Lord of the Mysteries

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The tired Klein lifted the sealed spiritual wall, letting the cool breeze of the night blow on his face with the smell of vegetation, blowing him sober.

He rubbed his hand in the gentle and classical seal "3 - 0782", and sincerely sighed in one heart:

"Who can think of this badge is a fusion of a **** of blood... It is estimated that the strong eternal church members of the church have searched but have not found..."

After the activity of the lower neck, Klein did not dare to try another idea, wearing the "variation of the sun's emblem" on the inside of the thin windbreaker.

He followed the chain and pulled out a silver pocket watch with a branch pattern. He glanced openly and glanced at it. He found that there was more than an hour to change the shift from the "collector" Frye.

"My eyelids need two matches to support... This is the sequela of death!" Klein had no choice but to take a metal vial from a small pocket of a grid, pull out the stopper, and put it to the nose.

The smell of mint and sterilized water mixed into one piece quickly penetrated into his nose, stimulating his granules to emerge, and the spirit was shaken, and the moment was forgotten.

This is the formula he learned from the "collector" Fry, called "Crag's Oil", which can help people fight the stench of rotten and other stinking effects.

For more than an hour, Klein was suffering, and from time to time stood up and strolled around, and several times he was sucked by mosquitoes in the woods.

Finally, he saw Frye, who had a high nose and thin lips and a dark blue hair, wearing a thin windbreaker, holding a cane and walking out of the town.

Although the other party was still cold and gloomy like a living corpse, Klein was like seeing the savior, yawning and yawning, screaming with tears, welcoming and removing the seal from the inside of the garment. —0782”.

"What happened?" Frye looked at his teammate's pale and ugly face and took the initiative to ask.

Klein sighed:

"I was on duty at the Chanis Gate last night. I didn't sleep very well this morning, so I am very sleepy now."

He did not mention this matter more, and opened the topic: "I am four hours later?"

"For seven hours, the captain didn't need to sleep in the middle of the night." Frye took over the "variant sun emblem."

Xiu Xian makes people happy... Klein silently smashed the captain and said goodbye to Frye and went to the town.

On the way to the hotel along the street, he took out his pocket watch and watched the time:

"Oh, ten minutes earlier than the agreed time..."

"It's a warm person..." Klein smiled, speeded up, went back to the hotel, pushed open the half-covered door, and walked up the second floor in the eyes of the boss's eyes to enter his room.

Locking the door, taking off the coat and shoes, he did not clean himself, fell straight down and fell on the bed.

In a matter of ten seconds, his nose first became heavier, then he was long and steady.

In his sleep, Klein returned to the earth, in front of him is not playing the game of customs clearance, the left side is placed with iced cola and spicy chicken wings, on the right is bitter bamboo shoots soup and rice.

He has never eaten bitter bamboo shoots, but he likes to use it as a soup made of meat and meat. The soup is refreshing and appetizing with a bit of oily scent, which is perfect for making rice.

With a good dish of sauce, he can eat a whole bowl of rice than usual!

Just as Klein was ready to enjoy the nightingale and play the game crazy, his dream scene changed and reappeared as the internal pattern of No. 2 Narcissus Street.

Klein suddenly felt alert and knew clearly that he was in a dream.

He saw himself sitting on the side of the table, holding a copy of the Tingen Daily, with tomatoes and oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, mashed potatoes and oatmeal bread in front of him.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the gate. He suddenly saw the silhouette of the living room corresponding to the convex belly window, and he was quietly staring at the figure inside the house!

Klein was shocked and immediately recognized Dunn, who was gray and faint. He half-faced his face against the window and silently looked at the people inside.

... Captain, don't be scared in your dreams, okay? Is this the way you play nightmares? Klein thought with anger and laughter, took out the spoon, took a piece of beef, and put it in the mouth.

Well, it is my craft! He secretly sighed and understood why he suddenly became awake in his dreams, and why the scenes of the earth disappeared instantly.

When someone invades his dream, he will naturally be alert!

At this moment, Dunn left the position of the belly window and directly pushed the door of Moretti's house, wearing a black windbreaker, and quietly walked across from Klein.

He took off his hat, gently daggered it, sat down, and picked up the knife and fork and snoring at a glance, and quickly ate the tomato oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, mashed potatoes and oatmeal bread on the table. I ate it clean.

Klein stared blankly and couldn't figure out what the captain wanted to do.

Huh, Dunn sighed with satisfaction, and gave Klein a thumbs up, then took out the pipe and the match and took a sip.

Spit out the cloud, he stood up, took the hat, the old school but steadyly took a gift, stepped away from Moretti's house and left the dream.

"..." Klein looked at the captain's back, and for a long time he couldn't come back.

He looked down at the empty plate and subconsciously wanted to reproduce the food.

However, this time, regardless of tomato oxtail soup, or fried lamb chops, mashed potatoes, did not continue to appear in his dreams.

"I was thoroughly swallowed? Is this the ability of 'nightmare'?" Klein twitched, reluctantly thinking, "So, the captain's purpose is to make me unable to eat nightingale in my dreams? This is really Nightmare... This 'nightmare' is really creative..."

He laughed, quit the dream, and went back to sleep.

At 5:30 in the morning, Klein, who had to get up early, drank coffee, ate toast and bacon, and hurriedly went to the town to replace Dunn.

At seven o'clock, they set off on time to return to Tingen City.

Less than ten o'clock, they arrived at No. 36 Zouteland Street. After the energetic Dunn put the seal "3 - 0782" back to the door of Chanis, Frye sat in front of the mechanical typewriter, but the civilian staff had not yet In the case of the place, personally write yesterday's mission report and the corresponding consumable reimbursement application.

Klein watched for a while and satisfactorily saw that all the materials he had used were included in the list – including the part he used to repel mosquitoes.

He did not go home immediately, because he had already written a secret letter to Dawster doctor of the madhouse to meet at the scheduled place at one o'clock in the afternoon.

"Then there are three more Tarot gatherings... Why do I have to live so tired of a secret organization's BOSS?" Klein said silently, lying in the night lounge for two hours, making up for sleep.

He didn't worry about forgetting about the knowledge and things he got last night. This can be recalled by divination. He is afraid that he ignores the existence of these knowledge and things, and even loses their ideas. So, He went through the details in his mind before going to bed to deepen his impression.

This is why Klein insists on writing a summary every week to sort out the various situations.

After lunch, he took a look at his pocket watch, put on his hat and left the Black Thorough Security Company, and went to the "shooting club" at No. 3 Zoetland Street.

Pushing open the door and entering the reception hall, Klein did not go directly to the shooting range belonging to the night occupants. Instead, he sat down in the hall and sat down with his hands and held the black cane.

The meeting place he agreed with Dast is at this "Zotelan Street Shooting Club"!

The way they agreed was to write a letter. When Klein needed to meet, he would write to Dr. Dust Guderian as a patient's family and ask about a special disease called "personal division" in the letter. Klein will refer to the vocabulary of the audience in various ways to confirm his identity with the ink spots in the hidden position, and the point in time in which the letter is inadvertently written is the time of the meeting.

As for the meeting place, they have already settled in their first consultation. If Klein feels that it should be changed, it will be explained in the interview.

When Dust Goodlin wants to meet but is not in a hurry, he can send the letter to the Hound Tavern, or the shooting club, the recipient is "Mr. Hornachs", waiting for Klein to take it out regularly.

If he has an emergency, he must directly submit the letter to Wright's owner, Wright, and have to submit a "find mercenary", so that Wright, who is a member of the night party, will immediately send the letter to Blackthorn Security. the company.

Waiting for a while, a little worse than two minutes, Klein saw the temperament of Sven's Dast into the "shooting club" hall.

He wore a black silk top hat, a fitted tuxedo, a silver-plated cane in his hand, and a gold-rimmed frame glasses on his face.

Dast looked around for a half circle without notice, and saw Klein, who nodded slightly, so he regained his gaze and went to the front desk, skillfully applying for the shooting range and renting guns.

- He has been here once.

"Small shooting range No. 7, 3 Sule per hour, revolver rental fee, 1 Sule per hour, 6 pence, including six rounds of bullets..." The girl in charge of the reception quickly made this happen.

After arriving at Sterling for 1 hour and paying 10 Sule's expenses, he received a revolver and additional bullets, and led the waiter to the corresponding shooting range.

Klein waited another five minutes before he got up slowly and took his cane to the outside of the small shooting range No. 7, and the door rang.

With a bang, the door cracked a gap, and Dust first looked around with a vigilant probe and then let it go.

Klein immediately jumped in and locked the door.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Dust," he said as he took out 10 Sule's banknotes and handed them over to the other party. "We won't let peripheral members bear the cost of meeting."

Because I can reimburse... He silently added one.

Dast did not quit, received the cash, and then asked:

"Moretti police officer, what are you doing to meet me this time?"

PS: The second is to ask for a monthly ticket~