Klein unfolded the letter in anticipation and nervousness and read Aztec's reply.
"… The scene you described made me think of some possibilities. I thought of vampires and mutants."
"Before dragons and giants retired from the stage of history, natural vampires were already close to extinction. They were only occasionally discovered after that. The vampires that we usually discuss, the vampires in folklore, are closer to Beyonders. I remember that there's a pathway that has a Sequence potion called Vampire."
"If your superior is already in a half-crazy state, then it's very likely that he mistakenly consumed this potion. With potions from two different pathways mixed together, half-crazy is an inevitable outcome. Yes, I vaguely remember that the Evernight pathway, which is also the Sleepless pathway you mentioned, can be interchanged with the Death pathway and the Giant pathway at High Sequences, but this doesn't include the Vampire pathway."
"Of course, we can't rule out the possibility of your superior consciously accepting it. After all, Vampires have a long lifespan, excellent physique, and excellent appearance. Compared to these benefits, a half-crazy state isn't unacceptable."
Klein was taken aback. He never expected Mr. Aztec to provide such useful information.
The Death pathway refers to the Corpse Collector pathway. It can be interchanged with the Sleepless pathway at high Sequences. This is a secret I learned from Rosell's diary, but I didn't expect it to be interchanged with the Giant pathway at Sequence 4 and beyond … The Giant pathway is the one controlled by the City of Silver, which is now the God of Combat pathway … I've always suspected that the Giant King, Aurmir, is the ancient God of Combat …
Yes, Rosell The Great's diary described the Church of the Evernight Goddess and the Church of the God of Combat as incompatible as fire and water … Could it be because their Sequences can be interchanged at high Sequences?
Based on this guess, the hatred between the three oldest Churches — the Church of the Lord of Storms, the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, and the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom — can be explained to a certain extent. This is because the Sailor, Bard, and Reader pathways they respectively control can be interchanged at high Sequences!
Yes, in the Pale Era at the end of the last Epoch, the main culprits behind Death's fall were probably the Evernight Goddess and the God of Combat …
The captain's usual state was very normal. Other than having a bad memory, he didn't show any signs of madness. He could rule out the possibility that he had consumed the Vampire potion!
Mr. Aztec has recalled many things recently … Could it be that Creeping Hunger really stimulated him?
Klein nodded slightly and continued reading.
"'Alien' is not the name of a race but a description of many similar creatures. They are no different from human beings under normal circumstances, but they have instinctive, twisted, and repressed desires in their hearts. As long as they are stimulated by certain scenes or certain objects, they will burst out and turn into monsters. They will satisfy their desires of bloodthirst and killing."
"When everything calms down, they will return to normal, and every time they explode, they will become colder and more merciless. In the end, their minds will be completely twisted."
"The most common example that I can recall is werewolves. They are usually equivalent to humans and can't be identified with most Beyonder powers. But during the full moon, the twisted desires in their hearts will intensify, and their bodies will also undergo certain changes."
"Your superior might be a hidden Mutant. The death of his teammates triggered his nature."
"The above are all my personal guesses. As my memories are incomplete, I can't guarantee that there aren't any other possibilities. Perhaps the precursor to losing control that you guessed can also be explained."
"And regardless of whether he consumed the Vampire potion or is a Mutant, there's no way to save him. Of course, some people have guessed that Mutants were originally normal humans, but they were cursed or corrupted by evil gods and devils. That's why they would turn into different monsters under certain circumstances."
"In addition, I'm not sure if a precursor can be treated. I suggest that you report it directly to your superior's superior. I hope it's not too late."
Putting down the letter, Klein looked at the desk with a heavy expression and thought for a long time.
He had to admit that the possibility of a Mutant existed, but he couldn't eliminate the possibility of it being a precursor to losing control.
I can only wait for Ma 'am Daly's feedback … I sent the letter last night, so she should've received it yesterday morning. If she replied in time, I would've seen it last night or this morning … It's almost noon … That little messenger doesn't dare to approach Chanis Gate? Or is Ma 'am Daly held up by something else? Klein shook his head. He still felt exhausted, so he relied on Cogitation to force himself to sleep again.
In the hazy World, he suddenly woke up and realized that he was dreaming.
Then, he saw Dunn Smith appear in front of him in a thin black trench coat.
According to the normal reaction of a dream, Klein slowly called out a summon.
"Good morning … Captain …"
Dunn nodded slightly.
"Leonard discovered a clue while investigating the Lanevus case. He needs your help."
"The Mystery Pryer sent by the Holy Cathedral will only arrive tomorrow morning due to a malfunction on the steam locomotive."
"Alright …" Klein replied in a fleeting tone.
Dunn thought for a moment before adding, "You don't have to return to Zouteland Street.
"You don't have to return to Zouteland Street. Go directly to 62 Howes Street. Leonard will wait for you there."
"Thank you for your hard work."
Just as he said that, Klein's dream shattered inch by inch as he subconsciously opened his eyes.
Howes Street … Isn't this the street where the Divination Club, my classmate Welch, and the Aurora Order member are? So many things have happened recently. One thing after another, as if something is brewing … Klein slowly got up in thought. He first went to the bathroom to clean himself up before changing into a white shirt, a brown vest, and a thin black trench coat. He picked up his half top hat and went downstairs to the living room.
It wasn't even eleven yet. Baansen and Melissa hadn't returned yet. Klein told Bella that he didn't need to worry about his lunch.
Following that, he took a public carriage to Howes Street and saw the Midnight Poet, Leonard Mitchell, with his messy hair, standing in front of Unit 62.
In September, when the weather turned cold, Leonard was still wearing a thin white shirt and a pair of beige trousers. His green eyes swept the area and said, "That's right.
His green eyes scanned the area and said, "This might very well be a house rented by Lanevus under an alias."
"How did you find out?" Klein asked curiously.
Leonard pointed to his head.
"Since you've received clues from Hood Eugen and suspect that Lanevus might be related to that member of the Aurora Order, hmm, the cloth merchant Siris Arpis, I can only change my line of thought since my normal investigations didn't yield any results. I'll start searching through the Aurora Order."
"Previous reports showed that Sirius had dealings with many residents of Howes Street. I checked them one by one and found some problems."
"What's the problem?" Klein nodded slightly.
Leonard raised his eyebrows. "It's a very obvious problem. The tenant rarely appears here. After Hanass Vincent died, he claimed that he was going to the Southern Continent to do business and never returned. His information is very authentic, and the police didn't find anything."
"That can only be considered a coincidence," Klein said with a frown.
"Of course, it's just a coincidence. But when I asked the surrounding residents about Lanevus's photo, an old man felt that he looked similar to the tenant of Unit 62, except for the glasses." Leonard took out a black and white photo from his pocket.
Why didn't you say so earlier … Klein lampooned and followed Leonard into Unit 62 of Howes Street. According to his request, he began to divine if there was a hidden compartment or secret chamber.
And the result was that there was!
"A hidden compartment or secret chamber in this house."
Klein wrote down a new divination statement and sat on the sofa. He closed his eyes as he recited it.
After repeating it seven times, he entered a dream. His vision was hazy.
In the hazy World, Klein saw an oak bookshelf and rows of books. He saw one of the books being taken away, and the wooden surface beside it suddenly opened, revealing a hidden compartment.
The scene quickly disappeared. Klein opened his eyes and said to Leonard, "Don't worry.
"In the study."
He wrapped the topaz pendant around himself and followed Leonard into the study. He saw the oak bookshelf that he had dreamed of.
"Take out that book. There's a hidden compartment in the place it's covering." Klein pointed to the book that was closest to the side.
"Oh, it's here … I searched the entire house and found nothing. I had no choice but to return to Zouteland Street to ask for help," Leonard mumbled as he walked over and took out the book that Klein had pointed to.
He fumbled around for a while and finally found the mechanism. He opened the hidden compartment.
There was a letter quietly placed in the hidden compartment.
Letter? Lanevus hid a letter here? Klein was very surprised.
He had divined if there were any dangerous items hidden in the letter. After receiving a negative answer, Leonard reached out to grab the letter and tore open the unaddressed envelope.
Pulling out the letter, Leonard shook it and unfolded it.
Klein leaned over and focused. He saw the first few paragraphs of the letter:
"Hahaha, congratulations. Congratulations on finally finding this letter!"
"This means that you're not too stupid or too slow. You're qualified to participate in this game of life and death that I've designed."
"Child laborers who die prematurely, factory workers who rarely live more than ten years due to the environment and hard work, and female workers who risk serious illnesses for a meager salary. I see that every factory is shrouded in endless resentment, causing the surroundings to become oppressive and dark. This is the worst of times, and also the best of times. Our game will begin under such a backdrop."
"Idiots, get ready. I'm about to give you a hint!"
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