In the dark sewer, Klein wiped his neck and turned his attention back to Lanevus's cracked head and headless body, and back to the two tarot cards inserted between his eyes.
He originally wanted to take back all the "flying knives" he had thrown out and erase the corresponding clues, but he discovered a very realistic and serious problem.
That is he has no darkvision.
He was able to rush through the pitch-black sewers and fight fiercely with Lanevus because of his spiritual vision!
He could see the color of Lanevus's aura, the spiritual radiance of various creatures, and vaguely grasp the places they "illuminated", thereby identifying the path.
Unfortunately, the tarot cards he was using now were not the ones that came from the Nighthawks. They did not have spiritual silver patterns and were ordinary and featureless.
In this environment, Klein could use his own aura color and spiritual radiance to distinguish the outlines of objects in a small range around him, but he couldn't see the cards stuck on the wall and scattered on the ground from a distance - he and Lanevus had just fought fiercely all the way and were not confined to one place.
Of course, he believed that as long as he gave himself enough time, it would not be too difficult to retrieve all the tarot cards he had thrown out. However, the key point was that the night watchmen who were chasing Lanevus and the military personnel on the airship might arrive in the next minute!
I can't be careless about this... I've been wearing gloves... I bought this tarot deck before coming to Backlund, and it's a nationwide unified model... I've basically never used it... Even if I carry it with me, most of the time I put it together with Mr. Azik's copper whistle... No matter what method you use, it's difficult to locate me through them. At most, they can be used to restore part of the battle scene. I have a mask on my face and my shoes are padded... Various thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, and he quickly made a decision.
He turned to Lanevus's headless body, squatted down, stretched out his right hand wearing a black glove, and quickly searched for the remaining items on the other person's body.
——Klein had no intention of performing a spiritual communication ceremony. First, the feeling of the evil god descending before had left a deep impression on him, and he did not dare to blindly communicate with Lanrvus' spirit unless he took it above the gray fog. Second, the Nighthawks and military personnel could arrive at any time, and he did not think he had enough time to set up a ceremony, summon himself, respond to himself, and then communicate with the spirit above the gray fog.
It’s time to give up… Klein muttered to himself and took his hand away from Lanevus.
The crazy swindler seemed to have fled in a hurry. He took no cash, no materials, and no talismans with him. He only carried an eyeball-sized badge close to his body, on which a thin spiritual light was quietly shining.
Klein was not afraid that the item could be located because he planned to throw it above the gray fog and study it slowly. So he stood up and put the badge into his pocket.
He stared at Lanevus's body, and without waiting for the Beyonder Characteristics to emerge, he took out the remaining tarot cards with his left hand wearing a black glove.
Then, he stretched out his left arm and placed his palm directly above Lanevus's body.
Suddenly, Klein loosened his grip and let the tarot cards fall one by one, covering the headless corpse like leaves. Some of them were facing up, with pictures and numbers painted on them, and some had dark red backs with faint patterns.
After doing all this, Klein took out the Azik copper whistle and threw it a few times before running deep into the sewer without looking back.
After nearly two minutes, a group of figures finally found this place. Some of them were wearing thick black windbreakers, while others were wearing stylishly designed and well-cut military-like uniforms.
The leader was Creste Cesimar, holding a pure bone sword. His red gloves were stained with dust, and his resolute face showed obvious fatigue and weakness.
They stopped a few meters away from the body and used dark vision to see Lanevus's body and his head near the wall.
There were two tarot cards stuck on the head, one was "The Emperor" and the other was "Wheel of Fortune".
The surface of the headless corpse is covered with more cards, which depict "the chariot driven by the victor", "the hermit in a robe and holding a lamp", "the death riding a white horse and wearing armor", as well as more Holy Grail number cards, Wands number cards, etc.
On the surrounding walls and on the ground, there are also tarot cards such as "Devil", "Sun" and "Judgement" inserted or lying.
All of this looked like the scene of some strange ritual, and Lanevus was the one destined to be sacrificed.
Creste Cecima took a breath silently and frowned tightly. The extraordinary people around him were temporarily unable to recover from the shock of this terrifying and mysterious scene in the dark environment.
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After getting away from the scene of Lanevus's death, Klein quickly found an exit and left. He took off his clown mask and walked quickly towards the East District in the shadow of the gas street lamps.
Before that, he had already dealt with the stains on the soles of his shoes.
It was not until he entered the East District and arrived at Black Palm Street that he breathed a sigh of relief. Then, in the one-bedroom house he rented, he quickly performed a ceremony in which he summoned himself and responded to himself.
In his spiritual form, Klein moved all the clothes he was going to wear tonight, the remaining charms, herbs, essential oils, and the badge he got from Lanevus onto the gray fog and burned the corresponding clues with spiritual flames.
Huh... He let out a breath. He finally had time to take a look at the badge he got from Lanevus.
The badge was only the size of an eyeball, with symbols of fate and concealment engraved on the front and a circle of compact and tiny ancient Hermetic inscriptions on the back:
"Hold this and you can join."
What does that mean? Is Lanevus a member of a secret organization? Klein rubbed his forehead. Being exhausted both physically and mentally and at a bad time, he decisively gave up his research and planned to think about it after the Tarot gathering.
He quickly left the mysterious space above the gray fog, changed into another set of clothes, and removed his previous disguise.
However, he was not in a hurry to return to Minsk Street. He planned to sleep until the next morning before leaving. This was because any action on the street after midnight would easily attract investigation, and another incident had just happened.
Lying down on the bed, Klein looked out the window at the night where the moonlight was fading, and his mind gradually calmed down.
After completing his initial revenge, he felt like he had unloaded a huge burden and gotten rid of a lot of depression. His mental state was obviously much better than before.
"Ince Zangwill and Sealed Artifact 0-08 are beyond my ability to handle at the moment, and the gap is huge. Only a high-sequence warrior, a demigod-like being, will be qualified to get involved in this matter... Before I advance to Sequence 4, I will pretend that they don't exist..."
"Well, my goal for a long time in the future is to work hard to improve myself. I have now completely digested the 'Joker' potion. Once I have collected all the extraordinary materials, I will be able to be promoted to a 'Magician'."
"After that, there are 'Faceless Man', 'Puppet Master', and the corresponding Sequence 4 whose name I don't know yet."
"Other than that, be a normal detective."
Klein felt peaceful, and his thoughts wandered as he thought about his plans for the next period of time. He was no longer so impatient, and no longer so depressed.
As he thought about it, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he muttered to himself silently:
"Captain, Benson, Melissa, you should like to see me like this..."
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Just after daybreak, a group of people dressed as doctors, wearing surgical caps and white masks, arrived at the dormitory door of the Dock Workers' Association.
The old man at the head, who looked very experienced, said to the confused residents:
"A contagious disease has been discovered in your house, and a man named Kevin has died from it."
"We will provide free treatment. There is a specific medicine for this infectious disease. As long as you take it in time, you will be fine."
"Kevin?" One by one the guests exclaimed in surprise, looking around for the colleague named Kevin, but found nothing.
That was Lanevus's pseudonym.
Seeing that this charitable medical organization was accompanied by a familiar police officer, the residents no longer doubted and began to line up nervously to receive their medicines.
The first one was a middle-aged man with a big beard. He asked a lot of questions very nervously, fearing that a bottle of medicine would not be able to fight the highly contagious disease.
It was not until the doctors showed impatience that he drank the bottle of blue special medicine.
Then he was helped to the side and his mouth was placed over a hole of the same size.
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
The man suddenly felt nauseous and vomited violently, vomiting a ball of sour, smelly and bloody stuff.
He was just about to half-propel himself up to move his eyes to see what he had vomited, but was forcibly pulled apart by two strong nurses.
The mouth-sized hole was located on an iron-black metal barrel. The bottom of the barrel was dark and deep, with almost no light.
And right there, lying quietly, was a pool of yellow-green liquid, in the middle of which was a small piece of bloody flesh, covered with fine black hairs!
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
One by one, the guests took the medicine and vomited painfully in front of different metal buckets.
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In Queens, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family.
"Why did you come to visit so early?" Audrey looked at the sky outside, then looked at Viscount Greylint in front of her.
Grellint looked around and only saw a big golden retriever squatting next to him, so he lowered his voice and said:
"I was planning to go to the racecourse, but I met Conse on the way. He told me something very interesting. It was really interesting. I thought I would pass by here, so I came to share it with you."
"What's the matter?" Audrey asked with interest.
Grellant answered without paying attention to his words:
"You should have heard of the Aurora Society, right? It's the Aurora Society that assassinated Ambassador Intis. They were caught, and several important members died. A very large conspiracy failed because of this."
I thought it was something related to the divinity of the "True Creator". Xio and the others had someone report it yesterday evening, so it was just the right time to act at night... Wait, it seems that the Aurora Society worships the "True Creator"! Audrey's eyes lit up, and she asked reservedly:
"What's the plan?"
"I don't know. Conse refused to tell me. He only told me that the person responsible for this plot was a wanted swindler named Lanevus." Grellint spread out his right palm.
As expected... Audrey nodded slightly and asked without disguising her curiosity:
"Has he been caught?"
"He died, but not at the hands of our people." Grellint paused and said, "This is what I mean by interesting. When his body was found, it was covered with many tarot cards and the surroundings were also covered with tarot cards. Imagine the scene..."
Tarot cards? The body was covered with many tarot cards? Audrey was stunned at first, then she "understood":
This is what we "Tarot Club" do!
This was done by Mr. Fool's followers!
PS: I recommend a book. The author is an old Chinese doctor. No, he is a gynecologist. No, that was his previous job. He is now an author. The title of the book is "Ghosts Ahead". Introduction: This world has ghosts and gods. But now, the gods are dead! When the old gods die and the new gods are not established, it is also the time for the demons and ghosts to revel and turn over...