The sun was shining in the air, and the corner of the cemetery was silent and shady, and Leonard Mitchell suddenly lifted the shovel that was stuck next to him.

The two piles of dirt gradually increased, and the tomb was gradually exposed, and the occasional person passing by around was unaware of it, as if what was happening here was just a dream.

Finally, Leonard gave up the shovel, leaned down, stretched out his hands, and grasped the edge of the coffin lid.

With a sharp force, he lifted the heavy wooden cover, and found that the thick iron nails had fallen at some point, and the dark coffin was empty.

Nothing!

Leonard kept his body half-bowed, quietly watching this scene, without any additional movement for a long time, as if he had become a stone statue.

............

In a misty dream, Crane saw a stone tablet, a stone tablet with an inscription, which stood silently among many of its kind, dyed crimson by the moonlight.

The scene shattered, and Klein came to his senses and confirmed that he was still Dawn Dantès, still in the master bedroom at 160 Berclund Street.

What does the dream just now seem to reveal...... As a "soothsayer", Klein has an attitude of taking every dream seriously, and this time is no exception, restraining his spirit, throwing away his sleepiness, and trying to interpret it:

"That's supposed to be a tombstone......

This represents a deceased person, or something related to the resurrection......

"The crimson moonlight symbolizes the goddess, corresponding to the concepts of the night church and the night watchman...... If the moon is seen directly, it may involve the 'Primordial Moon', the Vampire Progenitor Lilith, and the 'Mother Tree of Desire'......

"The fact that the tombstone is dyed with an almost blood color suggests that it is not a good thing......"

Klein interprets and connects the content in an attempt to arrive at a valid and meaningful conclusion.

After careful consideration, he began to believe that the revelation given by the dream was related to his past and the Church of the Night.

Thinking about what happened in the last few days, Klein slowly had an answer:

"Daun Dantès will inevitably be put on the checklist because of his frequent visits to St. Samuel's Church, and if Leonard has not left Baecland, then this will definitely attract his attention, after all, he knows that Daun Dantès is not simple, and his origin is mysterious......

"As an angel of the 'Thief' path, there is a high probability that the old man in Leonard's body can find that the gray mist is closely related to the 'Fortune Teller' path, and know that the corresponding sequence 0 is called 'Fool'......

"In this way, it is natural for them to associate the name of the 'Fool' that has been circulated before, believing that I am a member of the secret organization that worships the 'Fool', and extending from this line, they can also involve the 'Rogue' Black Emperor, who also used tarot cards......

"Add to that the clues I deliberately left behind for Gelman Sparrow, and the fact that Leonard had been investigating Sherlock Moriarty before, and it is not impossible that he has put all of this together and identified the key suspects.

The early Sherlock Moriarty was not very well disguised, and as long as Leonard investigated deeply, it was not difficult to find that the great detective was very similar to his former colleagues...... So, he's going to Tingen to dig a grave?"

Thinking about it, Crane took a pillow and fumbled to sit up, feeling that he had found the answer to the dream he had just had.

He began to carefully analyze what would happen next, considering whether to give up the identity of Daun Dantès:

"Leonard couldn't tell the other 'Night Watchers' about the speculation and the results, because the key parts couldn't be explained, which would reveal his own secrets......

"Based on my experience and what I know about him, he will guide him in other ways, which will be more complicated and troublesome, and it will take more time, until then, finding him and giving another warning should dispel his thoughts, after all, there is no real loss in the church this time, and no one has died because of it.

"Well, I have paid attention to the timing of the identity of Dawn Dantès, and I have specially falsified the trajectory of his activities in the Southern Continent in the previous months, which is somewhat staggered with the date of the decrease in the frequency of German Sparrow, and this involves the Intis colony, which is quite difficult to verify......

"In other words, Leonard is at most on the level of Gelman Sparrow and Sherlock Moriarty and Klein Moretti, and at most thinks that I am an accomplice with 'them', belonging to the secret organization that believes in 'Fools......

"Hehe, in his eyes, Dawn Dantès should be a mysterious powerhouse who can directly perceive the existence of the old man in his body, a demigod and a half-human, which is significantly different from other identities. ”

Klein quickly had a solution, and instead thought about what had happened to him at the "East Byron Veterans' Club" that afternoon:

"How could this arms smuggling business come to me directly?

"I've just formed a friendship with Congressman Macht, and I haven't been through any tests yet, so I'm not that trustworthy......

"Perhaps, this in itself is a test?

"At the beginning, the number of guns and artillery should not be large, and it will not involve too good products, and it will be paid for before the goods, if I really have any problems, they will not have any losses, just bear the sequelae of this small batch of weapons flowing into their own control area.

"Hmm...... For them, I, a rich man with a complicated experience and a deep understanding of Sibailang, are really good candidates, first, rich, second, guts, third, have the resources and connections to sell the arms to the right people, and fourth, have no background in the upper echelons of the kingdom and can be thrown out as a scapegoat at any time.

"They should have someone to oversee it...... As long as this 'business' can be successfully completed, I will be a close partner of the military from now on...... This is conducive to investigating the truth of the Beckland Great Smog Incident......

"The problem now is that I don't have any real knowledge of the rebels and the tribes in West Bailang...... I don't know where Anderson went, and I don't have his contact......

"Well, Daniz may have some knowledge of Sibairang...... and so does the 'Hermit' lady, and so does the 'mysterious queen' behind her...... Gather intelligence from these sources first......"

With a decision, Crane's thoughts gradually fell, and drowsiness surged again, so his body slid a little and burrowed into the bed.

............

In the basement of St. Samuel's Church, Leonard, who had returned from Tingen, caught up with the internal meeting of the squad.

Sost first informed the Archbishop's conclusions and the results of several local "night watchmen" teams:

"With the help of the Templars, His Excellency St. Anthony confirmed that the infiltrator was Gelman Sparrow, and concluded that the deranged criminal was alive but not in this world.

"This is really an inconsistency statement, I do not understand what it means, nor does His Excellency the Archbishop.

"In short, our focus will be completely shifted to the investigation of Gelman Sparrow.

"According to MI9, Gelman Sparrow is a fake identity, originally from the Beckland ......"

Sost summed up the clues and asked casually:

"Do you have anything to add?"

Leonard opened his mouth to speak, but his eyes flickered twice and then fell silent.

Sost glanced sideways at him and said:

"Leonard, didn't you find any clues?"

Leonard was silent for a second, shrugged his shoulders and said:

"That clue has been ruled out. ”

Sost didn't ask any more questions, and instead looked at the other team members.

After a round of supplementation and analysis, he began to arrange the tasks of his "red glove" team.

Once everything was assigned, Leonard Mitchell returned to the upper break room with a list of cross-checks that needed to be dreamed of, and threw himself on the bed.

After sitting in silence for a while, Leonard raised his hand and brushed his hair, ready to act.

However, the dream he first came to didn't belong to any of the names on that list.

His target is Daun Dantès!

- After much consideration, he decided to have a face-to-face conversation with this member of the secret organization, the undead Quaternary monster, to see if he could get the corresponding information.

This may seem reckless, but it's a good idea when you both know that the other has problems and secrets.

............

At 160 Berlund Street, Klein's confused mind suddenly woke up, knowing that someone had entered his dream.

He groaned slightly, sat down in his easy chair, looked sideways out onto the balcony, and saw a dark-haired and green-eyed man in a white shirt and black vest leaping in, it was none other than Leonard Mitchell.

I haven't looked for you yet, but you came to the door yourself...... The other "night watchmen" knock on the door very politely and come in, only you climb the balcony...... Klein scolded as he watched his fellow poets move closer.

At this time, in Leonard's eyes, the Dawn Dantès in his dream was still dressed in a formal suit, with gray sideburns, sharp edges and corners, and was extremely charming.

At this moment, the corners of the rich man's mouth were slightly upturned, with a smile, and he did not hide the fact that he remained awake and was not affected by the "nightmare" ability.

"Didn't Parles Zoroaster tell you what politeness is?" said Klein in a tone that matched the image of the other man.

...... Parles Zoroyaster He's warning me again...... Leonard paused and remembered the name.

He quickly gathered his thoughts, and bowed in a posture that was not too standard:

"Please forgive me for interrupting you, you're on our checklist.

"You did this infiltration, and that's what you came to Bakeland for?"

"Nope. Klein, who was in the image of Dawn Dantès, picked up the red wine next to him, took a sip and said, "It's not us, it's him." ”

He put on a posture that he wasn't afraid of you.

"Gelman Sparrow?" Leonard asked in a low voice.

Klein glanced at the other party with dark blue eyes that hid a little vicissitudes of life, and said:

"Isn't that obvious?"

"What the hell was he trying to do? He didn't take anything. Leonard asked.

Klein raised his hand and touched his white sideburns, and said with a smile:

"What do you think?"