Chapter 141 Nightmare

The exhausted Klein lifted the sealed spirituality wall, and let the cool night wind blow on his face with the smell of grass and trees, which woke him up a bit.

He rubbed the warm and classical Sealed Artifact 3-o782 in his palm, and sighed sincerely in his heart:

Who would have thought that a drop of divine blood would be fused into this badge? It is estimated that the powerful members of the Church of the Eternal Sun have searched for it, but failed to find it.

Stretching his neck, Klein didn't dare to try other ideas, and put the mutated holy emblem of the sun on the inside of the thin windbreaker.

He followed the chain, took out a silver pocket watch with arabesques, snapped it open, took a look, and found that there was still more than an hour before the corpse collector Frye came to change shift.

My eyelids need two matches to support them, this is the sequelae of death! Klein had no choice but to take out a metal vial from a small dark pocket, unplug it, and bring it to his nose.

The choking smell of mint and disinfectant quickly penetrated into his nose, irritating him to the point of pimples, his spirits lifted, and his sleepiness was instantly forgotten.

This is the formula he learned from the corpse collector Frye. It is called Kragg's Oil. It can help people fight against the stench of decay and other odors, and it also has a refreshing effect.

For the next hour or so, Klein was extremely tormented. He stood up and walked around from time to time, and was bitten and sucked blood by mosquitoes in the woods several times.

Finally, he saw Frye, with a high nose, thin lips, black blue eyes, wearing a thin windbreaker, walking out of the town with a cane.

Although the other party still looked cold and gloomy like a living corpse, Klein seemed to see the savior. He covered his mouth and yawned with tears in his eyes. He greeted him and took the sealed item 3 from the inside of his clothes— o782.

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

Klein sighed and said:

I was on duty at Chanis Gate last night,

I didn't sleep well again this morning, so I'm very sleepy now.

He didn't mention this matter much, and changed the topic and said: I will rotate after four hours?

Seven hours, the captain does not need to sleep in the middle of the night. Frye took over the mutated sun symbol.

Immortal cultivation makes people happy Klein silently slandered the captain, 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 checked the time:

Hey, ten minutes earlier than the agreed time

What a warm person! Klein smiled, speeded up, returned to the hotel, pushed open the half-closed door, walked up to the second floor under the boss's scrutiny, and entered his room.

Locking the door, taking off his coat and shoes, he didn't wash himself, and fell down directly on the bed.

In just ten seconds, his breath first became heavy, and then it was long and steady.

In his sleep, Klein returned to Earth, and in front of him was a game he hadn't cleared. On the left was iced cola and spicy chicken wings, and on the right was bitter bamboo shoot soup and rice.

He has never eaten bitter bamboo shoots, but he likes to use it as a material and add meat slices to make a soup. The soup is refreshing and appetizing with a bit of greasy aroma, which is perfect for making rice.

With a plate of good dipping sauce, he can eat a whole bowl of rice more than usual!

Just when Klein was about to enjoy supper and play games frantically, the scene in his dream changed suddenly, re-presenting the internal layout of No. 2 Narcissus Street.

Klein suddenly became alert, knowing clearly that he was in a dream.

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

He turned his head subconsciously, looked at the door, and suddenly saw a figure standing outside the oriel window corresponding to the living room, quietly gazing at the figure inside the house!

Klein was startled, and immediately recognized that it was Dunn with gray eyes. He pressed half of his face against the window, silently looking at the people inside.

Captain, don't scare people in your dreams, okay? This is how you play Nightmare? Klein thought angrily and amusedly, took out a spoon, scooped up a piece of beef, and put it in his mouth.

Well, it's my craft! He secretly sighed, and understood why he suddenly woke up in a dream, and why the scene of the earth disappeared in an instant.

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

At this moment, Dunn left the oriel window, pushed open the door of Moretti's house, and walked quietly across from Klein in a black windbreaker.

He took off his hat, nodded lightly, sat down, picked up the knife, fork and spoon without any politeness, and quickly ate the tomato oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, mashed potatoes, oatmeal bread and other food on the table clean.

Klein stared blankly, not knowing what the captain wanted to do.

Phew, Dunn exhaled contentedly, gave Klein a thumbs up, then took out his pipe and matches, and took a sip intoxicated.

After exhaling smoke, he stood up, took his hat, gave an old-fashioned but steady salute, and walked away from Moretti's house and this dream.

Klein looked at the captain's back, unable to recover for a long time.

He looked down at the empty plate, subconsciously wanting to reproduce the food just now.

However, this time, neither tomato oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, nor mashed potatoes continued to appear in his dreams.

Was completely 'swallowed'? This is the ability of 'Nightmare'? The corner of Klein's mouth twitched, and he thought helplessly, so, the captain's purpose is to prevent me from eating supper in my dreams? This is really a nightmare, this 'Nightmare' is really creative

He let out a laugh, exited the dreamland, and fell asleep again.

At half past five the next morning, Klein, who had to get up early, drank coffee, ate toast and bacon, and hurried outside the town to replace Dunn.

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

Before ten o'clock, they arrived at No. 36 Zouterland Street. The energetic Dunn put the Sealed Artifact 3—o782 back behind Chanis Gate, and Frye sat in front of the mechanical typewriter. Under the circumstances, write yesterday's task report and the reimbursement application for corresponding consumption in person.

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 mosquitoes and insects.

He didn't go home right away, because he had written a coded letter to make an appointment with Dr. Daxter of the lunatic asylum at one o'clock in the afternoon to meet at the scheduled place.

Then there will be a Tarot meeting at three o'clock, why is my byiss, a secret organization, living so tired? Klein talked to himself silently, and lay down in the Nighthawks' lounge for two hours to catch up on his sleep.

He is not worried about forgetting the knowledge and things he acquired last night, which can be recalled by divination. What he is afraid of is that he will ignore the existence of these knowledge and things, and even lose the idea of ​​divination them. Therefore, Before going to bed, he went over all the details in his mind to deepen his impression.

This is why Klein insists on writing summaries every week and sorting out various situations.

After lunch, he took a look at his pocket watch, put on his hat and left the Blackthorn Security Company, and came to the shooting club at No. 3 Zouterand Street.

Pushing open the door and entering the reception hall, Klein did not go directly to the shooting range belonging to the Nighthawks, but found a seat in the hall and sat down, holding the black cane with both hands and waiting patiently.

The place where he and Daxter agreed to meet was at this Zouterand Street Shooting Club!

And the way they agreed was to write a letter. When Klein needed to meet, he would write to Dr. Daxter Guderian as a family member of the patient, asking about a special disease called split personality. In the letter, Klein Ryan would refer to the word audience in various ways to confirm his identity with the ink dots in hidden locations, and the time point inadvertently written in the letter was the time point of meeting.

As for the meeting place, it was already decided during their first meeting. If Klein felt that it was time to change places, he would explain it during the interview.

When Dust Guderian wants to meet but is not in a hurry, he can send the letter to the Hound Tavern, or this shooting club, and the recipient is Mr. Hornakis, waiting for Klein to pick it up regularly.

If he has an emergency, he must directly deliver the letter to Wright, the owner of the Hound Tavern, and he must mention looking for mercenaries. In this way, Wright, who is a peripheral member of the Nighthawks, will immediately send the letter to the Blackthorn Security Company.

After waiting for a while, two minutes before one o'clock, Klein saw Daxter, who had a rather gentle demeanor, walk into the lobby of the shooting club.

He was wearing a black silk top hat, a well-fitting tuxedo, a cane inlaid with silver in his hand, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face.

Daxter unobtrusively looked around for half a circle, and saw Klein nodding slightly, so he withdrew his gaze, walked to the front desk, and skillfully applied for a shooting range and rented guns.

—He has been here once.

Small shooting range No. 7, 3 soli per hour, revolver rental fee, 1 soli and 6 pence per hour, including six bullets. The girl in charge of the reception quickly settled the matter.

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

Klein waited for another five minutes before slowly getting up. He carried his cane and went outside the small shooting range No. 7, knocking on the door.

With a squeak, the door cracked open. Dust first looked around vigilantly, and then stepped aside.

Klein immediately dodged in and locked the door behind him.

Good afternoon, Mr. Durst. While talking, he took out a 10 soli banknote and handed it to the other party. We will not let peripheral members pay for the meeting fee.

Because I can reimburse him, he silently added.

Daxter did not refuse, accepted the cash, and then asked in a deep voice:

Officer Moretti, why did you meet me this time?

: The second is asking for a monthly ticket~

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