Who is it? Klein jerked his head up and looked at the door.
He felt like he had contracted a disease, a disease where he was afraid of the doorbell ringing. It was just like how he was afraid of his phone ringing on Earth.
Putting down the newspaper and magazine, and looking at the empty plate without any seasoning left, Klein got up and walked to the door.
Before he even grabbed the doorknob, he already knew that it was Dr. Allen outside.
Don't you need to go to work? Klein mumbled and reached out to open the door.
"Good morning, Allen. The fog is gray today," he said with a smile.
Allen still wore his cold expression, but there was a hint of anxiety and fear.
He nudged his gold-rimmed glasses and didn't bother to greet him.
He went straight to the point and said, "Sherlock, I had a dream again! I dreamed of Will Auceptin again! "
Ah? Klein was nearly stunned.
That's not right, right? The authentic paper crane is with me, above the gray fog, and the paper crane I folded is with the Nighthawks. You can still dream of Will Auceptin with an inferior paper crane folded by the Nighthawks? This isn't scientific. No, this isn't mysticism … Klein suddenly turned serious.
He immediately asked, "Is it the same dream as before?"
"No, it's not that scary this time." Allen calmed down a little. "I dreamed of Grimm Cemetery. You know of Grimm Cemetery, right?"
"Yes," Klein answered simply.
Outside Grimm Cemetery, he had caught a group of spirit dance students and a noob mysticism enthusiast, Kapusky. He had obtained another copper whistle that could summon a messenger from the latter.
Allen took a deep breath of cold air and continued, "I dreamed of the forest outside Grimm Cemetery.
"I dreamed of the forest outside Grimm Cemetery. I dreamed of a birch tree that had shed a layer of bark from its waist. Will Auceptin was sitting under this tree, quietly watching me."
"And then?" Klein pressed.
Allen shook his head and said, "The dream ended here."
What a strange thing … Could it be that Dr. Allen's dream had nothing to do with the paper crane? No, if it's unrelated, the dream wouldn't have changed after swapping the paper cranes. Besides, I've also used the paper crane above the gray fog for divination and received the corresponding revelation … Klein deliberated and said, "That's right.
"This is no longer within my scope of understanding. Allen, what do you want from me?"
Allen's hot breath dispersed into white mist in the air. "I want to take a look outside the Grimm Cemetery. Now, in the daytime, can you protect me? I'll pay the commission fee, one pound. "
Now he was going to explore the scene that appeared in his dream? It's unlikely that I'll encounter anything too strange during the day … Klein thought for a moment and said, "I can accept this commission, but I suggest that you make a trip to the cathedral first and tell the bishop you're familiar with about the dream."
Allen tersely acknowledged before asking in puzzlement, "Why do you always suggest me to go to the cathedral? I know that you've explained it in a very logical way. If there's magical power, the Church that can dominate the human World is definitely the faction with the strongest magical power. If there isn't, going to the Church will at least give you psychological comfort and the corresponding resources. However, why do you suggest me to go to the cathedral when it's not too strange? "
Klein considered for two seconds and replied in all seriousness, "I'm a detective.
I come into contact with many unusual things, so I understand the uniqueness of the Church. I also know when to seek help from them. "
"Really?" Allen's expression turned solemn.
Klein immediately curled the corners of his mouth.
"I'm joking.
"Allen, relax. I'll go change my clothes first. Uh, I'll also wash the cutlery."
He didn't wear a thick coat and chatted with Allen for a long time at the door. His body was a little stiff from the cold wind.
Taking this opportunity, Klein went to the bathroom and went above the gray fog. He divined the danger level of the commission and came to the conclusion that there was almost no risk.
If he received a very dangerous revelation, his plan was to use the Church of the Evernight Goddess to repudiate the commission.
…
Hillston Borough, Myriad Star Cathedral.
"Sherlock, why don't you hire a maid? As a detective, you can handle several servants. " Allen asked curiously as he led Klein into the largest cathedral of the Church of the Evernight Goddess in Hillston Borough.
This was something he had wanted to ask on the carriage, but he had never found a chance to broach the topic.
Klein sighed and said heavily, "Allen, let me tell you a story.
"Ellen, let me tell you a story. There was once a detective who hired two maids, a cook, and an assistant. He was doing quite well, but one day, he took over a case and successfully locked onto the murderer. The murderer was a very savage and cruel person. He snuck into the detective's house with the idea of revenge." Ellen, let me tell you a story. "Ellen, there was a detective who hired two maids, a cook, and an assistant.
"The detective was a combat expert, and he only suffered minor injuries in the end. However, two of his servants died as a result.
"Allen, do you understand?"
"I understand." Allen's tone was filled with obvious sympathy. "Sherlock, I didn't know you had such an experience."
No, the protagonist has nothing to do with me. This is just a story I just made up … I can't tell you directly that I'm involved in many strange and mysterious matters. There are often unspeakable secrets at home, so it's best not to hire a servant if possible … Klein looked ahead and let out a long sigh.
The cleaning of his room was mainly done by Mrs. Stelyn Sammer's maid. Twice a week, she only did the most basic cleaning for one soli.
As they spoke, the two of them had already entered the hall of the Myriad Star Cathedral.
It was dark, quiet, and sparse in the style of the Church of the Evernight Goddess.
At the very front of the hall was a sacred altar engraved with the Dark Sacred Emblem. On it, stars were inlaid with glowing pearls, and the crimson moon was formed with red gems. The rest of the place was pitch-black night.
At a glance, it was dotted with stars, and the crimson glow made it look especially holy.
However, Klein felt that it wasn't as good as the design of Saint Selena Cathedral in Tingen City. The hall was pitch-black, with only light shining through the fist-sized holes in front of it. It made one feel as if they could see the starry sky directly, giving them a sense of awe.
However, there's a problem with that design. At night, the effect is gone … Klein found a random seat and sat down. He took off his half top hat and leaned on his black hardwood cane. As for Allen, he continued walking down the aisle and headed straight for the confessional in search of the bishop.
Sitting in such a hall and looking at the devotees who were focused on praying, Klein suddenly felt tranquil.
Speaking of which, this is only my third time entering the Goddess's cathedral … He laughed self-deprecatingly.
…
Winter County, inside the Cathedral of Serenity.
Leonard Mitchell put on a black trench coat and red gloves and entered the high-ranking deacon, Crestet Cesimir's room.
"Congratulations on officially becoming a Red Glove. May the Goddess bless you." Cesimir drew a crimson moon on his chest.
He still covered his mouth with his high collar.
"Praise the Goddess. It's my honor." Leonard raised his right hand and tapped it four times in a clockwise manner.
Cesimir didn't speak further and went straight to the point.
"According to your request, I've placed you in Sostel's team. He's a Soul Assurer and has his own mystical item. I've also instructed someone to prepare the Beyonder weapon you need for you.
"You've been in charge of a Devil Summoning case recently, and you've also taken care of the collection of clues. For example, the continuous incidents in Baekeland related to the Tarot Ritual."
"Yes, Your Excellency Cesimir." Leonard didn't have any objections.
This will be the beginning of my revenge … he said silently in his heart.
…
West Borough, the periphery of Grimm Cemetery.
Klein accompanied Dr. Allen as they walked in the nearby woods for a long time. From time to time, he would cough because of the falling grayish-white dust.
"Perhaps there isn't such a tree. It's impossible for a dream to be completely reflected in reality." In the end, even Allen was a little uncertain.
Thankfully, I'm good at finding things … Klein pointed in a direction with his cane.
"Let's take a look over there and make a final effort."
"Alright." Allen took a deep breath.
After walking for a while, Allen suddenly stopped in his tracks. He pointed to the front and said,
"There, there!"
More than ten meters away, a birch tree with its waist peeled off stood there quietly, as though it was waiting for the two of them.
"It's exactly the same as in my dream," Allen said with great certainty.
Klein smiled warily.
"But there's no Will Auceptin."
Allen approached the birch tree and frowned for a while. Suddenly, he pointed to the side of the tree root and said,
He suddenly pointed to the side of the tree's roots and said, "Will Auceptin was sitting here back then, and he had one hand pointing at the soil below!"
Pointing at the soil below? Klein stood by the side and looked down at the area where there was almost no withered grass.
"You want to dig it up?"
Allen nodded. "Since we've already found this place, we have to confirm what's inside. Sherlock, go to the cemetery and borrow two shovels."
"I'll stay here. You go to the cemetery. I'm worried that an accident might happen," Klein said cautiously.
"Alright." Allen didn't decline and immediately left the woods.
After a while, he spent some money and returned with three shovels and a gravekeeper before attempting to dig.
As Klein dug, he suddenly smelled something familiar. As the soil on the surface parted, what was underneath was gradually exposed.
It was the highly decomposed corpse of a child!
His skin and flesh looked as though they were about to melt, and there were many worms crawling in and out of his nose and mouth.
Clang!
The shovel in Allen's hand fell and smashed into a rock.
He pointed at the corpse's legs, his mouth frantically quivering, but he couldn't say a word.
Klein held back his disgust and looked carefully. He discovered that the child's corpse's left leg was clearly missing its lower half.
At the same time, Allen took two steps back, fell to the ground, and shouted in a shrill voice:
He shouted with a sharp voice, "Will Auceptin! Will Auceptin! "
It was Will Auceptin's corpse!
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