Chapter 118 August

Time passed smoothly, and Tingen sent off the tail of summer, and in mid-August, the temperature stabilized at 26 to 7 degrees Celsius.

Crash!

Klein stood up abruptly from the bathtub and stepped out, bringing drips of water.

He stood there naked, looking down at his abdomen, and with a little effort, he saw the lines of muscles clearly outlined.

This is the result of his persistent training during this period of time. Besides, his whole person also looks much more energetic.

And just today, his fighting teacher, Gao Wen, began to teach him basic boxing footwork and power skills.

Slap, slap, slap, Klein's bare feet stepped on the bathroom floor, sometimes sliding forward, sometimes retreating sharply, and sometimes dodging to the right, accompanied by punching and blocking movements.

Huh, he stopped, let out a breath of joy, took the towel next to him, and wiped himself.

In the two weeks or so since he came into contact with the madhouse doctor Duster Guderian, Klein seemed to have gotten rid of the coincidences, left the strange circle of always encountering supernatural events, and his life became stable. , practice shooting and fighting, transplant and develop new dishes, accumulate decent tableware and decorations with brother Benson and sister Melissa, ask captain Dunn, teammate Leonard and others about past extraordinary cases, and Go to the club to help people with divination, and strictly follow the rules that I have summed up.

This made his mind stable. If it wasn't for the fact that he would still miss the earth in the dead of night, if it wasn't for the fact that the red chimney hadn't been found out, and if it wasn't for the patterns passed by the doom puppet that occasionally appeared in his dreams, he would have to get used to it and Miss the present life.

During this period, the "Tarot Club" was convened three times. Klein did not get a new Roselle diary, but according to "Justice", she had newly met two Extraordinary people and was contacting them naturally. Circle, you should be able to trade more Roselle diaries.

And "The Hanged Man" also said that he has returned to land and is dealing with some affairs. As long as he is free, he will start looking for it immediately.

In addition, "Justice" felt that the two Extraordinary she had just met were worthy of development. For example, each had a good identity cover, each had certain and different resource channels, and each had its own persistence and strength. The characteristic is that they are not the kind of people who will sell secrets at will. The only problem is that they only have Sequence 9, which is not suitable for a high-end and strict secret organization like "Tarot Club".

High-end organization? I feel more like a pyramid scheme... At that time, "The Fool" Klein just wanted to hide his face and sigh deeply. He couldn't find the words to deal with the good self-feeling towards Miss "Justice". observation.

Of course, "Justice" was not the naive and romantic girl at the beginning. She carefully did not mention the names and characteristics of the two Extraordinary beings, for fear that the "Hanged Man" would find out about herself.

"Miss Justice said that she clearly felt the signs of the potion digestion, and maybe in three or four weeks, she will be able to complete the role of 'audience'... The formula of 'Mind Reader' has to be put on the agenda..." Wiped the body Klein put the towel aside, and while wearing his underwear, he was thinking about what happened at the "Tarot Club" the day before yesterday.

In the past twenty days, he only met Dr. Duster Guderian once, and out of the idea of ​​haste, he only chatted about the other party's status and asked the Psychological Alchemy Association some irrelevant things .

And the speed with which "Justice" digested the potion made him have to think ahead of time how to get the Sequence 8 "Mind Reader" formula from Daxter.

After buttoning his shirt one by one, Klein picked up another dry towel and wrapped it around his head to absorb the moisture from his short hair.

Compared with "Justice", his speed of digesting the "Seer" potion is not slow. By this week, in the state of meditation and spiritual vision, there have been no more things like hearing voices that shouldn't be heard, and seeing things that shouldn't be seen. .

Flip the towel,

Klein wiped his hair again, looked up at the door, and said silently to himself:

"The 'Seer's Rules' I concluded are indeed effective. Next week...next week, I should be able to completely digest the potion...The Honakis gray goat one-horn crystal and human-faced rose in the 'Joker' formula are not yet available." I know where to get it...Maybe I can learn from Ms. Daly and submit a special application...But that will definitely attract the attention of the upper echelon...I just want to develop indecently now...Aurora Society's followers in the police department have also been found, but still I don't know who Mr. Z is..."

"Henry said that the 'Red Chimney' commission can be completed before the end of this week... My private money has recovered to just over 7 pounds, so I don't have to worry about how to pay the balance..."

"There is no problem with some of the houses and residents' information he gave before, and I don't have time to check them one by one..."

"Maybe start by seeing which house with the red chimney recently changed occupants?"

"Well, that's an idea."

...

After sitting quietly for twenty or thirty seconds, he put on the gray and black trousers, put on the bow tie, fastened the gun bag, threw the replaced knight practice clothes into the laundry basket, opened the door and walked out of the bathroom—he had just finished fighting training on Wednesday afternoon Not long after, he was still at teacher Gao Wen's home.

"Hello, Mr. Moretti." Gawain's handyman just happened to pass by, and hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Klein nodded slightly, pointed to the messy and wet bathroom and said:

"Please clean it up."

"This is my duty. The laundry will be handled by the laundry lady. She will come at six o'clock." The handyman replied with her head down.

Laundry and laundry workers do not include food and lodging, and their pay is very low, so they are not only employed by one family, but often contract the clothes of many nearby residents, or rush to the market every day, and go to another house immediately after washing , or collect them all at home and process them together, and send them back one by one. Only in this way can they barely survive.

Klein didn't say any more, came to the living room, and said goodbye to the owner who was sitting in the rocking chair.

He saw Gawain with gray temples nodding his head lifelessly, with a light brown blanket spread over his legs and holding a copy of "Ahowa Evening Post" in his hand.

Klein knew that the man in front of him, bathed in the slanting sunlight, was actually just in his early fifties, but he looked as if he was eighty or ninety years old.

During the usual fighting training, Gao Wen also kept silent, and only spoke when it was time to point out. He never talked too much or chatted. Klein was so exhausted every day that he lacked the desire to take the initiative to talk, so the relationship between the two parties has not reached the present level. Still indifferent.

"Looking at Mr. Gao Wen's demonstration, his strength is quite astonishing, and his steps are quick enough. It is estimated that he can hit me three times without any problem... He has a salary from the police department, and he bought a movie in the countryside on the outskirts of Tingen. The land can be charged a fixed rent... He employs a cook, a handyman, a laundry woman... In the big foodie country on the earth, a gentleman in his fifties and sixties with such a fortune has already traveled all over the world... ..."

Klein withdrew his gaze from Gao Wen, shook his head secretly, then came to the coat rack, and took off his half-height silk top hat and thin black windbreaker.

Fully dressed, he took his cane, walked out of the house, and approached the gate along the flagstone road with weeds growing on both sides.

At this moment, he saw a two-wheeled carriage parked outside the iron fence, and a familiar man was standing there.

"Leonard?" Klein looked suspiciously at his Nighthawk teammates with disheveled hair, and whispered to himself.

Leonard was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and buttonless leather boots. He was spinning his hat in his hand. When he saw Klein coming out, he smiled and said:

"Surprise?"

There was only surprise, no joy... Klein ignored the other party's indecency, staring at the fake poet's green eyes and said:

"what's the matter?"

Leonard put his hat on and said:

"The captain asked you to cooperate with me and Frye, we will talk about it in detail on the way."

"Okay." Klein followed the other party into the carriage.

After the scenery on both sides swept back, Leonard picked up the briefcase next to him and threw it to the opposite side.

Klein caught it firmly, took out the document, and began to read it carefully.

"At 11 o'clock in the evening on August 11th, in the West End Workhouse, the bankrupt Sols attempted to set fire to create a tragedy, but in the end he only burned himself to death..."

"At 10:00 p.m. on August 11th, longshoreman Zid jumped into the Tussock River and ended his poor life..."

"At 8:00 p.m. on August 11, Mrs. Lauvis, who made a living by pasting matchboxes on Iron Cross Street, died of a sudden illness..."

...

When he saw the previous two incidents, Klein was puzzled for a while, thinking that similar deaths were too common and common, not only should they not be taken seriously by the Nighthawks, but even the police department should avoid wasting police force.

But looking down, he gradually frowned.

After turning two pages, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Leonard and said:

"Isn't that too much?"

It's hard to call normal when there are so many normal deaths that it's appalling.

Leonard nodded solemnly and said:

"Five times the normal number of fatalities in the last two weeks."

"Tingen City Police Headquarters discovered this problem during the statistics, and quickly handed over the matter to us, and handed it over to Punisher and Mechanical Heart."

"Although there is no problem with the initial verification of these deaths, the captain thinks that we must check again, and this may require the assistance of divination or ritual magic."

Klein suddenly said:

"I understand."

Leonard snapped his fingers and said:

"Me, you and Frye are in a team. He is waiting for us at Iron Cross Street. Sika, Luo Yao and Old Neil are in a team to investigate the corresponding incidents in the North District. The captain stays in the security company to deal with accidents."

"En." Klein nodded solemnly, suddenly remembered something, and asked quickly, "Can I go home first and leave a note?"

He had to tell his brother and sister that he was busy tonight and would not be at home for dinner.

Leonard laughed:

"No problem, just on the way."

Only then did Klein settle down, and looked through the death events again, trying to find connections from different methods of death, different names, and different time points.

Looking at it, he thought spontaneously:

This is my first collective mission after becoming a Nighthawk?

PS: I would like to say a few words about yesterday’s episode without spoiling it. If I want to force Klein not to turn on his spiritual vision so as to miss the observation, then I will use a softer and less uncomfortable way. For example, I turned on the spirit vision, but found nothing, or it was just a small mental problem, so there are enough reasons to explain it later.

So why stress about being too late and forgetting, why?

Anyway, have some confidence in me, hey.