The Antigonus family's notebook was in the room opposite the kidnappers!
Although it was a coincidence, Klein believed that his intuition wasn't wrong.
He immediately got out of bed and took off the old clothes he wore to sleep.
He took the white shirt beside him and put it on. He quickly buttoned it from top to bottom.
One button, two buttons, three buttons … He suddenly realized that he was "missing" a button, and the left and right sides didn't seem to be symmetrical.
Upon closer inspection, Klein realized that he had buttoned the wrong buttons from the beginning, causing the shirt to become distorted.
He shook his head helplessly, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. He used some Cogitation techniques to restore a certain level of calmness.
After putting on the white shirt and black trousers, he reluctantly put on the armpit strap. He took out the revolver hidden under the soft pillow and placed it inside.
Without bothering to put on a bow tie, he put on his formal suit and walked to the door with a hat in one hand and a cane in the other.
After putting on his half top hat, Klein gently twisted the doorknob, opened the door, and entered the corridor.
He carefully closed the wooden bedroom door and went down the stairs silently like a thief. He used a pen and a piece of paper in the living room to leave two lines of words, indicating that he had forgotten to mention that he had matters to attend to at the company last night and needed to arrive early today.
When he walked out the door, Klein immediately felt a cool breeze, calming him down.
The street in front of him was dark and silent. There were no pedestrians, and only the light from the gas lamps shone quietly.
Klein took out his pocket watch from his inner pocket and snapped it open. He discovered that it was only six o 'clock. The crimson moonlight had yet to completely fade, but there was already a hint of light in the sky.
He was about to look for an expensive rental carriage to hire when he suddenly saw a trackless public carriage with two horses and four wheels driving over.
"There's a public carriage so early in the morning?" Klein was slightly surprised. He went forward and waved for the carriage to stop.
"Good morning, sir." The carriage driver skillfully stopped the horse.
The staff beside him, who was in charge of collecting fees, covered his mouth with his hand and yawned.
"To Zouteland Street," Klein said as he took out two pennies and four halfpence from his trouser pocket.
"Four pence," the staff in charge of collecting the fees answered without hesitation.
After handing over the fare, Klein boarded the carriage. He saw that the carriage was empty. There were no other guests. In the darkness, there was an obvious sense of desolation.
"You are the first," the coachman said with a smile.
The two brown horses began to move forward at a relatively brisk pace.
"Frankly, I didn't expect to see a coach so early." Klein sat near the driver and answered casually to distract himself and ease the tension in his heart.
The coachman laughed at himself.
"6 am to 9 pm every day, but my weekly salary is only 1 pound."
"Is there no time to rest?" Klein asked in surprise.
"Take a day off every week." The coachman's tone became heavy.
The toll collector beside him added,
"We are in charge from 6 am to 11 pm. After that, we go for lunch and a lunch break. After dinner, which is 6 pm, we take over our colleagues … Even if we don't need to rest, the two horses do."
"It wasn't like this in the past. Ever since some coachmen were too tired and made mistakes that they shouldn't have, causing the horses to lose control and the carriage to overturn, there was such a rotation … How could those vampires suddenly become kind!?" The coachman sneered.
Under the light of dawn, the public carriage headed for Zouteland Street. Along the way, there were only seven or eight passengers.
After Klein eased his tension, he didn't speak anymore. He closed his eyes and replayed yesterday's experience frame by frame to see if he had missed anything.
When the sun completely rose and the sky was truly bright, the public carriage arrived at Zouteland Street.
Klein pressed his left hand on his hat and jumped off the carriage.
He quickly entered 36 Zouteland Street and arrived outside the Blackthorn Security Company via the stairs.
At that moment, the door was closed and hadn't opened.
Klein removed the key ring from his waist and found the corresponding brass key. He stuffed it into the keyhole and twisted it.
He pushed it forward and slowly opened the door. He saw the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell sniffing the recently trendy cigarettes.
"In fact, I prefer cigars … You seem to be in a rush?" the poet-like Nighthawk asked in a relaxed manner.
"Where's Captain?" Klein didn't answer and asked instead.
Leonard pointed at the partition.
"In his office. As a Beyonder who advanced from a Sleepless, he only needs to rest for two hours in the day. I believe those factory owners and bankers will definitely like this potion the most. "
Klein nodded and quickly passed through the partition. He saw that Dunn Smith had already opened the office door and was standing at the entrance.
"What's the matter?" He was wearing a black trench coat and holding a gold-inlaid cane. His expression was calm and solemn.
"I have the feeling that I've seen it somewhere before. It should be that notebook, the Antigonus family's notebook." Klein tried his best to control himself and make his answer sound logical.
"Where?" Dunn Smith's expression didn't change significantly.
However, Klein's spiritual perception told him that there seemed to be an obvious, invisible fluctuation in the other party. It might be the glow of a spirit, or it might be a change in his emotions.
"It's at the place Leonard and I rescued the hostages yesterday. It's opposite the kidnapper's room. I didn't notice it back then until I had a dream and received a revelation." Klein didn't hide anything.
"It looks like I missed out on a huge credit yesterday." Leonard, who had walked to the partition, chuckled.
Dunn nodded slightly and instructed solemnly, "Get Kenley to replace Old Neil in guarding the armory.
"Get Kenley to replace Old Neil in guarding the armory. Get Old Neil and Frye to go with us."
Leonard didn't act frivolously anymore. He immediately informed Kenley and Frye, who were in the Nighthawks' recreation room. One of them was a Sleepless, and the other was a Corpse Collector.
Five minutes later, the two-wheeled carriage belonging to the Nighthawks sped up in the early morning, when there weren't many pedestrians.
Leonard wore a felt hat, a shirt, and a vest. He was temporarily acting as the carriage driver, cracking his whip from time to time.
Inside the carriage, Klein and Old Neil sat on the same side. Opposite them were Dunn Smith and Frye.
This Corpse Collector's skin was so white that it looked like he hadn't been out in the Sun for a long time, or he was suffering from a severe lack of blood. He was about thirty years old, with black hair and blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. He had a cold and gloomy aura, as though he had the faint smell of touching corpses all year round.
"Tell me in detail again." Dunn adjusted the collar of his black trench coat.
Klein rubbed the topaz pendant that was hidden by his sleeve. He recounted everything from accepting the mission to the dream. Beside him, Old Neil chuckled.
"You and the Antigonus family's notebook seem to have some sort of predestined connection. To think that you would encounter it."
That's right, this is too much of a coincidence! If not for the fact that Leonard mentioned that the preliminary investigation of Elliot's kidnapping showed that there wasn't any secret faction or mysterious power behind it, and that it was just a case of taking risks for money, I would have suspected that it was deliberately arranged by someone … Klein found this rather strange as well.
It's too much of a coincidence!
Dunn didn't say anything, as though he was deep in thought. Corpse Collector Frye, who was also wearing a black trench coat, remained silent.
Only when the carriage stopped and the building that Klein mentioned appeared outside the window did the silence break.
"Let's go up. Klein, you and Old Neil walk at the back. Be careful, you have to be careful." Dunn alighted from the carriage, took out a strange revolver with a long and thick barrel, and stuffed it into the pocket of his right hand.
"Alright." Klein didn't dare to be rash and take the lead.
After Leonard found someone to watch the carriage, the five Beyonders entered the staircase in an orderly manner and arrived at the third floor with light footsteps.
"Is this the place?" Leonard pointed at the room opposite the kidnappers.
Klein tapped his glabella twice and activated his Spirit Vision.
In this state, his spiritual perception was enhanced again. He felt that the door was familiar, as though he had entered it before.
"Yes." He nodded affirmatively.
Old Neil also activated his Spirit Vision and observed carefully.
"There's no one inside, nor are there any signs of magic."
Corpse Collector Frye added in a hoarse voice.
"There are no evil spirits."
He didn't need to activate his Spirit Vision to see many spirits, including evil spirits and wraiths.
Leonard took a step forward, and just like yesterday, he punched the door lock.
This time, not only did the surrounding wooden boards shatter, even the door lock flew off and fell to the ground with a clang.
Klein felt an invisible seal disappear in an instant. Following that, he caught a whiff of a strong stench.
"Corpses, rotting corpses," Corpse Collector Frye stated coldly.
He didn't show any signs of nausea.
Dunn stretched out his right hand, which was wearing a black glove, and slowly pushed open the door. The first thing that everyone saw was a fireplace. In the early July weather, it was abnormally hot inside.
In front of the fireplace, there was a rocking chair. An old woman in a black and white dress was sitting on it with her head lowered.
Her entire body had abnormally enlarged. Her skin was blackish-green and swollen to the point of glowing. It was as though a simple poke would cause her to explode, spewing out a putrid stench. Maggots or parasites crawled in and out of her flesh and rotting liquid, her clothes, and her folds. In his Spirit Vision, they were like points of light, clustered around an extinguished "darkness."
Pa! Pa!
Two of the old woman's eyeballs fell to the ground and rolled a few times, leaving a few yellowish-brown marks.
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