Lord of the Mysteries

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The tired Klein lifted the sealed spirituality wall, and let the cool breeze of the night blow on his face with the smell of plants and trees, making him awake a bit.

He sighed with a gentle and elegant sealed item “3-0782” in his palm, and sincerely sighed in one heart:

“Who can think of this badge is a blend of blood of God… It is estimated that the Eternal Blazing Sun church’s expert had searched but could not find…”

After moving his neck, Klein didn’t dare to try another idea and put “Mutated Sacred Emblem of the Sun” on the inside of the thin trench coat.

He followed the chain and pulled out the silvered pocket watch with a stalked pattern. He glanced open and glanced at it. He found that the distance “Corpse Collector” Frye had more than an hour to change jobs.

“My eyelids need 2 matches to support … this is the aftermath of courting death!” Klein had no choice but to take a metal vial out of a small secret pocket, 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 “Corpse Collector” Frye, called “Klag 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 with a thin nose and a black hair and a blue hair, wearing a thin windbreaker, holding a cane and walking out of the town.

Although the other person was still cold and gloomy like Living Corpse, Klein was like seeing the savior, yawning and yawning, screaming with tears, welcoming up, taking the sealed item “3— 0782″.

“What happened?” Frye looked at his teammate’s pale, ugly face and asked for a question.

Klein sighed Road:

“I was only observing Chanis Gate last night. I didn’t sleep very well this morning, so I am very sleepy now.”

He didn’t mention the matter more, and digressed: “I rotated after 4 hours?”

“7 hours, captain doesn’t need to sleep in the middle of the night.” Frye took over “Mutated Sacred Emblem of the Sun”.

Cultivation makes people happy … Klein muttered captain silently, bid farewell to Frye, and walked towards the town.

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

“Huh, ten minutes earlier than the agreed time …”

“It’s a warm person…” Klein laughed, speeding up, going back to the hotel, pushing open the half-covered door, stepped onto the second floor in Boss’s gaze and entered his room.

Locking the door and taking off his coat and shoes, he did not wash himself, but fell 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 Earth, in front of him, he had not played the game of customs clearance, with iced cola and spicy chicken wings on the left and bitter bamboo soup and rice on the right.

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 2 Narcissus Flower Street.

Klein was suddenly alert, soberly aware that he was dreaming.

He saw himself sitting at the side of the dining table, holding a copy of “Thengen Newspaper”, with tomato oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, mashed potatoes and oat bread in front of him.

He turned his head subconsciously, looking at the gate, and suddenly saw a silhouette of the bay window standing in the living room, staring quietly at the silhouette in the house!

Klein was taken aback, and immediately recognized Dunn, who was gray and haunted. His half face was against the window, and he silently looked at the people inside.

…captain, don’t scare people in their dreams, ok ? Is this your style of acting “Nightmare”? Klein thought with anger and laughter, took out the spoon, took a piece of beef, and put it in the mouth.

Well, it’s my craft! He secretly sighed, understanding why he suddenly sobered in his dream, and why the Earth scene disappeared instantly.

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

Just then, Dunn left the belly window and pushed the door of the Moretti family directly, wearing a black windbreaker, and quietly walked across from Klein’s.

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

Klein was stunned at the sights, and couldn’t figure out what captain really wanted to do.

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

Spit out a cloud of smoke, he stood up, put on his hat, old-school but calmly gave a salute, strode away from the Moretti family, and left this dream.

“…” Klein looked at the back of Captain and couldn’t come back to his senses for a long time.

He looked down at the empty plate and subconsciously wanted to reproduce the food he had just made.

However, at this time, no matter whether it was tomato oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, or mashed potatoes, he could not continue to appear in his dream.

“Swallowed completely? This is Nightmare’s ability?” Klein’s lips twitched, thinking helplessly, “So, the purpose of captain is to prevent me from eating supper in my dreams? This is really a nightmare … … This Nightmare plays really creative … “

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

At 2:5 on the 1nd day, Klein had to get up early to drink coffee, eat toast and bacon, and hurried to the town to replace Dunn.

At 7 o’clock, they set out on time to return to the Thengen City area.

Less than ten o’clock, they arrived at Zoutlan Street 36. After the full of energy Dunn put the sealed item “3-0782” back to the Chanis Gate, Frye sat in front of the mechanical typewriter, while the civilian staff was not in place. , personally wrote yesterday’s mission report and the corresponding consumable reimbursement application.

Klein watched for a while, and was satisfied to see that all the materials he used were included in the list-this included the part he used to repel insect-controlling.

He didn’t go home immediately, because Dr. Daxter, who had already signed mental asylum in a way that wrote a secret letter, met at the scheduled place at one o’clock in the afternoon.

“Then there is Tarot Meeting at 3 o’clock … Why should a BOSS in a secret organization live so tired?” Klein said to himself silently, lying in the Night Watcher rest room for 2 hours, and made up for his sleep.

He did not worry about forgetting about the knowledge and things he obtained last night. This can be recalled by the method of divination. What he feared was that he ignored these knowledge and things, and even lost the idea of ​​divination them, 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 Black Thorns Security Company to the “Shooting Club” at 3 Street, Zoutlan Street.

Pushing open the door and entering the reception hall, Klein did not go directly to the shooting range belonging to Night Watcher. Instead, he sat down in the lobby and sat patiently, holding his hands on the black cane.

The meeting place he agreed with Daxter is at this “Zoutlan Street Shooting Club”!

The way they agreed was to write a letter. When Klein needed to meet, he would write to Daxter Guderian as a family member of the patient, inquiring about a special disease called “personal splitting.” The word Audience is mentioned in a way to confirm his identity with the ink dots in the hidden position, and the inadvertently written time in the letter is the time of meeting.

As for the meeting place, it was fixed in their first negotiation. If Klein felt that it should be changed, it would be explained in the interview.

When Daxter Guderian wants to meet but is not in a hurry, send a letter to the Hounds Tavern, or the Shooting Club, with the recipient “Mr. Honages” waiting for Klein to take it out regularly.

If he has an emergency, he must submit the letter directly to Boss Wright of the Hounds Tavern, and he must submit a “find mercenary” so that Wright, who is a Night Watcher outer circle member, will immediately send the letter to Black Thorns. Security Company.

After waiting for a while, just two minutes before, Klein saw Daxter, who was quite graceful, walked into the lobby of “Shooting Club”.

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

Daxter looked around for a half circle without notice, and saw Klein, who was slightly nodded, so he took his eyes and went to the front desk, skilled in applying for the shooting range and renting guns.

– He has been here once.

“Small scale shooting range No. 7, each hour 3 shilling, revolver rental fee, each hour 1 shilling 6 pence, including 6 bullets …” The girl in charge quickly solved the matter.

After Daxter confirmed that the time was 1 hour and paid the 10shilling fee, he received the revolver and additional bullets and entered the corresponding shooting range under the guidance of the waiter.

Klein waited for another 5 minutes before getting up slowly, carrying his cane, and coming out of the small scale shooting range No. 7, dong dong dong knocked on the door.

With a bang, the door cracked a gap, and Daxter looked at the probe with a vigilant look and then let it go.

Klein immediately slid in and locked the door.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Daxter.” He said as he took out the 10shilling notes and handed them over to the other party. “We won’t let the outer circle member bear the cost of the meeting.”

Because I can reimburse… He silently added one.

Daxter didn’t quit, received the cash, and then solemnly asked:

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

PS: No. 2 is even more monthly pass ~