In the wee hours of the morning, the well-ventilated but silent underground, the glow of the yellowish gas lamps is blessed by the glass, and it shines steadily and unswayingly in the quiet aisles.

Crane sat in the guard room, casually scrolling through the stacks of newspapers, magazines, and books in front of him, and distracted himself from paying attention to the outside, in case someone broke into Chanis Gate.

His coat and top hat hung from the coat rack at the entrance, and his cane was leaning quietly against the wall, within easy reach.

The rich aroma of coffee filled the air, and Crane involuntarily took a puff and pinched his temples to combat the heaviness of his head and the exhaustion of his body.

Although when he was studying in college on Earth, he was a macho man who often slept at 5 a.m. and got up at 12 o'clock at noon, worked for two or three years, stayed up late from time to time, and went to work the next day in good spirits, but this must be attributed to the fact that the games are so fun, the novels are too good, and the movie variety shows and TV series are so interesting.

And this world obviously doesn't have these late-night necessities.

"Russell the Great, too, if you want to pretend to be coerced, you must pretend to be complete, you must devote your limited life to unlimited causes, and you must lead the people of the other world into the information age in small steps!" Klein muttered silently, and could only comfort himself, at least there were newspapers, magazines, and more and more novels.

He originally wanted to overcome sleepiness with focused study, but practice found that this contradicted his own duties, because once he entered the state, it was easy to ignore the movement outside and ignore the situation of Chanismen.

Whew, Klein picked up his coffee cup and took a careful sip.

He took a sip, letting the scent linger in his mouth, letting the liquid flow slowly through his esophagus.

"Filmer coffee in the Pas Valley, bitter but refreshing. Klein exclaimed and put down his glass.

Located on the southern continent, the Paz Valley is a premium coffee bean producing area, and is currently being contested by the Republic of Intis and the Kingdom of Rune, which established colonial regimes on the left and right banks of the Pas Valley, respectively, and overthrew the original Kingdom of Pass.

In the quiet that makes people's hearts hairy, Klein picks up a magazine at random and finds that it is "Women's Aesthetics" that talks about clothing and matching.

"This must have been taken from Roshan......" he whispered amusedly, looking at it with interest.

Perhaps influenced by the rapid advances in camera technology in the last decade or so, the magazine "Women's Aesthetics" not only made extensive use of illustrations, but also imitated newspapers and used black and white photographs as content.

They were quite fashionable to invite famous theater and opera singers to show off the charm of the costumes and the magic of the combinations, and in just seven years, they developed from a new regional magazine in Beckland to a mainstream journal with channels all over the country.

"This dress is good, and it looks good...... Klein looked leisurely, not hiding his yearning for beauty.

He is a man with normal physical and mental development, and he has always admired beautiful girls very much, but he has already set a goal to find a way to go home, so he tries to keep his distance from the opposite sex, not wanting to delay the other party, and not wanting to leave emotional debts.

As for finding a street girl, he has a little cleanliness in this regard.

Benson and Melissa are already bonds, which cannot be lifted, and can only be remedied in the future...... Crane suddenly felt heavy and couldn't help but sigh.

The longer you are away from home, the more you can feel the melancholy in the dead of night.

He instantly lost interest in admiring the beautiful lady, put down the magazine in his hand, and picked up a novel instead.

"Stormstorm Cottage," by Forthth Wall. Klein read out the main content of the cover.

The quiet late night, the faint yellow light, and a book with a cover reminded him of the days when he rented books to read when he was a child, so he read them with nostalgia.

The novel "Stormy Villa" tells the story of Lady Sissi, who is 1.65 meters tall and weighs 98 pounds, and enters the Frius Hill Villa as a governess.

"One pound is equal to about one pound...... Is this an otherworldly version of Jane Eyre?" Klein rubbed his fingers against the tactile paper, speculating about what was going on.

However, when he thinks it's a romance novel, a "ghost" appears in the back, and when he believes it's a supernatural novel, Ms. Sissi reveals herself as a detective and gives a gorgeous reasoning.

When Klein felt that there was nothing wrong with this detective novel, the male protagonist was hit the head, lost his memory, and began a tear-jerking plot.

“...... In the end, it's still a romance novel. Crane closed the book and took a sip of coffee with a headache.

Boom!

Knock! Knock!

The sound of fierce percussion resounded, echoing through the dim and quiet corridors, echoing underneath almost no one else.

Crane was startled, and his spirit tensed violently.

Instinctively, he took the revolver out of the pouch under his armpit, adjusted the magazine and trigger, and slowly leaned towards the door, looking for the source of the sound.

Knock! Knock!

Bang! Bang!

The slapping became more and more intense, and Crane followed the prestige and saw the black iron open door with the seven holy emblems painted on it.

"Voices coming from behind Chanis?" his eyes narrowed, and his heart beat like a drum.

Bang! Bang!

Klein saw Chanisman's door shake slightly, and felt the force it was bearing.

"Won't you...... I've only been on my first day here, and I've had an accident, have I had more bad luck after crossing over?" Crane broke out in a cold sweat as he held the handle of his gun.

But soon, he remembered the captain's advice: no matter what sound he heard, no matter what happened, he should not open the Chanis door unless it was opened from the inside.

Uh, is this normal? Klein calmed down a lot.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,

"It's normal, it scares me to death...... Klein whispered as he returned to the duty room.

Just then, he heard a piercing grinding sound, and saw Chanis's door heavy outward, cracking a gap!

Stab!

In a voice that was so jerky that it made people's teeth ache, Klein's eyes almost froze and saw a figure, about the height of an adult's ordinary man's forearm, wearing a black, elegant, miniature court dress with obvious stains on the hem.

It had a face that was not very delicate, with dark eyes and a pursed mouth.

It's a puppet, a toy puppet!

Almost as soon as Klein subconsciously raised his gun to aim, the puppet in the black court dress pressed tightly and firmly against the open Chanis Gate, unfolding the paper in his hand.

On the paper were depicted a number of hidden symbols, some Klein knew and some he had not yet mastered, and together they formed a vertical eye!

Before Klein could think about what was going on, the court puppet was suddenly pulled back behind the Chanis Gate, and was forcefully pulled back behind the Chanis Gate by the invisible!

Bang dang!

The Chanis Gate closed again, and there was no more tapping, no more slapping motion.

The earth returned to its usual tranquility and silence, as if nothing had happened.

"Chanis has been opened from the inside, and I have to report to the captain...... But it closed the ...... again" At this time, Klein regained his thoughts, shocked, frightened, and confused.

After a few seconds, he remembered what the puppet in the black court dress was, because he was a full member of the Night Watch and had long been qualified to know the "3" level item sealed behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen.

"ID: 0625. ”

"Name: Doom Muppet. ”

"Hazard Level: '3', there is a certain danger, you need to use it carefully, only actions of more than three people can apply. ”

"Confidentiality Level: Full members of the night watchman and above. ”

"Sealing method: Only need to be isolated from humans. ”

"Description: The puppet wears a court dress that was popular circa 1300, and the skirt has traces of filth that are difficult to erase, and it is impossible to confirm whether it existed in the first place. ”

"In several tragic cases in the city of Tingen due to the family's financial crisis, the police noticed the existence of the puppet, which was always placed in the children's bedrooms, on the cabinet next to the bedside. ”

Several night watchmen were commissioned to investigate the puppet. ”

"It was preliminarily confirmed that it would bring bad luck, make the people around him gradually unlucky, fall into crisis, and eventually die one by one, and the subject was on the verge of bankruptcy after only two weeks. ”

"This puppet has no living properties, and has no tendency to try to escape the seal. ”

"After a long period of experimentation, we have found that as long as you enter within 10 meters of it for no more than half an hour a day, you will not be contaminated with bad luck, and if you are already doomed, you can transfer it to another owner, and the situation will improve. ”

"Addendum: The first appearance of this puppet was at the house of Mrs. Tess on Lower Iron Cross Street in the West End, she was a toy-making craftsman who had to move to Lower Iron Cross Street due to her old age, her husband's serious illness, and the early death of her two children. ”

It was the last toy she sold, and she traded the puppet for some pansy juice that ended her and her husband's life of starvation for more than three days. ”

Klein recalled the information on the seal "3-0625", and his heart was filled with more doubts and horrors:

"Doesn't that mean that this puppet doesn't have the properties of being alive?

"So what did I just see!"

"What was it that pulled it back at the end?"

"What does the pattern on the unfolded paper represent?"

"In that scene just now, it really looks like there is a perverted murderer in it dealing with the victim, and the victim tries to bang on the door and call for help, but is pulled back again......"

With so many ideas, Klein decided not to take matters into his own hands.

He returned to the guard room and pulled a rope.

The ropes were pulled, the gears were running, and a hurried bell rang in the Black Thorn Security Company on the second floor. 、

Leonard Mitchell and other sleepless people who were playing cards in the entertainment room immediately put down their pokers and rushed underground.

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