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"You disgusting little bitch!!"

Backlund, the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family.

After listening to Mr. Fool's instructions, Audrey immediately asked Susie to go out and guard the room. She also cast an expulsion spell on the room, and then arranged the candles and incense related to the ceremony, and prayed devoutly to Mr. Fool:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

...

The world in the book, a snowy town.

There was no progress in Fors's communication with Jessica - to be more precise, she was just talking to herself from beginning to end. She was feeling very depressed, and then Klein pulled her aside and told her his plan.

"Suicide?! Are you serious?"

Klein nodded seriously: "I want to give it a try."

"But your inference may not be correct." Fors was craving for a cigarette again. "If the words on the back of your hand were really a hint for you, why did you go through so much trouble?"

"If it was too explicit, maybe we wouldn't be able to see it now."

"But...if I were the big boss, I wouldn't care whether the clues you left were direct or indirect. I would either erase them all, or... replace them with fake ones! I like to see others despair after being full of hope!"

Feeling that Klein's gaze had turned strange, she quickly said, "I, I am speaking from the boss's perspective."

"I've thought about this, I can only gamble... maybe this is a 'game' she's playing with me. Besides, even if I'm wrong, I'll just lose part of my memory again..w·o*d+e?s+cw?..c\o\m."

As he spoke, he looked at the woman under the holy light, who was reading a book seriously with her head down. At this moment, she looked like a truly devout priest, with calm eyes and a gentle expression.

Fors shook his head and said, "No! Based on the fact that you lost your memory of coming to the church, you may lose all related memories again, including our experiences over the past few days."

Klein said seriously, "I...actually, I never like gambling. I like to play it safe and I hope to have the outcome in my own hands. But, I have to take a risk this time."

"If I fail, if I lose all my memories again, then... I'll be in trouble with you."

"…"

Fors was silent for a while, then suddenly took out her last cigarette with trembling fingers, her voice also trembling, "If...if this is really her revenge against me, I can't imagine how strong the hatred will be. Everyone here is implicated by me...This pressure makes me feel a little breathless."

"Don't think too much. No one should feel guilty for the evil done by others out of hatred towards them. You are also a victim, aren't you?"

Klein patted her shoulder and said, "Everything will pass!"

"The sun is out!" At this time, several people lying on the window shouted loudly.

A red sun broke through the darkness and appeared on the horizon.

It's dawn.

"Okay, it's time for me to act!"

Klein patted the dust off his silk hat and said, "Don't worry, I'm not acting alone."

He put on his hat, turned and went into the bathroom.

After closing the door, he walked four steps backwards in the spiritual wall and arrived above the magnificent gray fog.

Klein sat upright on the bronze chair and pointed his finger at the four red illusory stars in the gray mist:

"Everyone, I need you to keep praying to me for the next few hours until I tell you to stop."

After making sure all members had received it, he dispersed his spirituality and returned to reality, pointing the revolver to his temple.

Phoenix, hiding in the dark, was a little confused: Edward asked it to come in and help watch, and to help if Klein and Fors were in danger, but he didn't tell it what to do if they committed suicide?

"As usual, let's do some divination first."

Klein took out a coin and flicked it gently.

The coin flipped lightly in the air and fell.

He stared at the coin calmly, but did not reach out to take it:

"never mind!"

Bang!

Gunshot.

It hurts so much!

I seem to regret it.

I...

Everything returns to darkness.

Klein felt like he was sinking into the deep sea. The air around him was like pressurized water squeezing him from all sides. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move, and couldn't even open his eyes.

Soon, he was struck by a strong feeling of falling, and he felt that his soul seemed unable to keep up with the fall of his body, and was slowly separating from his body and drifting away.

The scenes in my mind quickly became blurred:

who I am?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Why am I doing this?

He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to think about it anymore. He just wanted to sleep... a complete sleep...

"Fools who do not belong to this era;"

Who is...

Are you calling me?

"Fools who do not belong to this era;"

This is the voice of Miss Death.

"You are the mysterious master above the gray fog;"

This is Miss Justice's voice.

"You are the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

This is the voice of Mr. Hanged Man.

"Your faithful servant begs your gaze...

This is the sound of the sun,

But I'm really sleepy.

It seemed like he kept sleeping.

It's noisy.

It's noisy.

Stop talking, stop...

"Fools who do not belong to this era;"

"You are the mysterious master above the gray fog;"

"You are the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

"Your faithful servant begs your gaze..."

Prayers and whispers, some pious and some serious, echoed in his ears over and over again.

Until one moment,

Swish.

Klein opened his eyes.

Chapter 335: The Highlights of Salted Fish Writers

The strong sunlight made Klein subconsciously cover his eyes.

After more than ten seconds, he adjusted to the light and found himself standing at the door of a dilapidated church. There were several residents around him who were like puppets and were walking into the church with stiff movements.

This is...

The church that exists during the day!

Inside the church, there was a sticky liquid like a spider web everywhere, and huge tentacles were wriggling. The source of the tentacles was a huge monster several meters tall, with a human-like upper body, a lizard-like lower body, and covered with scales.

However, despite its huge size, Klein clearly felt that its strength was far inferior to that of Lanevus.

The residents who walked in numbly walked up to the monster and were swallowed by its big mouth that opened in the lower half of its body. After chewing, the blood turned into scarlet blood all over the ground, which was then absorbed by the wriggling tentacles and transported into the book held by the monster.

The whole process looks bloody and terrifying, but it also gives people a sense of vitality and weirdness.

It is both the destination of death and the source of new life.

Klein picked up the revolver and pointed it at the monster in the church: "I found you!"

Bang!

As the first bullet was fired, a bright red blood flower bloomed on the head of the upper human figure.

But the monster seemed to have no feelings at all. It glanced at him with its cold golden vertical pupils and continued to write on the book with its feather pen.

It doesn't care, and Klein doesn't care even more. Who doesn't like to fight standing monsters?

He fired all the bullets in the magazine in one breath, aiming at its heart, tentacles, lower body mouth, and the connecting position between the upper and lower parts, and continued to use air bullets in between.

Half of the bullets were bounced off by the scales, half remained in its body, and the air bullets lifted up the hard scales when they hit the same position continuously.

Klein swung out the reel, ejected the brass-colored shells, and then stuffed the silver demon-hunting bullets into it one by one.

Snap!

Close the reel, slide your thumb along the way, and pull the trigger again with your index finger.

"Bang!"

The monster's head spurted blood again, but this time it let out a sharp roar.