Mystery: Death Singer

Above the gray fog, Klein severed the connection, watching as the figures of "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" shattered and disappeared one after another.

He rubbed his temples, trying to imagine a "smaller" version of himself, but found that the created image was extremely dull and clumsy, and even with the cover of gray mist, it was obvious that something was wrong.

After trying again and finding that he couldn't improve these shortcomings no matter what, Klein sighed and gave up the idea of ​​creating a new account.

He recalled Miss Justice's earlier words and curiously cast his gaze upon the illusory, crimson stars around him.

After a moment of silence, Klein began to try "reading without replying," hoping to obtain more information from those crimson stars, but he found that he could not obtain any information at all without first establishing a connection.

Just as Klein was about to leave the gray fog, he accidentally touched a nearby illusory star and was immediately drawn to the faint "pleading" sound emanating from it...

A few minutes later, Klein withdrew his spiritual focus from the crimson star, no longer gazing or listening, and silently added the tall boy who was praying in anguish to his shortlist of candidates.

Just then, Klein suddenly felt a spark of inspiration. He turned his head and looked at another illusory star in the opposite direction.

After a brief silence, Klein once again allowed his spirituality to spread, touching the deep red mass.

A blurry and distorted image suddenly appeared before his eyes, in which he vaguely saw a young man with black hair and medium build sitting in a chair, carefully wiping an ancient gold coin in his hand.

Klein frowned slightly, realizing that the young man in the picture gave him a familiar feeling, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

After waiting for a while and finding that the young man was only wiping the gold coin and not doing anything else, Klein took the initiative to withdraw his spiritual power and disconnect.

The blurry and distorted scene before his eyes vanished instantly. Klein didn't rush to leave the gray fog. He was really curious about the young man's origins and wanted to try to divine where the sense of familiarity he felt from the other man came from.

"The source of that feeling of familiarity."

"The source of that feeling of familiarity."

After repeating this seven times, Klein closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and quickly entered a meditative state.

Everything began to blur, and Klein became half-conscious and half-dazed.

Klein was surprised to find himself back in his apartment on Iron Cross Street, dressed in a suit, carrying a silver-inlaid cane, and slowly climbing the stairs.

Just then, a figure dressed in ordinary work clothes suddenly appeared in front of him. He had black hair, brown eyes, and a medium build. The two did not exchange words, but simply nodded to each other.

This was the day I had just become a clerical worker at Blackthorn Security Company, and the man was my new neighbor, Edric!

hiss!

Klein opened his eyes and instantly woke up from the dream.

"Edric is indeed special, just as I guessed when I saw him in the underground market." Klein frowned slightly, hesitating whether to make contact with the neighbor he had only met briefly.

For Klein, "Miss Justice" and "Mr. Hanged Man" were just online friends. Even if they were accidentally exposed, it wouldn't affect him in the real world. But Edric was different. This neighbor had a good relationship with Benson. If he dragged the other party into the Gray Fog, he would have to bear the risk of his identity being exposed, as well as all the consequences that would follow.

After careful consideration, Klein decided not to send Edricla above the gray fog for the time being. He would use the Crimson Star to observe him frequently and conduct basic "tests".

Once it's confirmed that Edric isn't the kind of extraordinary person who acts recklessly, then bring him into the Tarot Club.

"If Benson and Edric weren't so familiar with each other, and if they hadn't been able to use this neighbor to access the extraordinary world, I would have pretended I didn't see anything today."

Huff... Klein let out a breath and leaned back in the magnificent Gray Mist Temple.

He enveloped himself in spirituality, simulating the feeling of falling.

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In an apartment on Iron Cross Street in the West District.

Edric finally stopped wiping and looked around the room with suspicion.

He felt that someone had been watching him, but he couldn't find where the person was. Even with the help of the small beetle to search a wide area, it was to no avail.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a master in such a small city as Tingen. Next time, I'll tell Boss Azik about this information and see if we can get a couple of bodyguards."

Edric wiggled his fingers, which had become stiff from repeatedly performing the same action, completely unaware that he had inadvertently entered the sight of the evil god and even fallen into the other party's wicked plan.

After calming down, Edric picked up the Tingen Candor newspaper from the other side of the table and immediately felt much lighter.

"...Mrs. Sharon, the widow of the old Baron of the Hoy family, is suspected of being involved in the old Baron's unfortunate death...The police received a tip and launched an operation under cover of night..."

"...Mrs. Sharon refused to surrender and attempted to resist, but was ultimately shot dead on the spot by the brave police officers..."

Edric didn't know whether it was the whistleblower letter he sent that had the effect, or whether Mr. Azik had taken advantage of the night to have a heart-to-heart talk with Mrs. Sharon.

All he knew was that the matter of Hoy Cemetery ended there, and he no longer had to worry about being confronted for digging up the old baron's body.

Edric put down his newspaper, glanced out the window, and saw that the weather was perfect; the sun was hidden behind the clouds, making it the ideal time to go out and run errands.

He immediately changed into clothes he would never normally wear, made some disguises on his face, and then pushed open the door and went out.

Edric had recently used up a lot of materials due to replenishing his extraordinary bullets and making essential oils. He originally planned to wait until evening, after the sun had set, before going out to the underground trading market at the Dragon Bar to resupply.

But since the weather was so cooperative, Edric naturally wouldn't wait around like an idiot. If he went to replenish his supplies now, he could also have some free time to go outside and play the role of a "gravedigger" at night. Why not?

Thinking of this, a hint of regret appeared on Edric's face. Lady Sharon was a powerful extraordinary being, and she had just passed away. It was a pity that it wasn't his turn to "dig her grave," otherwise the "Gravedigger" potion in his body would have received a considerable digestive feedback.

Just then, Edric had a sudden inspiration. He realized that there might be hope in the matter. If Mrs. Sharon could be buried successfully, he would have the opportunity to loosen the soil for her and, incidentally, play the role of a "gravedigger".

Now, we can only hope that the official extraordinary individuals will not use Mrs. Sharon's body for research, but instead send it to the grave to await a destined person to excavate it.