Crane, who was hiding in the shadows of the house dozens of meters away, had been looking at the target building in the dark, and vaguely heard a violent wind, and clearly distinguished the sound of a gunshot.

"If the enemy flees towards me, should I draw my gun and pretend not to see it?" he thought as his body shuddered slightly, his palms sweating.

It is absolutely impossible for an extraordinary person who can shorten the life of a dying person by various means only Sequence 9 or Sequence 8, which is not something that he, a soothsayer, can confront head-on, even if he sacrifices himself, he may not be able to delay the other party and create an opportunity for Dunn and Leonard to catch up.

Luckily, the goddess of the night, who ruled the calamity, seemed to hear the prayers of his "faithful" guards, and no one fled to where Crane was hiding.

After several minutes, he heard the sound of singing coming from the target building.

Turning his ear over his ears to distinguish it, Klein confirmed that it was a folk tune that Leonard Mitchell used to hum, and that it was full of vulgar phrases.

Whew, he breathed a sigh of relief, with a gun in one hand and a staff in the other, stepped out of the shadows and moved closer to the target building.

This folk tune is the signal of the rendezvous he agreed with Dunn and the others!

As soon as he took two steps, Klein suddenly paused, leaned his cane against the iron fence next to him, and switched the left wheel with one hand.

Then, he unfastened the silver chain in his cuff and let the citrine pendant fall naturally.

Swapping the positions of the revolver and the pendulum, Crane waited until the shaking of the citrine was smooth, immediately half-closed his eyes, entered a meditative state, and silently recited the divination statement:

"The singing just now is an illusion. ”

"The singing just now is an illusion. ”

......

Seven times later, he opened his eyes and saw the pendant turning counterclockwise.

"It's not a hallucination...... Klein put his heart back in place, put on his pendulum, picked up his cane, and quickly approached the arched iron fence gate of the target building, and then handed the silver-inlaid black cane to his right palm, which was held along with the left wheel.

He had just reached out and touched the railing and tried to push it away, when he suddenly felt a biting chill rush over him, like an ice cube that had been stuffed around his neck without being mentally prepared.

Klein his hand and grinned.

"It's like winter here......" he looked out at the garden behind the iron fence gate, and saw that the branches were withering, the flowers were withering, and many of the leaves were dyed with hoarfrost on the black-brown earth.

Klein sighed to himself, knocked his fingers on his eyebrows twice, and turned on his vision.

With his left hand, he retrieved the silver-encrusted black wooden staff, pressed it against the fence, and pushed open the hidden gate.

With a creaking sound, he passed sideways, stepping onto the stone path that led to the gray-blue building, flanked by plants that faintly looked like ghosts in the night.

Such images reminded Klein of all sorts of ghost stories and supernatural movies.

He subconsciously slowed down his breathing and quickened his pace, but just after walking a few meters, his left shoulder was suddenly slapped by someone.

Puff! Puff! Klein's heart froze at first, then beat violently.

He raised his right hand, aimed it in that direction with his revolver, then slowly turned around and looked over.

In the faint light, he saw a branch stagger, nearly falling.

"Do you scare yourself?" Crane twitched the corners of his mouth, waved his cane, and knocked the branch off.

As he continued to walk, his ears began to appear as if there were no crying and mournful sounds, and his eyes also reflected a series of transparent, vague, and almost invisible "shadows".

Feeling the breath of the living and the warmth of flesh and blood, these phantoms rushed over one after another.

Crane was startled and immediately ran, staggering into the front door of the gray-blue house.

This is what the captain said about feeling the atmosphere, and it was much more terrible than helping Sir de Ville...... Resentment is obviously more rigid than "Shadow", and there is no active aggression...... He thought as he walked to the altar in the center of the drawing-room, a round table filled with crudely made puppets and three extinguished candles.

Dunn Smith was standing in front of the altar, with his back to Klein, puppet by puppet and looking at it.

Frye the "Corpse Collector" watched the wandering "ghosts" silently, trying to reach out to soothe them, but could only pass through weakly, and the "ghosts" did not attack him, as if they were his own kind.

When Leonard Mitchell saw Klein arrive, his tone changed, and his voice became low and magnetic:

"It was a quiet morning,"

"Just right for that more tranquil sadness. ”

"I can only hear through the withering autumn leaves"

The sound of chestnuts falling to the ground gently. (Note 1)

......

In this gentle and gentle singing of poetry, Klein seemed to see a lake reflecting the sparkling moonlight, and saw the red moon hanging quietly high in the sky.

Those "ghosts" calmed down, no longer chasing the breath of the living and the warmth of flesh and blood.

Dunn put down the puppet in his hand, turned around, and said to Klein:

"It's a terrible curse ritual, and luckily, we've broken it. ”

"You set up rituals to appease the remaining spirits, and then try to channel them and see if you can get clues from them. ”

Finding that he was no longer a burden, Klein immediately raised his head and said:

"Yes, Captain. ”

He took two or three steps to the altar and reached out to sweep the puppets out of the round table.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that each puppet had a different name and corresponding information.

"Captain, did you find anyone you knew?" Klein asked casually.

After asking, he looked at Dunn, who looked at him again, and both fell silent.

I'm so stupid...... How could I ask a question that would test the captain's memory!

If I change to another leader, I will definitely find an opportunity to wear small shoes for me in the future, but fortunately, fortunately, the captain will forget about it...... I really don't know if this is an advantage or a disadvantage...... He thought half rejoicing, half teasingly.

After more than ten seconds of silence, Dunn seemed to finally distinguish between reality and dreams, and said:

"There's someone you know. ”

"Who?" Crane stopped as he rearranged the candles.

"Joyce Meyer, a survivor of the Alfalfa massacre. Dunn replied succinctly.

Joyce Meyer Anna's fiancé...... Klein suddenly thought of the workhouse's Sauls who seemed to have been instigated and induced by others to break out in advance and try to set fire.

He withdrew his right hand and said in a deep voice:

"'Instigator' Tris?"

"He tried to curse all the survivors of the Alfalfa tragedy with the shortened lives of dying people, because he didn't know who found out about the problem and reported it to the police......"

It is unlikely that Tris will be able to kill all of his targets scattered in different places at once, and after two or three cases at most, he will be noticed by the Night Watchman, the Substitute Punisher, and the Machine Heart, and lose the chance to continue the crime...... Klein almost figured out why the other party had chosen the way he did.

Dunn nodded first, then shook his head:

"Not all survivors, but all survivors of the city of Tingen, and his curse ritual can only affect the population within this range. ”

"Also, the celebrant of the ceremony was a woman, not Tris. ”

Klein frowned slightly and said:

"Maybe it's a strong man sent by the Gnosis to help Tris?"

"Well, the source of the Gnosis Society may involve the Witch Sect, and it's normal for the strong to be women. ”

Dunn smiled and said in a mellow voice, "I agree with your judgment, although there is only the woman here, and there is no Tris, you can make the necessary guesses, for example, they don't live together, for example, Tris is out looking for someone who is dying." ”

Klein didn't say anything more, set up the three candles, took out materials such as full moon essential oil and crimson sandalwood, and quickly set up the altar.

Creating a sealed wall with a silver dagger, he began to pray to the "goddess of the night, lord of sleep and silence", completely pacifying the "ghosts" inside and outside the house.

It's a pity that in the follow-up channeling session, Klein only saw a small number of pictures of those residual spirits before his death, and did not get useful clues.

After allowing the "ghosts" to truly sleep in the night, he concluded the ritual, lifted the spiritual wall, and shook his head at Dunn, Leonard, and Frye:

"The place was badly damaged by the ritual interruption, and the remnants of the owner's image were lost. ”

Not surprised, Dunn pointed to the staircase:

"Then let's go to the second floor and look for it again, give it a try. ”

"Hmm. Klein, Leonard, and others immediately agreed.

The three night watchmen walked up the stairs all the way to the second floor, where they searched the rooms separately.

Eventually, they would close into a bedroom with a dark scent floating in it, and see the messy stacks of dresses and the unclosed boxes one by one.

"Is this cosmetics?" Dunn asked casually as he picked up a box from the dresser and sniffed it

"To be precise, they are called skin care products, and since Russell the Great, they are no longer called interchangeably. Leonard corrected with a smile, "Captain, as a gentleman, the necessary common sense still needs to be understood. ”

Crane didn't join their discussion, and looked at the mirror on the dresser.

The mirror was visibly cracked, with shards falling onto the carpet.

"The Extraordinary One was in a bit of a hurry, and the destruction wasn't complete enough......," he said in a sudden deep voice, "maybe give it a try." ”

"Over to you. Dunn replied trustingly.

Crane quickly grabbed the candle from the first floor and lit it in front of the broken mirror.

In the dim candlelight, he took out items such as the full moon essential oil to create a spiritual wall.

After doing all this, Klein stood in front of the mirror shining with the glow of the three candles, and recited in Hermes:

"I pray for the power of the night;"

"I pray for hidden power;"

"I pray for the goddess's favor;"

"Pray that this mirror will be restored for a short time, that it will show all the people who have been reflected in the past month. ”

......

As the incantation was recited, a strong whirlwind suddenly blew within the spiritual wall.

The fragments of the mirror were rolled up and placed in their original place.

The cracked mirror floated with a dark glow, and as Crane stroked it with his hand, a figure suddenly reflected, but it was not Crane who was directly in front of it.

This is a young girl with a round face, gentle and sweet, perhaps because the mirror has been damaged, or perhaps because the ritual interruption has also affected the second floor, her facial features are blurred, and she can't see the specific appearance clearly.

But even so, Klein still felt that the other party was inexplicably familiar.

Note 1: Quoted from, Tennyson, "Collection of Mournings" No. 11 "It Is a Quiet Morning", Fei Bai, trans.