In the western suburbs of the North District, in a three-story house that is almost abandoned.

This place originally belonged to Backlund Medical College, but the main body of the latter has now moved to a better and more suitable place, leaving only a small number of teaching staff and students who failed to graduate successfully that year to "guard" the local area.

Audrey was wearing a white coat and a mask of the same color. Her shiny blonde hair was tied up and tucked into a cold surgical cap.

She turned her eyes and looked at Fors Wall, who was dressed in the same outfit. She always felt that the other person had a special temperament and seemed to be more suitable for such an outfit than herself.

Uh... it's the kind of temperament that can pick up a scalpel and cut open a patient's stomach at any time... Audrey didn't say anything. She followed Fors half a step behind and entered the classroom in front.

After receiving the information from Xio from Fors, she was shocked because Mr. Fool had said that it was a simple task.

Considering that simplicity might only be relative to Mr. Fool himself, Audrey took the opportunity to disguise herself alone, recited his name, prayed quietly, and reported the whole story.

However, she has not received a response so far.

After passing through the door and entering the room, Audrey instinctively looked around and found that this was not an ordinary classroom. There were four skeleton specimens and four glass coffins. The coffins were filled with preservatives and contained four pale and naked corpses.

At the top of the classroom, there was a transparent glass column, also filled with blood, in which was floating a male corpse in a black bachelor's gown.

The clothes of this corpse were tightly attached to his body, giving him a very heavy feeling. However, he did not fall down, but just floated vertically in the center.

It was like drowning in it while alive, rather than being put in after death... Audrey made a preliminary judgment with the attitude of a spectator.

In addition, she saw a number of people dressed in white coats, white masks and surgical caps sitting sparsely around the long tables in the room. They did not say a word, just like the corpses and bones around them.

After taking a look at the crimson moon that had finally shone through the dim and dark night, Audrey looked back at the scene in the classroom and couldn't help trembling for a moment. This was an instinctive fear.

But at the same time, she felt excited and thrilled.

This is the life that an extraordinary person should have... Audrey muttered silently, and followed Fors to find a seat in the corner and sit down.

After waiting for a while, the floating male corpse in a black bachelor's suit suddenly opened his eyes in the vertical glass column at the front of the classroom, and his voice came out through the numerous obstacles:

"Let's get started."

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Dharavi Street, East End.

Klein was wearing a dusty gray-blue worker's uniform and a peaked cap, walking on the dim streets where only a few gas lamps were still functioning.

There was a little candlelight in the apartments on both sides, which mixed with the crimson moonlight that struggled to penetrate the clouds and mist, barely outlining the silhouettes of the people walking on the road.

Klein met passers-by who were wearing old and tattered clothes and had numb and desperate expressions. They were homeless people being driven away by the police.

They had no place to sleep and could only walk aimlessly on the streets. Occasionally they would get a chance to find an inconspicuous corner or a bench in the park to rest for a while, but they would soon be driven away again.

In the cold and dark night, Klein felt that they were more like zombies than any zombies he had ever seen, and the entire East District was more like the abyss than the abyss in myths and legends.

He took a quick breath, which irritated his throat and caused him to cough twice. He quickly gathered his thoughts and observed the apartment building at the corner of the street, which had obvious explosion damage and had not yet been repaired.

"If we want to monitor the crime scene, the best and most hidden place is the other apartment building directly opposite. The third floor, fourth floor, and rooftop all meet the requirements..." Klein analyzed the situation based on what he learned from the Nighthawks.

During the whole process, he did not slow down to avoid arousing suspicion.

Arriving at the intersection, Klein smoothly passed the apartment number 1 and entered the building opposite the crime scene.

He was not unfamiliar with similar places. The one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East District was located in a similar apartment. When he was in Tingen City before, he, his brother Benson, and his sister Melissa also lived in an apartment of a slightly higher grade for a long time. This was both Klein's personal experience and the memory fragments of the original owner.

As his thoughts raced, Klein pulled his cap down, lowered his head, and walked up the creaking stairs at a moderate pace, all the way to the third floor.

Because of the unfortunate experience in the evening, he now had no revolver, so he could only put one hand into his pocket and hold a few tarot cards between his fingers.

In the corridor on the third floor with no lights but only a hint of moonlight, Klein did not rush forward but carefully observed the layout.

Facing the crime scene on the left, the room with the best surveillance view should be the third room from here... Klein began to move forward slowly and cautiously.

After walking through two rooms, he put his right hand into his pocket and gently opened the iron cigarette box.

An instant later, his fingers touched the "All-Black Eye" and whispers that tore at his spirit and exploded his brain immediately rang in his ears.

At the same time, with the help of this contaminated object, Klein saw a series of strange black lines.

These thin lines float in the void. Although there is a certain degree of intersection and a little entanglement, if you trace back to the source, you can still tell who they belong to.

The corresponding figures appeared in Klein's almost cooked brain. There were men, women, and children sleeping in high and low beds, and several tenants lying on the floor.

Apart from this, there are no special places and no hidden characters.

Klein quickly retracted his hand and did not touch the "All-Black Eye" directly. The hallucinations in front of him and the auditory hallucinations in his ears gradually improved.

He endured the pain and continued to move forward. When the pain eased a little, he immediately began to observe another room.

Unfortunately, after he "searched" the entire apartment building from where he could observe the crime scene across the street, he didn't find anything.

Huh, huh... Klein shrank to the corner of the balcony, supported his knees with his hands, and gasped violently.

Tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes and snot ran from time to time, as if he had suddenly fallen ill.

This was the consequence of frequent contact with the "All-Black Eye" in a short period of time. Even with Klein's resistance in this area, he could not be completely immune.

The only thing that satisfied him was that this was just stimulation and not pollution, otherwise he would have given up long ago and would not have dared to 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 worse view than this one, but still got nothing.

Was my interpretation wrong? Was the clue at the crime scene? Klein returned to the street and looked at the apartment with traces of explosion out of the corner of his eye in confusion.

With the mentality of giving it a try, he put his hand in his pocket again, pushed it open and reached into the iron cigarette box.

He wanted to check whether there was anyone hiding in the entrance to the apartment where the crime scene was.

With a buzzing sound, Klein's head felt like it was hit, and his body was shaking a little.

He staggered forward like a drunk and looked at the apartment with traces of the explosion.

Because they were too far away, he couldn't "see clearly" the black lines, nor could he trace their source and observe their ownership. He could only barely distinguish where the lines gathered, and such places indicated that there were people.

No, no, no... Klein quickly scanned it and made a rough assessment.

Suddenly, he discovered that a thin black line was floating out from the crime scene on the third floor and merged into the air!

This... Klein's pupils shrank as he confirmed it. He then quickly pulled his hand away, no longer touching the completely black eye.

There was someone in the bombed room!

That murderer was crazy enough to wait for the investigators at the scene?

Isn't he afraid that some official Beyonders might investigate the case?

I made a wrong judgment just now and I haven't found him yet because my logic is completely different from that of the madman...

Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly. Klein exhaled slowly and walked around as if nothing had happened until he reached the entrance of the apartment building.

At this time, all his adverse reactions had subsided.

Controlling his facial expressions and body language, Klein walked to the third floor as if he was going home. His quick steps revealed a slight heaviness that came from fatigue.

In the dim corridor, he immediately saw the room without a door and with most of the walls collapsed, and then "carelessly" walked towards the public bathroom.

As he approached the room, his hand, which had been in his pocket, touched the "Eye of All Black".

There were those brain-splitting mumblings and all kinds of blurry hallucinations. Klein saw out of the corner of his eye a series of illusory black lines spreading out from the crime scene.

Tracing back to the source, he found a man who had completely blended into the shadows, with an aura of the same color.

The man was very tall, nearly two meters, with the corners of his mouth slightly drooping, appearing quite aloof.

His eyes were like those of a wild beast, and his indifference could not conceal his ferocity.

It’s not Lanevus… Klein retracted his finger and relaxed his tense body. He pretended to be normal and ignored the possible gazes. He walked to the end of the corridor without stopping and entered the public bathroom without disturbing the man.

The public restroom was not on the same side as the crime scene. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, calmed down a little, then climbed out of the window, climbed down skillfully, and left quickly without stopping.

He knew that in a few minutes the man would notice that someone who went to the bathroom had not returned and would become alert and chase after him, so he had to get away from Dharavi Street as quickly as possible.

It’s not that Klein didn’t want to go back the same way, but he didn’t know which room he could go to, which would also expose the problem.

The Joker ran very quickly, made a big circle, and then entered the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East District. He came above the gray fog and made sure that there was no danger of being caught up.

That guy should have a deep connection with Lanevus... Klein pondered for a moment, then materialized the portrait of the man and sent his thoughts to the crimson star that symbolized Miss Justice.

Then he said in a solemn and low voice:

“Here’s the clue.”

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