Pressed cold and painfully by the five white-jointed fingers on his wrist, Klein's hairs stood on end in an instant, and he subconsciously pulled his hand back, frantically trying to retreat.

A heavy feeling came, and Crane tugged at his forearm with all his strength.

Thump!

The pale, naked corpse was stretched crookedly and fell off the long table to the ground.

However, the cold, white fingers still clasped Klein's wrist hard.

Crane lost his ability to think for a moment, and his mind was full of thoughts of pulling out his gun.

However, because his dominant hand could not be recovered, he threw away his black cane, and tried several times, but failed to successfully remove the revolver from the pouch under his armpit.

At this moment, the corpse's eyelids were raised, revealing a pair of blue eyes that were not in focus.

His mouth fluttered, and he murmured:

"Hornachis...... Hornachis ...... Hornachis ......"

After three sounds, a frantically scrambled Crane felt the fingers holding his wrist begin to loosen, and then they hung limply.

The tuxedo clown's eyes were closed again, as if nothing had happened just now.

If it weren't for the pale corpse lying on the stone floor, Crane might have thought he had been subjected to an illusion.

He staggered back a few steps, only to feel that many parts of his body were convulsing from overstart, nervousness, and fear.

Call...... Call...... Crane gasped and slowly regained his ability to think, looking at the corpse on the ground warily and fearfully.

He removed the revolver and cautiously exited the room, making sure that the body was no longer moving, before glancing at his gun-wielding wrist.

There were five deep, dark red fingerprints, silently recounting what had happened before.

Klein calmed down a lot, and a dirty word kept echoing in his heart:

Fuck it, I'm scared to death!

After a dozen or so seconds, he began to sketch objects in his mind, allowing himself to quickly gain a state of calm.

Thinking about it carefully, Klein "replayed" the encounter frame by frame.

Although he still doesn't understand the reason for the tuxedo clown's "corpse transformation", he keenly grasps the point, that is, the other party's repeated muttering "Hornachis"!

"It's Hornachis again......" Crane frowned, "The notes of the House of Antigonus record the night kingdom of the Hornachis Mountains, and I also have the term 'Hornachis' when I hear sounds that I shouldn't hear in meditation and vision, and now this dead man has emphasized Hornachis in my ear again in a strange way...... Could it be that the answer to many of these questions lies in the Hornachis Mountains...... Perhaps, perhaps, there is also a great danger lurking there, such as an evil god being sealed in the mountains and seeking to get out of it through a similar 'lure'. ”

In the midst of his thoughts, Crane cautiously entered the room and touched the corpse a few times to make sure that the other party was dead.

He thought he couldn't let Frye, the "corpse collector", see that he had made a mess of the place, so he mustered up the courage and carried the body back to the long table hand in hand.

During the whole process, Klein was not only constantly worried about his heart, and could break his nerves at any time due to the slightest movement, but also was extremely disgusted by the cold contact between the corpse and his own skin.

After completing the task with difficulty, he remembered why he had approached the corpse before, and once again looked intently at the tuxedo clown's wrist and at the strange brand.

At some point, the brand fell off, condensing into a ball of blood with a hint of blue.

The blood cell was the size of a thumb, and it was suspended in mid-air in a posture that defied the rules of physics.

"What is this?" Klein whispered, not daring to touch it recklessly.

He hadn't thought about this weird blood cell at all, because he didn't know if it was good or bad, and second, he believed that Fry, who had examined the corpse closely, must have already discovered the brand on his wrist, and might even know what the weird blood cell was.

And even if Frye didn't know, it would be much better to hand it over to the captain and let the entire team of night watchmen explore and study it than if I tried it haphazardly...... Klein thought.

Being in an organization, individuals need to know how to maximize the power of the organization.

Crane waited tense for a few minutes before he saw Frye, with black hair and blue eyes and thin lips, returning to the room.

His gaze was instantly attracted by the strange blood cell, and he asked the question Klein had asked himself before:

"What is this?"

"I don't know. Crane shook his head honestly and described what had happened without concealment.

"The brand falls off into blood cells...... "Frye nodded as if in thought, "There is always something strange about the corpse of the extraordinary......

He looked up, looked at Klein and said:

"Go and ask the captain to come over and tell him what the corpse is whispering. ”

"Okay. "Klein has wanted to leave this place for a long time.

"You don't have to come with the captain. Frye added, "I don't think you like to see what follows." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the silver-white scalpel next to him.

Klein nodded with palpitations:

"That's exactly what I wanted. ”

He grabbed his cane, put on his hat, and walked to Chanis Gate, where he saw Dunn, the captain of the guard, who was no longer languishing.

Dunn calmly listened to his narration, and said imperceptibly:

"I'll report this to the Templars, and maybe they'll send someone to the main peak of the Hornachis Mountains to take a look. ”

Klein let out an "um", and saw that there were only the captain and the "sleepless" Cohenley in the duty room, so he asked casually:

"Mr. Al, have they gone to rest?"

Dunn nodded and said:

"Al and Borgia are in the church of Santa Selena, and Lorota should be looking for a café. ”

"Cafe?Lady Lorota's injuries aren't healed yet, right?" Klein asked in surprise.

Dunn rubbed his eyebrows on both sides and smiled:

Lorota has three hobbies, coffee, desserts and maids, and she says she must have these three things to speed up her healing. ”

"Maid?" Klein asked blankly.

Does Ms. Lorota have a fetish in some way?

Dunn shook his head helplessly and said:

"She likes maids, well, yes, and she does, she likes big breasts. ”

“...... She's such a strange person. Klein didn't know what expression to put on it.

Dunn didn't delay any longer, and headed outside the guard room, where Klein looked at his back, quietly waiting to turn around.

At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw "Sleepless" Kornley pull out his pocket watch and press it.

Three, two, one...... As soon as Klein's silent count was finished, Dunn stopped, half-turned and said:

"One more thing, Klein, you've been through too much today, you're definitely going to feel tired after relaxing, you don't have to stay here in the afternoon, go back and get some rest, and submit your application tomorrow, tomorrow, and list your losses in detail. ”

"Well, don't pay special attention to killing the extraordinary, killing him is equivalent to saving more people. ”

"Actually, I'm actually much better. Crane let out a silent sigh.

Dunn bowed slightly, and was about to turn around, when he patted his forehead violently and said:

"Also, I have given Leonard the portrait of the extraordinary man to take charge of the follow-up investigation with the police department, and I think that the extraordinary man will definitely have a place to live in a carriage in Tingen. ”

"Whoever walks through will leave traces, and this sentence of Russell the Great is indeed very reasonable. ”

“...... Yes. Crane replied.

When the team was gone, he also left the guard room and walked slowly to the second floor.

On the way, he suddenly thought of something, and inexplicably felt a little more afraid:

"The tuxedo clown claims that the Esoteric Order has mastered the sequence of 'soothsayers'...... Even if this is an exaggeration, they don't actually have a recipe for a high sequence, and there is certainly no shortage of a low sequence. ”

That is, they had quite a few soothsayers. ”

"Will it be divined that I killed the tuxedo clown and secretly retaliate?"

"I can't deal with the night watcher, and I can't deal with a 'soothsayer' who doesn't have any direct means to defeat the enemy......"

Crane stopped on the stairs and pondered the question, soon realizing that he was worried:

"First, the Esoteric Order has no idea who the members of the Nightwatch are. ”

"Second, even if you know one or two, it definitely doesn't include me as a civilian. ”

"Thirdly, in this case, it is impossible to determine who the murderer is unless he is a 'prophet'. ”

Relieved, he left the Black Thorns Security Company and took the bus back to Daffodil Street.

Although he didn't eat anything at noon, he still lacked appetite.

Klein entered the bedroom, first took off his torn formal suit, removed his half-height silk top hat, and then lay down on the bed, trying to get some sleep.

His mind was still active, and he couldn't seem to relax, but what was repeated in his mind was no longer the image of shooting the tuxedo clown, but the scene when he moved the corpse, but the creepy touch.

He was a lot less uncomfortable with the first killing, but a little more disgusting just thinking about it.

"Perhaps that's what Frye is all about, hoping that I can overcome the psychological shadow by looking at the corpse...... However, however, the previous psychological shadow is gone, and a new psychological shadow has appeared......" Klein laughed to himself, and his spirit was soothed.

He fell asleep at some point, and when he woke up, his stomach was rumbling.

"I think I could eat a whole cow!" Crane whispered, seeing the sun set in the west and the sky burning outside the window.

After changing into old but comfortable home clothes, he walked briskly to the first floor, and before he could think about what to cook dinner, he heard the door open.

Melissa...... He thought as the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Since she started riding in the public carriage, it is no longer so late for my sister to come home.

The key twisted, the door opened, and Melissa stepped in with a bag of books and stationery.

She looked at the kitchen door and said:

"Klein, there's your letter, a letter from your mentor. ”

By the way, I wrote to him to ask him about the history of the main peak of Honaches...... Klein was stunned for a moment, then remembered.

PS: The second more request for recommendation votes~