The exhausted Klein removed the sealed wall of spirituality, allowing the cool night breeze to blow on his face with the smell of grass and trees. The breeze woke him up a little.
He caressed the warm and classic Sealed Artifact 3-0782 in his palm and sighed inwardly.
Who would have thought that this emblem would contain a drop of God's blood … The experts of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun must have searched for it before, but to no avail …
Stretching his neck, Klein didn't dare to try anything else. He wore the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem on the inside of his windbreaker.
He followed the chain and took out a silver vine-patterned pocket watch. He snapped it open and glanced at it. There was still more than an hour before Corpse Collector Frye's shift.
I need two matches to support my eyelids … This is the side effect of courting death! Klein had no choice but to take out a small metal bottle from a small hidden pocket, remove the stopper, and bring it to his nose.
The pungent smell of peppermint and disinfectant quickly entered his nose, causing goosebumps to surface. He felt energized and instantly forgot about his sleepiness.
This was a formula he had learned from Corpse Collector Frye. It was called Quelaag's Oil. It could help a person resist the stench of decay, and it also had the effect of refreshing the mind.
For the next hour or so, Klein was tormented. From time to time, he would stand up and stroll around. There were a few times when he was bitten by mosquitoes in the forest and sucked his blood.
Finally, he saw Frye, who had a high nose, thin lips, black hair, and blue eyes, walk out of the town in a windbreaker with a cane in hand.
Although Frye still looked cold and gloomy like a zombie, Klein felt like he had seen his savior. He covered his mouth and yawned until his eyes were brimming with tears. He went forward and removed Sealed Artifact 3-0782 from the inside of his clothes.
"What happened?" Frye looked at his teammate's pale face and took the initiative to ask.
Klein sighed.
"I was on duty at Chanis Gate last night, and I didn't sleep well this morning, so I'm very sleepy now."
He didn't dwell on this matter and changed the topic. "I'll be on rotation after four hours?"
"Seven hours. Captain doesn't need to sleep in the middle of the night." Frye took the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem.
Cultivation makes people happy … Klein silently slandered the captain. He bade farewell to Frye and walked towards the town.
On the way to the hotel, he took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.
"Eh, it's almost ten minutes earlier than the agreed time …"
"What a warm person …" Klein smiled and sped up. He returned to the hotel and pushed open the half-closed door. Under the scrutinizing gaze of the boss, he walked up to the second floor and entered his room.
After locking the door, he took off his jacket and shoes. He didn't wash himself, but directly fell onto the bed.
In less than ten seconds, his breathing became heavy, then long and steady.
In his dream, Klein returned to Earth. In front of him was a game that he had yet to complete. On his left was iced cola and spicy chicken wings, while on his right was bitter bamboo shoot soup and rice.
He had never eaten bitter bamboo shoots, but he liked to use them as ingredients to cook soup with meat slices. The soup was refreshing and appetizing, and it had a slightly seductive aroma. It was perfect for making rice.
With a good dipping sauce, he could eat an extra bowl of rice than usual!
Just as Klein was about to enjoy his supper and play the game, the scene in his dream changed. It once again presented the interior of 2 Daffodil Street.
Klein suddenly realized that he was in a dream.
He saw himself sitting at the side of the dining table, holding a copy of the Tingen Daily News. In front of him was tomato oxtail soup, pan-fried lamb chops, mashed potatoes, and oatmeal bread.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the door. He suddenly saw a figure standing outside the oriel window of the living room, quietly staring at the figure inside the house!
Klein jumped in fright. He immediately recognized the figure as the gray-eyed Dunn. Half his face was pressed against the window as he silently looked at the person inside.
… Captain, can you not scare me in my dreams? Is this how you act as a Nightmare? Klein thought, amused and annoyed. He took out a spoon, scooped up a piece of beef, and put it into his mouth.
Yes, it's my handiwork! He sighed inwardly. He understood why he had suddenly woken up from his dream and why the scene on Earth had instantly disappeared.
When someone invaded his dream, he would naturally be alerted!
At that moment, Dunn left the oriel window and directly pushed open the Moretti house's door. Draped in a black trench coat, he quietly walked to the opposite side of Klein.
He took off his hat, nodded slightly, and sat down. Without standing on ceremony, he picked up his knife, fork, and spoon. He quickly finished the tomato oxtail soup, pan-fried lamb chops, mashed potatoes, and oatmeal bread.
Klein watched in a daze, unsure of what his Captain was trying to do.
Phew. Dunn exhaled in satisfaction and gave Klein a thumbs up. He then took out his pipe and matchsticks and took a puff, intoxicated.
After exhaling the smoke, he stood up, took his hat, and gave an old-fashioned but steady bow. He then strode out of the Moretti house and left the dream.
"…" Klein stared at his Captain's back, unable to snap back to his senses for a long time.
He lowered his head to look at the empty plate, subconsciously trying to recreate the food from before.
But this time, be it the tomato oxtail soup, pan-fried lamb chops, or mashed potatoes, none of them continued to appear in his dream.
It was completely 'devoured'? Is this the power of a Nightmare? " The corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he thought helplessly, So, Captain's goal is to prevent me from having supper in my dream? This is really a nightmare … This Nightmare's acting is really creative …
He let out a laugh, exited the dream, and went back to sleep.
At half-past five the next morning, Klein, who had to wake up early, had his coffee, toast, and bacon. He then rushed out of town to replace Dunn.
At seven o 'clock, they promptly set off for Tingen.
They arrived at 36 Zouteland Street before ten o 'clock. After the energetic Dunn placed Sealed Artifact 3-0782 back into Chanis Gate, Frye sat in front of the typewriter. Before the clerks arrived, he personally wrote yesterday's mission report and the corresponding reimbursement request.
Klein watched from the side for a while and was satisfied to see that all the materials he had used were included in the list, including the ones he had used to repel mosquitoes and insects.
He didn't go home immediately, as he had already arranged to meet Dr. Daxter of the mental asylum at one o 'clock in the afternoon at a predetermined location.
There's still the Tarot Gathering at three o 'clock … Why does a boss of a secret organization like me have to live such a tiring life? Klein muttered to himself. He laid in the Nighthawks' break room for two hours to catch up on his sleep.
He wasn't worried about forgetting the knowledge and matters he had obtained last night. He could use divination to recall them. What he was afraid of was that he would ignore the existence of the knowledge and matters, losing even the thought of divining them. Therefore, before he slept, he went through all the details in his mind to deepen his impression of them.
This was also the reason why Klein insisted on writing weekly summaries to sort out the various situations.
After lunch, he took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. He put on his hat and left the Blackthorn Security Company. He went to the Shooting Club at 3 Zouteland Street.
He pushed open the door and entered the reception hall. Klein didn't go straight to the shooting range that belonged to the Nighthawks. Instead, he found a seat in the hall and sat down. He held his black cane and waited patiently.
The place he had arranged to meet Daxter was at the Shooting Club on Zouteland Street!
They had agreed to meet by letter. When Klein needed to meet, he would write a letter to Dr. Daxter Guderian as the patient's family member, asking about a special illness called "dissociative identity disorder." In the letter, Klein would use various methods to mention the word "Spectator". He would use the hidden ink dots to confirm his identity, and the time the letter mentioned would be the time of the meeting.
As for the location of the meeting, it had already been decided during their first meeting. If Klein felt that it was time to change the location, he would inform him during the meeting.
When Daxter Guderian wanted to meet but wasn't in a rush, he could send the letter to the Hound Tavern or the Shooting Club. The recipient would be "Mr. Hornacis," and Klein would pick it up at a fixed time.
If there was an emergency, he had to pass the letter directly to the owner of the Hound Tavern, Wright. He also had to mention that he was "looking for mercenaries." That way, as a peripheral member of the Nighthawks, Wright would immediately send the letter to the Blackthorn Security Company.
After waiting for a while, two minutes before one, Klein saw the rather gentlemanly Daxter walk into the hall of the Shooting Club.
He wore a black silk top hat and a fitted tuxedo. He held a cane inlaid with silver in his hand and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
Daxter looked around inconspicuously and saw Klein, who was nodding slightly. He retracted his gaze and walked to the front desk. He skillfully applied for the shooting range and rented a gun.
He had already been here once.
"Small Shooting Range 7, three soli per hour. Revolver rental fee is one soli and six pence per hour, including six rounds of bullets …" The receptionist quickly settled the matter.
After Daxter confirmed that the time was one hour and paid the ten soli fee, he received the revolver and extra bullets. He was then led to the corresponding shooting range by the receptionist.
Klein waited for another five minutes before slowly getting up. He held his cane, walked to the outside of Small Shooting Range 7, and knocked on the door.
With a creak, the door opened slightly. Daxter cautiously peeked his head out to look around before stepping aside.
Klein immediately entered and locked the door.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Daxter." As he spoke, he took out a ten soli note and handed it to Daxter. "We won't let a peripheral member bear the cost of the meeting."
That's because I can claim it … he added silently.
Daxter didn't reject it and accepted the cash.
He then asked in a deep voice, "Officer Moretti, why did you want to meet me?"
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