"Does he live at 19 Hales Street?"
While retrieving the memory data, Klein keenly grasped a piece of information.
"Well, Welch's residence is in Hales Street, the Divination Club is in Hales Street, and this fabric merchant named Sirius Arippis is also in Hales Street... So it seems that it's not strange at all that Welch knew Hainas Vanescent. Even he knew her through Sirius Arippis... "
Suddenly, Klein felt that the clues had connected, and his thoughts became clear.
He had been full of doubts about why Welch knew Hainas Vanescent, because this banker's son was not someone who was fond of mysticism. For him, money was more useful than divination. But now, Klein felt that he could initially infer the process of their acquaintance:
"According to various magazines, the middle-class and wealthy classes are willing to visit neighbors of the same social level to form a social circle that is beneficial to themselves. Similarly, Welch, who is in Hales Street, and the fabric merchant Sirius Arippis have every motivation to have the opportunity to become friends..."
"It's not particularly difficult to understand that Sirius knowing Hainas Vanescent, who often visits the divination club in Hales Street, is not a strange thing. Maybe it was a chance encounter, or maybe it was a favor, that made people who frequently appear in the same area familiar with each other..."
"Hainas Vanescent wanted to sell the ancient books she had, so through Sirius' introduction, she approached the history department student Welch in Hales Street..."
"Hainas had a vision in her dream of a figure resembling the evil deity 'True Creator', and she also had the correct incantation format. All these indicate that she has delved deeply into the field of mysticism. It's not impossible that she is a member of a secret organization..."
"It's also possible that she joined the secret organization under the guidance of Sirius." ...
As thoughts swirled through his mind, Klein, even without using divination methods, almost certainly determined that the information left by the other person had considerable credibility:
"Even if he's not called Sirius Aripis, not a cloth merchant, and doesn't live at 19th Street, he definitely belongs to the Hales neighborhood or the surrounding area!"
While pondering, Klein re-examined the other person's borrowing records:
"The last time he visited the Devereux Library was last Saturday, the day before Selina's birthday, and also the day before Harnas Vanzant's death. Up to now, several days have passed, and he still hasn't returned the borrowed periodicals and magazines."
"According to the previous records, when borrowing only two periodicals, he usually came back the next day."
"Does this mean that Sirius knew about Harnas's death, was frightened, and dared not come to the Devereux Library again?"
"Well, he initially borrowed many unrelated history books and periodicals, and then gradually focused on his goal, which coincided with the ones I had borrowed..."
"This indicates that he had no one to guide him, no senior professor from the university's history department to consult, and relied entirely on his own exploration."
"What would a frightened target do? There are two options. One, if the materials are mostly complete, he will head straight for the main peak of the Horncise Mountains. Two, if the main conditions are still lacking, he will hide first, observe the situation, and wait until he confirms that Harnas's death doesn't involve himself, then he will reappear."
Thinking about this, Klein closed the borrowing records, pushed them back to the several librarians, and took out the portrait, asking them if they had seen the target. Unfortunately, there were many borrowers coming to the library every day, and the librarians had difficulty forming a clear impression of someone without obvious characteristics.
"Thank you. I'm sorry."
Klein put away his identification and badge.
He didn't plan to investigate alone, which was not only dangerous but also cumbersome. He planned to go to Zortlan Street again and hand over the following matters to the captain and teammates, and he would go home to make tomato and veal soup for his brother and sister, and use the mysterious space above the gray fog to divination the situation and whereabouts of the target.
"Officer, is there anything else?" One of the librarians sighed in relief and asked earnestly.
Klein nodded slightly.
"There's nothing else. If there are new clues, I'll come again."
He held the black silver-inlaid cane in his left hand and walked quickly towards the door.
Just then, he saw a man in a black double-breasted suit with his collar raised high enter with his head down.
In the moment they passed each other, Klein caught a glimpse of the thick and messy eyebrows and a pair of gray-blue eyes!
These were parts that the high collar couldn't hide!
Sirius? Sirius Aripis? Such a coincidence? Klein was stunned for a moment. He never expected to directly encounter the target!
What kind of luck is this!
This is too coincidental, isn't it?
He measured himself and felt the soreness in his muscles, so he pretended nothing had happened and continued walking towards the door.
Well, one should follow one's heart's will, and stability should be the top priority!
As long as Sirius hasn't left Tingen yet, this missed opportunity is insignificant!
At this moment, the man in the black double-breasted suit walked to the reception desk and handed the periodicals to one of the librarians.
"Return them." He lowered his voice and mumbled.
The librarian casually took the periodicals, glanced at them, and suddenly froze.
He subconsciously looked up at the other side and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Is there a problem?" The man with the raised collar asked sternly.
His words were like the spark that ignited the powder keg, causing the librarian to lose control instantly. He ran to the side and shouted loudly:
"Officer!"
"That criminal is here!" ... At this moment, Klein, who hadn't even had the chance to leave, could only hear the frantic echo of the word "Damn!" in his mind.
Instinctively, he inserted his right hand into his armpit and pulled out the revolver.
The man was stunned for a moment, then turned around and started running, running, running.
However, instead of heading towards the door, he fled towards the bulging window on the side, seemingly intent on smashing the glass and jumping outside.
Frantically, Klein turned around and witnessed this scene. Suddenly, his heart calmed down.
Because he realized that although he was afraid of the target, the target was even more afraid of him!
In such a hasty encounter, the other party definitely couldn't judge his strength or understand exactly what he was good at, so, the one who was already feeling guilty would definitely subconsciously avoid direct conflict and seek other escape methods!
Confident in his mind, Klein raised the revolver and snapped the trigger.
Just at that moment, the man in the black double-breasted suit rolled over suddenly, attempting to avoid the bullet.
Immediately after, he pressed his right hand, and the entire body soared into the air, crashing towards the glass of the bulging window.
Puff! Klein's first shot was a blank.
However, this was something he had anticipated. Taking advantage of Siris's difficulty in avoiding in mid-air, he once again pulled the trigger at the most convenient position for shooting, the torso.
Bang!
The silver hunting bullet pierced through the air and firmly entered Siris's back.
Clang! The glass shattered, Siris crashed out, leaving red drops of blood and translucent fragments on the window ledge.
Seeing the other party injured, Klein no longer felt scared and started running towards them, using a chair to jump onto the window ledge and leap outside.
It was behind the first floor of the Deville Library, with rows of tall trees separating a green lawn.
With a bullet in his body, Siris was running towards the side, attempting to enter the alley between the two buildings. Klein hadn't yet developed the accuracy of running, so he couldn't blindly shoot, but could only hold a stick in one hand and a gun in the other, following the figure in the black suit in a rapid and urgent pursuit.
Clucking!
He strived to shorten the distance between the two of them along the ground blood droplets.
Seeing the corner in sight and the injured Siris moving slower and slower, just as he was about to seize the opportunity, Klein suddenly felt a flutter in his heart. He felt that the person in front seemed not human but an evil wolf or a tiger, harboring terrifying danger.
This was his instinct as a diviner, this was the warning from his spirit to him!
Klein immediately slowed down, and his peripheral vision caught the blood on the ground:
Compared to before, the blood dripping from Siris now had turned black!
Just then, a fierce wind blew in, and his eyes were reflected with Siris's face.
Those thick and messy eyebrows, those gray-blue eyes, those protruding tumors, those split corners of the mouth, those white teeth.
Siris had launched a counterattack at this moment!
This made the face in Klein's eyes become increasingly clear, making him seem to be able to smell a certain foul smell!
Puff! Siris flew out seven or eight meters, clearly beyond the normal human range, but because Klein stopped chasing in time, the distance between the two was still nearly ten meters.
Less than two meters of distance, the drooping saliva-filled mouth and the extremely dense tumors formed a clear and terrifying picture, keeping Klein's mind highly tense.
Without thinking, he took advantage of the moment when Siris's pounce was off balance and raised his right hand, snapping the trigger repeatedly, letting the bullets pour towards the target's head.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
At such a close range, one after another of the silver hunting bullets pierced into Siris's head, splattering the blood and blurring his face, making him stop and lean back.
After firing all the bullets in his revolver, Klein subconsciously wanted to retreat and confirm the result.
But at this moment, the effort to stand straightened out Siris gave him a great shock, making him suddenly extend his left palm-held staff.
Puff! The hard black silver-studded cane struck Sirius's neck, leaving deep red marks.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Klein instinctively struck back at his opponent until Sirius staggered and fell to the ground.
Huh! Huh! Huh! Klein, while using the cane to brace himself against the ground and gasping for breath, fixed his gaze on the target, fearing that the opponent might suddenly come back to life.
At this moment, Sirius's head was almost like a smashed ripe watermelon, the remaining dense tumors began to fade away, and the body convulsed a few times before settling down.
Klein didn't rush to examine the corpse. Instead, he dropped the cane, took out the hunting magic bullets he carried with him, and inserted one by one into the revolver.
After doing all this, he regained his composure, endured the nausea, crouched down, and began to search for the pockets of Sirius's black double-breasted suit.