In the western suburbs of the North Borough, inside a nearly abandoned three-story house.
This place originally belonged to Backlund Medical College, but the main body of the latter has now moved to a better and more suitable location, leaving only a small number of teaching staff and students from that year who did not graduate to "guard" the site.
Audrey wore a white lab coat and a matching face mask, her lustrous blonde hair pulled back and tucked into a cold-colored surgical cap.
Her eyes flickered to Fors Wall, and she felt that the other woman had a special air about her, as if she suited this kind of outfit better than she did.
Um... it's that kind of aura that makes you feel like you could pick up a scalpel and cut open a patient's stomach at any moment... Audrey didn't say anything, but followed Fors half a step behind into the classroom ahead.
She was quite startled after receiving the information from Fors, because Mr. The Fool had said it was a simple task.
Considering that simplicity might only be relative to Mr. The Fool himself, Audrey took advantage of the opportunity to pretend alone, recited his name, prayed softly, and reported the whole story in detail.
However, she has not received a response yet.
Passing through the door and entering the room, Audrey instinctively looked around and discovered that this was not an ordinary classroom. There were four skeletal specimens and four glass coffins, each filled with preservatives and containing four pale, naked corpses.
At the very top of the classroom stood a transparent glass column, also filled with liquid, from which Levitation a male corpse dressed in a black graduation gown.
The corpse's clothes clung tightly to its body, giving it an extremely heavy and sluggish appearance. It did not collapse; instead, it remained upright, floating in the center.
It's like drowning alive in it, rather than being put in after death... Audrey, as Spectator member, made her initial judgment.
In addition, she saw several people dressed in white coats, white masks, and surgical caps sitting sparsely around the long tables in the room, all silent, just like the corpses and skeletons around them.
Glancing at the Crimson Moon finally peeking through the dim, dark night outside, Audrey looked back at the classroom and couldn't help but tremble slightly, gripped by an instinctive fear.
But at the same time, she also felt excited and thrilled.
This is the life an Beyonder should have... Audrey muttered silently, and followed Fors to find a corner to sit down.
After waiting for a while, the Levitation male corpse in a black graduation gown inside the vertical glass pillar at the front of the classroom suddenly opened its eyes, allowing its voice to travel through the barriers:
"Let's begin."
East Borough, Dharavi Street.
Klein, dressed in a dusty, gray-blue worker's uniform and wearing a baseball cap, walked along the dimly lit street where only a few gas streetlights were still working.
Inside the apartments on both sides, candlelight shone through, intertwining with the crimson moonlight that struggled to pierce through the clouds, barely outlining the silhouettes of pedestrians on the street.
Klein encountered a series of passersby whose clothes were old and tattered, whose expressions were numb and filled with despair; they were homeless people being driven away by the police.
They had nowhere to sleep and could only wander aimlessly through the streets. Occasionally, they would find an inconspicuous corner or a park bench to rest for a while, but they would soon be chased away.
In the cold, deep darkness of the night, Klein felt that they were more like Living Corpse than any he had ever seen, and Living Corpse the entire East Borough was more like the Abyss than the Abyss of myth and legend.
He took a deep breath, which irritated his throat, causing him to cough twice. He quickly gathered his thoughts and glanced at the apartment building at the street corner out of the corner of his eye. The apartment building had obvious explosion damage and had not yet been repaired.
"To monitor the crime scene, the best and most concealed place is the other apartment building directly opposite. The third floor, the fourth floor, and the roof all meet the requirements..." Klein analyzed the situation based on the knowledge he had learned in the Nighthawks squad.
Throughout the entire process, he did not slow down to avoid arousing suspicion.
Reaching the street corner, Klein smoothly passed apartment number 1 and entered the building opposite the crime scene.
He was familiar with similar places. The one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East Borough was located in a similar apartment building. Back in Tingen City, he, his brother Benson, and his sister Melissa had also lived for a long time in an apartment that was only slightly more upscale. This was both Klein's personal experience and fragments of the original owner's memories.
Lost in thought, Klein pulled down his baseball cap, lowered his head, and slowly made his way up the creaking stairs to the third floor.
Because of his unfortunate encounter that evening, he no longer had a revolver and could only put one hand in his pocket, holding a few tarot cards between his fingers.
In the third-floor corridor, where there were no lights and only a faint moonlight, Klein did not rush forward but carefully observed the layout.
The left side faces the crime scene, and the best surveillance view should be from the third room counting past here... Klein began to move forward cautiously and slowly.
After passing through two rooms, he also put his right hand into his pocket and deftly opened the metal cigarette case.
A moment later, his fingers touched the " Eye of All-Black," and immediately a delirious murmur, as if tearing his mind apart and bursting his brain, rang in his ears.
Meanwhile, through the contaminated object, Klein saw eerie, thin black lines.
These thin threads float in the void. Although they intersect and entangle to some extent, one can still discern which one they belong to by tracing their origins.
The corresponding figures entered Klein's brain, which was almost boiled over: men, women, and children sleeping in bunk beds, and several tenants lying on the floor.
Apart from that, there is nothing special about the place, nor are there any hidden characters.
Klein quickly withdrew his hand, avoiding direct contact with the " Eye of All-Black," and the hallucinations in front of him and the auditory hallucinations in his ears gradually subsided.
He endured the pain and continued forward. Once the pain subsided slightly, he immediately began to observe the other rooms.
Unfortunately, after searching the entire apartment building, including all areas that would provide a good view of the crime scene across the street, he found absolutely nothing.
Huff, huff... Klein huddled in the corner of the balcony, hands on his knees, breathing heavily.
Tears streamed from his eyes, and snot kept oozing out of his nose, as if he had suddenly fallen ill.
This is the consequence of frequent contact with the " Eye of All-Black " in a short period of time; even with Klein's resistance to it, he cannot be 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 dared not try it again, as that would have directly led to madness.
After resting for a while, Klein finally calmed down and moved to an apartment with a less desirable view, but still found nothing.
Was my interpretation Error? The clues were at the crime scene? Klein returned to the street, glancing suspiciously at the apartment building with signs of an explosion.
With a casual attitude, he put his hand in his pocket again, pushed it open, and reached into the metal cigarette box.
He wanted to check if anyone was hiding in the apartment where the crime scene was located.
With a loud thud, Klein's head felt like it had been hit, and his body swayed slightly.
He staggered forward like a drunkard, looking toward the apartment building with the wreckage of an explosion.
Because he was too far away, he couldn't "see clearly" the thin black lines, nor could he trace their origins to their source. He could only barely discern where the lines clustered together, and such places indicated the presence of people.
No, no, no... Klein quickly scanned the area, making a rough judgment.
Suddenly, he noticed thin black threads floating out from the crime scene on the third floor, disappearing into the air!
This... Klein's pupils contracted as he confirmed it, then quickly withdrew his hand, no longer touching the Eye of All-Black.
There were people inside the bombed-out room!
Was the killer so insane that he waited for investigators at the scene?
Isn't he afraid that some official Beyonder might be investigating this case while they're at it?
My judgment was wrong just now, and I haven't been able to find him because my logic is completely different from the Lunatic's...
A series of thoughts Blink mind. Klein slowly exhaled, pretended to be nonchalant, and walked around to the entrance of the apartment building.
At this point, all his adverse reactions had subsided.
Controlling his facial expressions and body language, Klein walked up to the third floor as if he were coming home, his quick steps revealing a hint of weariness.
In the dimly lit corridor, he immediately spotted the room with no door and most of the walls collapsed, and then "casually" walked toward the public restroom.
As he approached the room, his hand, which had been in his pocket, touched the " Eye of All-Black."
It was that mind-numbing babbling again, those blurry hallucinations again. Klein caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of thin, black, illusory lines spreading out from the crime scene.
Tracing back to the source, he discovered a man who was completely integrated into the shadows, whose aura and color were the same.
The man was very tall, nearly two meters, with slightly downturned lips, giving him a rather aloof appearance.
His eyes were like those of a wild beast, their coldness concealing an undisguised ferocity.
It wasn't Lanarvus... Klein withdrew his fingers, relaxed his tense body, and outwardly ignored the possible stares. Without stopping, he walked to the end of the corridor and entered the public restroom without disturbing the man.
The public restroom was not on the same side as the crime scene. He wiped away his cold sweat, calmed himself down a bit, then climbed out the window, skillfully scrambled down, and quickly left without lingering.
He knew that in a few minutes, the man would realize that the person who went to the restroom hadn't returned and would start a chase, so he had to get away from Dharavi Street as soon as possible.
Klein didn't want to go back the way he came, but he didn't know which room he could go to, which would also expose the problem.
" The Clown " ran quickly, made a large circle, and entered the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East Borough. He then went above the Gray Fog to confirm that he was not in danger of being caught.
That guy must have a deep connection with Lanarvus... Klein pondered for a moment, then materialized the image of the man from before and transmitted it to the crimson star symbolizing " Justice " through his mind.
Then, he said in a dignified and deep voice:
"This is a clue."