Chapter 201 Inquiry

Bending against the wall and looking at the darkness across the corridor, Klein instinctively held his breath.

What is the captain doing? What happened to the captain? He is drinking blood? Did he show early signs of losing control? Ideas emerged one after another, and his mind was in a mess, unable to produce effective thinking at all.

After more than ten seconds, Klein gritted his teeth, and with the help of the "clown" to control his body, he quietly moved to the stairs.

Then, he deliberately increased his pace, walked back, and once again came to the door of Mrs. Sharon's bedroom.

Looking into it, Klein saw the captain standing there, wrapping the sealed item "3-o271" with layers of black cloth, with a solemn expression, deep gray eyes, and a clean face.

What he had just seen seemed to be a hallucination.

Looking out of the corner of his eye, Klein saw that there was nothing unusual about Kenli's body, it was still the same as before.

He secretly took a breath and asked:

"Captain, how can I confirm whether those servants are asleep? It seems impossible to judge accurately only by spiritual vision. They will have different emotional reactions due to dreaming, and they will show corresponding colors."

Dunn Smith held the "Mirror of the Psychic", silent for a few seconds, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Sorry, I forgot, I made too many mistakes tonight."

"You don't need to check, I'll make sure."

He raised one hand, pressed the center of his eyebrows, and then closed his eyes, letting the invisible ripples ripple to other rooms, to the first floor.

Whether he is asleep or not is clearly visible in front of "Nightmare".

Klein stared blankly at this scene, slowly lowered his eyes, and bit the inside of his lips.

Captain, you really just wanted to distract me just now...

What the hell are you doing, do you know what you're doing...

He turned his head abruptly and looked towards the window, only to see the crimson moon hanging high, as if it hadn't changed for thousands of years.

After calming down for a while, Klein carefully inspected the corpses of Kenley and Madam Sharon under the cover of picking up tarot cards, revolvers, half-height silk top hats and other items.

They kept the appearance when they died, and their skin became pale at an abnormal rate, with a little bruising.

It's a little strange, they seem to be missing something... It's not a specific thing, but a certain feeling... Klein said to himself silently, only feeling the cool wind blowing from the broken window making his hairs stand on end.

At this time, Dunn opened his eyes and said in a low voice:

"They are all still asleep, but a few are close to waking up."

"This is good, this is good..." Klein looked at the captain, not knowing what he was answering.

Dunn looked around and said:

"You deal with the items at the scene, and then go to the nearest police station to find someone to come over, um, by the way, go back to Zouterland Street and ask Fry to help."

Klein took a deep look at the captain, gritted his teeth and nodded:

"Um."

With Dunn's help, he almost finished handling the scene, and left Mrs. Sharon's house through the main entrance.

After passing through the garden and coming outside, Klein couldn't help but look back again, only to see that the small building was still quietly crawling in the darkness, without any light.

He turned around heavily, and according to his impressions, he quickly found the nearest police station—this is common sense that every nighthawk must remember.

Dang Dang, Klein knocked on the iron door.

Not long after, the policeman on duty at night carried a lantern, walked through the small courtyard, opened the gate, and looked suspiciously:

"What's matter?"

Klein couldn't express any expression, and with a sullen face, he took out his ID, opened it and displayed it in front of the policeman:

"There was a serious murder at No. 15 Olsner Street. You immediately call your companions to help!"

The policeman raised the lantern, looked at the documents carefully, then put his legs together, raised his hands and saluted:

"Yes, sir!"

After dealing with this matter, Klein returned to Zouterand Street in a rented carriage.

Along the way, he sat in the dark compartment,

Thoughts are messy and scattered:

Conley is dead...

I remember he just got engaged...his parents are still alive...

What exactly was the captain doing just now...

Does he thirst for blood...

Or, with another purpose...

His memory is still so bad, and it hasn't improved significantly, which shows that he has no early signs of losing control!

However, he has known the "acting method" for a while, does the lack of improvement in memory also indicate that there are some problems in the dark...

Do not! It must be that the captain is still figuring out how to play "Nightmare"!

...By the way, one of the important reasons for Kenli's death was the sealed item "3-o271", which was given to him by the captain...

What am I thinking! It was an inevitable choice at the time!

...It is also the captain's suggestion to use the sealed item "3-o271"...

Calm down, calm down, don't think blindly, and don't wait, lest the situation worsen!

Wait until I send a letter to Ms. Daly to see if she knows what this situation means. Even if she doesn't know the specific answer, she will definitely understand the danger involved and inform the Holy Church in time...

That should nip the problem in the bud and get Captain back to normal!

No, the captain may not have a problem, maybe I misunderstood something, see what Ms. Daly said...

...

When the rental carriage arrived at No. 36 Zouterand Street, Klein had already thought of a countermeasure and made a decision, and he was no longer as flustered and at a loss as before.

He walked down the stairs and climbed heavily to the door of the Blackthorn Security Company, took out the key and opened the door.

The familiar layout and scene in front of him made him feel more at ease, just like the feeling he felt every time he went to the captain for something.

Taking a breath, Klein came to the Nighthawks entertainment room, and saw Frye reading a book alone under the light of the gas lamp.

He looked sideways at Klein, his cold and gloomy face showed obvious concern and tension:

"What happened?"

"Where are the captain and Kenli?"

Klein replied in a hoarse voice:

"Korn Li died, at the hands of Mrs. Sharon, we all made mistakes..."

"The captain is guarding the scene there, asking you to help."

Before leaving, Dunn explained the specific situation to Frye, telling him that if they failed to come back within two hours, they would send a telegram to the Holy Church immediately. Similarly, because they needed to apply for the sealed item "3—o271", They want to enter the Chanis Gate at night, so Luo Yao, who is on duty in the guard room, also knows what tasks they are about to perform—according to the internal regulations of the Nighthawks, to open the Chanis Gate at night, you must get the captain's permission. , can only be entered by the captain.

Frye was stunned for a moment, sighed lowly, and drew a crimson moon on his chest.

He put on his coat and hat, and walked towards the door. When he passed Klein, he suddenly said in a low voice:

"You don't need to blame yourself, making mistakes is something that can never be avoided."

"We always believe in our teammates."

"Hmm..." Klein closed his eyes, and his vision seemed to become blurred.

He and Frye went underground first, told Luo Yao, then locked the door of the Blackthorn Security Company, and rushed to Mrs. Sharon's house on Olsner Street.

By the time they brought back Kenley's body and Mrs. Sharon's hideous corpse with half of her head missing, it was already past midnight.

Dunn, who was wearing a thin black windbreaker, stood at the door of the "mortuary", silently looking inside, and turned his head to Klein after a long time before saying:

"You go home first, you have just experienced a fierce battle, you must be very tired."

"Okay." Klein didn't refuse.

He pursed his lips, glanced at the captain, left the Blackthorn Security Company quietly, and returned to Narcissus Street in a taxi.

Same as last time, he easily entered his bedroom and locked the door behind him.

Pulling out the ritual silver dagger, Klein created a spiritual wall that sealed off the room, then sat down at the desk, spread out the paper, picked up the pen, and eagerly wrote:

"Dear Ms. Daly:"

"I found that something is wrong with the captain recently. He quietly..."

After writing this, Klein suddenly stopped the pen, his mind went blank, he didn't know how to answer or describe it.

Snapped!

He threw away the pen suddenly, grabbed the paper in front of him, crumpled it into a ball, and then thumped the table.

As the sound of thud echoed, Klein closed his eyes, covered his face with his hands, and did not move for a long time, as if he had turned into a statue.

After a full five minutes like this, he sighed, put down his right hand, lit the ball of waste paper spiritually, and watched it turn into ashes and fall into the trash can.

After organizing his thoughts, Klein spread out a new piece of paper and wrote again:

"Dear Ms. Daly:"

"We just finished a mission and sadly lost a teammate, the specific situation is this..."

"...At that time, I thought that my current level of spiritual vision could not confirm whether the servants were asleep, and divination one by one would be very troublesome, so I walked back and planned to ask the captain for advice. At this time, through the reflection of the mirror, I saw the captain half lying down Next to Keenli's body, there was dark red blood around the mouth."

"I don't know what happened, and I don't know what state the captain is in. I hope you can give me an answer."

...

After finishing writing, Klein read it through with a heavy heart, and folded the letter paper.

Then, he set up a ceremony, activated his spirit vision, summoned Daly's messenger, and summoned that strange face with no eyes, no nose and only a mouth.

Seeing the sticking out bright red tongue covered with irregular fangs and the five tiny pale fingers on the top of the tongue, Klein passed the letter in silence.

When everything was back to normal, he sat down again and continued writing.

This time, he wants to ask Mr. Ards:

"...During a recent mission, something unusual happened to my boss. He pushed me away and half-lyed next to the corpse of his teammate. His mouth was covered with dark red blood."

"In your memory, is there anything similar? How can I help my boss?"

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