"Dast Guderian, doctor at Greenhull Asylum......"

Crane silently repeated Detective Henry's words, and began to think about how to contact the doctor who seemed to be a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society.

In this matter, he didn't want to take too many risks, he didn't want the night watchman to find out that he had a problem, and he didn't want to lose his current life for the sake of information and resources that were just used for exchange.

Moreover, it is likely that the gentleman was a "spectator", not a specially trained person, and could hardly conceal his true purpose and thoughts in front of him.

"Looking for someone to transfer, a little mysterious? No, the more people involved, the more likely it is to have problems...... Well...... Maybe we could consider a way to hide the truth in the truth, so that the doctor's expression and body language were all reactions to my real thoughts, but not all of my thoughts......"

As Detective Henry hears Detective Henry talk about Dast Guderian, Klein thinks about how to avoid risks as much as possible without affecting the achievement of his goals.

Gradually, he found inspiration from the police movies and spy movies he watched.

"Hmm...... You can give it a try, but you have to rehearse it beforehand......" Crane nodded inwardly and returned his full attention to Detective Henry's words.

"Ahem......" Henry cleared his throat, "the commission of the red chimney is still in progress, you should know that there are many similar buildings in Tingen, of course, if you can provide other clues, things will be simple." ”

Klein laughed hoarsely:

"If I had any other clues, I wouldn't have entrusted you with them. ”

To be honest, such a long period of investigation and search made him pessimistic about the outcome of the matter, because the manipulator behind the scenes was clearly aware of his divination and had plenty of time to move his hiding place.

So, he just wants to find further clues from the corresponding guest information.

And that's worth £7...... It hurts to think about it...... After Detective Henry finished descripting, Klein took his cane and took his leave.

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

Saturday morning, 8:40 a.m., inside the doctor's office at the Greenhel Asylum.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Daxter Guderian took off his coat, hat and hung them on a coat rack.

No sooner had he picked up the tin can with the coffee powder than he heard a knock on the door.

"Please come in. Daxter said unconcernedly.

Then he saw the half-hidden door open and a young man in a black over-the-knee trench coat entered.

Because of the strangeness of the other party, Dast said suspiciously:

"Good morning, are you?"

Klein closed the door casually, took off his hat, pressed it to his chest, and saluted:

"Good morning, Dr. Daxter, please forgive me for my presumptuous visit, I am Probationary Inspector Klein Moretti of the Ahowa County Police Department, and this is my ID and badge. ”

"Inspector?" Dusty whispered, taking the other party's ID and badge.

"Special Operations Department ......" He slowly raised his head, his gaze calm to the point that there was no ripple, as if he was examining something.

Short black hair, dark pupils a little darker than brown, a bit of a scholar's temperament, calm and calm, no malice can be seen for the time being......

Daxter returned his belongings and pointed to the chair across from his desk:

"Please be seated, officer, what do you want me to do?"

Klein sat down, put his cane away, slowly put away his badges and badges, and said with a smile:

"Allow me to introduce myself again. ”

"I'm also a member of the Tingen Market Value Nighter Squad, which deals with matters involving extraordinary factors. ”

"Good morning, Mr. Spectator. ”

Before he finished speaking, he unsurprisingly saw Daxter's pupils shrink and his palms retracted, as if he wanted to run away.

"Officer, I don't understand what you mean. "I don't like this kind of joke, maybe I should call the guards." ”

Klein slowly took out the revolver from the pouch under his armpit, and said with an unchanged smile:

"Mr. Duxter, I know you can see my faith and that I have no ill intentions, hehe, frankly, I was a little unsure at first, but your reaction gave me the answer. ”

Each of the above sentences is true...... Klein silently added in his heart.

Daxter relaxed a little, looked at the other party's revolver, and asked suspiciously:

"It's hard for me to understand why you're coming to me...... I don't think I've exposed anything ......"

Klein smiled and said:

"It's just an accident, maybe fate has arranged for us to meet. ”

"Actually, we met at the underground market at the Dragon's Bar, but you didn't pay attention to me at the time. ”

"You've been smart enough to buy the Sequence Potion's auxiliary materials separately, but it's still worth paying attention to for me who happens to know the recipe. ”

Dast exhaled suddenly, as if he had lost the motivation to justify:

"That's ...... so"

"I thought I was cautious enough, I couldn't think of it, I couldn't think of ......"

After a few words, he stared into Klein's eyes and said:

"Officer, I know you're not here to arrest me, what is your real purpose?"

Klein said with a relaxed expression:

"I'm different from the other night watchmen, I don't think that every extraordinary person who is not part of us is a potential criminal, and it is not fair to those who yearn for order and goodness. ”

Daxter changed his sitting posture and said in a tense voice:

"If other Nightwatchers, Substitute Punishers, and Members of the Mechanical Heart could be like you, then the world would be at peace. ”

"You know about the Nightwatchers, Substitute Punishers, and Members of the Machine Heart?" Crane said, feigned surprise, "This is not something that a person who has strayed into the Extraordinary Realm should know, there must be an organization behind you." ”

He leaned back, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Psychological Alchemy?"

As he spoke, he leisurely watched Daxter's face look a little ugly.

"I can see that you are expecting my answer, but you have ignored something that seems mundane and fallen into your language trap......" Dust whispered in frustration.

He began to discover that the "audience" state was not omnipotent, and he could see the other party's purpose, but it did not mean that he could figure out the specific details.

Klein Mo pistol's revolt said:

"Doctor, we have to communicate openly and honestly, and that starts with me. ”

"I don't think the unmanaged Extraordinary are potential criminals, but I agree that registering and supervising every Extraordinary is a precaution against the risk of getting out of control and avoiding more serious and dangerous situations. ”

"I won't disturb your normal life, and I hope that there will be a limited cooperation between us. ”

"Limited cooperation?" Duster asked rhetorically, as if in thought.

Klein chuckled and said:

"Yes, there is a limit. ”

"For example, report to me regularly on your status, you know, a lot of runaway events can be saved when the situation is not so serious, and the night watchman has accumulated enough experience in this area. ”

"For example, in your organization, among the extraordinary people you know, if someone is about to endanger an innocent person, please give me a clue in time. ”

"For example, exchanging something for something that is more useful to you is a benefit to you, and you should know what benefits mean. ”

"Plus, you don't have to worry about being caught or killed by the Nightwatch, the Punisher, and the Mechanical Heart one day, and you can enjoy your life in peace and enjoyment. ”

"We'll give you some identification items that you can use in the last moment, there is no other way. ”

Daxter listened in silence for a long time before he asked:

"You want me to betray my organization?"

"No, not betrayal. "This is the maintenance of justice, morality, and goodness, and you are preventing certain evil, murderous, and bloody cases, except for this matter, I will not let you betray the secrets of your organization." ”

Daxter thought about it and seemed to feel a little better because of the excuses.

He was silent for a few seconds, stretched out his right hand and said:

"It was a pleasure to work with. ”

Klein shook the other party with his ungunned hand and said:

"It was a pleasure to work with. ”

He paused, chuckled:

"Doctor, you can tell me if you are a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society. ”

"Yes. Darth nodded.

Klein, who turned on the spiritual vision before entering the door, didn't notice that the other party's emotional color fluctuated, so he asked thoughtfully:

"How did you join the Psychological Alchemy Society?"

Daxter looked into the other's eyes and said:

"Because of a patient in this lunatic asylum, when I treated him, I found that he could see through me completely, and he was sober and sane and did not look like a madman......"

"His name is Hood Eugen. ”

Klein remembered the name and chatted with Dust, agreeing on matters such as how the meeting request would be passed on secretly and where to meet.

He didn't exchange potions, recipes, rumors, etc., with the other party for the time being, and when the time was right, he said goodbye, put away the revolver, and left Daxter's office.

Watching his back disappear into the doorway, Daxter exhaled sharply and leaned back in his chair limply, a little painful and a little relieved.

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

36 Zotland Street, inside Black Thorn Security.

Dunn, who was sitting behind the desk, swept his gray eyes and asked:

"Is something wrong?"

Crane, who was almost half an hour late, organized the language:

"Captain, I have discovered an extraordinary person, confirmed to be a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society. ”

“...... He is a decent doctor who is willing to work with us, and I think it is best to keep it as it is, which will help us stay up to date on the situation of the Psychic Alchemy. ”

After a pause, Klein added:

"I want to develop him as an informant for the night watchman, or a covert peripheral member. ”

The word informant comes from the Intian language, from Russell the Great.

Dunn slowly bowed his head and said:

"You've handled it very well, but if there's something like this in the future, it's better to tell me first. ”

"Submit me the doctor's information and the transcript of your process, and I'll give him some identification items. ”

Also, don't tell Leonard about it, although they are all trustworthy teammates, the rules are clear. ”

"You're responsible for contacting that doctor in the future. ”

Klein exhaled silently, and said with a smile on his face:

"Okay. ”