Leaning against the wall and looking at the darkness across the hallway, Crane instinctively held his breath.

What is the captain doing? What's wrong with the captain? He's drinking blood? He's showing signs of losing control? Thoughts are popping up, his mind is a mess, and he can't think effectively.

After more than ten seconds, Klein gritted his teeth and quietly moved to the staircase with the help of the "Joker's" control of his body.

Then, with a deliberate heightened pace, he walked back, and once again came to the door of Mrs. Sharon's bedroom.

Looking at it, Klein saw the captain standing there, wrapping the seal "3-0271" with layers of black cloth, with a calm expression, gray eyes, and a clean face.

What he had just seen seemed to be a hallucination.

With a glance out of the corner of his eye, Klein saw that there was nothing unusual about Kornley's corpse, and it was still the same as before.

He took a deep breath and asked:

"Captain, how do I know if those servants are asleep? Psionic vision alone doesn't seem to be able to tell with certainty, they will react differently to their dreams, and take on the corresponding colors. ”

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

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

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

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

Whether you are asleep or not is clearly visible in front of the "nightmare".

Crane watched this scene in amazement, slowly lowered his eyes, and bit the inside of his lip.

Captain, you really just wanted to break me off......

What exactly are you doing, do you know what you're doing......

He jerked his head and looked out 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, Crane carefully examined the bodies of Kornley and Mrs. Sharon under the cover of picking up tarot cards, revolvers, half-height silk hats, and other items.

They remained as they had died, their skin turning pale and slightly bruised at a rate faster than normal humans.

It's kind of weird, they seem to be missing something...... Not something concrete, but a feeling...... Crane was silent to himself, only to feel the cool breeze blowing from the broken window that made his hairs stand on end.

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

"All of them are still asleep, but a few are close to waking up. ”

"That's good, that's good......" Crane looked at the captain, not knowing what he was answering.

Dunn looked around and said:

"You dispose of the items at the scene, and then go to the nearest police station to find someone, well, go back to Zotland Street, and let Frye help. ”

Klein glanced deeply at the captain, gritted his teeth and nodded:

"Hmm. ”

With Dunn's help, he quickly dealt with the scene and left Mrs. Sharron's house through the main entrance.

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

He turned heavily and, by impression, quickly found the nearest police station - common sense that every night watchman must remember.

Klein knocked on the iron door.

It didn't take long for the policeman on duty at night to carry a lantern, walk through the small courtyard, open the door, and look at it suspiciously:

"What's the matter?"

Crane couldn't squeeze out any expression, calmly put on a face, took out his ID, opened it and displayed it in front of the policeman's eyes:

"There's a serious homicide at 15 Olsna Street, and you immediately call your companions to help!"

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

"Yes, sir!"

With this in mind, Crane took a cab back to Zotland Street.

Along the way, he sat in a dark carriage, his thoughts messy and divergent:

Kornley is dead......

I remember he was just engaged...... His parents are still alive......

What exactly was the captain doing......

Is he thirsting for blood......

Or, for another purpose......

His memory is still so poor, and it has not improved significantly, which shows that he has no early signs of losing control!

However, he has known about the "cosplay method" for a while, and does the lack of memory improvement also indicate that there is something wrong with the secret......

No, it must be that the captain is still figuring out how to play the "Nightmare"!

...... By the way, one of the important reasons for Kornley's death was the seal "3-0271", which was given to him by the captain......

What was I thinking! It was a no-brainer!

...... It was also the Captain's suggestion to use the seal "3-0271......

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

Wait and send a letter to Ms. Dali to see if she knows what this situation means, and even if she doesn't know the exact answer, she will definitely understand the danger and inform the Templar in time......

This should nip the problem in the cradle and get the captain back to normal!

No, there is not necessarily a problem with the captain, maybe I misunderstood something, depending on what Ms. Dai Li said......

......

By the time the cab arrived at 36 Zotland Street, Klein had already thought of a countermeasure and made a decision, and was no longer as flustered and unprepared as before.

He climbed down the stairs to the door of the Black Thorn Security Company, pulled out the key and opened the door.

The familiar arrangement and familiar scene in front of him made his mood a lot more stable, just like the feeling he felt every time he went to the captain for something.

Taking a breath, Crane went to the Nightwatcher's recreation room and saw Frye reading a book in solitude by the light of a gaslight.

He looked sideways at Klein, his cold, gloomy face showing obvious concern and nervousness:

"What's wrong?"

"What about the captain and Kornley?"

Crane replied in a low voice:

"Kornley is dead, dead at the hands of Lady Sharon, and we all made mistakes......"

"The captain is there to keep watch over and ask you to come and help. ”

Before leaving, Dunn explained the specific situation to Fry, telling him that if they didn't return within two hours, they would immediately send a telegram to the Templars, and similarly, because they had to apply for the seal "3-0271" and enter the Chanis Gate at night, so Luo Yao, who was on duty in the guard room, also knew what the task they were going to perform - according to the internal rules of the night watchman, to open the Chanis Gate at night, the captain must get permission from the captain, and if the captain is there, only the captain can enter.

Frye paused, sighed lowly, and drew a crimson moon on his chest.

He put on his coat and hat, and walked towards the door, and as he passed Klein, he suddenly whispered:

"You don't need to blame yourself, making mistakes is something you can never avoid. ”

"We always believe in our teammates. ”

"Hmm......" Klein closed his eyes, his vision blurry.

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

By the time they had moved back to Kornley's body and Mrs. Sharon's hideous body with half of her head missing, it was past the wee hours of the morning.

Dunn, who was wearing a thin black trench coat, stood at the door of the "morgue" and looked inside silently, and it took a long time to turn his head sideways and say to Klein:

"You go home first, you've just been through a fierce battle, and you must be very tired. ”

"Okay. Klein didn't excuse himself.

He pursed his lips, glanced at the captain, and quietly left the Black Thorns Security Company and returned to Daffodil Street in a rental carriage.

As with the previous process, he easily entered his bedroom and literally locked the door.

Drawing out the ceremonial silver dagger, Crane created the spiritual wall that sealed the room, then sat down at his desk, spread out the paper, picked up the pen, and wrote eagerly:

"Dear Ms. Daly:"

"I noticed that something was wrong with the captain lately, and he quietly ...... during the mission"

At this point, Klein suddenly paused with his pen, his mind blank, not knowing how to pick up the back and how to describe it.

Syllable!

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

The sound of the bang echoed, Crane closed his eyes, reached out to cover his face, and did not move for a long time, as if he had become a statue.

After a full five minutes like this, he sighed, lowered his right hand, and spiritually lit the scrap of paper, watching it turn to ashes and fall into the trash can.

Having organized his thoughts, Klein spread out the new paper and wrote again:

"Dear Ms. Daly:"

"We just finished a mission and were sad to lose a teammate, and here's how it happened......"

“...... At that time, I thought that my current level of spiritual vision could not confirm whether the servants were asleep or not, and that divination was very troublesome, so I went back to consult the captain, and at this time, I saw the captain half lying next to the body of Kornley through the mirror, with dark red blood around his mouth. ”

"I don't know what's going on, I don't know what the captain is in, I hope you can give me an answer. ”

......

When he was done, Klein read through it with a heavy heart and folded the letterhead.

Then, he set up the ritual, turned on the vision, summoned Dali's messenger, and summoned the strange face with no eyes, no nose, only a mouth.

Looking at the bright red tongue full of irregular fangs that had been spit out, and looking at the five tiny, pale fingers at the top of the tongue, Crane handed the letter over in silence.

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

This time, he was going to ask Mr. Azik:

“...... On a recent mission, my boss had something unusual when he pushed me away and half-crouched next to my teammate's corpse, his mouth covered in dark red blood. ”

"Do you remember anything like that, and how can I help my boss?"

PS: This chapter is June, and the first day of July will continue to be three more, asking for a guaranteed monthly pass!