That Antigonus family notebook was in the room opposite the kidnappers!

Although it was a coincidence, Klein believed that there was nothing wrong with his feelings.

He immediately turned over and got out of bed, and took off the old clothes he had worn when he went to bed two or three times.

He took the white shirt next to him, draped it over his body, and quickly buttoned it from top to bottom.

One, two, three...... He suddenly noticed that there was a button missing, and the left and right sides didn't seem to be symmetrical.

On closer inspection, Klein realized that he had buttoned the wrong button from the start, making the shirt distorted.

He shook his head helplessly, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled it, using some meditation techniques to regain some calm.

Dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, he barely put on his armpit straps and took out the revolver hidden under the fluffy pillow and placed it inside.

Ignoring his bow tie, he put on his formal attire and walked to the door with a hat in one hand and a cane in the other.

Putting on his half-height silk top hat, Crane gently twisted the handle, opened the door, and entered the hallway.

Carefully closing the wooden door of the bedroom, he descended the stairs almost silently like a thief, leaving two lines of words with a pen and paper in the living room, indicating that he had forgotten to say that he had something to do with the company last night and that he needed to arrive early today.

Walking out of the door, Klein suddenly felt a refreshing cool breeze, and the whole person calmed down.

The street in front of him was dark and silent, there were no pedestrians, only the light of the gas street lamps shining silently.

Klein took out his pocket watch from his inner pocket, snapped it open, and found that it was just six o'clock, and the crimson moonlight had not completely faded, but the sky was already a touch of translucency.

He was looking for an expensive rental carriage to hire when he suddenly saw a trackless public carriage with two horses and four wheels approaching.

"There's a public carriage so early?" Klein was slightly surprised, and greeted him, beckoning to stop.

"Good morning, sir. The coachman skillfully stopped the horses.

The staff member next to him who was in charge of collecting money covered his mouth with his hand and yawned.

"Go to Zotland Street. Klein said as he pulled out two onepence and four halfpence from his trouser pocket.

"4pence. The staff member in charge of the charge replied without hesitation.

After handing over the fare, Crane got into the carriage, only to see that it was empty, and there were no other guests, and it was visibly deserted in the dimness.

"You're number one. The coachman said with a smile.

The two brown horses took a stride and moved forward relatively briskly.

"Frankly, I didn't expect there to be a bus so early. Klein sat down close to the coachman and replied casually to distract him and ease the tension.

The coachman laughed at himself:

"Every day from six o'clock to nine o'clock in the evening, but my salary is only one pound a week. ”

"Isn't there time to rest?" Klein asked in surprise.

"Rotate one day off a week. The coachman's tone became heavy.

The toll collector next to him added:

"We take care of 6 a.m. to 11 a.m., then we go to lunch, we go to our lunch break, and we wait until dinner, which is 6 o'clock, and then we replace our colleagues...... Even if we don't have to rest, two horses do. ”

"It wasn't like this before, but since some coachmen were too tired and made undue mistakes, causing the horses to lose control and the carriages to overturn, there was such a rotation...... How could those vampires suddenly become kind!" the coachman scoffed.

In the morning light, the carriage headed for Zotland Street, carrying only seven or eight passengers along the way.

After relieving the tension a little, Klein stopped talking, closed his eyes, and flashed back to yesterday's experience frame by frame, to see if anything else was missing.

By the time the sun had fully risen and the sky was really bright, the public carriage arrived at Zotland Street.

With his hat in his left hand, Crane jumped out of the carriage.

He walked briskly into 36 Zotland Street and followed the stairs to the outside of Blackthorn Security.

At this point, the door is closed and has not yet opened.

Crane removed the keychain from his waist, found his brass counterpart, tucked it into the hole, and twisted it with a "click".

He pushed the door back, and saw Leonard Mitchell, with black hair and green eyes, sniffing the latest popular cigarette.

"In fact, I prefer cigars...... You look eager?" asked the poet-like night watchman with a relaxed and pleasant attitude.

"Where's the captain?" Klein asked rhetorically.

Leonard pointed to the partition:

"In his office. As a 'sleepless' promotion, he only needs to rest for two hours during the day, and I think those factory owners, bankers, must have liked this potion the most. ”

Klein nodded, walked quickly through the partition, and saw Dunn Smith open the office door and stand at the entrance.

"What's the matter?" he wore a black trench coat and carried a gold-encrusted cane, his expression calm and serious.

"I had the feeling of 'I seem to have seen it somewhere', and it was probably that notebook, the notes of the Antigonus family. Klein struggled to control himself and make his answers coherent.

"Where?" said Dunn Smith's face did not change significantly.

But Klein's inspiration told him that there seemed to be a distinct, invisible fluctuation in the other party, which could be a sparkle of the spirit or a change in mood.

"Just yesterday where Leonard and I rescued the hostages, across from the kidnapper's room, I didn't notice it until I had a dream and got a revelation. Klein didn't hide anything.

"It looks like I missed a very big credit yesterday. Leonard, who had walked to the partition at some point, chuckled.

Dunn bowed slightly, and commanded with a solemn expression:

"Let Kornley replace Old Neil in guarding the arsenal, and let Old Neil and Frye come with us. ”

Leonard stopped acting frivolous and immediately informed Kornley and Frye in the Nightwatcher's Entertainment Room that one of them was the "Sleepless" and the other was the "Corpse Collector".

Five minutes later, the two-wheeled carriage belonging to the Night Watch Team sped up at a rapid pace, in the early morning when there were not many pedestrians.

Wearing a felt hat, shirt and waistcoat, Leonard acts as a makeshift coachman, occasionally flicking his whip out of thin air to make it crunch.

In the carriage, Crane and Neal Sr. sat on the same side, opposite Dunn Smith and Fry.

The "corpse collector" was so fair-skinned that he looked like he hadn't been exposed to the sun for a long time, or was severely ischemia, he was about thirty years old, with black hair and blue eyes, a high nose, thin lips, and a cold and dark temperament, as if there was a faint smell left by touching corpses for many years.

"You go into detail again. Dunn straightened the collar of his black trench coat.

Klein Mo held the citrine pendant hidden by his sleeve, and from the time he accepted the commission, he talked until the dream, and the old Neil next to him smiled and said:

"You seem to have some kind of fateful bond with the Antigonus family notebook, so you can meet it as well. ”

If it weren't for Leonard's mention, the preliminary interrogation results of Eliot's kidnapping case showed that there was no covert force or mysterious force manipulation, but a case of simply taking risks for money, I would have suspected that someone deliberately arranged it...... Klein was also quite strange about this.

What a coincidence!

Dunn didn't say anything, as if he was pondering something, and Frye, who was also wearing a black trench coat, remained silent.

It wasn't until the carriage stopped, and the building Klein was talking about, appeared outside the window, that the silence was broken.

"Let's go up, Crane, you and old Neil go at the back, be careful, you must be careful. Dunn dismounted from the carriage, pulled out of his bosom a strange revolver with a distinctly long and thick barrel, and slipped it into his right hand pocket.

"Okay. "Klein is reckless.

When Leonard found someone to guard the carriage, a group of five extraordinary people entered the staircase in an orderly manner, and walked to the third floor with light steps.

"Is this here?" Leonard gestured to the room across from the kidnappers.

Klein tapped his eyebrows twice and turned on his vision.

In this state, his inspiration was raised again, and he felt that the door seemed familiar, and he seemed to have entered it.

"Yes. He was sure to bow his head.

Old Neil also turned on his own spiritual vision, and after careful observation, he said:

"There's no one in there, and there's no magic aura. ”

"The Collector" Frei added hoarsely:

"There are no evil spirits. ”

He didn't need to turn on his vision to see many spirits, including evil spirits and resentful spirits.

Leonard stepped forward and, just like yesterday, punched the door lock.

This time, not only did the surrounding planks shatter, but even the door locks snapped off and fell to the ground.

Klein felt that some invisible seal disappeared in an instant, and immediately after, he smelled a strong stench.

"Corpses, decomposing corpses. "The corpse collector," Frye said coldly.

He didn't show any nausea.

Dunn stretched out his black-gloved right hand and slowly pushed the door open, and the first thing that greeted everyone was a fireplace, which was unusually hot and humid in the early July weather.

In front of the fireplace, there was a rocking chair, on which an old woman in a black and white dress sat with her head bowed.

Her whole body had grown a lot bigger, her skin was black and green, swollen to the point of shining, and it seemed that if she poked it casually, it would burst open, spewing out a rotten stench, and the maggots or parasites crawled in and out of the flesh and putrefaction, in the clothes and folds—in the spiritual vision, they were like points of light, surrounded by a mass of extinguished "darkness".

Smack, smack.

The old woman's two eyeballs fell off and fell to the ground, rolling a few times, leaving a few yellow-brown marks.

Crane was sick to his stomach, unable to resist the effects of the stench, and bent over and vomited.