Crane didn't immediately roll over and sit up, but turned sideways, put his right palm under the pillow, and quietly grasped the "death knell" revolver, while he slowly stretched the five fingers of his left hand to keep the "wriggling hunger" in a state to be stimulated.

- Knowing that it would be difficult to find food for the "creeping hunger" after returning to Beckland, he infiltrated the prison in Connat, Desy Bay, found a condemned prisoner, confirmed the guilt, and fed the gloves.

No, it can't be so fast, and besides, if it were, they wouldn't have rushed to the door, but waited for an opportunity to strike a blow when I passed through the middle of nowhere, so as not to alarm the official forces of Beckland...... I've given so much money at Moon Mass that I've been targeted by criminals?Well, a wealthy foreigner who has just arrived in Beckland can easily be targeted...... Of course, it may also be the "night watchman" doing routine checks...... As thoughts turned, Crane heard a small movement coming from the large balcony of the adjacent semi-open room.

Immediately after, the lock cylinder clicked slightly, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were pulled open almost silently.

Crane listened closely, sensing footsteps passing through the half-open room and into the hallway.

After a slight pause, the footsteps made their way towards the master bedroom, then crossed over and twisted the doorknob of the valet's room.

Gone to the wrong place? Or rather, he came to Richardson? Crane's heart moved, and he released his right palm, which was holding the revolver of the "Death Bell", and reached for the iron cigarette case not far away.

After he lifted the "Spirit Wall", an illusory figure wearing a dark infrared jacket and an old three-cornered hat instantly appeared next to him and walked into the full-length mirror.

When Seigno, the "resentful" secret couple, jumped to the glass window of Richardson's room, he saw a yellow-complexion, soft-haired figure walk out of the door, while Richardson sat silently on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, his back arched, as if blending into the darkness.

His expression was sometimes frightened, sometimes embarrassed, sometimes weak, and finally fell silent.

Sure enough, he came to find Richardson...... The image characteristics are close to the southern continent race...... Agile and skillful, he should not be an ordinary person...... Is this a friend Richardson had met at that manor in the Southland, or rather, his mother's side? Richardson was just a valet with a salary of 35 pounds, so what did he need help with? Klein was making a guess in his mind as he observed through Seigno's eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why Richardson was good at observation and liked to watch the passers-by on the balcony.

He's afraid of being found by someone!

Hopefully it's not a big deal and doesn't affect my plans...... Wait a minute...... If Richardson can't fix the trouble, then an excuse has to be found to fire him...... Seeing that the valet had fallen down again, Klein took back the "resentful" secret puppet.

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

Meanwhile, Leonard Mitchell, who lives at 7 Pinster Street, is once again in a sleepy Beckerland shrouded in fog.

He had previously asked Mike Joseph, a reporter from the Daily Observer, in a dream, and concluded that Sherlock Moriarty was not actively involved in the Lanrius incident, but was hired to participate, which made the other party's suspicion plummet.

Had it not been for the fact that the great detective was still on the verge of the Caping affair and had a close relationship with Emlyn White of the Harvest Church, Leonard Mitchell would have wanted to abandon the investigation and continue to pursue Ince Zangwill's whereabouts.

Because Sherlock Moriarty didn't have many friends at the Kragg Club, one had died in the Prince Edssack affair and the other was a journalist Mike Joseph, Leonard's current target was only one: Dr. Alan Krees.

"According to internal information, this doctor was also involved in an extraordinary incident, involving the 'monster' pathway...... After being swapped, he was no longer unlucky and had nightmares, and his life was back on track...... Heh, most of the people Sherlock Moriarty knows are related to the extraordinary, and this detective must not be simple......" Leonard thought as he rang the doorbell that symbolized Alan Cressy's dream.

Entering the dream, he found a sofa at random and sat down, looked at Dr. Allen opposite and said:

"Tell me more about your acquaintance with Sherlock Moriarty. ”

Alan in the dream did not hide it, starting with Mrs. Mary's introduction of Sherlock Moriarty to the Cragg Club and her invitation as a recommender, all the way to the detective's suggestion that he tell the bishop of the Church of the Goddess of the Night about something unusual.

As the sources portray, Sherlock Moriarty was quite friendly to the official forces and was endorsed by Isenger Stanton...... Leonard glanced at Dr. Allen's bearded Sherlock, withdrew his gaze, and continued to listen.

After Eren finished talking about the relevant things in detail, he finally said:

"He went south for a holiday and never came back, and I was always worried.

"However, he is a wise and caring detective, and I don't think anything will be wrong with him, and I hope he will be able to attend the celebration of my child's birth. ”

"Maybe......" Leonard doubted that Sherlock Moriarty would not return to Beckland.

He then politely took his leave, and walked out of Dr. Allen's dream.

After taking a few steps forward, he subconsciously glanced back, only to see that in the house with a garden, misty balls of light representing dreams were intertwined, filling all the space, and there was no problem.

Was it my delusion? I always felt like something had changed...... Leonard whispered, turned and flew off to Pinster Street.

As far as he could see, the fog was thick below, and the gas streetlamps were dim and pale.

Suddenly, Leonard stopped flying and set his sights on a building.

Inside the house, five or six misty balls of light floated silently, no different from the other buildings around it.

However, in Leonard's inspiration, there seemed to be a black mass in the room that could absorb all the light.

And he found that he didn't know the street in this neighborhood.

He had palpitations, wondering if he had seen something he shouldn't have seen, and hurriedly withdrew his gaze, preparing to get out of here and rush towards where his body was.

At this moment, a joking voice sounded in the ordinary-looking building:

"Why don't you come in and sit down and have a cup of tea?"

All the thoughts in Leonard's mind exploded instantly, and he flew at high speed without even thinking about it.

In his inspiration, the townhouses and garden buildings in the back grew bigger one after another, and the doors and windows turned into mouths and bit at him!

Nearby, iron-black gas lamp poles swished upward, turning the surrounding area into a jungle of steel, seemingly holding Leonard back.

Leonard didn't stop, didn't look back, only felt that the coldness of the vest was getting more and more obvious and rich!

His body gradually stiffened, as if he had been grasped by countless invisible hands.

Just when he thought he couldn't hold it anymore, the familiar houses in front of him, the familiar windows, and the familiar lights all came into his eyes.

Leonard held his breath and fell sharply, falling into his own dream!

Call...... He woke up in a cold sweat.

"What exactly did I just encounter, old man?" Leonard asked fearfully, retracting his legs from the edge of his desk.

It took a few seconds for the slightly old voice in his head to respond:

"I don't know. ”

Leonard's eyes suddenly half-drooped, and he didn't ask again.

He quickly looked out the window, and saw that the lights of Beckland were everywhere at night, and it was quiet and quiet.

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

160 Berlund Street, inside the Dawn Dantès Residence.

"Sir, Ms. Wahanna Haysen is here. Richardson entered the room and said to Klein.

Hearing this, Klein put down the newspaper, raised his head, glanced at his personal valet, and found that he was still silent, silent and introverted, cowering, and there was nothing unusual about him.

If it's not for the divination, the result is fine...... Hasty dismissals are also suspicious...... Crane muttered silently, stood up as if nothing had happened, and asked Richardson to help him put on his coat.

A quarter of an hour later, he embraced his etiquette teacher, Vahanna Haisen, and learned another dance that was commonly used in social situations.

"I feel like I'm going to be out of work in a few days. After a while, Vahanna implicitly praised Daun Dantès's progress, and finally said, "But you are still a little restrained, although you don't need to be like the Intis man, who always sticks very closely to the ladies, but you don't always have to keep a certain distance, occasional contact is normal, you seem too stiff and dull now." ”

Klein pulled the other party a little closer and responded with a smile:

"I'm afraid of being rude. ”

Does this mean that it is rude to stick too close to a lady? It also means that I am very attractive, and if I stick too close, he will make a fool of myself? This is a subtle compliment...... Vahana turned her mind and said with a light smile:

"You're a good learner. ”

As the dance continued, Klein glanced at Wahanna Haysen's face and asked casually and gently:

"Ma'am, you seem to be bothered?"

Vahanna looked down and smiled:

"It's not a big problem, my husband is a businessman, and I have had a little conflict with some people recently, and we can solve it.

"Well, your question was too direct, and when the two sides haven't established a friendship yet, try not to ask someone what happened to them, unless she's already shown to be very obvious. ”

Compared with you, who have been in and out of different upper-class families and know many ladies and ladies, the wealthy businessmen who have just arrived in Beckland really have no network resources...... Klein bowed his head lightly and said with a smile:

"I thought we weren't strangers anymore. ”

He quickly brought up the topic, talking about his own experience and the neighbors around him, and Wahanna listened and responded a few words, allowing Klein to grasp more about the characteristics and preferences of the neighbors.

When Vahana left, Klein stood at the door for a long time, and turned his head sideways to Mr. Butler and said:

"Walter, find out what trouble Lady Wahanna is in, and if she can't fix it, we'll help in time. ”