Leaning against the wall, Klein looked at the darkness across the corridor and instinctively held his breath.
What was the captain doing? What's wrong with Captain? Is he drinking blood? Is he showing signs of losing control? His mind was a mess, and he was unable to think effectively.
Ten seconds later, Klein gritted his teeth and used the Clown's control over his body to silently move to the staircase.
Then, he deliberately increased his pace and walked back, arriving at Madam Sharon's bedroom door once again.
Looking in, Klein saw the captain standing there, using layers of black cloth to wrap around Sealed Artifact 3-0271. His expression was solemn, his gray eyes deep, and his face clean.
What he saw just now seemed to be an illusion.
From the corner of his eye, Klein saw that there were no changes to Kenley's corpse. It was still the same as before.
He secretly took a deep breath and asked,
"Captain, how do I know if the servants are asleep? It doesn't seem like I can accurately judge them with my Astral Vision alone. They will have different emotional reactions due to their dreams and will appear in corresponding colors. "
Dunn Smith held the Spirit Medium's Mirror and was silent for a few seconds before saying in a hoarse voice,
"Sorry, I forgot. I made too many mistakes tonight."
"You don't have to check. I'll make sure."
He raised a hand and pressed it between his eyebrows. Then, he closed his eyes and let the invisible ripples spread to other rooms and to the first floor.
Whether he was asleep or not could be seen clearly in front of the Nightmare.
Klein looked at this scene in a daze. He slowly lowered his eyes and bit the inside of his lips.
Captain, you really just wanted to send me away …
What the hell are you doing? Do you know what you are doing?
He abruptly turned his head and looked at the window, only to see the crimson moon hanging high in the sky, as if it hadn't changed for thousands of years.
After calming down for a while, Klein used the tarot cards, revolver, and half top hat as a cover before carefully inspecting Kenley and Madam Sharon's corpses.
They maintained the appearance they had when they died. Their skin turned pale at a speed faster than that of a normal person, and there were even traces of purple.
It's a little strange. They seem to be missing something … It's not a specific thing, but a certain feeling … Klein muttered to himself. He felt the cold wind blowing through the broken window, making his hair stand on end.
At this moment, Dunn opened his eyes and said in a low voice,
"They're still asleep, but a few are close to waking up."
"That's good, that's good …" Klein looked at the captain, not knowing what to say.
Dunn looked around and said,
"Deal with the items at the scene, then go to the nearest police station and get someone to come over. Hmm, go back to Zouteland Street on the way and get Fred to help."
Klein gave the captain a deep look, gritted his teeth, and nodded.
"Yes."
With Dunn's help, he quickly cleaned up the scene and left Madam Sharon's house through the front door.
After passing through the garden and coming outside, Klein couldn't help but look back. He saw that the building was still quietly creeping in the darkness, without a single ray of light.
He turned around with a heavy heart and quickly found the nearest police station based on his impression of it. This was common knowledge that every Nighthawk had to remember.
Knock. Knock. Klein knocked on the metal door.
Not long after, the police officer on night duty carried a lantern and walked through the small courtyard. He pulled open the door and examined it curiously.
"What's the matter?"
Klein couldn't force any expression on his face. With a sullen expression, he took out his identification and showed it to the police officer.
"There's been a serious murder case at 15 Olsna Street. Get your partner to help immediately!"
The police officer raised the lantern and scrutinized his identification. Then, he closed his legs and saluted.
"Yes, Sir!"
After dealing with this matter, Klein took a rental carriage back to Zouteland Street.
Along the way, he sat in the dark carriage, his thoughts in a mess.
Kenley is dead …
I remember he was just engaged … His parents are still alive …
What was Captain doing just now …
Could it be that he was thirsting for blood …
Or does he have another motive …
His memory is still so bad, and there's no obvious improvement. This means that there aren't any signs of him losing control!
But I've known about the "acting method" for some time. Does the lack of improvement in my memory mean that there's a problem in the dark …
No! Captain must still be trying to figure out how to act as a Nightmare!
… Right, one of the main reasons for Kenley's death is Sealed Artifact 3-0271. It was given to him by Captain …
What am I thinking!? It was a necessary choice back then!
… It was also Captain's suggestion to use Sealed Artifact 3-0271 …
Calm down, calm down. I can't let my imagination run wild, and I can't wait to prevent the situation from worsening!
I'll send a letter to Madam Daly later and see if she knows what this means. Even if she doesn't know the exact answer, she'll definitely understand the danger involved and inform the Holy Cathedral in time …
This should be able to nip the problem in the bud and allow Captain to return to normal!
No, there might not be a problem with Captain. Maybe I've misunderstood something. Let's see what Madam Daly has to say …
…
When the rental carriage arrived at 36 Zouteland Street, Klein had already thought of a countermeasure and made a decision. He was no longer as flustered and helpless as before.
He followed the stairs and climbed to the entrance of the Blackthorn Security Company with heavy footsteps. He took out his keys and opened the door.
The familiar setup and setting before him made him feel a lot more at ease. It was just like how he felt every time he went to the Captain for help.
Taking a deep breath, Klein arrived at the recreation room of the Nighthawks. He saw Frye reading a book in solitude under the light of the gas lamp.
He turned his head to look at Klein. His cold and gloomy face revealed obvious concern and nervousness.
"What happened?"
"Where are Captain and Kenley?"
Klein replied in a hoarse voice, "Kenley is dead.
"Kenley is dead. He was killed by Madam Sharon. We've all made mistakes …"
"Captain is guarding the scene. He wants you to go over and help."
Before they set off, Dunn had briefed Frye on the situation. He told him that if they didn't return within two hours, he was to immediately send a telegram to the Holy Cathedral. Similarly, as they were applying for Sealed Artifact 3-0271, they had to enter Chanis Gate at night. Therefore, Royale, who was on guard duty, knew what their mission was. According to the internal rules of the Nighthawks, they had to obtain the permission of the Captain to open Chanis Gate at night. If the Captain was around, only the Captain could enter.
Frye was taken aback. He sighed softly and drew a crimson moon on his chest.
He put on his coat and hat and walked towards the door. When he brushed past Klein, he suddenly said softly, "You don't have to blame yourself.
"You don't have to blame yourself. Mistakes are unavoidable."
"We always believe in our teammates."
"Yeah …" Klein closed his eyes. His vision seemed to blur.
He and Frye first headed underground to inform Royale. Then, they locked the main door of the Blackthorn Security Company and rushed to Madam Sharon's house on Olsna Street.
By the time they moved Kenley's body and Madam Sharon's grotesque corpse that was missing half a head, it was already past midnight.
Dunn, who was wearing a black windbreaker, stood at the door of the "morgue." He looked inside silently. After a long while, he turned his head and said to Klein, "Go home first.
"You should go home first. You just went through a fierce battle. You must be very tired."
"Alright." Klein didn't decline.
He pursed his lips and glanced at the Captain. He quietly left the Blackthorn Security Company and took a rental carriage back to Daffodil Street.
Just like the last time, he easily entered his bedroom and locked the door from the inside.
Pulling out the ritual dagger, Klein created a wall of spirituality that sealed the room. He then sat in front of his desk and spread open a piece of paper.
He picked up a fountain pen and hurriedly wrote, "Dear Madam Daly,
"I've noticed that there's something wrong with the captain recently. He's been quietly …"
At this point, Klein suddenly stopped writing. His mind was blank. He didn't know how to continue or how to describe it.
Pa!
He abruptly threw away the pen, grabbed the paper in front of him, crumpled it into a ball, and slammed it on the table.
Klein closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands. He didn't move for a long time, as if he had become a statue.
After a full five minutes, he sighed, put down his right hand, and used his spirituality to ignite the waste paper. He watched it turn into ashes and fall into the trash can.
After organizing his thoughts, Klein spread out a new piece of paper and wrote:
"Dear Madam Daly,"
"We've just finished a mission and tragically lost a teammate. Here's the situation …"
"… Back then, I realized that my Spirit Vision was unable to confirm if the servants were asleep, and that it would be troublesome to divine each and every one of them, so I walked back to ask the captain. At that moment, through the reflection in the mirror, I saw the captain sprawling beside Kenley's corpse. There was dark red blood around his mouth."
"I'm not sure what happened, nor do I know what state the captain is in. I hope you can give me an answer."
…
After he finished writing, Klein read through it with a heavy heart and folded the letter.
Following that, he set up a ritual, activated his Spirit Vision, and summoned Daly's messenger. He summoned the strange face with no eyes, no nose, and only a mouth.
Looking at the red tongue filled with irregular fangs and the five thin, pale fingers at the tip of the tongue, Klein silently handed the letter over.
When everything returned to normal, he sat down again and continued writing.
This time, he wanted to ask Mr. Aztec, "… In a recent mission, something strange happened to my superior.
"… In a recent mission, something strange happened to my boss. He sent me away and half-knelt next to his teammate's corpse. His mouth was covered in dark red blood."
"In your memory, have you ever experienced something like this? How can I help my superior? "
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