turned up high enter with his head down.
As they brushed past each other, Klein caught a glimpse of the other man's thick, unruly eyebrows and a pair of grey-blue eyes!
These are areas that high collars can't cover!
Sirius? Sirius Arapis? What a coincidence? Klein was stunned, not expecting to run into his target directly!
What kind of luck is this!
Isn't this just too much of a coincidence?
He assessed his own condition, felt the soreness in his muscles, and pretended nothing had happened, continuing towards the door.
Yes, one should follow their heart and prioritize stability!
As long as Sirius hasn't left Tingen, this missed opportunity is insignificant!
At this moment, a man in a black double-breasted suit walked up to the reception desk and handed the magazine he was holding to one of the administrators.
"Return it," he said in a low, muffled voice.
The librarian casually took the journal, glanced at it, and suddenly froze.
He subconsciously looked up at the opposite side, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Is there a problem?" the man with his collar turned up high asked in a deep voice.
His words were like a spark igniting a powder keg, causing the administrator to instantly lose control, running to the side while shouting:
"Police officer!"
"The Criminal is here!"
... At this moment, before he even had a chance to leave the house, only one word echoed wildly in Klein's mind, "Fuck!"
He instinctively reached his right hand under his armpit and pulled out the revolver.
The man was taken aback at first, then turned around and started running.
However, instead of running towards the door, he fled towards the side bay window, as if he wanted to smash the glass and jump outside.
Klein, who was in a panic, turned around and saw this scene, and suddenly felt calm.
He discovered that while he feared his target, his target feared him even more!
"In such a hasty encounter, the other party certainly wouldn't be able to judge my strength or figure out what I'm good at. So, being already insecure, he would subconsciously avoid direct confrontation and seek other ways to escape!" With that thought in mind, Klein raised his revolver and snapped the trigger.
Just then, the man in the black double-breasted suit rolled away suddenly, trying to avoid the bullets.
Immediately afterwards, he pressed down with his right hand, and his whole body soared into the air, lunging towards the glass of the bay window.
Thud! Klein's first shot was a blank.
However, this was something he had anticipated. Taking advantage of Sirius's inability to dodge in mid-air, he pulled the trigger again, aiming for the most convenient part of Sirius's torso.
Bang!
The silver Demon Hunting Bullets pierced the air and pierced Sirius's back.
Clang! The glass shattered, and Sirius was thrown out, leaving drops of crimson blood and glittering shards on the windowsill.
Seeing that the other person was injured, Klein was no longer afraid. He ran over, used a chair as a stepping stone, jumped onto the windowsill, and leaped outside.
That area is behind the first floor of the Deville Library, where rows of tall trees separate a lush green lawn.
Sirius, who had been shot, was running to the side, trying to enter the alley between the two buildings. Klein had not yet mastered the accuracy of shooting while running, so he dared not fire blindly. He could only hold a cane in one hand and a gun in the other, and quickly chase after the figure in the black suit.
Thump thump thump!
He followed the blood droplets on the ground, trying to shorten the distance between them.
As the corner came into view and the injured Sirius slowed down, Klein, who was about to seize the opportunity, suddenly felt a chill. He sensed that the figure ahead was not human, but a wolf or a tiger, lurking with terrifying danger.
This was his instinct as Seer; it was a warning from his Spirituality!
Klein immediately slowed his pace, his eyes catching sight of the blood on the ground:
Compared to the Original, Sirius's blood is now black!
Just then, a gust of wind swept over him, and Sirius's face was reflected in Klein's eyes.
Those were thick, messy eyebrows; those were gray-blue eyes; those were protruding tumors; those were split corners of the mouth; those were gleaming white teeth.
Sirius launched a counterattack at this very moment!
This made the face in Klein's eyes clearer and clearer, and he could almost smell some kind of foul stench!
Thud! Sirius lunged seven or eight meters, clearly exceeding the range of a normal person, but thanks to Klein's timely stop of pursuit, the two were still nearly ten meters apart.
At a distance of less than two meters, the mouth dripping with sticky saliva and the extremely disgusting, densely packed tumors created a clear and horrifying image, putting Klein on high alert.
Without a second thought, taking advantage of the brief moment of hesitation when the opponent missed his target, he raised his right hand and fired a rapid-fire barrage of bullets into the target's head.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
At very close range, one silver Demon Hunting Bullets after another pierced Sirius's head, causing his blood to splatter, his face to become blurred, and his body to fall backward and freeze.
After emptying his revolver in one go, Klein instinctively wanted to step back to check his kill.
But at that moment, Sirius, who was trying to stand up straight, gave him a great shock, causing him to suddenly swing the cane he was holding in his left hand.
Snap! The hard, black, silver-inlaid cane struck Sirius's neck, leaving a deep red mark.
Clap clap clap!
Klein instinctively lashed out at Sirius until he staggered and collapsed to the ground.
Huff! Huff! Huff! Klein gasped for breath, stomping his cane on the ground, while keeping his eyes fixed on his target, fearing that the other party might suddenly rise from the dead.
At this moment, Sirius's head was almost like a smashed ripe watermelon, the remaining dense lumps began to recede, and his body twitched a few times before returning to calm.
Klein didn't rush to examine the body. Instead, he put down his cane, took out the Demon Hunting Bullets he carried with him, and loaded them into his revolver one by one.
After doing all this, he calmed himself down, suppressed his nausea, and half-squatted down to grope for the pockets of Sirius's black double-breasted suit.