In an elegantly decorated hall with hanging chandeliers, melodious classical melody flows briskly along with the band's performance.

The handsome and elegant guest drank the remaining liquid in the goblet with a smile, put the glass in his hand back on the table, turned around and whispered to the noble woman on the Damascus pattern salon chair, and then everyone around him

The servants chased her with seemingly absent eyes, and calmly thanked the woman for her consent, and left the small banquet hall temporarily.

After politely declining the maid's offer to guide him, Arthur Watson quietly raised his hand and touched his ear, and walked slowly along the hardwood floor corridor and the brocade patterns extending from the wallpaper.

, also responded to the voice deep in the soul.

"Based on what I observed before, Meursault didn't report any abnormalities. What's wrong? Why do you suddenly ask about this?"

After waiting for less than half a minute, another voiced answer echoed in the corridor of the telepathic call.

With a relatively calm mood, Klein organized an orderly review of what happened on Minsk No. 15, and informed Alice, who was several blocks away, along with his guesses.

"A patrolman and thugs from the Zmange Party came to find you..." She turned into the branch road leading to the garden, pinched her eyebrows a few times as she walked, and suddenly smiled, "I see... Indeed, if

If this is the case, it is easy to understand why Meursault himself could not observe the abnormal situation."

"Why did it suddenly turn out like this?"

Klein, who was in a state of mental communication with her, was stunned. He was unable to "hear" the slightest trace of the operation of his thoughts from the brief pause of a few seconds, and directly received her straightforward conclusion.

"You said before that those people left after asking you questions, right? I'm just not sure if they left any means of monitoring you around." Alice leaned back against the wall and thought to herself with one hand in her pocket.

He said, "Even if I go back now and check the extraordinary means near the house, the results I get should not be far from your guess. But it doesn't matter. Someone discovered Meursault's anomaly, but they didn't dare to destroy it to let me notice...

He didn't have the courage, or he was worried about something, so he arranged a seemingly reasonable door-to-door incident in such a roundabout way to find out the 'mysterious man' who had done something to Meursault."

"You mean that the extraordinary person behind the Zimenger Party who discovered the anomaly is still not sure when and where Meursault's accident happened, so he can only adopt the elimination method and send people to investigate the situation...?" Ke

Ryan's heart trembled, and the sense of crisis suddenly surged uncontrollably.

Alice smiled lightly:

"Just imagine, if a certain extraordinary person discovers that someone he is familiar with suddenly dies unexpectedly, but the body returns to his residence normally as before, and he will also respond to the greetings of others... His first

What’s the reaction going to be?”

Klein put himself into the situation she described and replied cautiously:

"If it were me, I would definitely divine what happened to him first. Is it some kind of extraordinary ability or some magical item that caused this terrifying phenomenon? And what if someone did this for a certain purpose?

In this matter, what identity and stance will he have..."

"Okay, stop it, stop it. I understand what you mean. The first step in divination is to get close to the other party, or to get the other party's commonly used items, hair, or even blood, right? But if I say, starting from yesterday

So far in the evening, no one has taken the initiative to approach Meursault, who is locked in his room, and no suspected familiars or non-life detection objects have entered his room... Does that rule out your favorite user?

A divination method?"

"Perhaps, the sequence of potions that the extraordinary person took was the 'Peeper' path, so he trusted ritual magic or psychic methods more than divination."

Of course, by the time the dead Meursault returns to the East End, his spirit will have almost dissipated long ago, and it is impossible to ask what the result will be... And no one can say for sure that after Alice's strange spell, he will

Is there any residual spirit left?

Klein silently cursed in his heart, and suddenly remembered that he and Alice were exchanging thoughts through mind-to-heart communication at this time. Even if he only thought about it, he would send all the contents in his mind to her.

...Fortunately, I probably didn’t have much chance to think about strange things just now.

He didn't understand why he was relieved.

"Spirit... Well, to use your terminology, his remaining spirit has been incorporated into the scarecrow's body by me, so there is no need to worry about encountering ritual magic experts or psychic masters in reality, thereby leaking the truth."

Alice's voice paused for a moment, "I didn't conduct reconnaissance, and I didn't consider the reason for obtaining information through occult methods. Perhaps the other party thought that what controlled Meursault to continue his actions after death was something he knew, or even something that he knew.

What about very familiar abilities?”

Klein only thought for a moment and locked the sequence path from his knowledge base that was suspected of possessing such abilities:

"Yes, the 'Corpse Collector'... or should I say, the 'Death' path will definitely have the corresponding ability to control the movements of corpses after it reaches the mid-to-high sequence. If the extraordinary person thought of this, he would definitely target the suspect.

On the extraordinary power that can drive spirits!"

"Of course, it is also possible that what he suspected was another type of remote control ability, but only the person involved knows the real answer." Stopping her thoughts, Alice straightened up and resumed her role as "Arthur Hua."

"Well, you don't have to worry too much. They won't dare to do anything to you until they find the person who actually does it."

Moreover, until tomorrow and the day after tomorrow at the latest... they won’t have the time to pay attention to such trivial matters."

"Wait a minute, don't be so absolute! You'd better give me a reason to rest assured, otherwise I won't even be able to sleep peacefully!"

Thinking about the "Mr. Ambassador" he met while channeling Meursault, Klein felt deeply that he was already in a danger zone where he could enter the other party's sight at any time. He suddenly felt uneasy and felt like he was on the hook.

A chopping board, a fish to be slaughtered, no room to relax!

But Alice had just speculated that the other party would leave behind means to monitor him, which meant that he couldn't make any weird moves that were too eye-catching. Even before going to the gray fog space, he should confirm it with divination in advance, otherwise

In case any clues are discovered...

"Well, I can't reveal too much about the specific arrangements. If you really feel that you can't feel at ease, then... then, think of a way yourself? For example, sleep in my room at night?" the girl said in a brisk voice.

Klein, who was sitting on the sofa pretending to read the newspaper, could barely control the reaction that started to heat up on his face:

"Are you kidding? What kind of solution is this?!"

"I think this is a good way to effectively solve your lack of security." Alice replied in a very serious tone, "At least you don't have to worry about encountering a life threat near my body... Well, even if it happens.

If there is some weird gas explosion accident, it will be fine if you stay by my side. Probably."

...Which kind of good method is this? It can only be done at night...but the problem is that accidents are not limited to happening at night while sleeping. Can't I even leave the door in a dangerous situation?
Chapter completed!