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Klein couldn't help but take a step back. For a moment, he didn't know if he was awake or if he was still dreaming.
The figure took off his black top hat, bowed slightly, and said with a deep smile,
He said with a deep smile, "Let me reintroduce myself. Nighthawk, Dunn Smith."
Nighthawk? The code name of the Church of the Evernight Goddess's Beyonder team that Justice and The Hanging Man mentioned? Klein came to a realization as he thought back to what had happened. He immediately blurted out,
He made the connection and blurted out, "You control dreams? You made me have a dream like that? "
The Nighthawk, Dunn Smith, wore his black top hat again, concealing his slightly protruding hairline. His deep gray eyes contained a hint of a smile.
His deep gray eyes contained a smile as he said, "No, I only entered your dream and provided the necessary guidance."
His voice was mellow and gentle. It didn't alarm anyone as it reverberated in the dark corridor like a sweet dream.
"In a dream, although there will be the magnification of emotions and all kinds of dark thoughts, making everything appear chaotic, absurd, and crazy, the truth still exists and is still hidden within. To an experienced person like me, everything is obvious and easy to see. Compared to the sober you, I trust the you in the dream more. "
This … How can a normal person control their dreams? If I dream of something from Earth, wouldn't I be discovered by Dunn Smith? Klein was shocked, and he was filled with lingering fear for his encounter in the dream.
But he quickly sensed something strange, because he remembered that he was very clear-headed and rational in the dream. He knew what to say and what not to say.
To put it simply, it didn't seem like a dream at all!
So, Dunn Smith only "saw" what I wanted him to see?
Klein's thoughts raced as he vaguely came to a realization.
Is this a benefit that comes with transmigration, such as the uniqueness of one's own spirit, or is it an additional effect of the luck enhancement ritual?
"So, Mr. Smith, are you sure that I've really lost my memories?" Klein asked after organizing his words.
Dunn Smith didn't answer directly. Instead, he gave him a deep look.
"You're actually not surprised by such a thing?"
"The people I met previously didn't believe in Beyonder powers even if they had just had a dream. They would rather believe that they hadn't really woken up."
Klein grunted in acknowledgment.
"Maybe it's because I'm praying for such a power to help me."
"What an interesting way of thinking … Perhaps you didn't survive just because you were lucky." Dunn nodded without a smile. "I can now confirm that you have lost part of your memory because of this incident, especially those related to the incident itself."
"Then can I go back?" Klein let out a long sigh of relief and asked tentatively.
With one hand in his pocket, Dunn slowly walked over. The dark night around him became quiet and gentle.
"No, you still have to come with me to see the 'expert'." The corners of his mouth curled up politely.
"Why?" Klein blurted out, and then quickly added, "You don't believe in your own guidance of the dream?"
What kind of joke was this? If that "expert" was skilled in hypnosis or mind-reading, then wouldn't my greatest secret be exposed?
The result would be unimaginable!
"I've always been humble, but when it comes to dreams, I still have some confidence." Dunn calmly replied, "However, it's not a bad idea to confirm the key and important things again. Besides, she's very different from me in what she's good at. Perhaps she can help you recover some of your memories."
Without waiting for Klein to speak, his voice turned deep.
"After all, you're related to the whereabouts of the Antigonus family's notebook."
"What?" Klein was stunned.
Dunn stopped in front of him and stared into his eyes with his gray eyes.
"There's no notebook left behind from the Fourth Epoch at the scene. There's nothing in the entire house. Welch is dead. Naya is dead. You're the only clue."
"… Alright." Klein fell silent for a moment before exhaling.
The notebook was gone … This was really strange!
I didn't even think about the whereabouts of the Fourth Epoch's notebook!
Dunn nodded indiscernibly. As he walked past Klein, he said, "Lock the door and come with me to Welch's residence.
"Lock the door and come with me to Welch's place now. The Expert is waiting for us there."
Taking a silent breath, Klein's heart was pounding, and he felt uneasy.
He had the intention to refuse and even wanted to escape, but he believed that with the precedent of the dream, Dunn Smith would definitely be more vigilant. And with the difference in strength between a normal person and a Beyonder, there wasn't much chance of success if he forced it.
He must still have a pistol on him … He must have practiced shooting many times …
All sorts of thoughts clashed violently in his mind. In the end, Klein chose to accept reality.
"Alright."
Sigh, I can only take it one step at a time. Perhaps the uniqueness in my dream will take effect again …
"Then let's go." Dunn's tone was unperturbed.
Klein turned around and took two steps before suddenly stopping.
"Mr. Smith, I … I want to go to the bathroom first."
I came out to go to the bathroom …
Dunn didn't stop him. Instead, he gave him a deep look.
"No problem, Klein. Trust me, in the dark of night, I am far more powerful than you can imagine."
'In the dark …' Klein silently repeated these words.
He didn't try it rashly. Instead, he took care of the swelling in his lower abdomen and washed his face with cold water to calm himself down completely.
After changing his clothes and closing the door, Klein gently followed Dunn down the stairs to the entrance of the apartment.
In this peace, Dunn Smith suddenly opened his mouth.
"At the end of the dream, why did you want to escape? What are you afraid of? "
Klein's mind raced as he thought and replied, "That's right.
"I don't remember what I did at Welch's house, and I don't remember if I directly caused his and Naya's deaths. I'm afraid that if it turns out to be me in the end, I won't dare to gamble on that. I might as well run away and start a new life in the Southern Continent."
"If it were me, I'd do the same." Dunn pushed open the door to the apartment, allowing the cool night breeze to blow away the stuffy heat inside.
He wasn't afraid that Klein would escape, so he got into the carriage first. It was the one Klein had seen in his dream. It had four wheels, a single horse, and a coachman. The side of the carriage was engraved with the police logo of "Two crossed swords, crowned."
Klein followed him in and found a thick carpet inside. It was filled with a soothing aroma.
He sat down casually and tried to find out more about the situation.
"Mr. Smith, if, and I'm saying if, the 'expert' proves that I've really forgotten that part of my memory, and there's no other evidence to prove that I'm the perpetrator and not the victim, then the matter will be over?"
"In theory, yes. We'll find the notebook through other means. As long as it still exists, we'll find it. Of course, before that, we'll have to make sure that you're not cursed, that you don't have the lingering smell of evil spirits, that you don't have any psychological problems, and that you'll be able to live a safe and healthy life in the future. "Dunn Smith revealed a slightly strange smile.
Klein keenly caught it. He didn't have time to relax.
He quickly asked, "In theory?"
"Yes, it's only in theory. In this field, it's always full of twisted, illogical, and unbelievable things. " Dunn looked into Klein's eyes and said, "Sometimes, we can't predict or control their continuation or end."
"For example?" Klein was a little afraid.
The carriage sped along the almost deserted street. Dunn took out his pipe and sniffed it.
"Just when we think it's over and everything has returned to normal, it will descend again in a terrifying and horrifying way."
"A few years ago, we dealt with a case of a cult. They organized believers to commit suicide as a living sacrifice to please the evil god. After one of the believers was chosen, his survival instincts triumphed over his stupidity, disbelief, and hallucinogens. He secretly ran to the police station to report the case."
"The matter was handed over to us to handle. It was a very small mission because the cult didn't have any Beyonders. The deity they sacrificed to was something their leader came up with. In order to amass wealth and enjoy themselves, they had lost all humanity."
"We only used two members, and with the cooperation of the police, we successfully took care of the cult. Not a single one of them escaped. As for the person who reported the case, we also confirmed that he didn't have the lingering smell of evil spirits, nor was he cursed. He didn't have any psychological problems, personality problems, or any other strange traces. "
"After that, his career developed well. He married a good wife and had a son and a daughter. All the shadows seemed to have left him. The horror and bloodshed of the past seemed to have completely dissipated."
At this point, Dunn Smith smiled.
"But in March of this year, with a good financial situation, a deep relationship with his wife, and a smart and adorable child, he died. He strangled himself to death in his office."
The crimson moonlight shone in from outside the carriage's window, shining on Dunn Smith.
At this moment, his seemingly self-deprecating smile made Klein feel indescribably horrified.
He strangled himself to death … Klein drew a silent breath, as though he could see his tragic end.
Even if he escaped the calamity, it would only be for a moment?
What could be done to resolve it completely?
How could he fight it by becoming a Beyonder?
The carriage returned to silence. Countless thoughts emerged in Klein's mind, but they all fell to the ground.
In this indescribable silence, the carriage traveled for a long time at a very fast speed.
Just as Klein made up his mind to shamelessly ask Dunn Smith for a solution, the carriage stopped.
"Mr. Smith, we've arrived at Welch's residence." The carriage driver's voice entered their ears.
"Let's go down." Dunn adjusted the black trench coat that reached his knees. "Heh, let me introduce in advance. The identity of the Expert to the public is the most famous spirit medium in Awwa County."
Klein restrained his other thoughts and asked curiously,
"What's her actual identity?"
Dunn turned his body halfway and turned his head back. His gray eyes were deep as he said,
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