"Where do you live?"

While memorizing the information, Klein keenly grasped a piece of information.

"Well, Welch's residence is in the Howers district, the Divination Club is in the Howers district, and this cloth merchant named Sirius Arepis is also in the Howers district. So it's not strange that Welch knows Hanas Vincent. He may even have known him through Sirius Arepis."

Suddenly, Klein felt that the clues were connected, and his thoughts became clear.

He was originally full of doubts about why Welch knew Hanas Vincent, because the banker's son was not someone who was interested in mysticism. To him, money was more useful than divination. But now, Klein felt that he could make a preliminary inference about how the two sides met:

"According to the descriptions in various magazines, the middle class and the wealthy are happy to visit neighbors of the same level in order to form a social circle that will help them. Welch and the cloth merchant Sirius, who are also in the Howers neighborhood, have every motivation to become friends if they have the opportunity."

"It's not hard to understand why Sirius knows Hanas Vincent, who often goes to the Fortune Telling Club in Howls District. Perhaps a chance encounter or a favor can make people who appear in the same area for a long time familiar with each other."

"Hainas Vincent wanted to sell the ancient books he had, so he found Welch, a history student, through the introduction of Sirius."

"An image of the evil god 'True Creator' appeared in Hainas' dream, and he also mastered the correct spell format. All these show that he has gone deep into the field of mysticism. It is possible that he is a member of a secret organization."

"It is also possible that he joined the secret organization under the guidance of Sirius."

As his thoughts surged, even without using divination, Klein was almost certain that the information left by the other party was quite credible:

"Even if his name isn't Sirius Arepis, he's not a cloth merchant, and he doesn't live in No. 1, he definitely belongs to the Howls block, or the surrounding area!"

Klein thought about it and reviewed the other party's borrowing record again:

"The last time I went to Deville Library was last Saturday, the day before Selina's birthday dinner, which was also the day before Heinus Vincent died. Several days have passed, and he still hasn't returned the journals and magazines he borrowed."

"According to previous records, if he only borrows two journals, he will usually come back the next day."

"Does this mean that Sirius learned of Heinus's death and was frightened and dared not come to Deville Library again?"

"Well, he borrowed a lot of irrelevant historical books and journals at first, but later he gradually clarified his goals, and there was a large overlap with the ones I had borrowed."

"This shows that he had no one to guide him, no senior associate professor in the university's history department to ask for advice, and he had to figure it out on his own."

"What would a frightened target normally do? There are two options. First, if the information is basically complete, he will go straight to the main peak of the Honachis Mountains. Second, if the main conditions are still missing, he will hide first and wait for the situation to change. After confirming that Hainas' death has nothing to do with him, he will appear again."

Thinking of this, Klein closed the borrowing record and pushed it back to several librarians. He took out the portrait and asked them if they had seen the target. Unfortunately, there were many borrowers coming here every day, and it was difficult for the administrators to have an impression of people who had no obvious characteristics.

“Okay, thank you for your help.” Klein put away his ID and badge.

He had no intention of investigating alone, as this was not only dangerous but also tedious. He planned to go to Zouteland Street again, leave the next task to the captain and teammates, and go home to make tomato oxtail soup for his brother and sister, and by the way, use the mysterious space above the gray fog to divine the target's condition and whereabouts.

"Officer, is there anything else?" an administrator asked earnestly, breathing a sigh of relief.

Klein nodded slightly and said:

"No more. If there are new clues, I will come again."

He held the black cane inlaid with silver in his left hand and walked quickly towards the door.

Just then, he saw a man in a black double-breasted frock coat with his collar turned up high come in with his head lowered.

The moment the two passed each other, Klein caught a glimpse of the other person's thick and messy eyebrows and a pair of gray-blue eyes!

These are the parts that a high collar cannot cover!

Sirius? Sirius Arypis? What a coincidence? Klein was stunned. He didn't expect that he would run into his target directly!

What kind of luck is this! ..

Isn’t this too much of a coincidence?

He measured himself, felt the aching in his muscles, and then pretended nothing had happened and continued walking towards the door.

Well, as a human being you have to follow your heart’s wishes and put stability first!

As long as Sirius hasn't left Tingen, this miss doesn't matter!

At this time, a man in a black double-breasted suit walked to the reception desk and handed the journal in his hand to one of the administrators.

"Return it." He lowered his voice and said vaguely.

The librarian casually took the journal, took a look at it, and was suddenly stunned.

He subconsciously looked up at the opposite side, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Is there a problem?" the man with his collar raised high asked in a deep voice.

His words were like a spark that ignited a barrel of explosives, causing the administrator to instantly lose control and run to the side, shouting:

"police officer!"

"The criminal is here!"

At this moment, Klein, who hadn't had time to leave yet, could only think of "Fuck" in his mind.

Instinctively he thrust his right hand under his armpit and drew out the revolver.

The man was stunned at first, then turned around and ran away.

However, instead of running towards the door, he fled to the side oriel window, as if he wanted to break the glass and jump out.

Klein, who was panicking, turned around and saw this scene, and suddenly felt relieved.

Because he found that although he was afraid of the target, the target was more afraid of him!

“In such a hasty encounter, the other party will definitely not be able to judge my strength and figure out what I am good at. Therefore, he will subconsciously avoid direct conflict and seek other ways to escape because he is already guilty!” With this determination in his mind, Klein raised his revolver and pulled the trigger.

At this moment, the man in the black double-breasted frock coat rolled suddenly, trying to avoid the bullet.

Then, he pressed his right hand, flew into the air, and pounced on the glass of the bay window.

Poof! Klein's first shot was a blank.

However, this was something he had anticipated. He took advantage of the opportunity when Sirius was unable to dodge in mid-air and pulled the trigger again at the torso where it was most convenient to shoot.

Bang!

The silver demon-hunting bullet pierced through the air and pierced steadily into Sirius' back.

Bang! The glass shattered, and Sirius was thrown out, leaving drops of red blood and pieces of crystal fragments on the windowsill.

Seeing that the other party was injured, Klein was no longer timid. He ran over, used a chair to jump onto the windowsill, and jumped outside.

It is behind the first floor of the Deville Library, where rows of tall trees separate a green lawn.

Sirius, who had been shot, was running to the side, trying to enter the alley between two buildings. Klein had not yet mastered his accuracy while running, so he did not dare to shoot blindly. He could only hold the cane in one hand and the gun in the other, and chase after the figure in the black suit.

Dengdengdeng!

He followed the blood drops on the ground, trying to shorten the distance between them.

Seeing the corner in sight and the injured Sirius slowing down, Klein, who was about to seize the opportunity, suddenly felt his heart pounding. He felt that the person in front of him didn't seem to be a human, but a wolf or a tiger, and was posing a terrible danger.

This is his instinct as a fortune teller, and it is a warning from the spirit!

Klein immediately slowed down his pace and glanced at the blood on the ground:

Compared to the beginning, Sirius's dripping blood has now turned black!

At this moment, a gust of wind blew in his face, and Sirius's face was reflected in Klein's eyes.

Those are the thick and messy eyebrows, those are the gray-blue eyes, those are the protruding tumors, those are the cracked corners of the mouth, and those are the white teeth.

Sirius actually launched a counterattack at this moment!

This made the face in Klein's eyes clearer and clearer, and he seemed to be able to smell some kind of foul odor!

Bang! Sirius jumped seven or eight meters away, which was obviously beyond the range of a normal person, but because Klein stopped chasing in time, the two sides were still nearly ten meters apart.

Less than two meters away, the mouth dripping with sticky saliva and the extremely disgusting dense tumors formed a clear and horrifying picture, which made Klein's mind extremely tense.

Without even thinking, he took advantage of the brief moment when the opponent missed his target, raised his right hand, and fired a series of bullets, pouring towards the target's head.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The close-range shooting allowed one silver demon-hunting bullet after another to penetrate Sirius's head, causing his blood to splatter and his face to blur. He also fell back and stopped.

After firing all the bullets in his revolver in one breath, Klein subconsciously wanted to step back and confirm the results of the battle.

But at this moment, Sirius, who was trying to stand up straight, gave him a great fright, causing him to suddenly swing the cane in his left hand.

Snap! The hard black and silver cane hit Sirius' neck, leaving a deep red mark.

Bang bang bang!

Klein instinctively lashed at the other man until Sirius staggered and fell to the ground.

Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Klein stabbed the ground with his cane, breathing heavily, and stared at the target, afraid that the other party would suddenly come back to life.

At this time, Sirius' head was almost like a smashed ripe watermelon. The remaining dense tumor began to subside, and his body calmed down after twitching a few times.

Klein didn't rush to check the body. Instead, he dropped his cane, took out the demon-hunting bullets he carried with him, and stuffed them into his revolver one by one.

After doing all this, he calmed himself down, suppressed his nausea, half squatted down, and groped the pockets of Sirius' black double-breasted dress.