In the captain's room of the "Blue Avenger", after receiving the "giving" ceremony, "The Hanged Man" Alger looked at the more brass charms on the altar, sat down with a complicated expression, silently. Language:

"In the beginning, you could only pull people into the world above the gray mist... After a while, you can listen to prayers and respond... Now you can accept sacrifices for gifts... Mr. Fool is getting rid of the predicament step by step. Penetrating into the real world bit by bit?"

This conjecture and conclusion made Alger both scared and worried, and a little grateful to look forward to it.

At least I am a member of the Tarot Society, the earliest member... He sighed.

Maybe... I should learn from "Tower"'s attitude towards "Fools"?

...

In the magnificent palace on the gray fog, Klein sat at the top of the ancient long table, and drove the gray fog to gather around the "clown" mask according to the method taught by Mr. Azik, and then spread the spirituality over and tried to proceed with it. communication.

After a while, Klein looked weird and took back his spirituality, thinking:

"It’s smoother than expected... Not only did it promise to stop mentally disturbing the user, but it also shortened the interval between setting changes to 20 days... and the condition is only to be able to stay in the fog every week. For a while? Maybe the judgment of the Tower is correct, this space is really the culmination of the path where the Joker mask is located."

Thinking of this, Klein suddenly became interested in this aspect, and he had the idea of ​​divining its origin and origin. So he showed a yellow-brown parchment and a black round-bellied fountain pen in front of him.

After thinking for a while, I wrote a divination sentence

"The source of the'clown mask' in my hand."

After reciting seven silently, he took the parchment paper and the clown mask, leaned back and entered the dream state.

In the gray illusory world, Klein saw a black dragon surrounded by dozens of powerful men dressed as crude as savages, and was quickly beheaded by a red-haired man in the lead. He dug away the yellow-brown tissue in his head.

The yellow-brown tissue in the hands of the red-haired man constantly changes its shape, sometimes gray and white, with wrinkles, sometimes dark brown and extremely smooth, sometimes two colors are mixed, and it outlines a "face" without facial features.

At this time, an old man dressed as a wizard dressed as a wizard put the dug out tissue and a mask painted with strange patterns that had been prepared together, and used simple but effective methods to integrate them into One.

When Klein saw this, his dream faded quickly and he woke up.

"It looks like a creation of human beings in an age of obscurity... Can this mask be kept for so long? Haha, but it's not necessarily. It seems that the indigenous tribes on the Southern Continent and some islands still maintain this kind of life."

"What is that giant dragon? It seems to be much weaker than the legendary dragon... The tissue in its head is extraordinary material? The main material of the potion? I don't know the sequence..."

...

In the detective office of Hillston District, Abner took back a lot of honest "clown masks" after he held another "giving" ceremony, and learned from Mr. Fool's description It needs to board the gray fog once a week before it will continue to be "honest".

The cost of materials for the "sacrifice" and the "giving" ceremony is more than 30 pounds. Once a week...at least 120 pounds a month. This cost is a bit high... Fortunately, Klein will be able to do it in another month. Become a "Joker", when he can push the "Summoning Gate" with his own power, there is no need to waste so much.

While thinking about it, Abner packed up the other materials for the ceremony one by one, and then lifted the spiritual wall and walked out of the room.

As soon as I left the house, I saw Kenny, the teacher's servant, approaching.

Seeing him, Abner suddenly said helplessly: "Are there any reporters here again?" Since being named a hero by the "Deserts", he has lived a life of being harassed by various tabloid reporters. As for reporters from major newspapers? Of course he is willing to accept interviews.

"Mr. Blaine, this is an invitation from your friend Mike, reporter. He invites you to participate in the dance party held at the headquarters building of the Daily Observer on Friday night." The servant Kenny respectfully handed the invitation. The letter was handed over.

He originally respected Abner only because the other party was a student of Detective Isengard, but because of Abner's fame, this respect has become real.

"Reporter Mike? His face still needs to be given...Well, the Daily Observer, as the leader in Backlund's second-grade newspaper, the standard of the prom is not low, and there should be many high-quality customers among the participants. "Abner muttered to himself after receiving the invitation, and took the matter to heart.

After the servant Kenny left, Abner came to his office, reviewing the various materials the teacher had collected before, and thinking in his heart:

"How can you tell Xiu the Fool's honorable name without revealing yourself?"

...

That night, Hugh had just concluded a robbery case. Because the suspect was not desperate, but wanted more money to buy cigarettes and alcohol, he entered the house and robbed him, so Xio convicted him of disrupting the order of his "district". He also ordered the robber to repay the victim’s family’s losses within seven days, otherwise he would be sent to the black jail of MI9.

Of course, the last sentence is just a threat, MI9 has no time to deal with these trivial matters. If the other party really refuses to execute it, it should be "physical" persuaded when the time comes.

After sending away the grateful victim's family, Hugh walked to a nearby bar. An informant she developed left a message for her, saying that she had an interesting discovery to tell her.

"Hey, Hugh...You just came here, let's have a few drinks together." Genn, who was drunk, grinned when he saw the oncoming girl.

"Drinking is not good." Xio shook his head first, then looked at the drunk in front of him, and asked sternly: "What can you do with me?"

Deterred by the majesty, Gene's smile froze, and suddenly there was only the thought of nodding. He recalled carefully with the alcohol-paralyzed brain before organizing the language and saying:

"Old Thor seemed to have a stroke yesterday. He was so confused that he was found drowned in the Tasok River this morning!"

"The thief Sanji, who was active on Diest Street, seemed to have become an idiot the day before yesterday. He only laughed and fell off the bridge and fell to his death."

“Aunt Tasso’s eight-year-old granddaughter also had a hysteria the morning before. She kept talking nonsense, and she found many doctors but failed to cure it. As a result, this afternoon, her granddaughter suddenly took advantage of her to go to work when she was not at home. Go crazy and stabbed myself to death with scissors."

...

Gene talked about seven or eight cases in one breath, all of which were tragedies or accidents that have actually occurred in the Eastern District in the past two or three days.

Xiu didn't care much at first, because there were too many similar things in the Eastern District, and she couldn't manage it. But when she heard the fourth similar case, she was sure that it was not an accident, so her expression became serious.

"These dead people... seem to be of all ages and genders..." Hugh thought for a while and then asked Gene, "Do they have anything in common? What do the police investigation results say?"

Even in the Eastern District, because so many people died for similar reasons, it is impossible for the police not to investigate.

"Police? The police only said it was an accident caused by a sudden illness." Gene sneered, then looked around, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, and then whispered to Xiu: "If you want to say something in common, there are indeed... That is, they are all believers of the Lord of the Storm! So some people have been preaching that this is a curse on the believers by the cultists in order to avenge the Lord of the Storm."

So clearly targeting the believers of the Lord of the Storm, the "punisher" should have been involved in the investigation... The police's rhetoric is likely to just perfuse the people and cover up the truth. Xio thought thoughtfully.

After giving Genn 5 Sule's information fee, it was getting late, and I didn't delay any longer, all the way back to the apartment shared with Forsi in the North District. After picking up today's letter in the mailbox at the door, I opened the door with the key.

As soon as she walked in, she saw a friend who was only wearing a dressing gown sitting on the sofa while stuffing snacks in her mouth while reading a magazine.

"Why do you look like this every time I walk in?" Xio held her forehead with her hand, looking helpless.

Speaking of which, I learned this movement with Abner during the trip.

"That must be the wrong way you opened the door! At this point, the apprentice has more say than the arbitrator." Forsi wiped the food residue from the corner of his mouth and forced sophistry.

"I can't tell you...but forget it. Although it's not a healthy habit, it's better than smoking and drinking." Xio shook his head, and then handed a large stack of emails to Fors, and said again. "It should be sent by your readers. I just checked with my ability and found no dangerous items."

"Why do you think my readers will send me dangerous goods?" Forsi murmured a little after receiving the letter.

Hugh didn't speak, so she glanced at her quietly.

Forsi looked away with some guilty conscience, and then casually said while reading the email: "By the way, I received an invitation at the Literary Salon today, inviting me to a dance party on Friday night. I can bring one. Companion attending, are you going?"

"Friday night... is the dance held by the Daily Observer?" Xio asked in a daze~lightnovelpub.net~Yes...how did you know? "Forsi was a little surprised when he heard that, Xio was not very keen on similar activities.

"Because there will be a big person participating and giving a speech at the ball, I was assigned the security work of the ball by the ‘golden mask’."

...

West End, inside the garden house on Williams Street.

Rey is holding a pot of flowers that have not yet blossomed, sitting on the bed in the bedroom only in his pajamas, with a pair of white and slender thighs exposed, and Lieutenant Bernard, who has made up his mind to never touch the witch again, can't remove his eyes.

"In other words, His Royal Highness Prince Edsack will give a speech at the ball on Friday night? Hehe, why does a big man like him participate in a ball of this size?"

"However, Lina is suspected of being protected by Prince Edsac. I don't know if she will follow this ball... Well, if that's the case, I should check it out."

"Bernard, can you get the invitation letter?"