Part 2: The Faceless Man Chapter 163: Mr. Hellas
In the room filled with the empty scent of Amanda’s Pure Dew and Spirit’s Eye Potion, Capin’s man was being manipulated by the possessed Kraven to chant the name of “Fool” over and over again.
In the monotonous but rhythmic whispers and the scent that made it difficult to concentrate, the man’s mental body gradually dispersed, and his entire body became confused but maintained a certain degree of strange lucidity, as if he were undergoing self-hypnosis.
With the “help” of Klein in his spiritual form, and the feedback from the chanting of the Fool’s name, he entered the state of “artificial sleepwalking” little by little, and his astral body approached the infinite, the gray mist on the heights, and approached the infinite, the gray mist on the heights, and approached the infinite. The astral body approached the gray fog on the heights, and approached the mysterious place above the gray fog.
Seizing this opportunity, Kraven ended the summoning and returned to the lofty and ancient palace, where he sat down in the seat belonging to the “Fool”.
He saw a circle of clear light beside him, outlining the illusory figure of Karpin’s henchman, and the mysterious space was slightly shaken by the ritual, with some power being pried out of it and flowing slowly.
Klein picked up the “Black Emperor” card and had a paper figure flash into his palm.
With a flick of his wrist, the paper figure flew out, absorbing the drips of pried power from the gray fog, and transformed into a man wearing a gray and black cap and a thick cotton jacket, identical to Capin’s henchman, with no difference in his scent or feel.
This paper man overlapped with the target’s silhouette, bearing the mysterious and unknown limitations within the spirit in his place.
At the same time, Klein held the “Black Emperor” card in his hand, spreading his spirituality and touching the shadow of Karpin’s subordinate, which was outlined by bright and pure light.
This belongs to a kind of application of the element of secret contract, weak human beings and great beings a little bit of contact, feel the corresponding knowledge, get a wonderful spiritual experience, different from the normal, in this case, Klein is playing the role of the great beings.
And in this state of close fit, the interaction was corresponding, the human could obtain the knowledge of the Great Being, and the Great Being could naturally read out the desired scene by asking questions.
If Klein had not mastered the extraordinary powers of the psychic realm, he would have been able to use this as a hint.
”Who are the powerful people within Villa Karpin?” Klein opened his mouth to ask through the interacting spirituality.
Without a bit of resistance, that imaginary figure transmitted the images from his memory, making Klein feel like he was watching a holographic movie:
The man with a duck-tongued cap stood fearfully and respectfully in the room, and in front of him was a middle-aged gentleman wearing a black tuxedo and a white hairnet.
This gentleman has a long, thin, serious face with a naturally pursed mouth, giving off an unusually cold feeling.
He followed the gold watch chain and pulled out a pocket watch of the same color, pressed it open and looked at it, then spoke in a deep voice:
”Look at me.”
The man in the duck-tongued hat didn’t dare to raise his head in defiance and looked ahead and said:
”Yes, Mr. Heras.”
Before his words fell, he saw a pair of eyes that flashed with a strange light and heard commanding words:
”Guard the secret!
”Do not divulge anything you see or hear inside this villa to anyone outside.”
The man in the duck-tongued hat inexplicably trembled, only to realize that he had to do as the other party commanded.
He lowered his head again and said:
”Yes, Mr. Heras.”
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Carrying an unconscious young girl, the man in the duck-tongued hat went down the stairs to the entrance of the underground area.
There, there was a small room that was partitioned off, and inside it sat a bearded man whose exact age could not be seen.
This bearded man had a pair of cold and intimidating blue eyes, holding a fine flannel in his hand, he was carefully wiping the grayish-white complex rifle that was placed on the table.
That rifle was thick and long, and was connected to a huge mechanical box of the same color through a pipe.
It was a high-pressure steam rifle!
It was a military controlled item!
”Mr. Bellis ……” the man in the duck-tongued hat bowed his head in early greeting.
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The man in the duck-tongued hat entered the neatly laid out, jail-like underground building and put the unconscious young girl in one of the small rooms.
He locked the door to the room and returned to the corridor, lifting the horse lamp assigned to him.
Just then, he saw a figure walking slowly from the depths of the corridor at the other end.
The figure’s gaze seemed to see through the darkness, and it carried no lighting device.
With the light of his lantern, the man in the duck-tongued hat realized that it was a woman in her thirties.
The woman wore a brown fedora cocked in the middle, a thin white shirt and strappy pants, and a pair of cowhide-colored boots that reached her knees.
Her face had several old scars, and a cruel smile was always at the corners of her mouth.
The man in the duck-tongued hat bowed his head in shock and fear and mumbled out:
”Ms. Katie ……”
The woman ignored him, taking one step closer and one step over as if he was just a piece of air.
Only when the lady known as Katie was far away did the man in the duck-tongued hat skim his lips and say:
”Bitch! Must be wilder than a whore when you get laid!”
He jacked his crotch, brought up his marquee, and left the underground area.
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The man in the duck-tongued hat met two men in the opulent, gilded hall.
One of them was about one meter six and a half tall, with a somewhat blonde figure and not much in the way of features in his looks, but his gaze was always intimidating, and the other one was about one meter seventy and rather old-looking with a few lifted eyebrows; he had a high nose and brown eyes, and didn’t look much intimidating.
”Mr. Karpin ……,” the man in the duck-tongued hat greeted the middle-aged man with some blonde hair before addressing the other, “Mr. Parker … …”
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With the early morning shimmering light pouring in, the man in the duck-tongued hat bumped into the aloof middle-aged gentleman known as Mr. Heras at the entrance to the underground area.
Herras, who wore a white hair cover, glanced at him who was respectfully serving beside him, and without any concern, he extended his right palm, aimed it at the entrance of the underground area, and spoke in a majestic and low voice:
”Confinement!”
Wordlessly, there was a subtle difference in the surrounding sensation.
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A total of four extraordinary people, at least four …… The strongest should be that Mr. Heras, at least Sequence 6, or maybe even Sequence 5 …… It is also unknown what pathway, and the “Black Emperor I don’t know what kind of path is similar to the “Black Emperor’s” path. …… Relying on order, enacting laws and decrees? According to the scene just now, we can initially judge that the ban is only for the underground area, does not include the villa as a whole, also, people come and go during the day, once the ban is in place, it is too much trouble to get in and out of …… I do not know if it is the same thing at night …… Klein analyzed the information that he had just obtained, and asked again. intelligence, once again asked:
”What is the overall layout of the villa like?”
He quickly received the feedback and saw the splendid hall, the elegant and wide dining room, the corridor running through the first floor, as well as the washroom, the underground area and other scenes.
Through them, Klein pieced together the general layout of Villa Karpin within his mind.
Feeling the depletion of his spirituality, he asked one last question:
”Which big shots does Karpin have close ties with?”
The scene that presented itself before his eyes was the same gilded hall from earlier, where a single half-naked young girl was either prostrate serving alcoholic beverages to the guests, letting them scold and play with them, or being directly pulled to some secluded place and subjected to devastation.
They were all young, their expressions pained and numb, and at the slightest delay or lack of enthusiasm, the Carpin’s waiters or maids would lash them with whips.
These underlings witnessed the scenes of evil without the slightest sympathy, and vied with each other to show themselves in an attempt to gain appreciation.
Klein saw Capin among those guests, the indifferent Mr. Heras, a member of the House of Commons, Vadra, who was often in the newspapers, and the obese man known as the Deputy Superintendent ……
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That’s a Deputy Inspector General of the Birkeland Police Department? That was high up in the police department …… It was surprising that none of those underlings were any good …… Also, the villa must have been screened enough to be trusted …… Crane rubbed his forehead and Discontinued that close fit – that man in the duck-tongued hat was just a small leader, able to know or participate in things at best these.
And up until this point, that mysterious unknown limitation remained untouched.
Klein ended off the ritual, letting the other man’s figure disappear above the gray mist, and returning to the real world himself with it.
Inside that room that smelled ethereal and unreal, he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at the duck-tongued man who was unconscious on the floor, analyzing the feasibility of the performance based on the information he had just obtained, thinking about one plan after another.
Eventually, Klein had a definite idea and muttered silently to himself:
”Maybe it’s okay not to need helpers ……
”Helpers would instead slow me down and make it inconvenient for me to escape in times of danger.
”The timing will have to be picked, it’s very important.”
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Nearly fifty minutes later, the man in the black and gray duck-tongued hat appeared in the East End, heading straight for those streets controlled by the Zimanga party.
”Damn! You bunch of trash!” The duck-tongued man cursed loudly and swung his fist at his opponent.
The Highlanders, who already loved to grapple, wasted no time in fighting him.
In the process, the duck-tongued man drew his own dagger, and those few highlanders likewise lit up their weapons.
Pfft!
In the midst of the battle, a dagger plunged into the duck-tongued man’s neck without being able to avoid it, hitting the arterial blood vessels just right.
The duck-tongued man collapsed, bright red blood pooling open around his head.
He quickly lost his life, and an illusory, transparent figure inside him then disappeared.
Klein went back above the gray mist, using it as a springboard to re-enter his body and open his eyes inside the cheap motel in the Chorwood district.
He took care of the remaining traces and went to the front desk to check out of his room.
Making his way back to Minsk Street, Klein once again entered above the gray mist.
He was going to divine a simple but crucial piece of information!
He lifted his fountain pen and wrote a single line of words:
”Capin’s dinner time today.”