Tracing back to the source, he found a man who completely blended into the shadows and had the same aura color.
This man was very tall, nearly two meters tall, with slightly droopy corners of his mouth, and looked quite withdrawn.
His eyes were like those of a wild beast, with a fierceness that could not be concealed in his coldness.
It wasn’t that Lanreus Klein retracted his fingers, relaxed his tense body, ignored the possible gazes on the surface normally, walked to the end of the aisle without stopping, and entered the public washroom without disturbing the man.
The public restroom was not on the same side as the crime scene. He wiped off the cold sweat, and after calming down a little from the negative impact, he climbed out of the window, climbed down skillfully, and then left quickly without stopping.
He knew that in a few minutes, the man would find that someone who went to the bathroom had not returned and would be alert to chase him. Therefore, he had to get away from Dharavi Street as soon as possible.
It’s not that Klein doesn’t want to go back the same way, but he doesn’t know which room he can go to, which will also expose the problem.
“Joker” ran quickly, made a big circle, and entered the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East District. He came above the gray fog and made sure that there was no danger of being overtaken.
That guy should have a deep connection with Lanervus. Klein pondered for a moment, manifested the portrait of the man just now, and used his mind to convey it to the crimson star that symbolized Miss Justice.
Then, he said majestically and lowly:
“Here’s a clue.”
In the nearly abandoned medical school teaching building, the party had ended and Audrey, who was leaving in a circle, suddenly fell into a trance and saw the familiar thick gray fog and the blurry figure standing high in the center of the gray fog.
“Here’s a clue.”
Accompanied by Mr. Fool’s deep voice was a photo-like scene, and it was also a colorful photo.
A nearly two-meter tall man wearing a black priest’s uniform stood in the shadows. His light yellow hair was soft and slightly curly. His dark brown eyes were cold and evil, and the corners of his mouth were slightly drooped. He was as withdrawn as a vicious wolf.
Clues to the Dharavi Street explosion in the East District and Gavin’s slipping and drowning incident. This was the murderer. Audrey was startled, and then she realized something.
Mr. Fool now has a clue. He is really powerful, no, omnipotent. After sighing secretly, she turned to look at Forsi beside her.
As soon as Forsi took off his mask, took off his surgical cap, and got into the carriage, he noticed Miss Audrey’s slightly strange gaze and immediately asked in confusion:
“Is there something on my face?”
“No.” Audrey withdrew her gaze and sat down, removing her disguise.
Forsi recalled the previous gathering and asked curiously:
“Miss Audrey, why didn’t you ask for the audience’s formula so that you could establish a connection
