"We are Guardians, and we are a bunch of wretched creatures who are always fighting danger and madness. ”

Dunn's words echoed through Neal Sr.'s house, between the floors, walls, and ceilings that showed signs of corrosion, and reverberated in Crane's mind and heart.

There had never been a moment before that that sentence that impressed him more than he did now.

He felt that he might never forget this feeling for the rest of his life, even if he returned to Earth in the future.

In an almost frozen atmosphere, Dunn walked over to the "corpse" of old Neil, half-crouched down, and took a white handkerchief from the upper pocket of his black trench coat and covered the pair of dark red, crystalline, anguished eyes.

At that moment, out of the corner of his eye, Crane saw the keys of the piano stop jumping on their own, and an almost transparent figure appeared there.

This...... Crane, who had already turned on his vision outside the door, was stunned.

He hadn't even noticed this strange "spirit" before!

Was it disturbed by Old Neil's spirit or was it affected by his own abilities after he lost control? Klein watched the nearly invisible figure quickly evaporate and completely disappear into his eyes, and vaguely understood something.

In a heavy and suppressed feeling, he heard the captain command:

"You searched Old Neil's house for possible clues. ”

"Okay. As soon as Klein spoke, he was stunned for a few seconds by his own voice, which was so hoarse, so low, as if he had a bad cold.

"Okay. Luo Yao replied aloud.

Her voice is about the same as mine...... Both nostrils are clogged...... Klein glanced at the female teammate, who had never been expressionless, as if he knew her for the first time.

He put his cane on the umbrella stand in the foyer, bypassed the seal "3-0611", walked into the living room with heavy steps, and went up to the second floor, bedroom by bedroom, looking for clues.

Old Neil would hire short-term workers to clean the room regularly, so there was no clutter that is characteristic of most bachelors, everything was neat and orderly, and there seemed to be a real hostess.

Half an hour later, Klein found some manuscripts on the bookshelf of Old Neil's bedroom, which were messily recorded with some strange and strange rituals:

"Life is refined. ”

"The materials needed are: 100 ml of spring water from the Elven Spring (Golden Spring of Sunia), 50 grams of star crystal, half a pound of gold, 5 grams of phlogiston, and 30 grams of hematite...... and a large amount of living human blood. ”

Underneath the blood of the living, Old Neil annotated:

"I can consider drawing my own, accumulating one at a time, and preserving it with ritual magic. ”

I could consider drawing my own ...... Klein closed his eyes, his fingers crumpling the draft.

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

Thursday at nine a.m., when the moon is in Raphael's cemetery.

Dressed in a pure black suit and shirt, and holding a silver-studded cane, Crane stood quietly in a corner of the cemetery.

In his breast pocket, he had a neatly folded white handkerchief, and in his palm he held a handful of solemn and quiet deep sleep flowers.

At this point, Dunn, Fry, Leonard, and Kornley walked to the tombstone with the black coffin containing the "corpse" of Neil Sr., and silently placed it in the dug grave.

Looking at the yellow-brown dirt covering the shovel and shovel down, Roshan, who was wearing a long black dress and a small white flower on her head, sobbed quietly:

"Can anyone tell me it's all true?"

"Why get out of control, why take potions, why become transcendent, why have resentful spirits, why have monsters, why can't there be a safer way, why, why, why ......"

Klein listened silently until Neal Sr.'s coffin was covered with dirt, and until all traces of his existence were buried deep in the grave.

"May the Goddess bless you. He drew a crimson moon on his chest, then took a few steps forward, bent down and placed the bouquet of deep sleep flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone.

"May the Goddess bless you. Dunn, Frye and the others tapped four times clockwise on their chests at the same time.

Crane looked up, straightened up, and saw the black-and-white photo on the tombstone:

Old Neil wore his classic black floppy hat, his bare hair was mottled and gray, the corners of his eyes and mouth were wrinkled, and his dark red eyes were slightly cloudy.

He was so calm, no more sorrow, no more pain, no more fear.

Underneath the photograph is an epitaph from what Neil Sr. wrote in his recent diary:

"If you can't save her, go and accompany her. ”

The cool breeze of the morning blew slowly, and the coldness, silence and silence of Raphael's cemetery infected everyone present.

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

Around noon, Klein walked to the arsenal with the list signed by the captain.

He pushed open the half-hidden door and saw Bright with a thick black beard sitting behind the table.

Klein was visibly stunned for a moment, and then handed over the application form:

"Fifty ordinary rounds. ”

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the silver-inlaid tin can on the table, his nose seemed to smell the fragrant smell of hand-ground coffee, and his ears seemed to hear those words with a hidden smile:

"But why wait until you have extra money, you can write a request to Dunn and ask him to approve the fee!"

......

Bright glanced at Crane's expression and sighed:

"I can guess how you feel, I can't believe that old Neil left us like this, and sometimes, I even think it might be a dream created by the captain. ”

This may be the fate of many night watchers. Klein replied with a wry smile.

After this incident, he had a lot of disappointment and resentment in his heart towards the church leaders who concealed the "playing method".

"May there be fewer and fewer such tragedies, and may the Goddess bless you. Bright drew a crimson moon on his chest, took the claim form, and got up and walked into the arsenal at the rear.

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

Bang! Bang!

The smell of gunpowder permeated the surroundings, and Crane shot at the target in front of him with a vent, and only when the brass bullets were exhausted did he pack himself up and ride in a trackless bus to the house of his martial arts teacher, Gawain.

He masochistically went through the exercises one after the other until he was stopped by Gawain.

"Martial arts practice is not for self-harm. Gawain stared at Klein with slightly cloudy dark green eyes and said in a deep voice.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I'm not in a good mood today. Klein let out a sigh of relief.

"What's going on?" asked Gawain indifferently.

Klein thought for a moment and replied briefly:

"I had a friend who died suddenly. ”

Gawain was silent for a few seconds, raised his hand and touched the golden sideburns that began to mottle, and said in a flurry tone:

"I once lost 325 friends in five minutes, and at least 10 of them were the kind that could give their backs to each other. ”

Klein sighed abruptly, "This is the cruelty of war. ”

Gawain glanced at him, and suddenly laughed at himself:

"The cruelest thing is that I will never be able to avenge them, I will never be able to fulfill their wishes, I will never be able to. ”

"And you, there is still such a chance, although I don't understand what happened, but I know that you are still young, and you still have a lot of opportunities. ”

Klein was silent for a while, suddenly took a breath, and cheered up:

"Thank you, teacher. ”

Gawain bowed his head lightly and said without any expression:

"Take a 10-minute break and redo the previous exercise for ten sets. ”

"......" Klein didn't know what expression to use to deal with.

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

Friday morning, night watchman recreation room.

Klein, Siga Theon, and Frye sat around the round table, but they didn't play cards, one reading a newspaper and flipping through a magazine, one staring out the window in a daze, and the other holding a pen, trying to write something, but it couldn't fall off the paper.

The room was so quiet, no one talked, no one joked, and the atmosphere was almost calm.

Call...... Klein let out a sigh and put down the newspaper, intending to focus on reading the various materials.

Just then, Dunn Smith knocked on the door and entered, looked around and said:

"Crane, come out for a moment. ”

Crane stood up with a hunch and walked out of the recreation room.

Dunn stood at the mouth of the staircase leading to the ground, turned to look at him, and said:

"The people of the Templar have come. ”

The man who examined me is coming, and Klein's spirit tensed.