Mystery: Paradox Path

Early in the morning, during Mr. Devil's one-day morning class, Klein instinctively completed the whole process of "getting up → walking four steps backward → checking and praying → returning to reality".

Although he had already gotten used to the noisy whispers when he ascended into the gray fog, it was still difficult to fall asleep again after experiencing that sound.

Although Klein was accustomed to this routine, he still complained in his heart, and then he began to wash and dress, and finally put the earrings worth a thousand gold pounds that were worth a thousand gold pounds in the phone. neckline.

I have to say that Mr. Devil's after-sales service is still very good. With a delicate brass card slot, this earring now looks like a delicate collar pin.

Looking at the remaining accessories in the box, Klein's mouth twitched slightly. Although it was only a few pieces of brass, with them, the earrings could be disguised as cufflinks, hairpins, pendants, buttons...etc. .

"Should I also have my ears pierced?" Klein looked at his clothes and felt that it was not safe to hang a valuable magical item on it like this.

Just as he was looking in the mirror and thinking about whether to give his ears a tick, he heard the doorbell ringing.

"Who is it?" Klein frowned slightly, but he quickly remembered that Talim seemed to have mentioned before that reporter Mike Joseph would come to him today.

Thinking of the name Joseph, Klein couldn't help but think of the gangster male protagonist in the battle trend. In order to decipher the "code" left by the predecessor of Pandre Dax, he was chasing Mr. Snow's novel serialized in the newspaper recently.

Amidst the tinkling sound, Klein threw out his thoughts and came to the door. The moment his palm touched the doorknob, the image of the visitor appeared in his mind——

The news reporter who wore a black woolen coat, a half-top hat of the same color, sparse eyebrows, and a two-way moustache.

"Good morning Mike, Talim told me."

Klein opened the door and said hello, and began to discuss the commissioned task with the detective. Although the ten pound reward made Klein very jealous, considering that he had to do that with Miss Sharon, he still chose to let Mike Come again tomorrow.

Yes, no refusal, but let him come tomorrow to see if he has time.

After all, he just spent his entire savings on sun earrings, which once again plunged his savings to a point where he might not be able to pay the rent.

Just when he picked up the newspaper and planned to take advantage of this rare leisure time to read the latest chapter of "Battle Trend" in the Tussock newspaper, he suddenly found that there was an extra note on his desk at some point.

The handwriting on the note was elegant and restrained, and the content was only a short line——

"Meet at the back door of the Brave Bar at ten o'clock tonight."

...

At ten o'clock in the evening, in the alley at the back door of the Brave Bar, Klein was wearing a long black double-breasted dress and a half-height silk top hat. The golden collar pin exuded a faint golden streamer in the dark night.

He was like a gentleman walking towards the nearest street, but just as he walked out of the alley, a carriage stopped in front of him.

Looking at Maric's malicious eyes behind the car window, Klein immediately remembered the last time he met, the man who thought Mr. Devil would provide him with protection, but the other party got out of the car halfway. The car produced an instinctive repulsion.

Of course, repelling was repelling, Klein still did his best. He pressed the top hat on top of his head, held a firm palm, and calmly boarded the carriage, as if the carriage had been stopped by him.

He sat down like a gentleman preparing for a banquet, and before he could speak, he heard Maric, dressed like a bartender in a white shirt, black vest, and leggings, speak:

"Such attire is not suitable for combat."

Klein was not surprised by Maric's suspicion. He just smiled relaxedly and said:

"My extraordinary abilities are different from yours,

The fighting style is also different, such clothing does not cause any negative effects, and it even suits me well, for example, it has a lot of pockets..."

Klein introduced his "combat uniform", but suddenly saw a figure wearing a long black court dress slowly sketched out by the window.

Miss Sharon looked at Klein and said faintly:

"You explain too much, it's not natural enough."

"Probably because I'm a little nervous?" Klein laughed dryly, covering up his embarrassment that he was gradually entering a performance state, and then changed the subject...

...

The three discussed the details of the plan all the way, and soon came to the ambush site. Sharon and Maric went to attract the target's attention, while Klein began to ambush various traps according to his own plan.

Not long after, the three figures moved at an extremely fast speed, one in front, one behind, one behind. If it weren't for the hideous and twisted look on Maric's face, the three of them would even give the illusion of a certain kind of competition.

Maric's speed had already surpassed the steam train at this time, and with a swish, he had come to the entrance of the open space.

But this speed is obviously not enough to get rid of the pursuer behind him, but as the running continues, the man with dagger-like claws at the back has been dropped for a certain distance.

"Beep-"

A shrill and ear-piercing whistle blew out in Maric's mouth, and every sentence of a living corpse suddenly emerged from the ground, frantically pounced on the "living corpse" of the indulgent faction chasing him, but this was far from enough to stop a man who indulged his desires. A real Sequence Six corpse.

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Under the short stalemate of the three, Maric quickly fell into the disadvantage, and after the werewolf's obviously provocative words, Sharon also appeared.

However, Sharon's appearance was clearly expected by the other party. Before the possessed corpse Jason strangled the werewolf Tyre, a preset protoss shackle was broken, and the crimson moonlight instantly appeared in the night sky. diffused in.

Sharon popped out of Jason's body and slumped on the ground in an aesthetically pleasing posture. The dust and mud stained her delicate and intricate long court dress, adding a bit of blasphemy to her unearthly beauty. of stimulation.

In accordance with the rule that the villain died of too much talk, the werewolf Tyre mocked the two of them wantonly while playing with the crimson moon crown. Jason, who was also under the influence of the full moon, completely lost his humanity and rushed towards Sharon.

Klein suppressed the thought of jumping out immediately, and watched the movements of the two sides nervously. As Sharon took off her gloves, a bronze door was slowly opening.

Seeing that Sharon took out his trump card, and the resentful soul is the map, Klein no longer hesitated when he saw the final target appear. However, just after he inspired the explosives buried everywhere, he summoned the sun substitute. At that moment, an extremely terrifying pressure suddenly came to her heart, and at the same time, a voice with indescribable terror penetrated into everyone's ears——

"Is that all your cards? Sharon."