Daxter Guderian, a doctor at Greenhill Medical Asylum …
Klein silently repeated Detective Henry's words. He began to think about how he could approach this doctor who was suspected of being a Spectator and a member of Psychological Alchemy.
He didn't want to take too many risks on this matter. He didn't want the Nighthawks to discover that there was something wrong with him. He didn't want to lose his current life for information and resources.
Furthermore, that gentleman was likely a Spectator. Without special training, it was almost impossible to hide one's true intentions and thoughts from him.
Should I find someone to act as a middleman and be more mysterious? No, the more people are involved, the easier it is for problems to arise … Hmm … Perhaps I can consider hiding the truth within the truth. Let the doctor see my expressions and body language, but not all of my thoughts …
As Klein listened to Detective Henry's introduction of Daxter Guderian's situation, he thought about how he could minimize the risk to the greatest extent while not affecting the achievement of his goal.
Gradually, he found inspiration from the police and spy movies he had watched.
Hmm … I can give it a try, but I have to practice it repeatedly … Klein nodded in his heart and focused all his attention back on Detective Henry's words.
"Ahem …" Henry cleared his throat and said, "We are still working on the red chimney's request. You should know that there are many similar buildings in Tingen. Of course, if you can provide us with other clues, things will be much simpler."
Klein laughed hoarsely.
"If I had other clues, I wouldn't have asked you."
To be honest, the long investigation and search had made him pessimistic about the outcome of the matter. The mastermind had obviously noticed his divination and had sufficient time to move to another hiding place.
Therefore, he could only hope to find more clues from the information of the tenants.
And that's worth seven pounds … Just thinking about it makes my heart ache … After Detective Henry finished his description, Klein picked up his cane and left.
…
Saturday morning, in the doctor's office at the Greenhill Medical Asylum.
Daxter Guderian, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and had an outstanding aura, took off his coat and hat, and hung them on the coat rack.
Just as he picked up the tin can of coffee powder, he heard knocking on the door.
"Please come in," Daxter said nonchalantly.
Then, he saw the half-closed door open and saw a young man in a black windbreaker walk in.
Daxter was puzzled by the stranger's unfamiliar face.
"Good morning, and you are?"
Klein closed the door behind him, took off his hat, pressed it against his chest, and bowed.
"Good morning, Dr. Daxter. Please forgive my sudden visit. I am Probationary Inspector Klein Moretti of the Awwa County Police Department. These are my credentials and badge."
"Inspector?" Daxter muttered as he took the badge and ID.
"Special Ops …" He slowly raised his head. His gaze was so calm that there wasn't the slightest ripple in it. It was as if he were examining something.
He had short black hair and pupils that were darker than brown. He had the temperament of a scholar and was calm and composed. For the time being, there was no sign of malice …
Daxter returned the item in his hand and pointed at the chair opposite his desk.
"Please sit down, officer. What can I do for you?"
Klein sat down and put away his cane. He slowly put away his identification and badge and revealed a smile.
"Please allow me to reintroduce myself."
"I am also a member of the Tingen Nighthawks. I specialize in dealing with matters involving Beyonders."
"Good morning, Mr. Spectator."
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Daxter's pupils shrink, and he retracted his hand as if he was about to escape.
"Officer, I don't understand what you mean." Daxter forced himself to speak, almost unable to maintain his composure. "I don't like such jokes. Perhaps I should call the guards."
Klein slowly took out his revolver from the holster under his armpit, his smile unchanged.
His smile didn't waver as he said, "Mr. Daxter, I know you can see my confidence and that I have no ill intentions. Heh heh, to be honest, I wasn't too sure at first, but your reaction gave me the answer."
Everything I said is true … Klein added in his heart.
Daxter relaxed a little. He glanced at Klein's revolver and asked curiously,
"I find it hard to understand why you would come looking for me … I don't think I exposed anything …"
Klein smiled and said, "This is just a coincidence.
"This is just a coincidence. Maybe fate arranged for us to meet."
"Actually, we met at Evil Dragon Bar's underground market, but you didn't notice me back then."
"Although you cleverly purchased the supplementary ingredients for the Sequence potion separately, it was still worth paying attention to, since I happen to know the formula."
Daxter suddenly exhaled, as if he had lost the motivation to defend himself.
"So that's how it is …"
"I thought I was careful enough. I didn't expect, didn't expect …"
After muttering a few words, he stared into Klein's eyes and said, "Officer, I know you're not here to arrest me.
"Officer, I know you're not here to arrest me. What's your real purpose?"
Klein said with a relaxed expression, "I'm different from the other Nighthawks.
I don't think that every Beyonder who doesn't belong to us is a potential criminal. That's unfair to those who yearn for order and kindness. "
Daxter changed his sitting posture and wasn't as tense as before.
"If the other Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind members were like you, then the World would be at peace."
"You know the members of the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind?" Klein pretended to be surprised. "This isn't something a person who entered the Beyonder domain by mistake should know. There must be an organization behind you."
He leaned back and said with a smile on his face, "That's right.
"Psychological Alchemy?"
As he spoke, he watched Daxter's expression turn ugly.
"I can tell that you're waiting for my answer, but I still overlooked something very normal and fell into your verbal trap …" Daxter muttered in frustration.
He began to realize that the Spectator state wasn't omnipotent. He could tell what Klein's motive was, but that didn't mean he could figure out the details.
Klein rubbed the revolver's cylinder and said, "Doctor, we have to be honest with each other.
"Doctor, we have to be honest with each other. It starts with me."
"I don't think that unsupervised Beyonders are potential criminals, but I agree with registering and monitoring every Beyonder. This is to prevent the risk of losing control and to prevent more serious and dangerous situations from happening."
"I won't disturb your normal life. I hope that we can cooperate to a certain extent."
"A certain extent?" Daxter asked as though he was thinking.
Klein chuckled.
"Yes, there is a limit."
"For example, report your condition to me regularly. As you know, many cases of losing control can be salvaged when the situation isn't that serious. The Nighthawks have accumulated sufficient experience in this aspect."
"For example, in your organization, among the Beyonders you know, if anyone is about to harm the innocent, please provide me with clues in a timely manner."
"For example, you can use something to exchange for something more useful to you. This is a benefit I'm giving you. You should know what benefit means."
"In addition, you don't have to worry anymore. You don't have to be afraid of being suddenly captured or killed by members of the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or Machinery Hivemind. You can enjoy your life in peace and happiness."
"We will give you something to prove your identity. You can use it at the last moment when there's no other way."
Daxter listened in silence. After a long while, he asked,
After a while, he asked, "You wish for me to betray my organization?"
After a while, he asked, "No, it's not betrayal." Klein said sincerely. "This is the protection of justice, morality, and kindness. You are stopping some evil, cruel, and bloody cases. Other than that, I won't ask you to betray the secrets of your organization."
Daxter thought about it carefully. He seemed to feel a little better because he had an excuse.
After a few seconds of silence, he extended his right hand.
"It's a pleasure working with you."
Klein shook Daxter's hand with the hand that wasn't holding a gun.
"It's a pleasure working with you."
He paused for a moment and chuckled.
"Doctor, you can tell me if you're a member of Psychological Alchemy now."
"Yes." Daxter nodded.
Klein, who had activated his Spirit Vision before entering the room, didn't notice any fluctuations in Daxter's emotions.
He deliberated and asked, "How did you join Psychological Alchemy?"
Daxter looked into Daxter's eyes.
"Because there was a patient in this mental asylum. When I was treating him, I realized that he could see through me completely. He was so clear-headed and rational that he didn't seem like a lunatic …"
"His name is Hood Eugen."
Klein committed this name to memory and chatted with Daxter for a while. They agreed on the secret method of sending the request and the location of the meeting.
He didn't discuss potions, formulas, or rumors with Daxter for the time being. He would bid farewell at a suitable time, put away his revolver, and leave Daxter's office.
Daxter let out a long sigh as he watched him disappear through the door. He leaned back in his chair weakly, feeling both pained and relaxed.
…
36 Zouteland Street, Blackthorn Security Company.
Dunn, who was sitting behind his desk, swept his gray eyes and asked,
"What happened?"
Klein, who was almost half an hour late, organized his words.
"Captain, I found a Beyonder. He's confirmed to be a member of the Psychological Alchemy."
"… He's a decent doctor, and he's willing to cooperate with us. I think it's best to maintain the current state of affairs. This will help us understand the latest developments in Psychological Alchemy."
After pausing for a few seconds, Klein added,
"I want to develop him into an informant for the Nighthawks, or a secret outer member."
The term "informant" came from the language of Intis, from Rosell The Great.
Dunn nodded slowly and said, "You handled it very well.
But if there's anything like this in the future, it's best that you inform me first. "
"Give me the doctor's information and the written report of your treatment process. I'll give him something to prove his identity."
"Also, don't tell Leonard and the others about this. Although they are trustworthy teammates, there are clear rules."
"You'll be in charge of contacting that doctor in the future."
Klein exhaled silently as he beamed.
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