Part 2 the faceless man chapter 169 the chivalrous thief
JORWOOD district, in the house which Hugh and Forsyth had rented.
Folth had just finalized the beginning of his new book and was in a good mood to treat himself to a cigarette when, at that moment, Hugh pushed his way into the study.
”Smoking is bad for your health.” Hugh drawled.
Forsyth, seeing a look of much doubt on her face, did not argue, but turned to the question:
”You seem to be in trouble?”
Hugh scratched his shaggy blonde hair and sat down on his butt in the chair next to him:
”I’ve been contacted by that man from earlier, the one who sold me the ‘Sheriff’ formula through someone else at the party Mr. A called.
”He gave me a fairly simple task with an initial payment of thirty pounds, and I don’t know if there are any hidden dangers in it ……”
Voorhees said with a slight flashback:
”That person ah …… he should have an organization behind him, but why would he think of pulling you in, isn’t he afraid of being implicated by your intelligence, leading to the complete destruction of the entire organization? You also don’t have anything that can be plotted ah, looks barely okay, but too short, probably just a life is more valuable …… er, what mission?”
Hugh had long been used to being hit by his best friend, ignoring her previous words and answering that latter question directly:
”Investigate who has inquired about Karpin recently.”
”Capin? That human trafficker who should be hanged, no, burned at the stake?” Forsyth wasn’t a bounty hunter, but it was a writer’s instinct to gather material, so she would often ask Hugh to recount sightings and rumors.
Hugh nodded, “It was him, but he’s dead, and it seems to have been a rather horrible death.”
”Died how? Cut to death by a little bit of a knife?” Forsyth asked with considerable pleasure and curiosity.
”The man didn’t describe it in detail; perhaps to-morrow’s paper will tell.” Hugh thought for two seconds, “He only mentioned the peculiarities of the scene, saying that Capin’s body had been sprinkled with tarot cards, and that his face was covered with the ‘Judgment’ card and the ‘Emperor’ card.”
”The ‘Judgment’ card is supposed to mean ‘Judgment on Capin, resulting in death’, and what does the ‘Emperor’ card stand for? The identity of that murderer, no, that hero?” Best-selling author Forsyth instinctively deciphered the unique arrangement of the crime scene.
Suddenly, she froze.
Tarot cards? A body sprinkled with tarot cards? Voorhees was violently reminded of the secretive organization she had just recently joined:
The Tarot Society!
Couldn’t have been one of our own members, could it? There’s no member with the code name “Emperor”. …… If so, this is the first time I’ve found traces of the Tarot Club in the real world. …… We’re not just a secretive organization that exists only in the gray fog. We are not just a secret organization that exists only in the grey mist. …… Forsyth’s thoughts were turbulent, with surprises and worries.
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Klein was led by the attendant into the familiar sitting room.
There was still only one candle in the room, and the dim light illuminated the surroundings like a scene from a ghost story, and with a mysterious person who was wearing a black robe and an iron mask, the atmosphere was even more intense.
As soon as he stepped into this place, Klein suddenly had some inexplicable feelings.
He felt that the flickering candle flame was staring at him.
He felt that the flame would burst at once and ignite his own hair and robes.
He felt that the curtains that hung silently behind the convex belly window would swirl violently, enveloping his body, covering the mouth and nose used for breathing, and forcibly suffocating him.
What the hell? Klein was stunned for a moment, highly tense.
It wasn’t quite a premonition of danger, yet it was an intuition that was hard to avoid.
Klein carefully found a seat.
No sooner had his ass touched the surface of the chair than he felt that it would burst open with a loud bang, and a thick splinter of wood would run through his body with it.
It reminded him of a few videos he had watched back on Earth – poor quality gas pressure lift type seats exploding, steel rods and splinters impaling the owner’s buttocks and drilling into his abdomen, the whole scene a bloody and gruesome mess.
Why do I always get this bad association? Could it be the negative effects of the spirit’s injuries from the previous battle? Klein looked around thoughtfully and realized that the chubby apothecary was still absent this time.
Had something happened? Or had left Berkland? Klein muttered a few words to himself, and then heard Mr. Wisdom Eye call the party to order.
For the next few hours, Klein sometimes felt that the chandelier on the ceiling would fall diagonally and hit his head, sometimes thought that the coffee table in front of Mr. Wisdom Eye would suddenly move sideways and trip over him, and sometimes suspected that the members of the party around him were full of malice and might rise up at any time.
This kept him on the edge of his seat, alert and suspicious, with little thought for the various deals that were either successful or abortive.
If the sense of danger is the occasional vibration of a cell phone that alerts you to an incoming message or call, then the current inexplicable intuition is the equivalent of a constant electric drill that makes it difficult to relax and pay attention to anything else. …… Klein tried to rub his forehead, but it touched the corner of his icy forehead. The forehead corner, but touched the cold iron mask.
At that moment, he felt that his iron mask would suddenly sink in, pressing against his face and embedding itself in his brain.
Was it really a hallucination due to the injury to his spiritual body? Klein frowned.
He originally wanted to make a request for the Thousand Faces Hunter’s brain mutant pituitary gland and blood at this party, but being in such a situation, he could only cautiously give up.
–Although the party organized by the “Eye of Wisdom” old man was not of a high level, and most likely would not involve such a high-level monster as the Thousand Faces Hunter, Klein believed that many of the members here had participated in other parties, and might be able to access the corresponding information and clues.
In his anxiety, Klein finished attending this gathering as a bystander.
He had just taken off his robes, removed his mask, and left that room, when the previous inexplicable intuition that everyone and everything was out to persecute him disappeared all of a sudden, and the weirdness vanished!
This …… Klein s pupils shrunk slightly, confirming that the phenomenon just now did not originate from the injury of the spirit body, otherwise there was no way he could be in two states inside and outside.
He suspected that in the living room where the party was held, there was an invisible, senseless, abnormally scary people and things existed, and then stimulated the “soothsayer” inspired intuition and “clown” dangerous premonition of his own, but due to the other side of the suppression or special features, this kind of stimulation is too rich in association with the “soothsayer” inspiration intuition and “clown” dangerous premonition, but due to the other side of the suppression or special features. However, due to the suppression or special features of the other party, this stimulus appeared in the form of too rich an association and did not alert him.
Who could it be? This is too terrible, just the presence itself, let me have a little similar to the reaction of the precursor of the loss of control …… Klein did not move away from the house of the “wise eye” of the old gentleman, and walked toward the nearest street.
Suddenly, he had a suspicion:
This neighborhood is the “Braveheart” bar, I, Ms. Sharon and Maric killed the “ghost” Steve and other people are responsible for monitoring the surrounding area …….
Their deaths will surely make the Rose School’s high-ranking powerhouse angry, and they will look to this place, to the extraordinary people who are active in the vicinity of the Braveheart Bar ……
Was that him?
It’s a good thing I used the Biotoxin Vial and the Sun Brooch tonight and left them in the Gray Mist to prevent them from being divined …… Otherwise, the results would have been unimaginable! …… The “magician” who had just completed an impossible performance would have died right here ……
The world of the extraordinary is a dangerous place ……
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Inside the Cathedral of the Holy Winds, Cardinal Ace Snake looked at the captain of the Substitute Punisher Squad in front of him, his silver eyes asking without emotion:
”Who is Karpin?
”Why does his villa have an underground prison?”
That Substitute Punisher Squad Leader answered instantly:
”A wealthy man, rumored to be connected to multiple cases of missing girls, who is suspected of being a human trafficker and is privately involved in the slave trade.
”That underground jail cell proves the rumors.”
”Why would a human trafficker be protected by several extraordinary people? And the sequence isn’t exactly low.” Cardinal Snake pursued.
”Your Excellency, this is yet to be investigated, we tried to look for clues with extraordinary means, but they all failed.” The Substitute Punisher Squad Leader replied with some trepidation.
”I tried that as well.” Cardinal Snake did not blame him.
This high-ranking member of the Storm Church paused and said:
”Continue to pursue this matter, and also, find that Sequence 6 or Sequence 5 ghost.”
Waiting for his subordinate to leave, Cardinal Snake lifted his fountain pen and wrote down a few objects that needed to be focused on in his record book:
”Karpin, population trade, tarot card rituals, strange but not too high sequence apparitions, hidden plots.”
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Queens, inside the luxurious villa of the Earl of Hall’s family.
Audrey was waiting for the maid to cut her food when she suddenly heard her father, Earl Hall, who was used to reading the newspaper at breakfast, let out a laugh:
”Capin is dead.”
”Who was he?” Audrey’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth to ask.
In truth, she wasn’t at all curious about who Capin was, purely just cooperating with her father who clearly had a desire to communicate.
It was both a daughter’s specialty and a “mind reader’s” instinct.
”A rich man who may have been a trafficker in private, he was on good terms with some people, heh ……” Earl Hall laughed softly, “He was killed last night, there were obvious signs of a trial at the scene, and all the newspapers are calling the murderer as a chivalrous thief, the chivalrous ‘Black Emperor’, well, it was named for him after the codename of the ruler of the ancient Solomon Empire.”
Chivalrous bandit? Grand Theft “Black Emperor”? “Black Emperor”…… Audrey instantly associated it with the blasphemous card that currently belonged to Mr. Fool, the highest level item she had ever touched so far.
She was suddenly interested in the case of Karpin’s murder:
”Sounds interesting, and even though it’s not legal, I’d like to say, that’s a pretty good job by that Grand Theft Auto… Well, Dad, what about the process?”
”The police and their church counterparts haven’t revealed the exact details, and I haven’t met with them yet, this is how the newspapers describe it, the grand theft, dressed in black armor, with a dark crown and a cape of the same color behind him, he entered Capin’s villa, and stole not only all of the belongings in the safe, but also Capin’s life and the lives of his sinful henchmen, freeing the imprisoned dungeons, and he sprinkled Karpin’s body with tarot cards, the two most conspicuous of which are situated on the face, one being ‘The Judgment,’ and the other ‘The Emperor.'” Earl Hall took the paper and described it with a smile.
The Tarot …… ‘Judgment’ card and the ‘Emperor’ card …… Audrey’s eyes glazed over.