Almost instinctively, Klein suddenly bent his knees, tilted his back to the side, and rolled in the other direction, toward the bathroom door.

whoosh!

A small black-feathered arrow was stuck on the sink. The arrowhead seemed to be made of bone and had a blue color, which was very beautiful.

If Klein had hesitated just now, he would definitely not have been able to escape this sudden attack!

After a brief pause in his tumbling, Klein reached into his pocket and tried to pull out a few tarot cards.

But at this moment, he felt a gust of wind blowing in his face, and from the corner of his eye he saw a black figure approaching him at high speed, approaching him with a posture beyond that of an ordinary person, and then tensed his instep and kicked out from bottom to top.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Klein quickly gave up the idea and raised his elbow to block the attack.

With a bang, he felt his entire left arm go numb instantly, and his body was pulled out uncontrollably, just like tennis and squash, the favorite games of the middle class, and football, which is currently popular among the lower-class workers.

What a powerful force! Klein's heart tightened. He adjusted his body in mid-air without panicking, changing his posture and barely maintaining his balance, as if he was performing an acrobatic trick.

Snap! Snap, Snap... At this moment, the bark-colored blowpipe had just landed on the bathroom floor and bounced behind the door, from fast to slow.

Just as Klein was about to stretch his body and stand firmly to deal with the subsequent attacks, another image suddenly flashed through his mind:

The enemy in black was faster than he had imagined. He arrived faster than he expected, bent his waist and swung his arms, punching him in the chest.

In an instant, Klein's body curled up again and turned half a circle, like a small ball that was constantly falling and being thrown away.

Bang!

He was upside down, pressing his hands against the ground and spreading his legs like scissors, so that the fist of the man in black failed to hit anything and passed through the gap, bursting the air.

After Klein turned his body over, the fist that was originally aimed at his chest could only hit his legs, and his legs could be spread open.

With a push and a push, Klein pulled his legs down and nimbly leaped to the other side, finally standing firm and upright.

Bang!

Before he could examine the enemy, the black figure leaned sideways, creating a strong sound of wind.

What a quick reaction! Klein quickly raised his arms to block in front of him.

With a dull thud, he felt as if he had been hit by a black bear. He could not withstand the tremendous force and could only stagger backwards, almost losing feeling in his arms.

Meanwhile, Crane finally recognized who his attacker was.

He had dark skin, was thin and sturdy, with deep eye sockets. He was none other than Meursault, the "executioner" of the Zmanger Party, the Meursault who had come to see Detective Moriarty in the morning!

Bang, bang, bang! Meursault chased after him with a fierce look in his eyes, swinging his arms left and right, launching a violent attack.

Klein's strength was significantly different from his opponent's, and he was unable to defend himself head-on. He relied on his agility and premonition to barely dodge the combination of punches.

No! I must play to my strengths! A similar thought flashed through his mind, and Klein stopped trying to fight. He lowered his body, paused his legs, and rolled to the side.

Crack! A chair was shattered into pieces by Meursault's kick.

Klein supported himself with his hands, exerted force on his waist and back, and continued to roll, looking for an opportunity to take out the tarot cards and homemade talismans.

Push! Push! Push!

Meursault quickly caught up, kicking out with his legs alternately, not much slower than his enemy.

He was like a giant bear with the gift of agility, with no weaknesses in any aspect, forcing the rolling Klein to focus on dodging and parrying, with no time to draw cards or cast spells.

Click, bang, bang!

The chair was broken, the table was overturned, and the coat rack fell over. Klein went around in a circle, and the situation became increasingly precarious.

This can't go on any longer! He kept dodging, rolling and tumbling, looking for every opportunity to turn the situation around.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye swept across the coffee table in the living room, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Bang! With one hand, Klein leaped back, enduring the pain, and rolled toward the living room.

At this moment, the muscles in Meursault's legs suddenly swelled as if they were inflated.

Kick! The ground seemed to shake as he stepped on it, and he leaped out, shooting towards Klein like a bullet, and then he pulled out his leg.

Klein barely managed to block the blow, but was thrown out again, knocking over the coffee table with a clang. The ceramic tea set flew into the cupboard, and the round-bellied fountain pen, standard contracts, and various newspapers were scattered all over the floor.

Seeing the detective in a black double-breasted frock coat being knocked limp all over and unable to stand up or roll over, Meursault's eyes flashed with ferocity. Amid the sound of shattering porcelain, he slid forward and thrust out his knee.

Klein looked at the scene with deep eyes, holding a standard contract in his hand.

He fled to the living room, ignoring his premonition and continuing to roll towards the coffee table, just to get a standard contract or a newspaper!

Seeing Meursault's knee coming fiercely, Klein's wrist suddenly trembled.

At this moment, a picture appeared in his mind again, the picture of Meursault's neck tilted back.

whoosh!

Klein pressed his wrist slightly and shook out the standard contract in his hand.

whoosh!

The contract was like a dart made of fine steel, shooting towards Meursault's throat. At this moment, the two men were no more than one meter apart, and as the other pushed forward, they were getting closer and closer!

When a white shadow came into view, Meursault instinctively leaned back, trying to avoid it.

puff!

The standard contract pierced Meursault's throat and trachea accurately.

Blood with a little foam flowed out, and Meursault fell in front of Klein, his knees hitting the ground heavily.

"He, he, he..." He pulled out the blood-stained standard contract and covered his throat tightly.

But he couldn't stop the blood from the wound, and his eyes gradually became unfocused.

At last, his body twitched a few times and then there was no movement.

Klein took a while to regain the strength to turn over and stand up, holding a few tarot cards between his fingers, alert for possible counterattacks and other enemies.

After activating his clairvoyance and confirming the other party's death, Klein looked around and did not notice any other aura colors.

It was only at this time that his tension eased a little. He noticed that two chairs were broken, the coffee table had many cracks, porcelain was scattered all over the floor, and the entire living room, dining room and foyer were in a mess.

Looking down, he saw that the sleeves of his gown were quite damaged and the outer layer of the cloth was covered with dust.

Suddenly, Klein laughed at himself:

“This can’t be reimbursed…”

“Haha. Haha. Haha.”

He laughed, as if he had encountered something that would make him laugh for the rest of his life. He laughed so hard that he almost fell forward and backward. His laughter was the only sound echoing in the whole room.

After a few dozen seconds, Klein restrained his smile and walked to Meursault's body with a serious expression.

He wants to make the dead speak!

After the familiar spiritual ritual and self-response, Klein smelled the delicate fragrance and whispered using the "Dream Divination" technique:

"The mastermind of Meursault's actions."

Soon, his eyes turned black and he entered a dream, seeing everything gray.

The gray world suddenly changed with light and shadow, forming a series of pictures and scenes:

In front of Meursault is a middle-aged man without a hat. The collar and cuffs of his white shirt have intricate, layered, petal-shaped decorations, which makes him look extremely gorgeous. Paired with a tight black vest and skinny trousers, he looks flashy and exaggerated.

This middle-aged man has brown hair and blue eyes. He has a thin face and stubble, but he is quite attractive. He is a very good-looking man.

He looked at Meursault and said in a deep voice:

"No matter what you do, you must find Ian Wright and try to keep him alive. If he is dead, please bring him to me within an hour, preferably 15 minutes."

"Yes, Mr. Ambassador." Meursault did not hide his arrogance, but still lowered his head.

The picture shattered, and Klein frowned:

Mr. Ambassador?

This matter actually involves other countries?

Judging from the style of his shirt, this ambassador is most likely the ambassador of the Republic of Intis to Backlund...

Ian is just a big boy...

That gentleman is psychic, or at least he has psychic people around him...

Klein thought for a moment and gave the "Dream Divination" statement again:

"The purpose of searching for Ian Wright."

In the gray and illusory dream, Klein saw the middle-aged gentleman again.

He looked at Meursault and said in a low voice:

"You don't need to know why, just do what I tell you to do."

"I gave you the potion and money so that you can become the behind-the-scenes person in charge of the Zmanger Party. I didn't ask you questions, I asked you to do things!"

"Well... you just need to know that Ian Wright may be involved in a very important item."

As the scene faded, Klein exited the dream again.

A very important item... I really can't tell, Ian... what could it be... potion... Meursault turned out to be a Beyonder. No wonder his fighting skills were so strong and terrifying. He should be an Beyonder who specializes in this area... As his thoughts raced, Klein felt exhausted. Responding to his own prayers really consumed too much of his spiritual energy.

In order to recover to his previous level of psychic ability, he estimated that he would have to wait until he became Sequence 7.

After the ceremony ended and the spiritual wall was removed, Klein looked at Meursault's body and observed it carefully for a long time.

Finally, he saw a bit of spiritual light gathering at the wound on the other person's throat, slowly condensing into one.

Grabbing it carefully, Klein found a dark red object in his palm that looked like Earth jelly.

"Is this the Beyonder characteristic left by Meursault? I wonder what sequence of potion it is... This is easy to determine. I can get the answer by doing some divination above the gray fog... Theoretically, low-sequence Beyonder characteristics can directly give people corresponding abilities even without auxiliary materials. However, after taking it, it is easy to go crazy and lose control on the spot... The auxiliary materials of low-sequence potions contain almost no spirituality..." Klein let his thoughts wander and forced his attention back.

There was a corpse in front of him, which gave him a headache about what to do next.

PS: Toad has published a new book, "Full-time Martial God", the beginning is very **, especially the name of the protagonist. 8)