In the room filled with the faint fragrance of Amanda hydrosol and Eye of the Spirit potion, Capin's men, controlled by the possessed Klein, kept chanting the honorific name of The Fool.
In the monotonous but rhythmic whispers and the fragrance that made it difficult to concentrate, the man's spirit gradually dissipated. He became confused but maintained a certain degree of strange clarity, as if he was hypnotizing himself.
With the "help" of Klein in spirit form and the feedback from chanting the name of "The Fool," he gradually entered a state of "artificial sleepwalking," and his astral body approached the gray fog at an infinite height, and the mysterious place above the gray fog.
Klein seized this opportunity, ended the summons, returned to the majestic ancient palace, and sat in the seat that belonged to The Fool.
He saw circles of clear light spreading out beside him, outlining the illusory figure of Kapin's subordinate, and this mysterious space was slightly shaken by the ritual, and some power was pried open and was flowing slowly.
Klein picked up the "Black Emperor" card and made a paper man appear in his palm.
He flicked his wrist, and the paper figure flew out, absorbing the bits of power that were pried open from the gray fog, and transformed into a man wearing a gray-black baseball cap and a thick cotton jacket. He looked exactly like Kapin's subordinate, even his breath and feeling were no different.
This paper man overlapped with the target's phantom, bearing the mysterious and unknown limitations of the spirit body on his behalf.
At the same time, Klein held the "Black Emperor" card in his hand, spreading his spirituality and touching the shadows of Kapin's men outlined by the clear light.
This is an application of the element of mysticism. Weak humans gradually become compatible with great beings, feel the corresponding knowledge, and gain wonderful spiritual experiences. What is different from normal is that here, Klein plays the role of a great being.
In this state of close fit, the interaction is corresponding. Humans can obtain the knowledge of the great being, and the great being can naturally read the desired scene by asking questions.
If Klein had not mastered the extraordinary ability of the mental realm, he could have used this to plant a hint.
"Who are the powerful people in Capin Villa?" Klein asked through his interactive spirituality.
The phantom transmitted the scene in his memory without any resistance, making Klein feel like he was watching a holographic movie:
The man in the baseball cap stood in the room with fear and respect. In front of him was a middle-aged gentleman in a black tuxedo and a white wig.
This gentleman has a long, serious face with his mouth pursed naturally, giving people an unusually cold feeling.
He followed the gold watch chain, took out a pocket watch of the same color, opened it and took a look, then said in a deep voice:
"Look at me."
The man in the peaked cap raised his head without daring to disobey, looked ahead and said:
"Yes, Mr. Heras."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a pair of eyes flashing with strange light and heard words like an order:
“Keep it secret!
“Anything you see or hear in this villa must not be leaked to people outside.”
The man in the baseball cap shuddered for some reason and felt that he had to do what the other party told him to do.
He lowered his head again and said:
"Yes, Mr. Heras."
…
The man in the baseball cap carried an unconscious girl along the stairs to the entrance to the underground area.
There was a small room separated from the other side, and inside sat a bearded man whose exact age could not be determined.
The bearded man had a pair of cold and intimidating blue eyes. He was holding a velvet cloth in his hand and was carefully wiping the gray and white complex rifle on the table.
The rifle was thick and long, connected to a huge mechanical box of the same color through a pipe.
This is a high pressure steam rifle!
This is a military controlled item!
"Mr. Bayliss..." The man in the baseball cap bowed his head and greeted in a prepared manner.
…
The man in the baseball cap entered the neatly laid out underground building that looked like a prison, locked the unconscious girl in one of the small rooms, and touched her sensitive parts reluctantly.
He locked the door, returned to the corridor, and picked up the lantern that had been assigned to him.
Just then, he saw a figure walking slowly towards him from the other end of the corridor.
The figure's eyes seemed to be able to see through the darkness, and he carried no lighting device.
With the help of the light from the lantern, the man in the baseball cap discovered that it was a woman about thirty years old.
The woman was wearing a brown soft hat that tilted up in the middle, a thin white shirt and suspenders, and a pair of knee-length cowhide boots.
There were several old scars on her face, and there was always a cruel smile at the corners of her mouth.
The man in the peaked cap lowered his head in shock and fear, and stammered:
"Ms. Katie..."
The woman ignored him, moving closer and closer, then walking past him as if he were just a piece of air.
After the lady called Katie left, the man in the cap curled his lips and said:
"Bitch! You're definitely more slutty than a whore in bed!"
He thrust his hips, picked up the lantern, and left the underground area.
…
The man in the peaked cap met two men in the magnificent and golden hall.
One of them was about 1.65 meters tall, a little fat, with no special features in his appearance, but his eyes always made people frightened. The other one was in the early 1.70 meters tall, looked quite old, with some forehead wrinkles. He had a high nose bridge and bright brown eyes, and did not look very intimidating.
"Mr. Kapin..." The man in the peaked cap greeted the middle-aged man who was a little fat, and then said to another person, "Mr. Parker..."
…
As the morning light shone through, the man in the baseball cap ran into a cold, middle-aged gentleman called Mr. Heras at the entrance to the underground area.
Heras, wearing a white wig, glanced at him standing respectfully beside him, stretched out his right palm nonchalantly, pointed it at the entrance of the underground area, and spoke majestically and in a low voice:
"Confinement!"
Silently, the feeling around me became subtly different.
…
There are four Beyonders in total, at least four... The strongest one should be Mr. Heras, at least Sequence 6, maybe even Sequence 5... I don't know what method he used, it's somewhat similar to the "Black Emperor" path... relying on order and issuing decrees? Based on the scene just now, it can be preliminarily judged that the ban is only for the underground area, not the entire villa. Also, during the day, people come and go, once the ban is imposed, it will be too troublesome to enter and exit... I wonder if it's the same at night... Klein analyzed the intelligence he just obtained and asked again:
“What is the overall layout of the villa?”
He quickly received feedback and saw the magnificent lobby, the elegant and spacious restaurant, the corridor running through the first floor, as well as the bathroom, the underground area and other scenes.
Through them, Klein pieced together the general layout of Capin Villa in his mind.
Feeling spiritually drained, he asked one last question:
"Which big shots does Kapin have close ties with?"
The scene before his eyes was the magnificent hall from before, where half-naked girls were either crawling on their stomachs to serve alcoholic drinks to the guests, or allowing themselves to be beaten, scolded and played with by the guests, or being directly dragged to some secluded place and tortured.
They were all young, their expressions were painful and numb, and if they were a little slow or not enthusiastic enough, Kapin's waiters or maids would whip them with whips.
These servants witnessed the evil scene but had no sympathy at all. They rushed to show off themselves and tried to gain praise.
Among the guests, Klein saw Capin, the cold Mr. Heras, a member of the House of Commons who was often in the newspapers, Vadra, and the fat man called the deputy director...
…
Is that a deputy director of the Backlund Police Department? This is a senior member of the police department... None of those servants are good... That's right, the people in the villa must have been screened and trustworthy... Klein rubbed his forehead and stopped the close fit. The man in the baseball cap was just a small leader, and the things he could know or participate in were at most these.
And until this time, the mysterious unknown limit has not been touched.
Klein ended the ceremony, causing the other party's figure to disappear into the gray fog, and he immediately returned to the real world.
In the room with an ethereal smell, he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the man in the baseball cap who was unconscious on the ground. Based on the intelligence he had just obtained, he analyzed the feasibility of the performance and thought about one plan after another.
Finally, Klein came to a definite conclusion and muttered to himself:
“Maybe I don’t need help…
“Helpers would only hinder me and make it difficult for me to escape when in danger.
“It’s very important to pick the right timing.”
…………
Nearly fifty minutes later, the man in the black and gray cap appeared in the East District and headed straight for the streets controlled by the Zmanger Party.
As soon as he saw a few dark-skinned, thin and sturdy plateau people with fierce looks, he immediately moved closer, pretending not to look at the road, and bumped into one of them.
"Damn it! You bunch of trash!" The man in the baseball cap cursed loudly and punched the other person.
Those people from the plateau who loved fighting fought with him without showing any weakness.
During this process, the man in the peaked cap pulled out his dagger, and the plateau people also displayed their weapons.
Phew!
During the fight, a dagger was inserted into the neck of the man in the baseball cap, hitting the artery.
The man in the baseball cap fell down, and bright red blood pooled around his head.
He soon lost his life, and an illusory and transparent figure in his body disappeared immediately.
Klein returned to the gray fog and used it as a springboard to re-enter his body. He opened his eyes in a cheap hotel in Cherwood.
He dealt with the remaining traces and went to the front desk to check out of the room.
Returning all the way to Minsk Street, Klein once again entered the gray fog.
He wants to divine a simple but crucial message!
He picked up the pen and wrote a line of words:
"Kapin's dinner time tonight."