Wendell eventually finds the legendary conductor, who asks the stunned conductor to inform the driver and ask him to stop the train.

"Is it again...... Young man, do you know what the rules are for this time? Maybe I need to update the Passenger Information again. ”

The drunken conductor took out a bunch of keys and staggered towards the cab.

"If you are spotted by a ghost and come across it, you will become a ghost."

"Drinking juice that shouldn't be there turns into a red uniformed conductor."

"No ticket will be expelled from the train."

"Communicating with the red-uniformed conductor will be towed."

Wendell replied briefly and immediately asked, "Isn't this the first time it's happened?" ”

"It's not."

"Why didn't anyone notify the police department or the church?"

As the key turned, the old conductor muttered indistinctly: "You'll know when you go out." ”

Everything went smoothly, as if finding the conductor, the game was over, and there were no other surprises.

Outside the open door was still a fog of silence, Wendell stood in the doorway, he looked back at the slightly rickety back of the conductor, then turned back to look in front of him, hesitated for a long time, he returned to the conductor's lounge, found a fairly strong rope, he fixed himself and the handle of the heavy iron door in the cab at both ends of the rope, then took a deep breath and took a step.

It seemed that the sound of the starlight breaking suddenly collided on the eardrums, Wendell lost his mind for a moment, but immediately his ears were flooded with a large number of noisy sounds, and when he blinked his eyes at the same time, and then raised his eyelids, the world became clear, and the orange street lamps gently hugged the weaving pedestrians.

Wendell felt like he had stepped across time and space, finally returning to reality.

He looked back at the train behind him again, every car door was open, and a few people were still going out, and someone saw him and the rope, and there was an incomprehensible puzzled expression.

The steam train was mostly empty, and most of them had already gotten out of the train, or were sitting at the table, or had already made their way to the hotel.

Wendell silently untied the rope, touched his papers, confirmed the direction, and walked out of the station quickly, he wanted to go to the police department as soon as possible and send a telegram to MI9.

……

In one of the cars of the steam train, Klein picked up his suitcase and prepared to go to dinner in this small town near Tingen.

Although the town is only an hour's steam train ride from Tingen, Klein has never been here before, and he has not even left Tingen for more than 20 years.

The variety of food here is no different from the one in Tingen City in Klein's memory, it is different from before, but now he doesn't have to worry about the cost of food, but when he sees the special eel bibimbap on the menu, Klein remembers the classroom at Hoy University, and when he sees the lamb stewed with tender peas, Klein remembers the cluttered streets of the Iron Cross neighborhood.

"Is there a Sorcer's potion recipe on the menu?"

Klein's thoughts were interrupted, and he unconsciously flipped the menu over, and found that there was a blank space behind it, and Klein silently flipped the menu back.

"Or is there some hidden treasure map on it that can make you rich overnight?"

The lamp god sat boredly in the seat opposite and played with his oil lamp, not looking up at the hustle and bustle of the restaurant, nor at Klein in a daze.

Klein was probably very accustomed to the style of the lamp god, so he didn't make a retort and looked at the menu seriously.

Early the next morning, Klein boarded the steam train on time.

Without any incident, the steam train arrived at its destination in the evening.

Back in Byam, Klein had already devised a new identity for himself.

This is supposed to be an experienced middle-aged man, he was born in a small town in Makai County, he was well-off and well-educated when he was young, and when his parents died unexpectedly as an adult, he came to Conston alone, the capital of Makai County, tried a variety of jobs, and finally was encouraged to go to Desy Bay to seek wealth on the sea.

From here, the identity begins with a nesting doll.

At the outermost level, through more than a decade of hard work, he owned land and mines in Dixie County, and became a wealthy man with aspirations.

In the middle level, he used the Gulf of Didis as a springboard, partnered with others, and accumulated enough wealth in the colonial area of East and West Bailang through smuggling, brokering and other modest means, and he was ready to go to the capital to wash his name and seek promotion in class status through political donations and other means.

The innermost layer, in the past ten years, he has had a wealth of experience in many cities in the north and south continents, of course, he failed to make a fortune, he cheated a sum of money in Desey County, fled to Beckland, and used the money as the starting capital, and carefully designed a scam. After pretending to be a rich man in Beckland, spending a lot of money in the early stage to establish the image of an investment genius, and winning the trust of enough rich people, he faked a very tempting project to trick people into investing, and finally absconded with the money. The idea came from a well-known veteran fraudster who almost became the real creator's father.

In order to make these matryoshka dolls more convincing, Klein had already made a lot of preparations in advance, and while he was staying in Byam to make money to pay off his debts, he had already traveled to Ducy Bay and East Bailang to lay a lot of clues.

Now, all he needs to do is buy an identity certificate in Makai County, then find a small town, and fabricate a person's existence through a series of proof materials that appear in different data rooms out of thin air.

Of course, he came to Makai County for another purpose, which was to falsify the existence of Charlotte Moriarty, a great detective from Conston City.

With Seigno's help, in just a few days, rumors of haunting appeared in many parts of Conston.

This is mainly because Crane listened to the essence of the Lamp God's role as the Master of the Puppet and the Sorcerer.

In Byam, Gilsias has set up an image of a vengeful devil, and now, Crane is ready to give Señol the identity of a Midnight Ghost.

At the turn of the long, wet rainy season, Klein finally returned to Beckland.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the most expensive inn room in Hillston, watching the drizzle outside, Klein's mind wandered, and his mind came to mind the meteor storm that had to leave Beckland, and the lightning storm that forced him to say goodbye to Byam, and in the end, it all turned into a sigh for the loss of gold pounds.

"Let's sell the shares of the bicycle company first, otherwise we won't be able to support the identity of Daun Dantès."

With an umbrella in hand, he walked out of the room, and in the corner that was missed by the street lights, Crane took on the form of Sherlock.

Klein walked to the side of the street to hail a rental carriage, and suddenly remembered that Mr. Detective was a financially constrained and very frugal fellow, and after considering the distance, Crane walked to the public carriage waiting area with an umbrella.

(End of chapter)