Lord of Mysteries

Chapter 103 A Person Who Follows Their Heart

"Do you live at 19 Halls Street?"

While memorizing the information, Klein keenly grasped a piece of information.

"Hmm, Welch's residence is in the Halls neighborhood, the fortune-telling club is in the Halls neighborhood, and this fabric merchant named Sirius Arepis is also in the Halls neighborhood... So it's not surprising that Welch knows Hynas Vancent, and he may even have met him through Sirius Arepis..."

Suddenly, Klein felt the clues connect, and his thoughts became clear.

He had initially been puzzled as to why Welch knew Haynes Vancent, since the banker's son wasn't interested in the occult; money was more useful to him than divination. Now, Klein felt he could make some preliminary deductions about how the two met:

"According to various magazines, the middle class and the wealthy are happy to visit their neighbors of the same social standing in order to form a social circle that benefits them. Welch and Sirius, who also lived in the Halls neighborhood, had every incentive and opportunity to become friends..."

"It's not particularly hard to understand why Sirius knows Haynes Vancent, who frequents the fortune-telling club in the Halls neighborhood. Perhaps a chance encounter, or a helping hand, can make people who frequent the same area become acquainted..."

"Hainas Vancent wanted to sell his ancient books, so through Sirius's introduction, he approached Welch, a history major..."

"Hainas dreamt of an image resembling the evil god 'True Creator,' and he also possesses the correct spell format. All of this indicates that he has delved deeply into the field of mysticism, and it cannot be ruled out that he is a member of some secret organization..."

"It cannot be ruled out that he joined the secret organization under Sirius's guidance."

……

As thoughts raced through his mind, even without using divination, Klein was almost certain that the information left behind by the other party was highly credible:

"Even if his name isn't Sirius Arepius, he's not a fabric merchant, and he doesn't live at number 19, he definitely belongs to the Halls neighborhood, or the surrounding area!"

As Klein pondered, he re-examined the borrowing records:

"The last time he went to the Deville Library was last Saturday, the day before Selena's birthday dinner, which was also the day before Haynes Vancent died. Several days have passed since then, and he still hasn't returned the borrowed periodicals."

"Based on previous records, if he only borrows two journals, he usually comes back the next day."

"Does this mean that Sirius learned of Haynes' death, was so frightened that he dared not come to the Library of Deville again?"

"Well, he initially borrowed a lot of unrelated history books and periodicals, but later he gradually clarified his goals, and there was a large overlap with the ones I had borrowed..."

"This shows that he had no one to guide him, no senior associate professors in the history department of a university to consult, and he had to figure it out on his own."

"What would a startled target normally do? Two options: First, if the information is basically complete, he would head straight for the main peak of the Hornachis Mountains; second, if the main conditions are still lacking, he would hide first, observe the situation, and then reappear once he confirms that Hainas's death has nothing to do with him."

Thinking of this, Klein closed the borrowing record, pushed it back to the librarians, and took out the portrait, asking them if they had seen the target. Unfortunately, there were many borrowers every day, and the librarians had little recollection of people without any obvious features.

"Okay, thank you for your help." Klein put away his identification and badge.

He had no intention of investigating alone; it was not only dangerous but also tedious. He planned to go to Zotland Street again, hand over the rest to the captain and his teammates, and go home to make tomato oxtail soup for his brother and sister. He also planned to use the mysterious space above the gray fog to divine the target's condition and whereabouts.

"Officer, is there anything else?" an administrator asked earnestly, letting out a sigh of relief.

Klein nodded slightly and said:

"That's all. I'll come back if any new clues emerge."

He gripped his black, silver-inlaid cane in his left hand and strode towards the door.

Just then, he saw a man in a black double-breasted suit with the collar turned up high enter with his head down.

As they brushed past each other, Klein caught a glimpse of the other man's thick, unruly eyebrows and a pair of grey-blue eyes!

These are areas that a high collar cannot cover!

Sirius? Sirius Arepius? What a coincidence? Klein was stunned for a moment, not expecting to run into his target directly!

What kind of luck is this!

Isn't this just too much of a coincidence?

He assessed his own condition, felt the soreness in his muscles, and pretended nothing had happened, continuing towards the door.

Yes, one should follow one's heart and prioritize stability!

As long as Sirius hasn't left Tingen, this missed opportunity is insignificant!

At this moment, a man in a black double-breasted suit walked up to the reception desk and handed the magazine he was holding to one of the administrators.

"Return it," he said in a low, muffled voice.

The librarian casually took the journal, glanced at it, and suddenly froze.

He subconsciously looked up at the opposite side, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Is there a problem?" the man with his collar turned up high asked in a deep voice.

His words were like a spark igniting a powder keg, causing the administrator to instantly lose control. He ran to the side, shouting:

"police officer!"

"The criminal is here!"

...At this moment, before he even had a chance to leave the house, only one word echoed wildly in Klein's mind: "Fuck!"

He instinctively reached his right hand under his armpit and took out the revolver.

The man was taken aback at first, then turned around and started running.

However, instead of running towards the door, he fled towards the side bay window, as if he wanted to smash the glass and jump outside.

Klein, who was in a panic, turned around and saw this scene, and suddenly felt calm.

Because he discovered that although he was afraid of his target, his target was even more afraid of him!

"In such a hasty encounter, the other party certainly won't be able to judge my strength or figure out what I'm good at. So, being already insecure, he will definitely subconsciously avoid direct confrontation and seek other ways to escape!" With this thought in mind, Klein raised his revolver and snapped the trigger.

Just then, the man in the black double-breasted suit rolled away suddenly, trying to avoid the bullets.

Immediately afterwards, he pressed down with his right hand, and his whole body soared into the air, lunging towards the glass of the bay window.

*Thud!* Klein's first shot was a blank.

However, this was something he had anticipated. Taking advantage of Sirius's inability to dodge in mid-air, he pulled the trigger again towards the most convenient part of Sirius's torso.

Pong!

The silver demon-hunting bullet pierced the air and pierced Sirius's back.

Clang! The glass shattered, and Sirius was thrown out, leaving drops of crimson blood and glittering shards on the windowsill.

Seeing that the other party was injured, Klein was no longer afraid. He ran over, used a chair to jump onto the windowsill, and leaped outside.

That area is behind the first floor of the Deville Library, where rows of tall trees separate a lush green lawn.

Sirius, who had been shot, was running to the side, trying to enter the alley between the two buildings. Klein had not yet mastered the accuracy of shooting while running, so he dared not fire blindly. He could only hold a cane in one hand and a gun in the other, and chase after the figure in the black suit.

Ding Ding Deng!

He followed the blood droplets on the ground, trying to shorten the distance between them.

As the corner came into view and the injured Sirius slowed down, Klein, who was about to seize the opportunity, suddenly felt a tremor in his heart. He felt that the figure in front of him was not human, but a wolf or a tiger, and that it contained terrible danger.

This was his instinct as a diviner, a warning from the spirit!

Klein immediately slowed his pace, his eyes catching sight of the blood on the ground:

Compared to the beginning, Sirius's blood is now black!

Just then, a gust of wind swept over him, and Sirius's face was reflected in Klein's eyes.

Those were thick, messy eyebrows; those were gray-blue eyes; those were protruding tumors; those were split corners of the mouth; those were gleaming white teeth.

Sirius launched a counterattack at this moment!

This made the face in Klein's eyes clearer and clearer, and he seemed to be able to smell some kind of foul odor!

*Thud!* Sirius lunged seven or eight meters, clearly exceeding the range of a normal person, but thanks to Klein's timely stop in pursuit, the two were still nearly ten meters apart.

At a distance of less than two meters, the mouth dripping with sticky saliva and the extremely disgusting, dense lumps of flesh created a clear and horrifying image, putting Klein on high alert.

Without a second thought, taking advantage of the brief moment of stiffness when the opponent missed his lunge, he raised his right hand and fired a series of shots, unleashing a hail of bullets into the target's head.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

At very close range, one silver demon hunter bullet after another pierced Sirius's head, causing his blood to splatter, his face to become blurred, and his head to fall backward and become still.

After emptying his revolver in one go, Klein instinctively wanted to step back to check his kill.

But at that moment, Sirius, who was trying to stand up straight, gave him a great shock, causing him to suddenly swing the cane he was holding in his left hand.

*Snap!* The hard, black, silver-inlaid cane struck Sirius's neck, leaving a deep red mark.

clap clap clap!

Klein instinctively lashed out at Sirius until he staggered and collapsed to the ground.

Huff! Huff! Huff! Klein gasped for breath, stomping his cane on the ground, while keeping a close eye on his target, fearing that the other party might suddenly rise from the dead.

At this moment, Sirius's head was almost like a smashed ripe watermelon, the remaining dense lumps began to recede, and his body twitched a few times before returning to calm.

Klein didn't rush to examine the body. Instead, he put down his cane, took out the Demon Hunter bullets he carried with him, and loaded them into his revolver one by one.

After doing all this, he calmed himself down, suppressed his nausea, and half-squatted down to grope for the pockets of Sirius's black double-breasted suit.

(End of this chapter)