Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 68 Clues

　　On the western outskirts of the Northern District, inside a three-story house that was about to be abandoned.

　　This place used to belong to the Beckland Medical School, but the main body of the latter had already moved to a better and more suitable place, leaving only a small number of teaching staff and students who had not graduated successfully to “guard” the local area.

　　Audrey was clad in a white lab coat, her face covered with a mask of the same color, and her moist blonde hair tucked up into a cold surgical cap.

　　Her eyes turned to look at the similarly dressed Forsyth Wall, always felt that the other side has a special temperament, seems to be more suitable for such attire than their own.

　　Er …… is the kind of temperament that can pick up a scalpel and cut open a patient’s stomach at any time …… Audrey didn’t say anything, and lagged behind by half a step to follow Folth’s side into the classroom in front of her.

　　When she got the information from Foerth, she was shocked because Mr. “Fool” said that it was a simple task.

　　Considering that it might be simple only in relation to Mr. Fool himself, Audrey took the opportunity of being alone in disguise to chant the name of her honor, whisper a prayer, and report what had happened in its entirety.

　　So far, however, she had received no answer.

　　Passing through the door and entering the room, Audrey instinctively looked around and realized that this was no ordinary classroom, but there were four skeleton specimens and four coffins made of glass, and inside the coffins were filled with antiseptic, soaking four bodies with pale skin color and naked bodies.

　　At the top of the classroom, there was also a transparent glass column, also filled with liquid, floating a male body wearing a black bachelor’s degree.

　　This body’s clothing tightly attached to the body, giving a person an extremely heavy and heavy feeling, he did not fall down, just like that upright floating in the center.

　　Like drowning in it alive, not putting it in after death …… Audrey made a preliminary judgment with the attitude of a spectator.

　　In addition, she saw the room around the various long tables sparsely seated several white coats and white masks surgical caps dress up people, they all do not say a word, with the surrounding corpses and white bones.

　　Looking out at the scarlet moon that finally peeked through the corner of the scarlet moon and the dim and gloomy night, Audrey then looked back at the scene inside the classroom, and for a moment couldn’t help but feel a little shiver of fear, which came from instinct here.

　　But all the same, she felt excited and thrilled.

　　This is the life that an extraordinary person should have …… Audrey muttered silently and followed Voorhees to find a corner seat.

　　After waiting for a while longer, the floating male corpse in the black bachelor’s uniform inside the vertical glass column at the very front of the classroom suddenly opened his eyes and let his voice come out through the heavy barrier:

　　”Begin.”

　　……

　　East End, Dharavi Street.

　　Dressed in a dust-stained gray-blue worker’s uniform and a ducktail hat, Klein walks down the dimly lit street with only so many of the gas streetlights still functioning.

　　A little candlelight fell from the various apartments on either side, and this, interwoven with the scarlet moonlight that struggled to penetrate the clouds, barely outlined the pedestrians on the road.

　　Klein met a passerby whose clothes were old and tattered, and whose expression was numb with despair; they were vagabonds driven away by the police.

　　They had no place to sleep and could only walk aimlessly on the streets, occasionally catching a chance to find an unobtrusive corner or a park bench to rest for a while, but would soon be blown away again.

　　In the cold, deep night, Klein thought they looked more like walkers than he’d ever seen, and the entire East End looked more like the Abyss than the mythical Abyss, in myth and legend.

　　He inhaled sharply, resulting in an irritated throat and stifling a couple coughs, and busied himself with collecting his thoughts, watching out of the corner of his eye for the apartment down the street, the one with the obvious blast wounds that hadn’t yet been repaired.

　　”The best and most concealed place to monitor the crime scene is that other apartment directly across the street, the third and fourth floors and the roof all fit the bill ……,” Klein analyzed the situation with the knowledge he had learned from his time in the Nightwatchman Squad.

　　He didn’t slow down during the whole process, lest he be suspected.

　　Coming to the end of the street, Klein smoothly crossed over the apartment with door number 1 and entered the building opposite its crime scene.

　　Similar places were not unfamiliar to him; the one-bedroom apartment he had rented on the East Side was located in a similar apartment, and when he had been in Tingen City before, he, his brother Benson, and his sister Melissa, had lived in apartments of only so much higher class for a long time – both Klein’s personal experience and from fragments of the original owner’s memories.

　　Between thoughts, Klein pulled down his duck-tongued cap, buried his head, and stepped on the creaking stairs not quickly or slowly, all the way to the third floor.

　　Due to the unlucky encounter in the evening, he now had no revolver, and could only thrust one hand into his coat pocket, holding a few tarot cards between his fingers.

　　There is no light, only some moonlight in the third floor hallway, Klein did not rush forward, carefully observed the layout.

　　Directly opposite the crime scene is the left side, the best view of the surveillance should be the third room counting past here …… Klein began to walk forward carefully and slowly.

　　After walking through two rooms, he also inserted his right hand into his pocket and flicked open the iron cigarette case.

　　After a few moments, his fingers touched the “all-black eye”, immediately ringing in his ears, tearing the spirit of the brain to burst the murmur.

　　At the same time, with the help of this contaminated object, Klein saw a black strange thin line.

　　These thin lines floating in the void, although there is a certain amount of interlacing and a little entanglement, but traceable look, can still distinguish who each belongs to.

　　Corresponding figures were reflected within Klein’s soon to be cooked brain, men, women and children sleeping on high and low beds, several tenants lying on the floor.

　　Beyond that, there was nothing special and no hidden figures.

　　Klein retracted his hand so as not to touch the “all-black eye”, and the hallucinations in front of him and the hallucinations in his ears slowly got better.

　　He endured the pain and continued to move forward, a little relief, and immediately observed the other room.

　　Unfortunately, he “searched” the entire apartment building, easy to observe the scene of the crime on the opposite side of the room, but did not have a little bit of luck.

　　Hoo, hoo …… Klein shrunk to the corner of the balcony, hands propped up on his knees, panting violently.

　　The corners of his eyes kept tearing up, and snot leaped out from time to time, as if he had a sudden attack.

　　This was the consequence of frequent exposure to the “all-black eye” within a short period of time, and even with his resistance in this area, Klein could not completely immunize himself.

　　The only thing that satisfied him was that it was only a stimulus, not a contamination, otherwise he would have given up long ago and would not dare to try it again, which would directly lead to insanity.

　　After resting for a while, Klein finally calmed his reaction and switched to an apartment with a view not as good as here, but still no luck.

　　Am I reading this wrong? Is the clue at the scene of the crime? Klein went back to the street and looked out of the corner of his eye at the apartment that showed signs of an explosion.

　　Taking a chance, he inserted his hand into his pocket again, topping it off and poking inside the steel cigarette case.

　　He was going to check to see if there was anyone hiding where he entered the apartment where the crime scene was located.

　　There was a buzzing sound, and Klein’s head instantly felt like it had been smashed, and his body staggered a little.

　　As if he were a drunk, he stumbled forward and looked over at the apartment that had the remnants of the explosion.

　　Because of the distance, he could not “see” the black threads clearly, nor could he trace them back to where they belonged, but he could only barely distinguish where the threads were clustered, and such places indicated that someone was there.

　　No, no, no …… Klein quickly swept through, rough judgment.

　　Suddenly, he found that the crime scene located on the third floor had black thin lines floating out and blending into midair!

　　This …… Klein s pupils shrunk, made a confirmation, and then quickly withdrew his hand, no longer touching that all black eye.

　　There was actually someone inside the room that was blown up!

　　That murderer was crazy enough to wait for the spotters at the scene?

　　Wasn’t he afraid that there were official Extraordinaires looking into this case in passing?

　　I made a mistake in judgment just now and never found him because I have a completely different logic from the madman ……

　　As one thought flew through his mind, Klein slowly exhaled and pretended to be fine as he circled around to the entrance of that apartment building.

　　By this time, all of his adverse reactions had subsided as well.

　　Controlling his facial expression and body language, Klein arrived on the third floor as if he were going home, with a slight heaviness stemming from exhaustion in his quick steps.

　　In the dimly lit corridor, he caught sight of the room with no door and most of the walls collapsed, and then “carelessly” walked towards the public washroom.

　　As he approached the room, his hand, which had been in his pocket, touched the “all-black eye”.

　　Again with the splitting murmurings, again with the shifting and blurring visions, Klein saw out of the corner of his eye a thin, black, illusory line spreading out from the scene of the crime.

　　Tracing it back, he spotted a man who blended thoroughly into the shadows, with an aura of the same color.

　　The man was very tall, close to two meters, with the corners of his mouth drooping slightly, appearing rather withdrawn.

　　His eyes were like beasts, and in his indifference was a ferocity that could not be concealed.

　　Not Langelus …… Klein retracted his fingers, relaxed his tense body, superficially normal to ignore the possible stares, and without stopping to walk to the end of the aisle, entered the public washroom, without disturbing the man.

　　The public washroom was not on the same side as the scene of the crime, so he wiped the cold sweat off his face, and after calming his negative affects a little, he rolled right out of the window, skillfully climbed down, and then left at a quick pace without stopping.

　　He knew that in a few minutes, the man would realize that someone who had gone to the washroom had not returned and would be alerted to give chase, so it was important to get away from Dharavi Street as soon as possible.

　　It wasn’t that Klein didn’t want to go back the way he came, but he didn’t know which room he could go to, and that would be just as revealing.

　　The “Joker” ran fast, circled around in a big circle, entered the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East End, and came above the gray fog to make sure there was no danger of being caught up.

　　That guy should have a deep connection with Lanlus …… Klein pondered for a moment, manifested the portrait of the man just now, and transmitted it to the crimson star symbolizing Ms. Justice with his mind.

　　Immediately afterward, he said in a majestic and low voice:

　　”This is a clue.”