Chapter 170 Copper Whistle

Klein turned to the captain's office, and saw that the door was wide open, and Dunn Smith was leaning back in his chair, sniffing his pipe lightly.

Sweeping his gray eyes, Dunn changed his sitting posture and said:

"You are in very good condition, not at all like you just finished taking the potion."

"Perhaps this is the benefit of being promoted after being thoroughly digested." Klein closed the door casually, pulled out a chair and sat down.

He and Dunn both knew the "acting method" and could exchange related issues normally without being bound by the oath, but at this time, the two of them tacitly did not mention this matter, and fell silent at the same time after asking and answering.

Klein thought for a moment, then asked:

"His Excellency Sesima has left?"

"Yes, as a senior deacon, he has other things to do." Dunn pondered for a few seconds and said, "Well, he took away the pair of red eyes left by Old Neil."

Klein asked in surprise and bewilderment:

"why?"

Dunn picked up the coffee, took a sip, and said in silence for a long time:

"We can't deceive ourselves. The out-of-control team members have actually turned into monsters, and I told you that after the monster dies, there will be some things that are rich in extraordinary power. If these things are uncontrollable and have various problems, they must be eliminated. Seals, um, this is one of the sources of sealed items, and the internal rules of the Nighthawks are that the items left by the out-of-control team members should be kept off-site, so as not to irritate his companions."

"Understandable regulations." Klein nodded slightly.

Suddenly, he keenly noticed that the captain had missed a possibility just now, so he asked suspiciously:

"What if the supernatural power-rich things left behind after the death of the 'monster' are controllable?"

Dunn looked at him, his gray eyes were as deep as the most peaceful night.

He sighed and said:

"You don't want to know the answer."

...Klein was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized a certain possibility:

Normal monsters will leave extraordinary materials behind, which are used to prepare corresponding potions.

What about the monsters that runaways turn into?

If the things they leave behind are of the controllable type,

Will it also be regarded as extraordinary material...

Thinking of this, Klein suddenly felt a strong nausea, and couldn't help retching his head a few times, causing his vision to become blurred.

This is really a chilling guess...but it is very likely to be close to the truth and close to the answer! In an instant, he had a deeper understanding of the words "in order to resist the abyss, one must bear the corrosion of the abyss", "the guardians, and a group of poor people who are always fighting against danger and madness".

Could this be one of the reasons why the church concealed the "acting method"? Some degree of recycling? But this will make the higher-ups themselves betray the church... Klein's heart clearly reflected his changing expression.

Seeing his reaction, Dunn suddenly smiled, and some light flickered in his gray eyes:

"You can think of it on the bright side, our companions accompany us in a different way."

"They will always be with us."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dunn lowered his head, picked up the coffee, and brought it to his mouth.

After another ten seconds of silence, he leaned back slightly, raised his head and said:

"And you can rest assured that as long as extraordinary materials from normal sources can be collected, we will not do what you think."

"Okay, according to the regulations, you who have just been promoted can get a day's rest. It is up to you to decide whether you want to practice fighting in the afternoon, but you must find someone to inform Gao Wen."

Klein nodded slightly, took a deep breath, straightened his back and said:

"Captain, I have finished my occult studies, and I want to spend the next morning learning skills in tracking and surveillance."

He paused, and added with a serious expression:

"I want to fulfill the responsibilities of the Nighthawks as soon as possible."

Dunn took a deep look at him and said with emotion:

"You're tougher than I thought, so do what you want."

"Yes, Captain!" Klein stood up abruptly, drawing a crimson moon on his chest.

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After leaving the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein didn't go home directly to rest, but took this opportunity to take a trackless public carriage to the home of Instructor Azik.

Jingle, jingle.

Azik, who was wearing a white shirt and black vest, opened the door amidst the crisp bell.

There is a golden watch chain at the button of his vest, hanging there obliquely, connected to the pocket watch.

"You don't need to work?" Azik glanced at the sky and found that the sun hadn't climbed to the top yet.

"Because of some special circumstances, I was arranged to take turns off." Klein briefly explained.

Azik glanced at him, nodded as if he saw something, and got out of the way.

Entering the hall, Klein put away his cane, took off his hat, and followed Azik all the way to his living room.

The living room is furnished with a fireplace, rocking chair, sofa, and coffee table, and Klein sat in the usual seat with familiarity.

Azik on the opposite side pointed to the cigar on the coffee table with a smile and said:

"Would you like one?"

"No." Klein shook his head resolutely.

Azik didn't persuade him any more, he lit the fire by himself, picked up a cigar to warm up, and asked casually at the same time:

"Is the matter in Morse town settled?"

"I have to thank you." Klein said sincerely.

At the same time, he silently complained in his heart:

Mr. Azik, before you lost your memory, you must have left yourself a lot of wealth. Otherwise, how can a faculty member who is not even an associate professor enjoy cigars often?

Taking advantage of the opportunity that the other party was concentrating on fiddling with cigars, he took the initiative to say:

"Mr. Azik, I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter?" Azik asked without looking up.

Klein slowed down, organized his words and said:

"One of my colleagues lost control and turned into a monster. I wonder if his soul is also contaminated?"

He didn't know whether Mr. Ards understood the meaning of losing control, so he prepared the corresponding explanation and description, and waited for the other party to ask questions.

Ards stopped what he was doing, raised his head, looked at Klein, nodded and said:

"There is no doubt about this."

"When you encounter a similar situation, you have to distinguish carefully. If the direct cause of his loss of control is the temptation of evil gods or demons, then try to avoid psychic communication. This may bring you fatal danger."

"I understand." Klein let out a sigh of frustration.

When Old Neil was at home, he was emotionally unstable and forgot about the psychic, and Dunn Smith didn't remind him, so that he completely missed the opportunity.

Now that I think about it, the captain didn't forget, but didn't mention it on purpose... Klein was silent for a few seconds thoughtfully.

He didn't dwell on it anymore, and instead mentioned what happened before:

"Mr. Azik, I tried to divination the source of the haunting incident in the small town of Morse, and saw a pyramid mausoleum extending upside down and extending underground. My companion told me that it was a symbol of the god of death, and it was his The glory that only descendants can get."

Azik had just put down the match and picked up the cigar cutter, and suddenly stood there, without moving for a long time.

He sat back and leaned against the back of the sofa, with an unusually solemn expression.

After a while, he said in a low voice:

"It felt familiar to me, but it didn't remind me of anything more."

"It's a pity." Klein sighed sincerely.

He thought he could use the revelation obtained from that divination to further awaken Mr. Ards' memory.

Azik cut off the cigar cap, shook his head and smiled wryly:

"If it was very easy to recall the past, I think I would have found a way to get rid of my fate."

"Of course, I have to be grateful for your kindness and thank you for always remembering my things."

He thought for a while and said:

"By the way, I will be leaving Tingen soon."

"Why?" Klein asked in amazement.

Didn't you agree to find out who is behind my fate and stole your child's skull?

Ards took the cigar, sighed and explained:

"The target may have noticed my attention and pursuit. There has been no movement during this period of time, leaving me with no clues. Therefore, I plan to leave Tingen temporarily and go to Backlund. On the one hand, I will take the opportunity to find the place I left before I lost my memory on the other hand, let the target relax its vigilance."

That’s right, Mr. Azik’s most recent amnesia was near Backlund University... Unfortunately, you have no way to investigate houses with red chimneys instead of me... Klein nodded solemnly:

"I will pay close attention to this matter. Once the target takes action and is exposed, I will notify you immediately."

"Well, Mr. Ards, how should I inform you in time?"

In Klein's mind, if Azik is a descendant of the god of death, or has some connection with the god of death, then his power type should be close to the "corpse collector" sequence. "Things.

In other words, this can prove from the side whether Azik is related to the god of death and whether he belongs to his descendants.

Ards took a puff on his cigar, thought for a dozen seconds, and took off an accessory from his left cuff.

This is a delicate, old copper whistle, with many strange patterns on it that make it full of mysterious charm.

"This is an item that I carried with me when I woke up in Backlund. You only need to blow it to summon a messenger that belongs to me." Azik held the copper whistle and explained in detail. .

After so many years, this copper whistle still works? This is a magical item, right? Klein was surprised by this matter, but also delighted that he had indirectly proved that Mr. Azik had a certain connection with the Grim Reaper.

After glancing at Klein, Azik brought the copper whistle to his mouth and set up a demonstration.

He suddenly puffed up his cheeks on both sides and blew hard.

There was no sound in the room, but Klein felt cold and cold instantly.

He tapped his left teeth quickly, and saw hazy white bones thrown out one after another on the floor next to him, forming a weird fountain.

A few seconds later, an illusory monster appeared in the living room.

Its whole body was made of white bones, with jet-black flames flickering in its eye sockets. It was nearly four meters tall, and it was looking down at Klein, who was less than 1.75 meters tall.

Seeing that the other party was almost going through the ceiling, Klein flashed a thought in a daze:

"Mr. Ards, is your 'messenger' too exaggerated?"

Azik didn't notice his thoughts at all, and smiled and said:

"After giving the letter to it, blow the copper whistle again, this will end the summoning, and it will soon deliver the letter to me in a secret way."

After finishing speaking, Azik flicked his wrist and threw the old copper whistle to the opposite side.

Klein reached out with his right hand and grasped it accurately, feeling cold but soft to the touch.

Thanks to the "Joker" potion... He silently breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the whistle clean, and blew hard.

Without a sound, the huge messenger disintegrated into hazy white bones, and got into the floor.

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The Tussock River runs through Backlund, leaving many docks here.

Alger Wilson, wearing the priest's robe of the Church of the Storm, walked slowly off the passenger ship.

He saw people coming and going on the pier, countless porters were sweating, and the scene was lively and noisy.

"It's been a long time, Backlund." Argel murmured silently to himself.