In fact, I don't know if the notebook was destroyed or hidden … But I can deduce that if it wanted to be destroyed, it could have done so on the spot. There was no need for me to take it away … Hearing Leonard's question, Klein instantly activated his Keyboard Detective mode.
He pondered and said, "Perhaps the unknown existence that Welch, Naya, and I came into contact with enjoyed the sacrifice of life, and wished for something similar to happen. Therefore, knowing that the suicide incident would definitely be discovered, it asked me to take the notebook away and hide it in preparation for a second 'enjoyment.' But I don't know what went wrong in the process, but I didn't succeed in the end."
This was a reasonable guess that Klein had based on the information, novels, movies, and television dramas he had read in his previous life that involved evil sacrifices.
As for what went wrong in the process, he knew very well that it had to do with him, a transmigrator, as a variable.
"Not a bad explanation, but I think there might be another possibility. Welch's and Naya's suicide sacrifice made it possible for the unknown existence to descend. That notebook carried or nurtured evil. It asked you to take it away and hide it because it was afraid that we would discover it and destroy it before it was' born. '" Leonard Mitchell elaborated on another possibility.
Having said that, he stared into Klein's eyes and smiled.
"Of course, the notebook might have been destroyed in order to cover up its contents, to hide the true object that carried or nurtured evil. That way, your suicide attempt would have a sufficient explanation."
What do you mean? Is he suspecting me? Suspecting that the original Klein's body carried or nurtured evil? No, he carried or nurtured a transmigrator … Nurture is a good word … Klein was taken aback as he lampooned inwardly.
He deliberated and said, "I won't defend myself. After all, I've really forgotten that part of my memory. But both Captain and Madam Daly have confirmed that I'm fine. Your joke isn't funny."
"I'm just investigating a possibility. I can't rule out the possibility that the unknown existence suffered a blow when it descended, causing you to fail to commit suicide. We have to believe that the Goddess will always protect us." Leonard smiled and changed the topic. "What did you discover this afternoon?"
After the conversation just now and what happened before, Klein was very wary of Leonard, but he replied without batting an eyelid, "Leonard, I'm not afraid.
"No, I have to change my route tomorrow afternoon."
He pointed at the partition.
"I have to go to the armory to get bullets."
The Shooting Club would be open until nine o 'clock at night. After all, many of its members would only be free after work.
"May the Goddess bless you." Leonard smiled and drew a circle in front of his chest that symbolized the crimson moon.
Watching Klein pass through the partition and listening to his footsteps as he walked down the stairs, the smile on Leonard's face gradually disappeared. His green eyes were filled with doubt.
He muttered something in a disgruntled tone.
…
After going down the stairs, Klein walked along the corridor that was quietly illuminated by the gas lamp and turned towards the weapons, materials, and documents warehouse.
The iron door here was wide open, and the brown-haired girl, Roshan, was standing in front of a long table, talking to a middle-aged man with a thick black beard and a half top hat.
"Good afternoon, no, good evening. It's always like midnight here. Klein, I heard from Old Neil that you've become a Beyonder? What's his name, Seer? "Rozanne turned her head and asked quickly.
She did not hide her curiosity and concern.
Klein nodded with a smile.
"Good afternoon, Miss Roshan. Although it's always dark here, it feels peaceful. Your description wasn't accurate enough. It should be said that the name of the Sequence potion I consumed was Seer. "
"You still chose to become a Beyonder …" Roshan sighed and fell silent.
Klein looked at the middle-aged man beside him and asked politely,
"This is?"
Another member of the Nighthawks, or one of the two clerks I've never seen before?
Roshan pursed her lips and said, "Bright, our colleague.
"Bredt, our colleague. He wants to switch shifts with me so that the night after tomorrow will be free. He and his wife are going to the North District Grand Theater to watch 'The Proud One' to celebrate their fifteenth wedding anniversary. What a romantic gentleman."
Bright smiled and stretched out his hand.
"With Miss Roshan around, there's no need to repeat anything. Hello, Klein. I didn't expect you to become a Beyonder so quickly. As for me, heh, I might never have the courage to do so."
"It's probably because the ignorant are fearless." Klein gave a self-deprecating remark and shook her hand.
"That's not a bad thing." Bright shook his head and smiled. "A Beyonder once told me before he died that I should never probe into strange and dangerous matters. The less I know, the longer I live."
At this moment, Roshan interrupted.
"Klein, don't mind it too much. I heard from Old Neil that your Seer is considered a support. It's relatively safer as long as you don't attempt to communicate with unknown existences. Why are you wearing such clothes? You're not a gentleman at all! What are you doing here? "
"To collect today's thirty bullets." Klein didn't answer Roshan's previous question.
He believed that the lady would soon forget about it.
"Alright." Roshan pointed at the table and said, "Bright, I'll leave it to you. You should know where the keys and bullets are. Sigh, Old Neil sure is stingy. He didn't even leave the hand-ground coffee behind. He promised to let me drink to my heart's content today …"
As she nagged, Klein collected the bullets.
The two left the underground together and parted ways on Zouteland Street. One took a public carriage home, while the other walked into the Shooting Club.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Holding the gun, raising his arm, shooting, throwing out the cylinder, ejecting the cartridge, and inserting the bullet … Klein repeated this process over and over again, familiarizing himself with the feeling of shooting.
Of course, he had a few breaks in between to summarize and revise.
After finishing his practice, Klein used the venue to do various exercises like push-ups. He worked hard to train his body and improve his physique.
When everything was over, he took the trackless carriage home. Only then did he realize that it was almost seven in the evening. The sky had already turned dark.
Just as Klein planned on heading to the market or the streets to buy ingredients for dinner, he realized that the door had opened. Melissa had returned with a bag of stationery and books.
In addition, she was carrying quite a number of dishes.
"… I thought that you and Baansen would be coming back rather late today. I took one soli from where you hid the money when I left in the morning," Melissa explained seriously out of habit when she saw her brother's puzzled gaze.
"You already took the money. Why didn't you take the public carriage to school?" The reminder reminded Klein of what had happened in the morning.
Melissa frowned slightly.
"Why should I take the public carriage? It costs four pence to go to school, which means eight pence for a round trip. Including you and Baansen, we will have to spend twenty-four pence a day on the public carriage. That's a total of two soli. A week, hmm, excluding Sundays, that's twelve soli. It's almost equivalent to our rent! "
Stop, stop, stop. Don't show off your math skills … Klein pressed his hand down in amusement.
Melissa paused before adding, "It's pretty good for me to walk to school.
"It's pretty good for me to walk to school. The teacher said that everyone should exercise regularly. Besides, I can pick up some broken parts on the way."
Klein chuckled and said, "Then let's do the math again.
The public carriage costs twelve soli, and the rent is twelve soli and three pence. That's a total of one pound, four soli, and three pence. We can use Baansen's salary to pay for it, so there's still quite a bit left. Hmm, he received last week's salary … As for me, I can still receive one pound, ten soli every week. Even if we eat meat every day, even if we include the cost of gas, coal, wood, condiments, and so on, if we eat frugally for lunch, there'll still be leftovers. We can even subscribe to the morning paper for one penny a day. "
"Two months later, after I've made up for my advance salary, I can save money to buy new clothes for Baansen and you."
"But, but, we have to consider the unexpected." Melissa insisted on her unchanging point of view.
Klein looked at her with a smile and said, "Then we can eat less meat.
Don't you think it's a waste of time to spend fifty, no, a hundred minutes on the road every day? We can use it to read more books, consider more problems, and improve our grades. "
"This way, Melissa, you can graduate with excellent grades and find a job with a good salary. When that happens, what's there to worry about?"
"…"
He used his past experience in debating with people on the forum and finally convinced Melissa to agree to take the public carriage to school.
Phew, I've finally hoodwinked her. No, how can it be called hoodwinking? This is called convincing through reasoning … Klein lampooned inwardly. He took the groceries that Melissa bought and sighed.
"Remember to buy beef, lamb, or chicken tomorrow … Eat your fill and eat well. Only then will you have a healthy body and a smart brain to deal with difficult studies."
Just saying it makes me want to salivate …
Melissa pursed her lips and was silent for a few seconds.
"Alright."
…
The next morning, Klein and Baansen parted ways at the street corner after supervising Melissa to board the public carriage and arrived at their respective companies.
Just as Klein stepped through the door, he saw Old Neil and Roshan chatting at the reception desk. The former was still dressed in a classic black robe, seemingly unbothered by the gazes of others. The latter had changed into a light yellow dress.
"Good morning, Mr. Neil, Miss Roshan." Klein took off his hat and bowed.
Old Neil gave him a mischievous look.
"Good morning. You didn't hear anything you shouldn't have last night, right?"
"No, I slept very well." Klein was also rather puzzled by this.
He could only attribute it to his lack of spiritual perception …
"Haha, don't mind it. It's actually not that easy to hear." Old Neil pointed at the partition. "Let's go to the armory. We'll continue our mysticism class this morning."
Klein nodded and followed Old Neil down the stairs and underground to the armory. He replaced Bright, who was on duty last night.
"What do we need to learn today?" Klein asked curiously.
Old Neil gave a long grunt and said, "Complex, basic knowledge.
"Complex, basic knowledge. But before that, let me teach you an interesting technique."
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