Chapter 13 Nighthawks
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Klein couldn't help but take a step back, not knowing for a moment whether he was awake or still in a dream.
The figure took off the black top hat, bowed slightly, and said with a low smile:
"Get to know each other again, Nighthawk, Dunn Smith."
Night watchman? The code name of the Beyonder team of the Church of the Evernight Goddess mentioned by "Justice" and "The Hanged Man"? Klein was stunned. Before thinking about it again, he blurted out:
"You manipulate dreams? You made me have a dream like the one just now?"
Nighthawk Dunn Smith put on his black top hat again, covering his slightly higher hairline, and said with a smile in his dark gray eyes:
"No, I'm just entering your dream and doing the necessary guidance."
His voice was mellow and soft, which echoed in the dark and shimmering corridor without disturbing others:
"In dreams, although there are usually repressed emotions and various dark psychological magnifications, making everything seem chaotic, absurd and crazy, but the reality still exists and is still hidden in it. For a veteran like me, everything is Obvious and easy to see, I believe in you more in my dreams than in you when I am awake."
This...how can normal people control their dreams? If I dream of something on Earth, wouldn't it be discovered by Dunn Smith? Klein was startled, full of fear for what happened in his dream.
But he quickly tasted something weird again, because he remembered that he was sober and rational in the dream, knowing what to say and what not to say.
Simply put, it's not like a dream at all!
So Dunn Smith just "sees" what I want him to see?
Klein's thoughts turned sharply, and he vaguely understood.
Is this a benefit that comes from time travel, such as the special nature of one's own spirit, or is it the additional influence of the "transportation ceremony"?
"So, Mr. Smith, are you sure that I really lost my memory?" Klein asked rhetorically.
Dunn Smith did not answer directly, but gave him a deep look:
"You're not surprised by such a thing?"
"The clients I met before, even if they had just finished their dreams, did not believe that they would have extraordinary powers, and would rather think that they had not really woken up."
Klein said "um":
"Maybe it's because I'm praying, expecting such power to help me."
"It's very interesting to think about logic... Maybe you survived not only because of luck." Dunn nodded without a smile, "I can now confirm that you really lost part of your memory because of this incident, especially the one related to the incident itself. ."
"Then I can go back?" Klein heaved a sigh of relief and asked tentatively.
Dunn put one hand in his pocket and walked over slowly, the night around him became quiet and soft.
"No, you still have to go see the 'expert' with me." The corners of his mouth turned up politely.
"Why?" Klein blurted out, hurriedly adding, "You don't believe in your own guidance of dreams?"
What a joke, if the "expert" is good at hypnosis, mind reading and other abilities, wouldn't my biggest secret be exposed?
The result is unimaginable!
"I've always been humble, but I still have some confidence in dreams." Dunn replied calmly and calmly, "However, it's good to reconfirm the key and important things, not to mention, she and I are very good at it. Different, maybe it can help you recover some memory.”
Before Klein could say anything, his voice became deeper:
"After all, you are concerned with the whereabouts of the Antigonus family notebook."
"What?" Klein was startled.
Dunn stopped in front of him, his gray eyes stared at his eyes and said:
"There was no note from the Fourth Epoch at the scene, not in the whole house, Welch was dead, Naya was dead,
You are the only clue. "
"...Okay." Klein was silent for a moment, then exhaled.
The notes are gone...this is really weird!
I didn't even think about the whereabouts of that Fourth Epoch notebook before!
Dunn nodded invisibly, passed Klein, and said:
"You lock the door and go to Welch's place with me now, where the 'expert' is waiting for us."
Taking a silent breath, Klein's heart pounded and he felt uneasy.
He refused, and even wanted to run away, but he believed that due to the rut of the dream, Dunn Smith must have raised his guard, and with the strength gap between normal and extraordinary, forcibly doing it would not have much chance of success .
He must have a pistol on him... he should have practiced shooting many times...
Various ideas clashed violently in his mind, and Klein finally chose to recognize the reality:
"OK."
Hey, I can only take one step at a time, maybe the special in my dream will work again...
"Let's go then." Dunn's tone didn't waver at all.
Klein turned around and followed two steps before suddenly stopping:
"Mr. Smith, I...I want to go to the bathroom first."
I came out to go to the toilet...
Dunn didn't stop it, but gave him a deep look and said:
"No problem, Klein, believe me, in the dark night, I'm far stronger than you think."
In the dark... Klein repeated these words silently.
He didn't try recklessly, and honestly solved the bloating in his lower abdomen, and then washed his face with cold water to calm himself down completely.
After changing his clothes and closing the door of his house, Klein followed Dunn down the stairs gently and walked towards the door of the apartment.
In this calm, Dunn Smith suddenly said:
"At the end of the dream, why do you want to run away? What are you afraid of?"
Klein's thoughts were like electricity, and he replied while thinking:
"I don't remember what I did at Welch's house, and I don't remember whether it directly caused the death of him and Naya. I'm afraid that it will be confirmed to me in the end. I don't dare to bet on this. It's better to run away and go to the southern continent to start. new life."
"If it were me, I would do the same." Dunn pushed open the door of the apartment, letting the cool breeze in the middle of the night blow away the sultry heat inside.
He was not afraid of Klein's escape, and he got into the carriage first. It was the one that Klein had seen in his dream. It was a four-wheeled, single-horse, and a coachman. The side of the carriage was engraved with a police system with "Double swords crossed, surrounded by a crown" logo.
Klein followed and entered, and found that there was a thick carpet inside, filled with the aroma of calming body and mind.
Sitting down at random, he looked for a topic and tried to find out more:
"Mr. Smith, if, I mean, if the 'experts' confirm that I really forgot that part of my memory, and there's no other evidence that I'm the perpetrator, not the victim, then that's the end of the matter?"
"Theoretically, we will find that notebook in other ways. As long as it still exists, we will be able to find it. Of course, before this, we will confirm that there is no curse on you, no evil spirit left behind, and no correspondence. I can meet the future life in a safe and healthy way." Dunn Smith showed a slightly odd smile.
Klein keenly grasped this point, and without being relieved, he quickly asked:
"Theoretically?"
"Yes, only in theory. This field is always full of twisted, unreasonable, unbelievable things." Dunn looked into Klein's eyes and said, "Their continuation, their end , sometimes, it is not something we can foresee and control.”
"Like?" Klein was a little scared for a while.
On the almost deserted street, the carriage drove fast, Dunn took out his pipe and took a sniff:
"Just when we thought it was over and everything was back to normal, it came again in a terrifying, terrifying way."
"A few years ago, we dealt with a case of a cult. They organized believers to commit suicide to complete living sacrifices to please the evil god. After one of the believers was selected, the instinct for survival overcame folly, dissent, and delusion. Phantom medicine, secretly ran to the police station and reported the case."
"The matter was handed over to us. It's a very small task, because that cult has no Beyonders, and the gods sacrificed are even thought up by their leaders. For the sake of making money and enjoying themselves, they have wiped out their humanity."
"We only used two team members and the cooperation of the police to successfully solve the cult, and none of them slipped through the net. We also confirmed that the person who reported the crime had no smell left by evil spirits, no curses, and more. No mental disorders, no personality problems, no other odd marks."
"After that, his career has developed well, he married a good wife, gave birth to a boy and a girl, all the shadows seem to be far away from him, and the horror and blood of the past seem to have completely dissipated."
Having said that, Dunn Smith smiled and said:
"But just in March of this year, he was in a good financial situation, with a deep relationship between husband and wife, and with a smart and lovely child. He died, and he strangled himself to death in the office."
The crimson moonlight outside the carriage window shone on Dunn Smith.
At this moment, his seemingly self-deprecating smile made Klein feel embarrassed, indescribably scary.
"I strangled myself to death..." Klein silently took a breath, as if he saw his tragic ending.
Even if he escaped a catastrophe, is he only able to escape for a while?
Is there any way to solve it completely?
Let yourself become an Extraordinary to fight?
The carriage was silent, and Klein's countless thoughts emerged and fell again.
In such an unspeakable silence, the carriage traveled for a long time and went very fast.
Just when Klein made up his mind and planned to shamelessly ask Dunn Smith for advice, the carriage stopped.
"Mr. Smith, Welch's place is here." The coachman's voice entered their ears.
"Let's go down." En Deng took care of the black trench coat that reached his knees. "Oh, let me introduce in advance that the 'expert' disguised as the most well-known psychic in Ahowa County."
Klein restrained his other thoughts and asked curiously:
"What about her actual identity?"
Dunn turned his body halfway, turned around, and said with deep gray eyes:
"A true 'psychic'."