Time passed smoothly, and Tingen sent off the tail of summer, and by mid-August, the temperature had stabilized at 267 degrees Celsius.

Crash!

Crane abruptly stood up from the tub and stepped out, bringing droplets of water to his feet.

He stood naked, looking down at his abdomen, and with a little effort, he saw the lines of muscles clearly outlined.

This is the result of his persistence in training during this time, and in addition, the whole person seems to be much more energetic.

And today, his martial arts teacher, Gawain, began to teach him basic boxing footwork and power techniques.

Snap, snap, snap, Klein's bare feet stomped on the bathroom floor, sometimes sliding forward, sometimes retreating, sometimes flashing right, accompanied by punches and blocks.

Whew, he stopped, exhaled happily, took the towel next to him, and wiped himself.

In the more than two weeks since he came into contact with the insane asylum doctor, Dast Guderian, Klein seems to have escaped from the strange circle of coincidences, and his life has become stable, receiving a salary step by step, delving into the occult, practicing shooting and fighting, transplanting and developing new dishes, accumulating decent cutlery and furnishings one by one with his brother and sister Melissa, consulting captain Dunn, teammate Leonard and others about extraordinary cases in the past, and going to the club to help people with divination, and strictly following the rules he has summarized.

This made his mind settle, if it weren't for the fact that he would still miss the earth in the dead of night, if it wasn't for the fact that the red chimney hadn't been clarified, if it weren't for the patterns passed by the Doom puppets occasionally appearing in dreams, he would have to start getting used to and miss his current life.

During this period, the "Tarot Society" was convened three times, and Crane did not get a new Russell diary, but according to "Justice", she has met two extraordinary people and is naturally contacting them, and when she enters the corresponding circle, she should be able to trade more Russell diaries.

And the "hanging man" also said that he had returned to land and was dealing with some affairs, and as soon as he was free, he immediately started to look for it.

In addition, "Justice" feels that the two extraordinary people she has newly met are both worthy of development, for example, each has a good cover for her identity, each has a certain and unsimilar resource channel, and each has its own persistence and characteristics, not the kind of person who will sell secrets at will, the only problem is that they only have Sequence 9, which is not very suitable for a high-end and strict secret organization like the "Tarot Society".

I feel more like a pyramid scheme...... At that time, "Fool" Crane just wanted to hide his face and sigh, and he couldn't find the words to deal with Miss "Justice's good self", so he could only promise to let her make further observations of the two extraordinary beings.

Of course, "Justice" is not the innocent and romantic girl at the beginning, she carefully did not mention the names and characteristics of the two extraordinary people, afraid that the "Hanged Man" would find out about herself.

"Miss Justice said that she clearly felt the signs of the potion digestion, and that it might be three or four weeks before she could complete the role of the 'audience'...... the recipe for the 'mind reader' had to be put on the agenda......" Klein, who had wiped his body clean, put the towel aside, and while putting on his underwear, he thought about the "Tarot Club" the day before yesterday.

In the past twenty days, he had only met with Dr. Darst Guderian, and in the spirit of not being able to hurry, he only talked about the state of the other party, and asked about some inconsequential things in the psychological alchemy meeting.

And the speed at which "Justice" digested the potion forced him to think ahead of time about how to get the Sequence 8 "Mind Reader" recipe from Dust.

Buttoning his shirt one by one, Crane picked up another dry towel and used it to wrap his head and absorb the moisture from his short hair.

Compared to "Justice", he digested the "Fortune Teller" potion only fast and not slowly, and by this week, there was no longer any such thing as hearing sounds that should not be heard and seeing scenes when he was in a state of meditation and vision.

Turning the towel back, Klein wiped his hair again, looked up at the door, and said to himself silently:

"The 'Diviner Code' that I have summarized is indeed valid, and it will be ...... next week Next week, I should be able to completely digest the potion...... I don't know where to get the hornachis grey goat unicorn crystal and human face rose in the 'Joker' recipe...... Maybe you can follow Ms. Dali's example and submit a special application...... But that will definitely be noticed by the upper echelons...... I just want to be lewd now...... The believers of the Aurora Society's development in the police department have also been found, but they still don't know who Mr. Z is......"

"Henry said that the 'Red Chimney' commission could be completed by the end of the week...... My private money is back to just over £7, so I don't have to worry about how to pay the balance......"

"I can't see any problems with some of the housing and guest information he gave before, and I don't have time to check them one by one......"

"Maybe you can start by looking at which house with a red chimney has recently changed occupants?"

"Well, that's an idea. ”

......

After twenty or thirty seconds of meditation, he put on his gray and black trousers, put on his bow tie, fastened his gun bag, threw the changed knight's practice suit into the laundry basket, opened the door and walked out of the bathroom—he had just finished his Wednesday afternoon's martial arts training, and he was still at the home of his teacher, Gawain.

"Hello, Mr. Moretti. Gawain's handymaid happened to pass by and hurriedly bowed.

Klein nodded slightly, pointed to the messy and wet bathroom, and said:

"Please, clean it up. ”

"It's my job, the laundry will be handled by the washer, who comes at six o'clock. The handyman replied with her head bowed.

Female pulp washers do not have food and shelter, and they are paid very little, so they are not employed by only one family, but often contract the clothes of many residents in the vicinity, or rush to the field every day, and immediately go to another house after washing, or collect all of them at home and dispose of them together, and send them back in turn, only in this way can they barely survive.

Without further words, Klein went to the living room and said goodbye to his master in the rocking chair.

He saw Gawain, with his gray-haired temples bowing his head lifelessly, a light brown blanket on his legs, and a copy of the Achowa Evening in his hand.

Klein knew that the man in front of him, bathed in the western sun, was in his early fifties, but he was so drowsy that he seemed to be eighty or ninety years old.

In the usual martial arts training, Gawain also remained silent, only speaking when he should be instructed, never talking or chatting, and Klein was tired every day and lacked the desire to take the initiative to talk, so the relationship between the two sides is still cold.

"Looking at Mr. Gao Wen's demonstration, his strength is still quite amazing, and his pace is agile enough, and it is not a problem to beat me three estimates...... He had a salary from the police department and bought a piece of land in the countryside on the outskirts of Tingen, where he could receive a fixed rent...... He hired a cook, a handyman, and a washer...... In the big food country on the earth, there is such a fifty or sixty-year-old gentleman who has traveled all over the world to ......"

Crane withdrew his gaze from Gawain and shook his head to the coat rack and removed his half-height silk top hat and thin black trench coat.

Dressed neatly, he grabbed his cane and walked out of the house, approaching the gate along the stone path with weeds on both sides.

At this moment, he saw a two-wheeled carriage parked outside the iron fence, and a familiar man was standing.

"Leonard?" Crane whispered to himself as he looked at his nightwatcher-teammate, whose hair was unkemptly messy.

Leonard, who was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and buttonless leather boots, was spinning his hat in his hand, and when he saw Klein come out, he smiled and said:

"Surprised?"

There is only surprise, no joy...... Crane ignored the other party's impropriety, stared at the false poet's green eyes, and said:

"What's the matter?"

Leonard put his hat on and said:

"Captain, let you cooperate with me and Fry, we'll talk more about it on the way. ”

"Okay. Klein followed the other into the carriage.

When the scenery on both sides swept back, Leonard picked up the briefcase next to him and threw it to the opposite side.

Klein took it steadily, took out the paper, and flipped through it carefully.

"At 11 p.m. on August 11, in the West End Workhouse, the bankrupt Sauls attempted to set fire to the workhouse, causing a tragedy, but in the end he only burned himself to death......"

"At 10 p.m. on August 11, dock worker Zid jumped into the Tasok River, ending his life in poverty......"

"At 8 p.m. on August 11, Mrs. Lawwes, who made pasted matchboxes on the lower streets of Iron Cross Street, died of a sudden illness......"

......

When he saw the first two things, Klein was puzzled for a while, thinking that similar deaths were too common and common, not only should they not be taken seriously by the night watch, but even the police department had to avoid wasting police resources.

But looking down, he gradually frowned.

After turning two pages, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Leonard, and said:

"That's a lot, isn't it?"

When there are so many normal deaths, it is difficult to call them normal.

Leonard nodded solemnly:

"The number of deaths in the last two weeks is five times higher than normal. ”

"The Tingen City Police Department found out about this problem when it was statistical, and quickly handed it over to us, to the penalizer and the mechanical heart. ”

"While these deaths are all well verified, the captain thinks we have to re-check them, which may require the aid of divination or ritual magic. ”

Klein suddenly said:

"I see. ”

Leonard snapped his fingers and said:

"I, you and Frye are in a group, he is waiting for us in the lower streets of Iron Cross, and Siga, Luo Yao and Old Neil are in a group to investigate the corresponding incident in the North District, and the captain stays in the security company to deal with the accident. ”

"Hmm. Klein nodded solemnly, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked, "Can I go home first and leave a note?"

He had to tell his brother and sister that he was not at home for dinner tonight.

Leonard laughed:

"No problem, just dropped by. ”

Only then did Klein settle down, and went through the deaths again, trying to find connections between different ways of dying, different names, and different points in time.

Looking at it, he thought to himself:

This is my first group mission since becoming a Night Watchman?

PS: Regarding a plot from yesterday, without spoilers, if I want to force Klein not to turn on the psychic vision so as to miss the observation, then I will use a softer and less uncomfortable way, such as turning on the psychic vision, but finding nothing, or just a minor mental problem, so that there is enough reason to explain later.

So why stress about being too late and forgetting, and why?

You've got some confidence in me, hey.