Lord of the Mysteries

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"Dast Guderian, doctor at the Green Hull Madhouse..."

Klein silently repeated the words of Henry's detective and began to think about how to get in touch with the doctor who was suspected of being a "audience" suspected member of the Alchemy Alchemy.

In this matter, he does not want to take too much risk, do not want the night-timers to find that they have problems, and do not want to lose their current life for the information and resources used only for exchange.

Moreover, the gentleman is probably a "audience", not someone who has undergone special training, and almost no way to hide the true purpose and thoughts in front of him.

"Looking for someone to transfer, mysterious? No, the more people involved, the more likely it is to go wrong... um... maybe you can consider hiding the truth in the truth, let the doctor see the expression and body language are My true thoughts react, but not all of them..."

Klein listened to the detective Henry to introduce Dust Goodlin's situation, thinking about what method to use to maximize risk avoidance, and can not affect the achievement of the purpose.

Gradually, he found inspiration from the police films and spy films he had seen.

"Well... you can try it like this, but you have to practice it again and again..." Klein nodded in his heart and re-turned all his attention back to the words of detective Henry.

"Cough..." Henry cleared his throat. "The commission of the red chimney, we are still going on. You should know that there are quite a few similar buildings in the city of Tingen. Of course, if you can provide other clues, things It’s simple.”

Klein snorted and laughed:

"If I have other clues, I won't entrust you."

To be honest, such a long investigation and search made him pessimistic about the outcome of the matter, because the behind-the-scenes manipulator clearly noticed his divination and had plenty of time to transfer his hiding place.

Therefore, he only hopes to find further clues from the corresponding guest information.

And this value is 7 pounds... I think it hurts... Klein took the cane and said goodbye after the detective Henry described it.

............

Saturday morning, at 8:40, in the doctor's office of the Green Hull Madhouse.

With gold-rimmed glasses, Dust Gudrian, who is temperamental, took off his coat, took off his hat, and hung them on the coat rack.

He just picked up the tin can filled with coffee powder and heard a loud knock on the door.

"Please come in." Dast said not to care.

Then he saw the half-closed door pushed open and saw a young man wearing a black knee-length trench coat coming in.

Because of the strangeness of the other party, Dast wondered:

"Good morning, are you?"

Klein closed the door, took off his hat, pressed it on his chest, and took a ritual:

"Good morning, Dr. Dust, please forgive me for taking the liberty to visit. I am the trainee inspector of the Ashova County Police Department, Kline Moretti, this is my ID and badge."

"Inspector?" Dast whispered, taking over the other's documents and badges.

"Special Operations Department..." He looked up slowly, his eyes calmed down to no awkwardness, as if he was examining something.

Black short hair, a bit deeper than brown, a bit of scholarly temperament, calm and calm, temporarily can not see malicious...

Dast handed back the items in his hand, referring to the chair opposite the desk:

"Please sit, police officer, what are you looking for?"

Klein sat down, put the cane in place, slowly picked up the documents and badges, and smiled:

"Please allow me to introduce myself again."

“I am also a member of the Tingen City Night Club, specializing in matters involving extraordinary factors.”

"Good morning, Mr. the audience."

His voice did not fall, and it was unexpected to see that Dust’s pupils became smaller, his palms retracted, and he wanted to escape the road.

"Police officer, I don't understand what you mean." Dast said with a strong support, almost unable to maintain the state. "I don't like this joke, maybe I should call the guard."

Klein slowly took the revolver out of his gun pocket and smiled unchanged:

"Mr. Dust, I know that you can see my confidence, and I can see that I am not malicious. Oh, frankly, I was not sure at first, but your reaction gave me the answer."

Everything above is true... Klein silently added a sentence in his heart.

Dast relaxed a little, and Yu Guang aimed at the other's revolver. He asked:

"I have a hard time understanding why you came to me... I don't think I have exposed anything..."

Klein smiled and said:

"This is just an accident, maybe fate arranges us to know."

“In fact, we met at the underground trading market of the Dragon Bar, but you didn’t pay attention to me at the time.”

"While you smartly buy the auxiliary materials for the sequence of potions separately, but for me who just know the formula, it is still worth paying attention to."

Dast suddenly vomited, as if losing the power of defense:

"It turned out to be..."

"I thought I was careful enough, I couldn't think of it, I couldn't think of it..."

Whispered a few words, he stared at Klein’s eyes:

"Police officer, I know that you are not arresting me. What is your real purpose?"

Klein said with a relaxed look:

"I am different from other night-timers. I don't think that every extraordinary person who does not belong to us is a potential criminal. This is not fair to those who yearn for order and kindness."

Dast changed his sitting position and said no more tightly:

"If other nights, punishers, and mechanical heart members can be like you, then the world will be peaceful."

“Do you know the night servants, the punters, and the members of the heart of the machine?” Klein pretending to surprise. “This is not something that people who have entered the extraordinary field should know. There must be an organization behind you.”

He leaned back and smiled at the corner of his mouth:

"Psychological Alchemy?"

While talking, he looked at Dust's face with a little ugly leisurely.

"I see that you are expecting my answer, but I still ignore some things that seem normal, falling into your language trap..." Dast whispered annoyedly.

He began to discover that the "audience" status was not omnipotent, and he could see the purpose of the other party, but did not mean that he could figure out the specific details.

Kleinmo took the pistol's wheel:

"Doctors, we have to communicate honestly, this can start from me."

"I don't think that the unruly extraordinary is a potential criminal, but I agree to register and supervise every extraordinary person. This is to prevent the risk of losing control and avoid more serious and dangerous situations."

"I will not disturb your normal life, I hope that we can have limited cooperation."

“Limited cooperation?” Dust seemed to ask in the opposite direction.

Klein smiled low:

"Yes, limited."

"For example, report my status to me on a regular basis. You know, many out-of-control incidents are possible when the situation is not so serious, and the night-timers have accumulated enough experience in this area."

"For example, in your organization, in the extraordinary people you know, if someone is about to harm the innocent, please provide me with clues in time."

"For example, use something to exchange something that is more useful to you. This is a welfare for you. You should know the meaning of welfare."

"In addition, you don't have to worry anymore. You don't have to be afraid that one day you will be arrested or killed by members of the night, the punishers and the mechanical heart. You can enjoy your life safely and happily."

"We will give you some proof of identity, you can use it at the last, no other way."

Dust was silent and listened for a while before asking:

"Do you want me to betray my organization?"

"No, not betrayal," said Klein Chen, "This is a matter of righteousness, morality, and goodness. You are blocking certain evil, ferocious, **** cases, except for this. I won't let you sell the secrets of your organization."

Dast thought about it carefully and seemed to have gotten better because of excuses.

He stood silent for a few seconds and extended his right hand:

“Happy cooperation.”

Klein shook hands with the unarmed hand and the other side:

“Happy cooperation.”

He paused and chuckled:

"Doctor, you can tell me if you are a member of the psychological alchemy club."

"Yes." Dast nodded.

Klein, who had opened the door without entering the door, did not find that the mood of the other party was fluctuating, so he asked:

“How did you join the psychological alchemy club?”

Dast looked at each other's eyes:

"Because a patient in this madhouse, when I saw him, I found that he could see through me completely, and it was not like a madman..."

"He is called Hood Eugen."

Klein remembered the name and talked with Dust a few words, agreeing on the secret delivery method of the meeting request and the location of the meeting.

He has not exchanged potions, recipes, rumors, etc. with the other party. He offered a farewell when he was fit, took up the revolver, and left Dust's office.

Looking at his back disappeared at the door, Dast sighed and slammed back against the back of the chair, some pain and some relaxation.

............

36 Zouteland Street, inside the Black Thorns Security Company.

Dunn, sitting behind the desk, swept away and asked:

"What happened?"

Klein, who was late for half an hour, organized the language:

"Captain, I found an extraordinary person and confirmed that he is a member of the psychological alchemy."

"...He is a decent doctor, willing to cooperate with us, I think it is best to keep the current state, which will help us keep abreast of the latest situation of the psychological alchemy."

After a few seconds, Klein added:

"I want to develop him as a informant of the night, or a hidden peripheral member."

The word "informer" comes from Intis, from Russell the Great.

Dunn slowly slammed the first:

"You are doing very well, but if you have such a thing in the future, it is best to tell me first."

"Submit the doctor's information and the text of your process to me, I will give him some identification."

"And, don't tell Leonard them about this, although they are all trustworthy teammates, but the relevant regulations are clearly defined."

"You will be in charge of contacting the doctor in the future."

Klein was silent and smiled:

"Ok."