Chapter 179: Inquiry in a Dream
Night watchman?
Once his thoughts turned in this direction, Angel quickly found more evidence.
For example, Sheriff Dule didn't have much respect for Senior Inspector Hopper, who was four levels higher than him. For example, this senior inspector's style and speech didn't resemble the so-called "Silveras Field" style...
Of course, even if he was an official Sequence 7 Beyonder, granted the rank of Senior Inspector, he wouldn't necessarily be a Night Watchman of the Church of Evernight. He could also be a Mandated Punisher or a Mechanical Heart.
However, Angel felt a sense of familiarity from his movements and eyes. He was very similar to the "nightmare" she had met.
Assuming that Senior Inspector Hopper is Nightmare, then the people and events involved in the "Difference Engine" manuscript in her hands may not be as simple as they seem...
It is very likely that there are extraordinary people involved, which attracted the attention of the Night Watchmen!
The more Angel thought about it, the more certain she became. She subconsciously looked towards the study, where there was a secret compartment behind the bookshelf. The file bag containing the manuscript was placed in the secret compartment, waiting for the secret meeting two days later.
"Looks like I need to make some preparations. If nothing unexpected happens, this night watchman will come back to investigate again in the second half of the night. In a dream..."
As she was thinking, she returned to the open kitchen next to the restaurant, only to find that her fried eggs and bacon were already stuck to the pan, giving off a burnt smell.
"Alas, I can only eat one egg..."
Throwing the breakfast, which had become inedible garbage, into the trash can, Angel fried a new one and filled his stomach with toast and butter.
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Today, Backlund's skies were clear, a rare sight. The smog that had long shrouded the city thinned under the sunlight, revealing not only the true appearance of the hazy streets and buildings but also the pungent, seemingly eternal odor in the air.
Although the Backlund Daily had previously reported that there were only about 75 days of smog each year in the Loen capital, people always took sunny days for granted and had a deep memory of continuous smog.
Angel had only been here a week and hadn't formed this kind of thinking yet. She just felt that although the sunny weather was good, it was still not as good as Tingen City where she had lived for two months.
Maybe I still have a chance to go back there...
Angel was lost in thought as he stared at the azure sky tinged with a hint of gray when the driver called him back to Backlund.
"Ma'am, we've arrived at Backlund Bank."
After paying the fare, Angel entered the bank lobby in Hillston District.
Her bearer account was opened in this bank.
The headquarters of all seven banks in the Kingdom of Loen that hold clearing powers are located in the Hillston District. It also has financial facilities such as a stock exchange and a bill exchange, making it known as the economic, commercial, and financial center of the Kingdom of Loen.
But what does this have to do with me, a nobody with only £1,000 in savings? It will only increase my waiting time...
Holding a flyer introducing Backlund Bank, Angel passed the time by using the information in it, and waited in the long line to reach the counter.
She withdrew £950 of her £1,000 deposit and redeposited £350 of it into another anonymous account that Miss Justice had given her, thus paying off all her debts to the Tarot Club.
Even though she was in urgent need of money, she didn't want to owe the member who had been so helpful in her promotion.
The other 600 pounds she took out was for a secret gathering two days later. She planned to buy some much-needed extraordinary materials at the gathering, such as star crystals for making special bullets, or obtain some powerful magical items to replace her "thirsty blood" who died heroically.
There's even a chance she'd come across the potion formula and ingredients needed to advance to Sequence 6.
In the previous battle with the Witch Cult, she already knew that the name of her next sequence was "Witch of Joy", and had basically figured out the abilities of this sequence, but other than that, she knew nothing about the formula or main ingredients, and could only rely on exchanging and purchasing them at Extraordinary gatherings.
But carrying such a huge sum of money also made Angel feel uneasy. Even the kind and admiring eyes on the roadside seemed full of malice to her. She did not dare to stay outside for too long. Angel bought some materials for making talismans and hurried back to her home at 47 Red Rose Street.
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While struggling with the never-cooked eggs in his dream, Angel suddenly realized that the frying pan and spatula in his hands had disappeared. He found himself neatly dressed, sitting on the single sofa next to the bay window in the living room, holding a newspaper with unclear contents in his hands.
She had some realization and looked at her right wrist. The "Secret Holy Emblem" strung on the yellow crystal pendant was emitting a faint, peaceful vibration.
I am in a dream... No, it's a "nightmare" dream!
It was the same as the time Dunn pulled her into her dream to question her, but this time she was more awake and her senses were more acute. This must be the power of the holy emblem. After all, the goddess was above all the "sleepless ones"...
Um?
Angel's thoughts were forcibly interrupted by herself, causing her mind to go blank for a moment.
“Squeak—”
The door of the living room leading to the street was pushed open, and a figure in a black windbreaker strode into the room, as if returning to his own home, and sat on the sofa opposite her.
He had medium-length brown hair with messy bangs, and his brown eyes looked at Angel with a piercing gaze.
Sure enough, it was the senior inspector from this morning. He was the Night Watchman's "nightmare"...
Angel looked at Hopper and blinked, unsure of what expression to make in a moment like this.
After all, she was awake during both dreams.
Fortunately, this Nightmare didn't care about the attitude of the person he was questioning. After he sat down, he had a casual expression and started the conversation as if he was chatting.
"You came from Tingen only last week?"
"Yes."
"What did you do in Tingen before?"
"I was born in Sivelas County. My parents died in the border conflict between the Kingdom of Loen and Intis, so two months ago I went to live with my relatives in Tingen..."
Angel begins to "confess" her origins.
"...But they died in the gas explosion in Tingen half a month ago. I had no choice but to leave and look for work opportunities in Backlund."
"I'm sorry to remind you of this," the Nighthawk said with a hint of apology on his face. "I hope you can forget these sad things in Backlund."
"Let's continue. After renting Mrs. Wallis's house, did you find any complicated documents that you couldn't understand? Or any dangerous items like pistols or explosives?"
After a brief apology, he continued to ask questions like an interrogator.
Of course, they're all hidden in the study... Angel suppressed his laughter and replied:
"No."
"Have you seen those tall, fierce-looking Feysac people?"
"No."
Angel cooperated with "Nightmare" Hopper and soon made the Nighthawk look disappointed after gaining nothing.
Judging from his eagerness, he might not be the first person to be questioned tonight. Mrs. Wallis and her maid should also be on the list...
Angel watched the Night Watchman stand up from the sofa, sighed in disappointment, and then disappeared from the room with a ripple in the air like water ripples.
Her eyes blurred and the living room in front of her turned into the ceiling of the bedroom.
If Nightmare escapes from the dream, will I wake up too? This shouldn't be normal, otherwise their invasion would be too easy to detect.
Fortunately, I made preparations in advance, otherwise, even if I knew that it was a "nightmare" dream, it would be easy to reveal my true identity by making up a story on the spot.
Angel was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling with a smile on his face.
The captain is much more polite than this guy...
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