Part 2 THE FACELESS CHAPTER XV THE MASTER MESSENGER
Almost instinctively, Klein bent his knees violently, swung his back sideways, and tumbled in the other direction, the direction of the lavatory room door.
Whoosh!
A small black-feathered arrow was stuck on the washroom table, the arrowhead seemed to be made of bone, glowing with a bluish color, which was very beautiful.
If Klein appeared to hesitate just now, then he would certainly not be able to escape this sudden attack!
Rolling a little pause, Klein probed his hand to the pocket of his coat, trying to pull out a few tarot cards.
But at this time, he only felt a strong wind on his face, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black silhouette of high-speed close, in a more than normal posture to bully to his near front, and tense the back of the foot, from the bottom to the top, a leg kicked out.
Seeing that he couldn’t avoid it, Klein was too busy to give up the idea he had just had, and his elbow was set up to block the attack.
With a bang, he only felt his entire left arm instantly turn numb, and his body could hardly be contained as his body was jerked out of the way, just like the tennis squash, a favorite game of the middle class, and the soccer, which was currently popular among the lower class laborers.
What a force! Klein’s heart tightened, panicked and unperturbed, he adjusted his body in mid-air, changed his stance, and barely maintained his balance, just like performing acrobatics.
Snap! Pop, pop …… At this time, the bark colored blowpipe only just landed on the floor of the lavatory, bouncing towards the back of the door, from fast to slow.
Klein was just about to stretch his body and steady himself for the follow-up attack when another image suddenly flashed within his mind:
The enemy dressed in black was faster than he could have imagined, arriving faster than he had anticipated, sinking his back and swinging his arm, and blasting him in the chest with a single punch.
In an instant, Klein’s body regrouped and spun half a dozen more times, like a small ball that kept falling and being thrown.
Snap!
Head down, he reached down and pressed into the ground, scissoring and spreading his legs so that the black-clad man’s blasted fist failed to hit anything, passing through the gap and bursting the air.
The fist that was originally aimed at his chest could only hit his legs, which were spreadable, after Klein turned his body upside down.
With a press and a brace, both legs retracted underneath, Klein deftly leapt to the other side, finally standing firm and straight.
Snap!
Before he had a chance to examine his enemy, the black figure had leaned sideways, bringing up a strong sound of wind.
What a quick reaction! Klein was busy racking his arms and blocking in front of his body.
With a muffled thud, it was as if he had been hit by a black bear, and it was really difficult for him to withstand that majestic force, so he could only stagger backward, almost losing consciousness in his arms.
At the same time, Klein finally recognized who the attacker was.
He was dark-skinned, lean and tough, with deep-set eyes, and was the “executioner” of the Zimanga party, Mersault, who had come to see Detective Moriarty in the morning!
Slap, slap, slap! Mursault’s eyes were fierce, he was in hot pursuit, his arms were swinging continuously, either left hook or right swing, launching a storm of attacks.
The gap between Klein’s strength and his opponent’s was obvious, he was unable to fight head on, relying on his agility and sense of anticipation to barely dodge this combination of punches.
I can’t! I must utilize my strengths! Similar thoughts flashed by, Klein no longer made any more attempts at fighting, his body shortened, his legs gave a lurch, and he tumbled out to the side.
Ka-ching! A chair was torn apart by Meursault’s pumping leg.
Klein braced his hands, his back and waist, and continued to roll, to look for an opportunity to take out his tarot cards and homemade charms.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
Meursault caught up at a quick pace, his legs alternating kicks, not much slower than his foe.
He was like a giant bear with the gift of agility, with no shortcomings in all aspects, so that the tumbling Klein could only focus on dodging and waving first, not freeing up his hands to draw cards and take spells at all.
Click, bang, bang!
Chairs shattered, tables overturned, coat racks fell, Klein circled most of the way around, and the situation became more and more precarious.
It couldn’t go on like this! He kept dodging and rolling, seeking every opportunity to turn the situation around.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he swept over the coffee table in the living room, and an idea came to him at once within his mind.
Bang! With a one-handed rack and a smooth backward leap, Klein endured the pain and tumbled towards the living room area.
And at this time, the muscles of Meursault’s legs suddenly bulged as if they were inflated.
Stomp! He stepped on the ground as if it was shaking, and his entire body leapt out, bullet-like, and shot to close to Klein, then pumped out a leg.
Klein barely framed it and was jerked away again, knocking over the coffee table with a clang, causing the ceramic tea set to fly towards the cupboard position, and scattering round-bellied fountain pens, standardized contracts, and various newspapers all over the place.
Seeing that the detective wearing a black double-breasted long gown was knocked to the ground, making it difficult for a moment to stand up and roll over, the fierce light in Meursault’s eyes grew, and in the sound of the porcelain breaking one after another, he slid forward, his knee toppling out.
Klein’s eyes turned deep at the scene, and he was already holding a formulary contract in his hand.
He fled to the living room, continuing to tumble toward the coffee table despite the promptings of his premonition, just to get his hands on a formulary contract, or a newspaper!
Seeing the ferocity of Meursault’s knee coming up, Klein’s wrist suddenly flicked.
Just then, an image reappeared within his mind of Meursault’s neck tilting back.
Whoosh!
Klein pressed his wrist slightly and shook out the formulated contract in his hand.
Whoosh!
The contract shot like a dart made of fine steel towards Meursault’s throat, at this point the two men were no more than a meter apart and getting closer and closer as the other man toppled forward!
White shadows came into view, and Meursault instinctively leaned back in an attempt to dodge.
Poof!
The standard contract accurately pierced into Meursault’s throat, into his windpipe.
Foaming with slightly frothy blood, Meursault fell in front of Klein, his knees knocking heavily into the ground.
”Ho, ho, ho ……” He drew out the bloodstained formality contract and clutched it to his throat.
However, he was unable to stop the outflow of blood from his wound, and his eyes gradually laxed.
When he finally did, his body convulsed a few times and he never moved again.
Klein slowed down for a while before he had the strength to roll over and stand up, holding a few tarot cards between his fingers, wary of a possible backlash and another enemy.
After opening his psychic vision and confirming his opponent’s death, Klein looked around and found no other aura colors.
It was only then that his tightness eased a bit, noting that two chairs were broken, the coffee table was knocked in a number of places, china was all over the floor, and the entire living room, dining room, and foyer were a mess.
Lowering his head, he saw again that the sleeves of his long gown were quite damaged and the tweed outer layer was covered in a lot of dust.
Suddenly, Klein whispered to himself:
”This can’t be reimbursed ……”
”Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.”
He laughed, as if he had met something he could be happy about for the rest of his life, and laughed so nearly that his laughter was the only thing echoing throughout the room.
After a few dozen seconds, Klein collected his smile and walked over to Meursault’s body with a stoic expression.
He was going to make the dead man talk!
After the familiar psychic ritual and self-response, Klein smelled the fragrance and used the technique of “dream divination” to whisper:
”The main messenger of the Mersault operation.”
Soon after, his eyes darkened and he entered the dream world, seeing a grayish haze.
Suddenly the gray world shifted with light and shadows, creating images and scenes:
In front of Meursault was a middle-aged man without a hat, and the collar and cuffs of his white shirt had elaborate, cascading, petal-like decorations that looked unusually ornate, combined with a tight black vest and skinny-legged pants that were garish and ostentatious.
The middle-aged man with brown hair and blue eyes, and a thin face with stubble but quite tasteful, was a very durable gentleman.
He looked at Meursault and said in a deep voice:
”Whatever you do, make sure you find Ian Wright, try to keep him alive, and if dead, bring him to me in less than an hour, preferably fifteen minutes.”
”Yes, Mr. Ambassador.” Meursault didn’t hide his own brashness, but still bowed his head.
The image shattered, and Klein frowned:
Mr. Ambassador?
This matter even involves other countries?
Judging from the style of the shirt, this ambassador is most likely the ambassador of the Republic of Intis to Bekrand ……
Ian is just a big boy ……
That gentleman knows about psychics, or at least is surrounded by people who do ……
Klein thought for a moment and gave the “dream divination” statement again:
”Seek the purpose of Ian Wright.”
In the gray, illusory dream world, Klein saw the middle-aged gentleman again.
He gazed at Meursault and spoke in a low voice:
”You don’t need to know why, just do as I tell you.”
”I gave you magic pills and money so that you can become the behind-the-scenes talker of the Zimmergeist Party, not so that you can ask questions, but so that you can do things!”
”Well …… all you need to know is that Ian Wright may be involved in a very important item.”
As the scene faded, Klein once again exited the dream world.
A very important item …… It’s really hard to tell, Ian …… What could it be …… Magic Potion …… Meursault turned out to be an Extraordinary, no wonder his fighting was so strong and terrifying, he should be an Extraordinary who specializes in this area …… Between the flurry of thoughts, Klein felt tired, answering his own prayers did consume his psychic nature too much.
To return to his former level of psychicism, he estimated that he would have to wait until he himself became Sequence 7.
Ending the ritual and lifting off the wall of spirituality, Klein looked at Merso’s corpse and scrutinized it for a long time.
Finally, he saw dots of spiritual light converging at the wound in the other’s throat, slowly condensing into a single piece.
Carefully grabbing it, Klein had an extra piece of crimson colored item shaped like Earth’s jelly in his palm.
”This is the extraordinary properties left behind by Merso? I don’t know what sequence magic potion it will be of …… This is easy to determine, go above the gray mist and divine the answer …… Theoretically, the extraordinary characteristics of the low sequence, even without the use of auxiliary materials, can directly allow a person to obtain the corresponding ability, except that after taking it After taking it, it is easy to go crazy and lose control on the spot …… The auxiliary materials of the low sequence magic potion almost do not contain spirituality ……” Klein dispersed his thoughts and forcibly retracted his attention again.
A corpse was just placed in front of him, giving him a huge headache on what to do afterwards.