Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 354 The So-called Assassin (3.2K)

The man in black robes could never have imagined that this "agent" would actually pull out such a powerful weapon from his crotch. Who else but a private detective would illegally carry a gun?

Seeing that Klein was about to pull the trigger, he shook his right wrist violently, and the dagger in his hand flew out in an instant, piercing straight into the right eye socket of the great detective.

At the same time, he touched the ground with the tip of his left foot, and his body was as light as a feather. In just a moment, he changed his trend of rushing forward and turned sideways to avoid the shooting that might happen next.

He wanted to use the human instinct to avoid obstacles to interfere with Klein's action of aiming and pulling the trigger. If this "intermediary" did not dodge, his flying knife would be enough to seriously injure this guy who was suspected to be a Beyonder.

As expected, the moment he threw away the flying knife, the man in black robe saw Klein's "expression change drastically" as expected, and immediately "awkwardly" twisted his waist and arms to avoid this swift and fierce attack.

Good opportunity!!! It seems that his Sequence is not high, at least he should not be a Beyonder with a strengthened body!
Seeing that Klein was staggering and unsteady from dodging the flying knife, the man in black robe was delighted. He sped up and came to the great detective who had not yet stabilized his body. He stretched out his hand to remove the revolver that posed a great threat to him.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw that Mr. "Agent" was no longer staggering, but was stabilizing his body in a posture that no human could ever maintain balance.

next moment……

Klein raised his leg and kicked the black-robed man in the vitals.

During the brief contact, the great detective carefully analyzed two points.

First of all, this murderer should be an extraordinary person with outstanding fighting ability and not very mysterious, because his only long-range means is throwing knives, and his first reaction after failing to throw the knives is to get close.

Secondly, based on the other party's voice just now, Klein can be sure and certain that the man in black robe is a man.

so.
"what!!!"

The miserable howls echoed throughout the five floors. The hood of the man in black robe was lifted up due to his violent twisting movements, and his very handsome face was twisted in extreme pain.

This wave, this wave is a victory for the despicable "fortune teller"!

As a Sequence 7 "Magician", how could Klein be threatened by a flying knife? Not to mention the "paper man substitute" that was enough to save his life, even the "Joker"'s ability to maintain balance could not have made him so embarrassed.

The black robe was drenched with red spots. The great detective showed no mercy in this kick, and it could even be said that he used all his strength.

Just as Mr. Assassin was being controlled forcefully, his whole body tense and stiff, unable to move, Klein clenched his fist and hit him hard on the right cheek.

This fist, which carried enormous power, knocked the man in black robe to the ground with just one punch. His teeth became loose, his expression seemed dazed, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Things are different now. Klein Moretti is no longer the "clown" who just arrived in Backlund. He is now a mid-sequence Beyonder!
The mysterious man in the black robe had lost all ability to resist at this point. His face turned purple, his hands tightly covering his hips, and he hunched his body as he rolled slowly and painfully on the ground.

Gone, all gone!!!
Xiweier's mind went blank, and the intense pain in his crotch told him that he had lost his good brother forever!
If he completed this mission, he would obtain the "Sequence Seven" potion, fulfill his promise with the beautiful lady, and have true pleasure with her.

But now there is nothing!

People always regret when they lose something.

Although when he just became an assassin, the lady told him that an assassin is someone who can endure what ordinary people cannot endure, and even if he loses everything, he must respond calmly and find an opportunity to kill with one blow and successfully assassinate.

But when she thought that she would never have the chance to savor those moist and sweet pink lips and that fat-like body again, Shiver was filled with endless resentment and anger towards the hateful guy in front of her.

"I want you dead! I want you dead! I want you dead!"

He opened his bloodshot eyes wide, black blood seemed to flow out from the corners of his eyes, and stared viciously at Klein who was approaching.

The crazy shouting became more and more vague and less and less like a human voice. After just one second, it turned into violent gasps and meaningless roars.

Oh no! Is this going to get out of control!?

Klein, who had been on guard the whole time, felt alarm bells ringing in his heart. He had obviously underestimated the psychological impact that his kick had brought to the opponent.

Of course, there is also the reason that this unqualified assassin did not fully digest the potion.

In short, at this moment, he is about to become a monster under the double blow of mind and body!

Click, click, click...

The "magician" looked serious and snapped his fingers. Several invisible air bullets went straight into the center of Mr. Assassin's eyebrows.

The body that was struggling, twisting and deforming, and flowing with black blood and pus, suddenly softened and slowly fell to the ground, without a trace of life.

Out of caution, Klein snapped his fingers again and fired one last shot at the corpse. He then quickly walked to a window in the corridor and quietly watched what was happening outside.

After waiting for dozens of seconds and finding that the security personnel outside did not notice any unusual movements, Klein breathed a sigh of relief. If this scene was seen by outsiders, he would be in a state of disgrace.

"Why do I always encounter such crap?"

After muttering something in a low voice, Klein returned to the black-robed man he had killed and tried to dispose of the body and conceal the evidence.

Frankly speaking, he had just wanted to use his homemade sleeping spell to make the other party fall asleep so as to communicate with the psychic to obtain information, at the same time keep the real murderer at the scene and then report him severely.

However, this guy's sudden loss of control disrupted all of Klein's plans.

He took out the holy night powder from his pocket and sprinkled a little around, while holding the silver dagger in his hand to create an invisible spiritual wall.

After completing the preparations, the great detective took out a candle, broke it into three pieces, and began to chant the name of Mr. Fool.

If one wants to destroy corpses and cover up traces, Gray Mist is undoubtedly an essential tool for home travel, murder and silencing. Moreover, the spirits of out-of-control Beyonders also require the help of Gray Mist.

After another busy period, Klein sacrificed the black-robed man's body and his dagger above the gray fog.

The endless and hazy gray fog continues to spread, and the majestic and magnificent palace that looks like a giant’s residence once again comes into the eyes of the Fool.

"You are a Sequence 1 Beyonder. What is the name of the potion?"

Klein didn't waste any time. Although he had already guessed that the other party was an "assassin", he couldn't help but confirm it at this time.

“…Sequence Eight…Instigator…”

Damn, it really is true... Buddy, this is not my fault, it will be gone sooner or later anyway, I am just helping you act in advance...

Using the excuse that Ron often used before, Mr. Fool quietly defended himself in his heart. His guilt was alleviated a lot, and he asked again:
"Who asked you to come?"

After a few seconds, the face of the instigator's spirit became feverish, as if he had thought of something he desired very much.

"It's Lady Jessica, she is the second wife of Baron Kessel of the kingdom."

The second one? Mrs. Sharon of Tingen was also the second one. Tsk, this Baron is quite lucky.
After curling his lips and mumbling something in his heart, Klein continued to ask:

"Is Madam Jessica a member of the Witch Cult? Why did you come to kill the top executives of Honest Steel Company? What is your purpose?"

Faced with this somewhat complicated question, the spirit was visibly stunned for a few seconds.

"I didn't know about the witch cult. I came to assassinate to fulfill Madam Jessica's orders."

I don't know the Witch Cult, and I don't even know why they assassinated me. It seems that they are just members of the Witch Cult.
Klein lowered his eyes and sighed deeply, because this meant that he would not be able to obtain more information.

Next, he carefully inquired about some detailed information about Sivir, and finally got satisfactory answers. As time passed, the remaining spirit of the assassin gradually disintegrated into nothingness.

I definitely can't walk out now. The two dead men are still in the office. If I do that, I'm afraid that wanted posters will be posted all over Backlund tomorrow. And if I throw the assassin's body back, I will definitely be investigated. After all, the one who can kill a Beyonder must also be a Beyonder.
Unlucky
Mr. Fool, who was sitting on the high-backed bronze chair, covered his head with his hands. For a moment, he could not think of any good way to get away with it.

As his eyes swept over the assassin's body, a spark seemed to flash in Detective Moriarty's mind. He walked forward hesitantly and searched all of Sylvie's personal belongings.

A wallet with several soli in cash, a few daggers hanging at the waist, the Beyonder characteristics that were slowly precipitating, and a small dressing mirror tightly wrapped in brown paper.

Through the detailed understanding from the spiritual communication just now, Klein knew that this dressing mirror was an important prop for Madam Jessica to contact the assassin.

After looking at the extraordinary characteristics of the Secret Puppet Master placed on the long bronze table, and then at the communication prop in his hand, Klein felt a chill in his crotch and had a bold idea in his mind.

If he pretended to be the assassin, would that make things easier?
The assassin was dead, died on the way to the mission, which meant that the "work report" after the mission was not completed, which meant that Mrs. Jessica did not know the specific details of the mission.

Therefore, whether it was sneaking in to assassinate the factory manager or disguising himself as an "agent" to approach the assassination, it all depended on Klein's words.

Only in this way can the unnecessary person at the scene be eliminated and a perfect alibi be formed.

If an assassin pretends to be an "agent" to kill people, what does it have to do with me, Sherlock Moriarty?
That's right, if this is the case, I can still use the cover-up power of the person behind the scenes to completely cover up the matter, and then when the time comes, I'll be able to do whatever I want!
The more Sherlock Moriarty thought about it, the more excited he became. He felt that while he had become a great detective, he had also lived up to the name.

He returned to his seat, wrote a note, and at the same time materialized a yellow crystal pendant, and divined whether it would be dangerous to do so.

After repeating this silently seven times in his mind, Klein opened his darkened eyes and saw that the topaz pendant was rotating counterclockwise. The amplitude was not large and the movement was not fast. This meant that if he acted carefully, there would be no danger.

Feeling relieved, Klein quickly returned to the real world and began cleaning up the "crime" scene.

(End of this chapter)