In the following time, Klein experienced several ups and downs that were too twists and turns.

In order to find out the truth behind the Antigonus family notes incident, he used dream divination on the gray fog to restore the latitude and longitude of the death of the "original owner".

Heinus Vincent and another male in his fifties may both be members of a secret organization. Considering that the captain saw the image of the "True Creator" in the former's dream, they

It is very likely that they are followers of this evil god...

In short, the two men jointly sold the notes to Welch, a classmate of the "original owner", which led to a series of bizarre deaths and indirectly affected him to travel through time and wake up in the body of the "original owner".

Klein's first thought was naturally to find the old man in the dream revelation.

But a coincidence happened - he ran around for nearly half a day, looking for information, and finally met this key figure in the library, and was put into a situation where he had to shoot and kill him.

Although through the channeling of ritual magic, Klein successfully obtained the formula of the "Joker" potion, the letters found from the old man also showed that he seemed to have inadvertently foiled a terrible conspiracy against the entire city of Tingen.

But even though he was tired, he always felt some indescribable feeling of suffocation.

A chance encounter at the right time, a kill at the right time, it was like a drama that was carefully arranged into a murder and silence scene, and I was once again reduced to a tool, falling into the arrangement of the mastermind behind the scenes.

Fortunately, the results of divination on the gray mist showed that the coincidences involving Alice were not guided by extraordinary factors or interfered by external forces. They were really just pure coincidences...

Klein was relieved that Miss Witch didn't have to be included in those terrible coincidences.

The ritual magic consumed a lot of him. Klein finished the follow-up processing of these matters, returned home and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was close to dinner time.

Remembering his plan to make tomato and oxtail soup today, he jumped out of bed, washed his face briefly, went downstairs into the kitchen, put on an apron and started working.

With the idea that a certain witch lady might come back for dinner, he washed and chopped the extra oxtails and tomatoes he bought at noon, poured them into the pot, then added other ingredients, covered the pot, and turned around to continue.

Cook other side dishes.

I feel like a housewife waiting for my busy husband to come home for dinner...

When he looked down and saw the apron hanging on his body, Klein complained to himself for no reason.

Unfortunately, until after eight o'clock in the evening, all the delicious food on the Moretti family's table was wiped out. Klein had to regretfully admit that all his efforts could only be regarded as ogling a blind man.

.

Obviously, Alice will still come home late tonight due to what she calls "work reasons".

...Although it was not completely useless, at least Melissa and Benson were full of praise for his skills, claiming that the Blackthorn Security Company had caused the city of Tingen to lose a chef with outstanding cooking skills.

Okay, let's be clear, Klein, you didn't cook dinner specifically for that evil witch who can't fathom her thoughts, so there's no need to feel disappointed about such a small thing.

He said this to himself, and at the same time he patted his overstuffed belly with satisfaction, relaxed and slumped back on the chair, chatting with his family, enjoying the rare peaceful time.

At this moment, he noticed that Melissa and Benson's eyes were focused on him.

"Klein, I think we need to talk." Seeing his confused look, Benson cleared his throat and said seriously.

"That's right, Klein, I think so too." While Melissa was helping, she glanced at her second brother's confused expression and couldn't help but want to sigh.

Klein's face was full of confusion:

"Of course it's okay to talk about... but what to talk about? What happened?"

After looking at each other, Benson and Melissa tacitly turned to this dull guy who had no self-awareness, and started asking questions one after another.

"Tell the truth, did you have a conflict with Miss Alice?"

"Klein, haven't you confessed the Sunday dinner to Miss Alice yet? Didn't you explain it clearly to her? You and Elizabeth just chatted for a while, and there was absolutely no other intention?"

——Wait, wait. Klein felt that he could hardly react.

There's nothing wrong with Benson's understanding... It's reasonable to think so.

But sister! Why would you say such a thing! It’s as if Alice knew what happened at the dinner party that day!

In his confusion, he heard Benson ask the same question, and then saw Melissa looking up at them indifferently.

"I told Miss Alice, can't I?"

…………

At the same time that the Moretti family was holding a family meeting here, a few blocks away on Beswick Street, the door of a private detective agency was pushed open.

A plump and fair-skinned aristocratic woman was led into the office of the firm by a detective wearing a white shirt and black vest with the support of a young attendant.

"Dear Madam, we have found all the objects nearby that match your description. Take a look to see if there is the one you are looking for... Come, please come over here." Detective Henry said, while politely indicating that we would meet.

Sofa combination in the living area.

But before he could add anything more, the woman, who was three times as wide as him, suddenly screamed in surprise, broke away from the attendant's support, and rushed towards the reception area like a steam train.

The girl who was sitting quietly on the sofa had beautiful long pale blond hair. Even when she suddenly saw the woman running and sprinting exaggeratedly, the expression on her face remained calm and calm. She still had time to reach out and touch the heads of several small animals around her.

, to calm them down.

"Oh, goddess, how come there are so many cuties!"

The rich lady forgot her reserve and elegance for a moment, her expression was filled with surprise and a strange sense of satisfaction, and her eyes seemed to be shining as she looked back and forth at the six or seven cats on the sofa.

"Jasmine, my Jasmine... each of them looks like my little Jasmine!"

Seeing this, the girl wearing glasses cooperated very well by picking up a long-haired cat that was lying on her lap and purring, and handed it to the lady with a smile.

"Dear Madam, take a look, is your Jasmine the same one? She has the brown hair you described, the hair on the soles of her feet is white, the flesh pads are pink, and her tail is short and powerful..."

"Oh, my dear, you are such a well-behaved little kitten..." The lady seemed to want to reach out to hug the yawning long-haired cat, but then suddenly backed away, "But, my Jasmine's fur doesn't

So long..."

"That's it...it's okay, madam, you can hold her. I have cleaned all the cats here and dewormed them. They are very clean. You don't have to worry about getting dirty." There is no need for the girl to say anything more.

The woman, who was delighted to see the cat, immediately took over the well-behaved long-haired cat, held it in her arms and sucked it hard.

Meow——meow——

The other cats also meowed one after another, and the entire office was suddenly filled with meows of various tones, making it very lively.

The girl picked up a naughty kitten that had climbed up her lap and tried to climb higher. She poked its head with her finger and scolded it for silence. Suddenly all the cats turned off and allowed her to hug them one by one.

Get up and show it to the lady.

When she saw the third cat, the noble lady was already a little impatient and signaled her servants to pick up the remaining cats. She held a cat on each side of her arms and said in a lofty tone with her head held high:

"Okay, now that the commission for you has been completed, I have decided to take away all the little cuties here. There shouldn't be any problems on your side, right?"

Detective Henry was struggling with how to deal with these dead cats clinging to his office assistants. Hearing the woman’s words, he naturally nodded in agreement and said with a smile:

"Of course, of course there is no problem, ma'am, you are such a caring and good lady."

After hitting it off with his client, Detective Henry happily accepted the generous reward from the lady, happily listened to the miserable howls of the cats, and was forcibly carried out of the office door as if he was reluctant to leave.

And the girl assistant who played the most important role in this commission to find the lost pet stood up gracefully, with a little helplessness on her face, and patted the cat hair on herself.

"Mr. Henry, I'm sorry, I may need to borrow the bathroom upstairs for a while... Besides, I haven't had time to clean up the cats after bathing them..."

"Go, Alice, we will get off work soon. You can use the bathroom upstairs as you like. Well, I will remember to put the key to the office door on your desk. Don't forget to lock the door before you leave.

"

Detective Henry took out his pipe with a smile and watched her walk through the employee office area separated by a partition and toward the stairwell.

When the girl passed by the desks of the other two employees, the colleagues who had been quiet before relaxed and started joking with the "firm's ace pet-seeking assistant", and she did the same.

Responded to the other party in a humorous and appropriate tone.

Soon, Alice said goodbye to the two warm and friendly detective assistants, walked slowly along the narrow wooden stairs to the third floor, entered the bathroom, locked the door, and walked straight to the mirror at the sink.

She stretched out her hand and pressed it on the surface of the mirror. After a two-second pause, the mirror changed like the surface of a lake. At this time, she directly immersed her right hand into it, and ripples appeared on the mirror surface at the same time.

Alice closed her eyes in silence. Taking advantage of the isolating nature of the world in the mirror, and using the blood and hair she had acquired as a medium, she cast spells and began to examine her hidden agenda at the bottom of the Witch Cult.

There are no changes that are too noteworthy on Mrs. Beatrice’s side, and the news and contact with the “mourning lady” are still unavailable...

Witch Triss...

After roughly reading through the other person's experiences in the past few days, Alice let out a little surprise.

This former male-to-female "assassin" is very capable. After returning to Tingen, he found information about "Claire Sibley" in just two days, and even found the piece of information about her.

In the cemetery where the real Claire was buried, the grave was dug up.

Of course, Alice has already responded to everything he can think of.

What Triss dug was an empty grave, and the original corpse inside had mysteriously disappeared, and was buried with Edward Barton, who was half a distance away in the cemetery.

However, it was obviously impossible for Triss to know the truth buried under this tomb. When she saw the empty coffin, she acted like a paranoid madman. She raised her shovel high with joy and resentment, and smashed the coffin into pieces.

Flying horizontally.

After that, she seemed to have forgotten the person "Claire", disguised herself as a helpless foreign girl, trapped and killed a certain unlucky bachelor, then moved into his house, and began to focus on the "witch"

of acting.

From the illusory vision of the spell, Alice even saw her buying various black magic materials at the Extraordinary Materials Market on the pier, and unexpectedly bumped into Klein on the way.

——But this is just an appearance.

In Alice's perception of her, the number and frequency of "Looking for Claire" that came to her mind were almost as high as the density of her thoughts about playing a witch.

But as expected, the Witch Sect doesn't care whether the "acting method" is kept secret or not. When they see a lower-level member like Triss who is worthy of training, they will take the initiative to inform them of this technique... Moreover, Triss turns out to be that person.
To be continued...