As Aztec muttered to himself, he subconsciously glanced at Quentin Cohen, as if he was looking for hints and inspiration.
Cohen, with his sunken eyes and dark blue pupils, shook his head without hesitation.
"I have no recollection of it."
"… Okay, maybe it's just the same root." Aztec put down his left hand and laughed at himself.
Klein was slightly disappointed with the result, but he couldn't help but add,
"Tutor, Mr. Aztec, you know that I'm very interested in exploring and restoring the history of the Fourth Epoch. If you remember anything or obtain other information, can you write to me?"
"No problem." Because of today's events, the silver-haired Senior Associate Professor Cohen was very satisfied with Klein.
Aztec nodded in agreement.
"Your address is still the same as before?"
"For the time being, but we will be moving soon. I will write to you when the time comes," Klein replied respectfully.
Senior Associate Professor Cohen waved his black cane.
"Indeed, we should move to a better environment."
At this moment, Klein glanced at the newspaper in Aztec's hand and deliberated.
"Professor, Mr. Aztec, what did the newspaper say about Welch and Naya? I only knew a little about it from the police officer in charge of the investigation. "
Just as Azik was about to answer, Cohen, who didn't have many wrinkles, suddenly took out a pocket watch from the gold chain on his tuxedo.
Patter!
He opened it and pointed his cane forward.
"The meeting is about to begin. Aztec, we cannot delay any longer. Give the papers to Moretti."
"Alright." Aztec passed the newspaper to Klein. "We have to go upstairs. Remember to write the letter. Our address is still the same. It's still the Khoy University's History Department office. Haha."
Laughing, he turned around and left the room with Cohen.
Klein took off his hat and watched the two gentlemen leave. Then, he bade farewell to the owner of the office, Havin Stone. He walked along the corridor and slowly exited the door of the gray three-story building.
In the sunlight he lifted his cane, unfolded the paper, and read at the top: --
Tingen Morning Post.
There are quite a number of newspapers and magazines in Tingen … Morning Post, Evening Post, Honest Paper, Baekeland Daily, Tussock Times, Family Magazine, Story Review … Klein casually recalled and came up with seven or eight names. Of course, some of them weren't local. They were "distributed" based on the steam locomotive.
With the development of industrial papermaking and printing, the price of a newspaper had been reduced to one penny, and the number of people it covered was also increasing.
Klein did not read the other content carefully. He quickly found the news section, which was about the burglary and murder case.
"… According to the police department, Mr. Welch's house was in a terrible state, and all the gold, jewelry, banknotes, and anything valuable that could be easily taken away were gone. Even copper pennies were gone. We have reason to believe that this is a group of cruel and vicious criminals. They will not hesitate to kill innocent people who saw their faces, such as Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya."
"This is a violation of the kingdom's laws! This was a provocation to public safety! No one wishes to encounter such a thing! Of course, the good news is that the police department has already locked onto the murderer and arrested the main culprit. We will give a follow-up report as soon as possible. "
"Reporter, John Browning."
It's been handled and covered up … Klein walked along the boulevard and nodded indiscernibly.
He casually flipped through the newspaper and read other news and serialized stories as he strolled.
Suddenly, the hair on his back stood on end, as though there were needles pricking him.
Someone is watching me? Sizing me up? Spying on me?
Thoughts arose in Klein's mind as he vaguely came to a realization.
Back on Earth, he had once felt an invisible gaze and eventually discovered the source of the gaze. However, there had never been a time when his reaction was as clear as it was now. The "conclusion" was clear!
The same thing happened in the original Klein's memory fragments!
Did I transmigrate, or did that strange luck enhancement ritual strengthen my sixth sense?
Klein resisted the urge to look for the person watching him. Learning from the novels, movies, and television dramas he had read, he slowly stopped in his tracks, put away the newspaper, and looked at the Khoy River.
Following that, he turned his head bit by bit as he looked at the scenery around him. Then, he turned around naturally and took in his surroundings.
Apart from the trees, the lawn, and the students passing by in the distance, there was no one there.
However, Klein was certain that someone was watching him!
This …
Klein's heart raced as his blood flowed with an intense thump.
He unfurled the newspaper and covered half his face, afraid that someone would notice that something was wrong with his expression.
At the same time, he gripped his cane tightly and prepared to draw his gun.
One step, two steps, three steps. Klein walked forward slowly, just like before.
The feeling of being spied on and sizing him up was still there, but there was no sudden outbreak of danger.
His body stiffened as he walked down the boulevard and arrived at the waiting area for the public carriage. Fortunately, there was one coming.
"Iron … Zot … No, Champagne Street." Klein repeatedly denied his thoughts.
He had originally planned on heading home directly, but he was afraid that he would attract the unknown spy to his apartment. Following that, he wanted to go to Zouteland Street to seek help from the Nighthawks or colleagues, but he was worried that the spy would alert the enemy and expose himself. Therefore, he could only choose a random location.
"Six pence," the toll collector answered with familiarity.
Klein didn't bring any gold pounds with him today. He placed them in his usual hiding place and only took two soli notes. He had spent the same amount of money previously, so he happened to be left with one soli and six pence. Hence, he took out all the coins and gave them to the toll collector.
After boarding the carriage, he found a seat and sat down. As the door closed, Klein felt that the uneasiness of being watched had finally disappeared!
He slowly exhaled and felt his limbs tremble slightly.
What should I do?
What should I do next?
Klein looked out the carriage window and tried his best to think of a solution.
Without knowing the spy's motive, I'll first treat it as malicious!
Ideas surfaced one after another, but they were all rejected by Klein. Having never experienced something like this before, it took him a few minutes to come up with an idea.
I have to inform the Nighthawks. Only they can truly resolve the problem!
But I can't just go there directly. That will expose me. Perhaps this is the spy's motive …
Following this train of thought, Klein roughly formulated one plan after another, and his ideas gradually became clear.
Phew!
He exhaled and regained his basic calmness. He seriously looked at the scenery that was quickly passing by outside the window.
Nothing happened until the carriage arrived at Champagne Street. However, when Klein pushed the door open and alighted, he immediately felt the uneasiness of being watched again!
He pretended not to notice anything. He took the newspaper and cane and slowly walked in the direction of Zouteland Street.
However, he didn't enter that street. Instead, he circled to the back of Red Moon Street. There was a beautiful white square and a cathedral with a steepled roof!
Saint Selena Cathedral!
The headquarters of the Church of the Evernight Goddess in Tingen!
As a believer, it wasn't strange to participate in Mass and pray on a day of rest.
The cathedral had an obvious Earth-like Gothic style. It was completely black in color, and the façade was a tall, mottled bell tower. It was located in the middle of a huge buttress between the red and blue latticed windows, piercing into the clouds.
Klein walked into the cathedral and walked along the aisle to the prayer hall. Along the way, the narrow high windows that were inlaid with blue and red patterns shone through. The blue was so blue that it was almost black, and the red was like the moon. It made the surroundings abnormally dark.
The feeling of being watched disappeared again. Klein's expression remained the same without any joy. He walked step by step to the open prayer hall.
There were no high windows here, so the deep darkness became the main character. However, behind the arched altar, on the wall facing the door, there were more than ten fist-sized holes that led outside. They allowed the pure and brilliant rays of the Sun to shine in and condense into light.
It was like a traveler in the dark suddenly raising his head and seeing the starry sky. He saw the resplendent stars that were so majestic, so pure, and so sacred.
Even though he had always believed that gods could be studied and understood, Klein couldn't help but lower his head.
Amidst the bishop's low and gentle sermon, he quietly walked along the aisle that separated the seats on the left and right. He found a place that was empty and close to the aisle, and slowly sat down.
After leaning his cane against the back of the chair in front of him, Klein took off his top hat and placed it on his thigh along with the newspaper. He then clasped his hands together and pressed them against his drooping forehead.
He did the whole process slowly and orderly, as if he was really here to pray.
Klein closed his eyes and quietly listened to the bishop's voice in the darkness.
"They were naked, without food or clothes, and had no cover in the cold.
"They were drenched by the rain, and because there was nowhere to hide, they hugged the rock.
"They were mothers whose children were taken away. They were orphans who had lost hope. They were poor people who were forced to leave the path of righteousness.
"The night did not abandon them. It blessed them."
… (Note 1)
As the echoes overlapped and entered his ears, Klein's vision turned black as if his soul had been cleansed.
He calmly experienced this until the bishop finished his sermon and ended the Mass.
The bishop opened the door to the confessional. Ladies and gentlemen lined up one by one.
Klein opened his eyes, put on his top hat, picked up his cane and newspaper, and got up to line up in an orderly manner.
After more than twenty minutes, it was finally his turn.
He stepped in and closed the door behind him. Klein's vision turned dark again.
"Child, what do you want to say?" The bishop's voice came from behind the wooden partition.
Klein took out the "Special Operations Division Seventh Team" badge from his pocket and handed it to the bishop through the gap.
"Someone is following me. I want to find Dunn Smith." As if tainted by the darkness, his tone became gentle.
The bishop took the badge and said after a few seconds of silence, "Turn right at the entrance of the confessional.
At the end, there's a secret door beside it. Someone will lead the way after you enter. "
As he spoke, he pulled a rope in the room, allowing a priest to hear the ringing of a bell.
Klein took back the badge, took off his top hat, pressed it to his chest, and bowed slightly. Then, he turned around, pushed the door open, and walked out.
After confirming that the feeling of being watched did not appear again, he put on his black half top hat again. Without any expression on his face, he picked up his cane and turned to the right, all the way to the side of the arched altar.
On the wall facing the altar, he found the secret door, opened it silently, and flashed in.
The secret door closed silently. A middle-aged man in a black priest's robe appeared in Klein's sight under the illumination of the gas lamp.
"What is it?" the middle-aged priest asked curtly.
Klein showed his badge and repeated what he had said to the bishop.
The middle-aged priest did not ask any further. He turned around and walked forward in silence.
Klein nodded, stroked his top hat, held his black cane, and quietly followed behind the man.
Roshan had said that Saint Selena Cathedral was on the left of the intersection to Chanis Gate.
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