Chapter 189 Excavation

Who? Klein raised his head abruptly and looked towards the door.

He felt that he was suffering from a disease now, the disease of being afraid of the doorbell ringing, which was exactly the same as the symptom of being afraid of incoming calls from the mobile phone when he was on earth.

Putting down the newspapers and magazines, and looking at the empty tray with no condiments left, Klein got up and walked towards the door.

Before holding the handle, he already knew that Dr. Allen was outside.

Don't you even have to go to work? Klein muttered, and reached out to open the door.

"Good morning, Allen, today's fog is gray." He said with a smile.

Allen still had that indifferent expression, but with a little more anxiety and fear.

He pushed the gold-rimmed glasses, without bothering to say hello, and said straightforwardly:

"Sherlock, I'm dreaming again! I'm dreaming of Will Auceptin again!"

ah? Klein almost froze there.

Isn't it right? The authentic thousand paper cranes are here with me, above the gray mist, and the thousand paper cranes I made are with the Nighthawks. If you bring an inferior thousand paper cranes made by the Nighthawks, you can continue to dream of Will Onsai Ting? This is not science, no, this is not mysticism... Klein suddenly became serious, and immediately asked:

"Is it still the dream from before?"

"No, it's not that scary this time." Allen calmed down a little instead, "I dreamed of Green Cemetery, do you know Green Cemetery?"

"I know." Klein replied succinctly.

Outside the Green Cemetery, he caught a group of students dancing spirits and a occultist named Kopusti, who was a picky occultist, and got another copper whistle that could summon a messenger from the latter.

Allen took a breath of cold air and continued:

"I dreamed of the woods outside Green's Cemetery. I dreamed of a birch tree with its bark off its waist. Will Auceptin was sitting under this tree, looking at me quietly."

"And then?" Klein pressed.

Allen shook his head: "The dream ends here."

What a strange thing... Could it be that Dr. Allen's dream has nothing to do with that paper crane? No, if it's irrelevant, there won't be a situation where the dream changes after changing the thousand paper cranes.

Moreover, I also used the Thousand Paper Crane to divination above the gray mist, and got corresponding revelations... Klein thought about it and said:

"This is beyond my understanding, Alan, what do you want me to do?"

Allen's hot breath drifted into the air and turned into a white mist: "I want to take a look outside Green's Cemetery, right now, during the day, can you protect me? I will pay the entrustment fee, £1."

Now to explore the scene that appeared in the dream? There shouldn't be anything too weird during the day... Klein thought for a while and said, "I can accept this commission, but I suggest you go to the church first and tell the bishop you are familiar with the dream about. "

Allen let out a "huh" and then said with some doubts: "Why do you always suggest me to go to church? I know, you explained it before, in a very logical way, if there is magical power, it can always dominate the human world The church must be the one with the strongest magical power, if not, then going to the church can at least get psychological comfort and corresponding network resources, but, a thing that is not too strange, why do you suggest me to go to the church?"

Klein thought about it for two seconds, and replied solemnly:

"I am a detective, and I have access to many unusual things, so I understand the special nature of the church, and I know when and under what circumstances I should seek help from them."

"Really?" Allen said with a serious face.

Klein immediately raised the corner of his mouth:

"Kidding.

"Alan, take it easy, I'll change clothes first, uh, and wash the dishes."

He chatted with Alan at the door for a long time without wearing a thick coat, his body stiffened by the cold wind.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Klein went to the bathroom, went above the gray mist, divined the degree of danger of this commission, and came to the conclusion that there was almost no risk.

If he gets a very dangerous revelation, his plan is to use the Church of the Evernight Goddess to reject the entrustment.

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Hillston District, Starry Church.

"Sherlock, why don't you hire a maid? As a great detective, you can afford several servants." Allen asked doubtfully as he led Klein into the largest church of the Evernight Church in Hillston.

This is something he wanted to ask on the carriage, but he never found a chance to cut into this topic.

Klein sighed and said heavily:

"Alan, let me tell you a story. Once there was a detective who hired two maids, a cook, and an assistant. He lived a pretty good life. But one day, he took over a case and successfully locked the murderer. , the murderer was a very savage and cruel person. With the idea of ​​revenge, he sneaked into the detective's house.

"The detective was an expert in fighting and was only slightly wounded in the end, but two of his servants died as a result.

"Alan, do you understand?"

"I understand." Alan's tone was filled with obvious sympathy, "Sherlock, so you still have such an experience."

No, the protagonist has nothing to do with me, this is just a story I just made up... I can't tell you directly, I have been involved in many strange and mysterious incidents, and there are often dark secrets at home, can you invite a servant It's best not to invite... Klein looked ahead and let out a long sigh.

The cleaning of his room is mainly done by Mrs. Starling Summer's maid, twice a week, only the most basic cleaning, 1 soli each time.

While speaking, the two had already entered the hall of Fanxing Church.

Adhering to the consistent style of the Evernight Goddess Church, it is dark, quiet, and candles are scarce.

At the front of the hall is the holy platform engraved with the holy emblem of darkness, on which stars are inlaid with self-luminous pearls, and red gems are used to form a crimson moon, and the rest of the place is completely dark night.

At a glance, there are dots of dots and crimson, which is very sacred.

But Klein felt that this was not as good as the design of St. Selina's Church in Tingen City. The hall was completely dark, and only light penetrated from the front. From one fist-sized round hole after another, it made people feel as if they could directly see the starry sky. Genuine awe from the heart.

However, there is also a problem with that design. At night, the effect will be lost... Klein sat down at a random place, took off the half-height silk top hat, and leaned on the black hardwood cane, while Alan continued to walk along. Go down the aisle and go straight to the confessional to find the bishop.

Sitting in such a hall, looking at the devout prayers around him, Klein suddenly felt peaceful in his heart.

Speaking of which, it's only the third time I've entered the goddess' church... He smiled self-deprecatingly.

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Cold Winter County, inside the Church of Tranquility.

Leonard Mitchell put on a black windbreaker and red gloves, and entered the room belonging to Senior Deacon Crestel Sesima.

"Congratulations, you have officially become a red glove. May the goddess bless you." Sesima drew a crimson moon on her chest.

He still covered his mouth with the high neckline.

"Praise the goddess, it is my honor." Leonard raised his right hand and tapped it clockwise four times.

Sesima didn't say much, and went straight to the point:

"According to your own request, I put you in the Soest team. He is a 'requiem master' and has his own magical items. I have also ordered someone to prepare for you the extraordinary weapons you need. .

"Recently, you are mainly in charge of a demon summoning case, and also take care of collecting some clues, for example, the incidents related to the Tarot ritual that happened continuously in Backlund."

"Yes, Your Excellency Sesima." Leonard didn't have any opinion on this.

This will be the beginning of my revenge... he said silently in his heart.

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West District, outside Green Cemetery.

Accompanied by Dr. Allen, Klein walked for a long time in the nearby woods, coughing from time to time due to falling gray dust.

"Perhaps such a tree does not exist, and the things in the dream cannot be completely reflected in reality." In the end, Allen himself was a little uncertain.

Fortunately, I'm good at finding things... Klein pointed in a direction with his cane:

"Let's take a look over there again and make the last effort."

"Okay." Allen took a breath.

The two walked for a while, and Allen suddenly stopped, pointing diagonally forward and said:

"There, there!"

A dozen meters away, a birch tree with a ring of bark off its waist stood there quietly, as if it was waiting for the two of them.

"It's exactly the same as in my dream." Allen said with great certainty.

Klein smiled a little vigilantly and said:

"But there is no Will Auceptin."

Allen approached the birch tree, frowned and looked at it for a while, then suddenly pointed to the tree root and said:

"Will Auceptin was sitting here at the time, and one of his hands was pointing at the dirt below!"

Pointing at the dirt below? Klein stood beside him, looking down at the place where there was almost no dead grass:

"You want to dig it?"

Allen nodded: "I've found it here, always check what's there, Sherlock, you go to the cemetery to borrow two shovels."

"It's better for me to stay here and you go to the cemetery. I'm worried that an accident will happen." Klein said cautiously.

"Okay." Allen didn't refuse, and left the woods immediately.

After a while, he splashed out money, returned with three shovels and a gravekeeper, and began to try to dig.

Klein was digging, and suddenly he smelled a familiar smell, and as the soil on the surface parted, the things below were gradually exposed.

It was a highly decomposed corpse of a child!

His skin and flesh seemed to be melting, and there were many bugs crawling in and out of his nose and mouth.

when!

The shovel in Allen's hand fell and hit a rock.

He pointed to the legs of the corpse, his mouth moved wildly but he couldn't speak.

Enduring his nausea, Klein looked carefully and found that the child's corpse was obviously missing the lower half of his left leg.

At the same time, Allen took two steps back, fell to the ground, and shouted in a shrill voice:

"Will Auceptin! Will Auceptin!"

That was Will Auceptin's body!

PS: After writing this chapter, I haven’t rested for more than three months, and I feel exhausted physically and mentally. I originally planned to come back for three more shifts during the double period, but I still can’t do it. Well, I may apply for a vacation when this month is suitable. One day, I will tell you in advance, and it will be updated in the early morning.