Da, da, da.

The horse's hooves stepped away, the wheels rolled, turned on the "vision" and turned to look at Klein, but he didn't see the gentle and sweet young lady as he had hoped, and his eyes were full of scenes of the brown body moving forward.

By this time, all the passengers at this station who were ready to take the public carriage had already boarded, and the door was tightly closed, gradually moving away.

And in the carriage, because the twenty or thirty humans were too close to each other, their auras overlapped each other and covered each other, and in Klein's eyes, they were simply colorful and colorful, and it was really difficult to distinguish.

He shook his head silently, raised his hand and tapped his eyebrows, turning off the "Spiritual Vision".

For him, just now it was a simple feeling that since he met it, he would help if he could, but if he had missed it and the situation was not particularly clear, he couldn't always remember and delay his own things.

Bathed in the crimson moonlight, along the Daffodil Street, which was still lively at this time, Klein strolled back to his house, and saw Melissa sitting at the dining table, with the bright gas lamp, buried in the practice assigned by the school.

She bit the shaft of her pen and frowned slightly, thinking hard.

"Where's Benson?" Klein asked casually.

"Ah......" Melissa looked up and was blank for a few seconds before saying, "He said that he had turned around several districts today, and he was so tired that he was sweating all over, so he needed to take a good bath and relax." ”

"Okay. Klein laughed, and suddenly noticed that Melissa was wearing a long dress that he had never seen before.

It is off-white in color overall, with fashionable leg of mutton sleeves, and the neckline and placket edges are inlaid with tulle ruffles.

"New dress?" Crane asked with a smile.

This is the consumption that he and Benson strongly demanded before.

Melissa said "um":

"Just got it back from Mrs. Rochelle, and I thought I'd have to wash it later, so I might as well try it first. ”

Crane listened with some confusion:

"Mrs. Rochelle?"

Isn't this a former neighbor?

Melissa nodded and explained seriously:

"Mrs. Rochelle is actually a tailor, but she was unlucky, and had to sew and mend clothes at home, and it was a little difficult, well, a little hard, and I knew she was good at work, and the price was cheaper than going to the ladies' coat shop, and it fit well, so I ordered a new dress from her, and it cost 9 soles and 5 pence, and it only took a few days, and the same style of dress, at Harrods, cost a whole 1 pound and a half!"

Good frugality...... Sister, I know that at least half of your reason is sympathy for Mrs. Rochel...... Instead of accusing Melissa of self-inflicted claims, Klein laughed instead:

"When have you ever been to Harrods?"

It was in the Hallse neighborhood, near the Divination Club, a place that could only be afforded by at least the middle class.

"......," Melissa said for a long time, "it's Selena, and Elizabeth, and you must let me accompany them, actually, um, I actually prefer gears, and I prefer places with steam and machinery, um." ”

"Girls visit the department store once in a while, well, it's good. Crane smiled to soothe his sister.

After chatting a few words, he hurriedly walked up to the second floor in a hurry to wash off the smell of the bar.

Just as he was about to go back to his bedroom to get a change of clothes, he suddenly heard movement in the bathroom near the small balcony.

In a few seconds, Benson opened the door as he wiped his receding hair.

"How's it going? Did you compliment Melissa on her new dress?" he asked, smiling, as he glanced at Crane.

"I thought I forgot, I just asked where I did it......" Crane thought for a moment.

Benson shook his head suddenly:

"What an incompetent brother, Melissa just got the long dress, she was reluctant to put it down, and finally got the dishes ready, washed the dishes, and immediately couldn't wait to put it on, and she still hasn't taken it off. ”

“...... Didn't she want to wait until she was done taking a shower to change it? by the way, wash it and dry it......" Klein subconsciously retorted with the explanation given by Melissa,

"Tsk. "It's been a hot few days, and she's been in the kitchen for so long, so I think it's going to be a lot more comfortable to do your homework after taking a shower than it is now." ”

Also right...... Klein suddenly looked at his brother Benson and smiled.

So you're like Melissa...... What's wrong with girls loving beauty, there's no need to make excuses to embellish...... The corners of his mouth turned up, he shook his head slightly, and walked into his bedroom.

Later, when he was taking a bath, Klein faintly heard a knock on the door downstairs, and suddenly muttered in his heart:

Doesn't the staff who pick up coins from the gas meter come once every two weeks?

Could it be Mrs. Shaw next door? No, this lady is said to strictly observe middle-class etiquette and will not visit at an inappropriate time.

Confused, Klein wiped himself clean, put on his old but comfortable shirt and trousers, and staggered downstairs.

He looked around, but found no strangers, so he asked aloud:

"Was there a knock on the door just now?"

Benson, who was leisurely reading the newspaper, smiled:

"It's Beechy Mountbatten, one of the police officers in charge of Iron Cross, who asked us if we met a boy of eighteen or nineteen with a round face today, and heh, he gave us a portrait to identify, but alas, Melissa and I haven't met, otherwise we would have gotten the bounty, what about you, Crane?"

"Nope. Klein probably understood what was going on.

"Instigator" Tris managed to escape from the Dragon Bar in the docklands and fled to the vicinity of Iron Cross Street and Daffodil Street, so the police came to the door to question.

And getting this step also shows that the operation to arrest the "instigators" is close to failure!

Klein didn't think much about it, because he hadn't started his combat training yet, and he could only say that he was just getting started, and it was a joke to think about dealing with a natural "assassin" at this time.

That night, he slept very poorly, always fearing that the "instigator" would sneak into his house and cause another bloody crime.

Luckily, Daffodil Street was safe all night, and the early morning sun dispelled all the gloom.

Relaxed, Klein changed into formal clothes, put on a top hat, and carried a cane, all the way to Zotland Street, and said hello to Roshan in the reception hall.

"Good morning, Klein. Roshan responded cheerfully, lowering her voice, "I heard that last night's big operation failed?"

"The operation to capture Tris, the 'instigator'?" Klein asked curiously.

"Uh-huh!" Roshan nodded heavily, glancing at the partition, "It seems that the informant of the substitute team found the 'instigator' in the docks...... Originally, their plan was to wait for the arrival of other extraordinary people and a special operations team of a police department before launching an operation, trying to solve it without disturbing ordinary people, but unfortunately the 'instigator' was very keen, found the problem in time, broke through in advance, and successfully escaped. ”

"At times like these, they need someone extraordinary with the ability to track, like me. Klein joked.

"There was no shortage of trackers at the time. Suddenly, Dunn Smith's voice rang out.

Roshan turned his head sharply and saw the captain in a black trench coat, leaning lightly against the partition door frame, staring at him with dark gray eyes.

She hurriedly raised her hands, covered her mouth, and then shook her head again and again, indicating that she had not said anything.

Dunn shifted his gaze to Klein, pondered for a moment, and said:

"The Punisher, the Heart of the Machine, and our Night Watchman, a total of more than six Extraordinary, tracked the injured Triss to the bottom of Iron Cross Street and found his temporary residence, however, the clue was broken here, whether it was supernatural means or normal investigation, it was useless, and he disappeared as if he had suddenly evaporated. ”

"Do you need my help with divination?" Crane asked tentatively.

Dunn shook his head slightly:

"The Heart of the Machine has a 'peeping man', a veteran and extraordinary person not much worse than the old Neil, and I even suspect that he is already in the position of Sequence 8, but I don't know what the corresponding potion is called. ”

"The Gnostic Society has been passed down to the present day, and there must be something special about them. Klein casually relieved the captain.

For the rest of the morning, as before, he continued his occult lessons, continued his reading of historical materials and documents, and continued the practice of certain techniques.

Seeing that lunch time was approaching, Klein gradually became a little absent-minded.

After a few more minutes, he simply packed up the materials and listened to the call of his stomach.

Just then, Dunn Smith came to the office of the civilian staff and said in a low and mellow voice:

"Klein, you and I will go to Chanis Gate, Seal '2-049' has been escorted to arrive, and your actions will require you to sense the notebook. ”

“...... Good. Crane replied as he got up.

His inner thoughts began to wander, wondering what the seal would look like, and whether this operation would be dangerous.

In this slightly tense silence, he followed Dunn down the stairs and into the corridor.

After going straight through the intersection, Dunn suddenly stopped, turned his head sideways, and said solemnly:

"You follow me to do this action, keep it all the time, never stop, remember, never stop, it's related to your safety!"

As he spoke, Dunn flexed his arms, stretched them out, stretched them out, and bent them up again, and so on and so on, without interruption.

Klein looked at the captain's demonstration blankly, and suddenly said with a flash of inspiration:

"Because of the special nature of that seal?"

"Yes. Dunn nodded solemnly, "This kind of action can let us find out that something is wrong with you at the first time, and there will be no danger to your life if you rescue you in time." ”

"Hmm. Klein didn't hesitate any longer and followed with the "arm flexion and extension".

"If this arm is tired, then change to another. Dunn admonished again.

The "2-049" seal is really strange...... What's the point of such a move? It's dangerous...... Klein's thoughts flashed, and he looked at the captain cautiously and said:

"Okay. ”

He had too many doubts in his mind, but because Chanismen was in sight, he had to force his patience.

Besides, with my level of secrecy, I guess I can't know the details, so I can only do as I am told...... Crane let out a sigh and followed Captain Dunn to the guard room outside Chanis' door.