After breakfast, he watched around the apartment he rented in the Backlund Bridge area for a while, and confirmed that Klein, who had no suspicious crowd wandering around, decided to wait a few more days before returning to the apartment he was thinking of.

Although it is a waste of rent to do so, he still thinks this is a necessary decision compared to his own and Ian's safety.

In the evening, the weather was fickle in Backlund, and it rained continuously, casting a different kind of haze on the capital of Wandu, where sunlight was rarely seen.

When the workers got off work, Klein and Ian, who had finished dinner near the East District, returned to the brick-red building that they temporarily rented. After observing for a while near the hotel, they found that no one was standing guard, and then the two entered the gate.

The dark and dirty hall was still the same as when they left in the morning, the stocky boss was boredly flipping through vulgar magazines, filled with alcohol, the cloudy eyes on the reddish face swept away, and the dull eyes were on Klein and Ian. It stayed for two seconds, and then slowly turned back to the poor quality and colorful vulgar magazines.

At this time, there was only one worker in an off-white uniform in the hotel lobby who was picking out the newspapers on the newspaper rack in the lobby. Klein was swept around by the sight blessed by his spirit vision. The more energetic Ian nodded and walked back to their respective rooms silently.

dong dong dong dong...

The muffled sound of going upstairs gradually faded away, and the hotel owner, who had been listless, finally regained his strength, put down the vulgar magazine in his hand, and snorted at the man who was selecting newspapers in the lobby.

"Burauer, are you willing to take a job?"

"Go on, what?" Burauer, who was in a lack of interest and kept flipping through outdated newspapers, smacked his lips and replied without looking up.

In order not to reveal the contents, the boss who really drank a little bit of wine burped, the boss with his mouth open, his voice sounded like being covered in a quilt.

"Go and write a letter to the people of the Zigman party, and say that the person Mr. Meursault asked for is back, I will give you 10 soles, and the room fee for next week will be waived."

The newspaper in his hand was pinched and wrinkled. The man exuding negativity raised his head, his brown eyes were surrounded by heavy black circles, and the corners of his dry mouth were slightly white.

"The two people just now?"

"The other one is a child, they stole from the Zigman Party?"

"Why are you asking so many questions?" The innkeeper reached under the table and took it out, groping and pulling out a bag of tea leaves, his stubby fingers constantly stroking the tea leaves wrapped in oil paper, the corner of his mouth barely moving, "Anyway, Just take it if you have the money, and I don't know why."

"Aren't you short of money recently?"

Burauer snorted reluctantly, looked deeply at the boss sitting behind the front desk, turned and walked out of the hotel.

............

In the middle of the night, Klein, who had already talked with Ian and had a general understanding of some of the forces in Backlund, returned to his room.

Klein, whose face was sore and the corners of his mouth could hardly be turned up, squeezed his apple muscles, took off the black acetate glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, and went straight to the simple bathroom in the room. Comfortably solve the problem of bloating in the lower abdomen.

He directly pulled open the closed wooden door, and after solving his own problems comfortably, he moved his body, rinsed his hands, and prepared to take off the human skin mask on his face.

Crash.

Klein took off the translucent mask that was only attached to his face, the muscles on his face twitched, and the freezing feeling gradually subsided.

He kept scooping up the water from the brass faucet and slapped it **** the face.

At this moment, his brain was already a little empty, and a hazy picture suddenly appeared in Klein's mind, whose thoughts were almost sluggish.

In the worn and incomplete bathroom vanity mirror, a pair of sharp and deep eyes are lurking in the darkness, staring at him indifferently.

Almost instinctively, Klein immediately followed the guidance of his spiritual intuition, dropped his knees, turned around with his left knee as the base point, and rushed towards the bathroom door!

It's not that he doesn't want to choose another direction, but the bathroom area in this hotel is too small, and there is no room to avoid it.

Whoosh!

Under Klein's tumbling collision, the assassin's originally long black feather arrow shot out like lightning, covered with blue light, and the bone arrow pierced directly into the ceiling above, almost inserted into the door frame and ceiling in the middle.

hum!

Bumping the assassin back, Klein, who had just found the right balance, didn't hesitate, and his flexible whip leg swept forward with the sound of breaking wind, like a giant axe, smashing **** the assassin's calf. .

But what was unpredictable was that the assassin who was knocked out of balance and almost fell to the ground suddenly turned in the air, dodging Klein's counterattack, and the dagger in his right hand turned and stabbed directly at his original position. position.

He wanted to stab the dagger directly into Klein's thigh and abolish his mobility!

when!

With a muffled sound, the sharp and cold dagger plunged deep into the greasy wooden floor, pulling out a zigzag trace, and the wooden thorn flew away.

It was unfortunate that the attacks of the two men were ineffective at the same time.

Klein, who was on the ground, relied on the "Joker"'s unique control over his body, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, rolled for a while, and tentatively touched his pocket, trying to find a few pictures that he had inherited from Detective Zeriel. Tarot cards wrapped in a textured border.

Just when he was about to turn his wrist, attach his spirituality to the tarot card in his hand, and bless "Paper into a Soldier", when UU Reading www.uukanshu.com directly threw it out, he only felt a gust of wind blowing against his face, and the corner of his eye caught a touch. Reflecting the cold light of the crimson moonlight, Ling Lie's sword edge rubbed against the bare cheek, drawing a bloodstain.

How can I not feel my face!

Klein instinctively wanted to bar his teeth, but found that he couldn't move the muscles on his face, only the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

In an instant, the assassin on the opposite side had adjusted his body shape, his knees were raised, the black figure approached rapidly, and a straight punch wrapped in a strong wind attacked, blocking Klein's retreat, and the black figure immediately surpassed ordinary people. The stance slid in front of him, the instep tensed and pulled out like lightning.

Klein, who was holding the tarot cards tightly in one hand and guarding against the attack in the other, had no time to resist, so he could only slam on his chest and take the blow abruptly, and his whole body bounced out like a kicked ball.

Bang!

Klein's body slammed into the thin wooden wall, and a crack appeared, almost passively piercing the wall.

The loud noise awakened the resting passengers in the next room, and the vulgar roar suddenly sounded, and in the silence of the night, the sound of unsteady movements and the violent slamming of the door were particularly obvious.

"Bastard, do you want to die!"

A man resembling a brown bear who lived next door slammed open Klein's door, and the light of the gas lamp shone fiercely in.

The dim light swept away, and Klein took advantage of the perfect opportunity created by this neighbor to see the sudden assassination.

The "Executioner" of the Zigman Party - Meursault!

He was dark-skinned, lean and lean, with sunken eye sockets. He was the one who spoke to the Zigman Party when Klein was playing Sherlock Moriarty at the Bounty Hunter Tavern.

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