Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 20 People Can’t Look at Each Other
A living person and a dozen dead bodies playing poker for half a night in a dimly lit room, such a scene makes people more and more horrified the more they think about it, their scalp tingling inch by inch.
Klein curbed the fear stemming from his instincts and looked at the twenty-eight or eighty-nine year old man in front of him, whose face was pale, whose brown eyes hid a strong malice within them, and whose whole person was permeated with a bit of insanity, and pretended to be intimidated by the other party’s aura, and took a step backward, while Kaspers left the card room and closed the door of the room.
The man asked in a low voice:
”You’re the one who wanted a bodyguard?”
”…… Yes.” Klein swallowed deliberately.
The other man’s weirdness both scared him and gave him a certain reassuring emotion.
The stronger and more powerful the bodyguard was, the safer he would naturally be!
The pale black vested man lifted his chin and said:
”Why do you need a bodyguard? How much are you willing to pay for this?”
Klein didn’t answer immediately, thinking for a few dozen seconds before saying:
”I will first tell you the specifics of the mission, after you evaluate it, give me a price, if I can pay it or have an equivalent item, then the deal will be made, if the situation is the opposite, I will have to give up and find someone else.”
The man with the malevolent gaze did not speak, nodding his head gently, signaling for Klein to tell.
Klein deliberately glanced at the walkers, treating them as normal poker players, and asked with his eyes, “Should I get those guys out of the room before answering.”
”No need.” The pale man said in a hushed voice.
Klein deliberated and described it truthfully:
”I’ve offended a big man, one who may have a country behind him.”
There was suddenly no movement in the card room, complete silence, and the man whose eyes hid malice and slight insanity stiffened in place, seeming to dissolve into a plaster statue.
After nearly a minute, he spoke slowly:
”This mission is priceless.”
”You’re out.”
Huh? Klein actually didn’t react at first, and it wasn’t until the other man turned toward the card table that he realized the deal had failed to close.
You dragged a bunch of walkers around the room to play cards, acted like you were quite the bit player and strong, and you were scared off like this? You’re obviously slightly crazy …… Klein didn’t know whether to cry or laugh added:
”That big shot isn’t so free in Berkland.”
The man in the black vest ignored him and resumed his seat as the walkers began dealing and looking at cards and throwing chips again.
Klein exhaled and exited the room, seeing Kaspars Canlinen, a half-hundred year old man with a rosy nose and hideous wounds, waiting outside.
”Didn’t make the deal.” Klein said as he spread his hands.
Kaspers didn’t show surprise and said after a few seconds of silence:
”He offered too high a price?”
”No, he found the task too difficult.” Klein didn’t make a secret.
Kaspers said with a slight movement of his eyebrows:
”Maric is the scariest of the people I know, he’s not even afraid of bullets, since he thinks the mission is difficult, I don’t think there’s any way I can contact another powerful guy for you.”
”I’m sorry to hear that.” Klein sighed.
Kaspers clenched his right fist and struck his left chest:
”May the storm be with you.”
Then I’m dead …… Klein laughed bitterly:
”Thanks.”
”You can try and ask the awesome guys elsewhere for me, I’ll pay you a fee for that, well …… I’ll do it again tomorrow night.”
After receiving an affirmative answer, he left the Bravehearts Bar slightly despondent, not even interested in playing a game of pool.
Am I being too honest? If the commission was described a bit simpler, the Marich from earlier should have agreed …… I just don’t know how much he would ask for in payment …… Hey, it’s not my style to let others help me face danger head on while being hidden… …As an extraordinary person, if you always go against your inner truth and your own principles, I’m afraid it’s not far from being out of control …… Klein half sighs, half relieved as he switches to the carriage and returns to Minsk Street.
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After washing up, Klein did not waste the charcoal and went directly into the bedroom, pulling the curtains together to isolate the room from the outside world.
On the way back he thought carefully for a while, and realized that the danger that might arise was not insurmountable.
For that unknown Mr. Ambassador, his main and most fundamental purpose is to find Ian Wright, the reason why he sent people against me is because he wants to get clues about Ian, and after positively failing to get the answer, he only considers killing psychic …… if he can let him know that I can’t actually find Ian either, and under the monitoring of the special department of the military that may exist , he’s not guilty of risking his life for a hit man ……
Of course, my appearance, my strength beyond his expectations, so that their actions were exposed, suffered a serious setback, in my place that ambassador, certainly will also think about revenge to vent their anger, but definitely not now, not the situation is tense and turbulent now …… Well, the prerequisite is that the ambassador has a brain, is not purely relying on relationships Only know the gambling grass bag …… can let him preside over such an important thing, that he should still be relatively reliable ……
That is to say, the crux of the problem is in the whereabouts of Ian Wright!
Well …… there is still a little hidden danger, that ambassador after the final failure, will deliberately reveal to the military special department that Meursault is an extraordinary person, so that they know that my strength is doubtful, and borrow their hands to retaliate against me …… This is just a smooth talking thing, there is no A little bit of difficulty, must be on guard ……
Klein analyzed his own situation clearly, and suddenly had the impulse to buy the murder of that unknown ambassador.
But thinking about the powerful Sequencers that might exist around the other party, he had another pang of frustration.
”I wonder if the messenger can accept my assignment without Mr. Aztec’s consent …… I don’t think so …… Keep a close eye on this matter and look for an opportunity to silence him? Since he sent someone to kill me, I won’t have the slightest psychological burden in killing him …… By the way, we can consider enacting this mission at the tarot meeting, and see if Ms. ‘Justice’ and Mr. ‘Inverted Hangman’ There is no way …… Maybe, can spend a lot of money to invite that Mr. A or the equivalent sequence of powerful people …… “Klein suddenly flash of light, thought of the” Tarot meeting “The Tarot Club” came to his mind.
With the idea, he settled down a lot, rummaged for paper and pen, and wrote down the divination statement:
”The whereabouts of Ian Wright.”
After confirming that there were no hidden Extraordinary Persons in the room, Klein glanced at the curtains that hid him from outside prying eyes, and leaned back against the back of his chair as he recalled Ian’s looks and attire, while silently reciting the divination statement.
He soon entered the dream world and saw in that illusory haze a dark, small, dirty room with high and low beds and floor bunks, sleeping a total of four people.
Ian was at the top of the high and low beds, curled up, pressed against the outdated satchel, asleep.
The dream broke and Klein opened his eyes to decipher the revelation:
”Accommodations like this only exist in the East End and Bakerland Bridge area, but that’s unusually large, and even with all the police in all of Bakerland out there, it’s impossible to actually finish the sweep ……”
”Ian’s being careful, he hasn’t left any things behind with me or I’d be able to find him by the Divining Staff method ……”
After a few minutes of thought, Klein picked up his pen and added a paragraph before and after each of the divination statements, turning it into a defense-like statement:
”I don’t know the whereabouts of Ian Wright, I haven’t seen him since I found Zerrill’s body.”
The sheet of paper was left like that on the desk with the pen pressed against the edge.
With that done, Klein stood up and returned to the vicinity of his sleeping bed, making a quick confirmation by way of a less obvious coin flick that no one was watching his every move.
Upon receiving a negative answer, he took four quick steps against the grain, recited a silent incantation, and entered above the gray mist.
Inside that ancient and lofty palace, Klein didn’t bother to scrutinize the situation around him and first repeated the divination he had just done.
Seeing that the negative answer remained unchanged, he stopped being so nervous and looked up to the side, noticing that the core of the newly added cluster of crimson stars was tinted with a slightly sunny golden color.
”Is this the source of that warmth I felt?” Klein spread his spirituality and carefully touched over it in response to a prayer.
The light shifted and a blurry scene quickly appeared before him.
The small girl he had tried to pull into the gray mist and a woman with slightly curly brown hair were standing in front of the “altar”, while a man wearing a white crusty mask whispered the name of the Eternal Sun, creating a warm, pure light.
Is this an exorcism? Klein nearly lost his smile.
At this time, he finally understood the reason for the previous situation, it wasn’t that someone had pierced through the gray fog and locked onto him, it was similar to “Justice” and the others chanting their honorary names and making supplications, and the gray fog would naturally and instinctively feed back to him after receiving the information, only that since it wasn’t a supplication, the illusory cascading sound turned into a stream of warmth.
”Hints, this belongs to hints, not to harm and affect ……” Klein made a clear judgment.
At the same time, he was also probably sure of one thing, that is, the gray fog above this mysterious space and “justice” Ms. them to establish contact in a way that is not absolutely bizarre, not in this world’s rules, it will still be subject to certain constraints, will be a specific way to a certain degree of influence.
Klein continued to look at the image in front of him, listening to the voices speaking, and was dismayed to realize that it had lasted longer than any other time before.
Prior to this, he was unable to actively spy on his Crimson Star counterpart’s target unless the other person made a supplication, and he was able to pick up the corresponding scene.
There was also the case that when he gave feedback, he was able to see the scene and hear the synchronized sound, but once the response was over, he could no longer access additional information.
And now, it was like he was watching a video, a reality show video that had been maintained for a long time with a full mosaic.
He witnessed the petite lady talking with a man in a golden mask in her study, heard her companion address her as Hugh, and understood that she was seeking the extraordinary material that corresponded to the “Magistrate’s” potion. ……
Until the two ladies went home, Klein regretted not being able to see their door number clearly, the “video” came to an end.
Looking at the fading sunny golden color, he nodded his head thoughtfully, vaguely understanding why this abnormality had occurred.
”That is, the power of purification helped me maintain the appropriate channel? Hugh’s 30 pounds was well spent …… I wonder when I’ll be able to maintain it on my own ……” Klein shook his head and smiled, materializing a pen and paper, intending to continue divining Ian Wright’s whereabouts on top of the gray mist.