After thinking for a moment, Klein decided to go home first to confirm something.

Moreover, he believed that if the Doom Puppet's actions last night were not intended to allow him to see the pattern on the paper, the captain and others would definitely find clues during their subsequent inspections, and whether he reported it or not would not affect the overall situation.

Otherwise it is worth considering.

This is what Klein wants to confirm next.

He took the trackless public carriage back to Daffodil Street. When he got home, his brother Benson and sister Melissa were still in their Sunday mood and had not yet gotten up. The living room was peaceful, dim and silent.

Klein boiled a kettle of water, added some tea leaves, and ate a loaf of oatmeal bread before heading for the stairs with his coat, hat, and cane.

He subconsciously lowered his footsteps so as not to make any obvious noise.

As soon as he reached the second floor, he saw the bathroom door suddenly open, and Melissa, wearing an old dress and looking sleepy, came out.

“You’re back…” Melissa rubbed her eyes, still a little confused.

Klein covered his mouth and yawned.

"Yes, I need a good dream. Don't wake me up before lunch."

Melissa hummed, and then suddenly seemed to remember something and said:

"Benson and I are going to St. Selina's Church to pray and attend mass in the morning, so lunch may be a little late."

As a not-so-devout believer of the Goddess of Night, she and Benson went to church once every two weeks. As a night watchman, Klein had never entered the church again except for the time when he was followed by a member of the secret society.

No, I’m in the church every day, just underground in the church… Klein subconsciously defended himself in his mind.

He was currently very worried that the goddess would abandon him as a fake believer. If the ritual magic failed to get a response at the critical moment, it would be a big joke...

But think about it, Old Neil. The goddess is quite tolerant of the Nighthawks. Yes, that's right! Klein encouraged himself.

These divergent thoughts flashed through his mind, and he looked at Melissa, smiled and nodded:

"No problem, I just happen to be able to sleep longer."

He walked past Melissa, entered his bedroom, and locked the door.

Then, he summoned his strength, took out the ritual silver dagger, and created a sealed spiritual wall.

Then, Klein took four steps backwards, silently chanting a spell, resisting the frantic screams, and entered the gray fog.

In this illusory and boundless world, he is the only living being, sitting at the head of an ancient, mottled bronze table.

After a few tens of seconds of silence, Klein materialized the parchment and wrote the divination spell:

"The pattern displayed by the Doom Puppet."

At that moment last night, although Klein saw the mysterious pattern on the paper clearly, due to nervousness and haste, he only remembered the general idea and could not recall the specific details. But this is not a problem. For a fortune teller, as long as he has seen it and remembers that it happened, he can reproduce it!

——According to mystical theory, the spirit remembers everything it sees, and with the right method, it can recreate the scene at a specific moment.

At this point, Klein even thought that the theory of psychological alchemy described by the "psychic" Daly made some sense. Human memory is just an island exposed on the sea surface and cannot carry too much. Therefore, most of the information remembered by the spirituality becomes the subconscious and becomes the main body of the island underwater.

And spirituality itself, if not the entire ocean, includes all the sea areas around the island.

After silently reciting the divination spell, Klein leaned back and fell asleep through meditation.

In the hazy, distorted and fragmented world, he once again saw the Chanis door opened by Zaza and heard the heavy friction sound.

The puppet in a black classical court dress pressed tightly against the half-open door and unfolded the paper in her hand.

There are many mysterious symbols drawn on the paper, which together form a vertical eye.

Klein looked deeply at the pattern and took the initiative to exit the dream. Then, he used the special power above the gray fog to express the memories that had not yet faded:

On the brown parchment, the vertical eyes "look up" upwards, evil and mysterious.

Klein thought for a moment and wrote below the eye:

"This is the key to the treasure left behind by the Antigonus family."

Putting the pen away, he untied the silver chain wrapped around his cuff and held it with his left hand until the topaz pendant hung steadily above the divination statement and the mysterious vertical eye, without any noticeable shaking.

Klein closed his eyes and recited the words silently in a detached and peaceful manner.

After seven times, he opened his eyes and saw the topaz pendant rotating slightly clockwise with its silver chain.

This is expressed in the pendulum method as affirmation.

“The vertical eye pattern is indeed the key to the treasure left behind by the Antigonus family…” Klein nodded slightly as if he was thinking.

He tapped his fingers slowly on the edge of the long bronze table and muttered to himself silently:

"Because of the death of Riel Biber, the descendants of the Antigonus family have ceased, so the notebook regards me, a 'fortune teller' who has come into contact with it and is still alive, as the successor?"

"It affects - 0625, leaving the key to the treasure, and letting the other party show it to me when I am on duty at Chanis Gate?"

"There's nothing wrong with this logic, but it still doesn't convince me."

"How does that notebook confirm that the bloodline of the Antigonus family is extinct?"

"And I am a completely unrelated person... If I also had the blood of the Antigonus family, the original owner would not have committed suicide in the first place."

"Well, it doesn't seem to matter whether I tell the captain or not. I'll study it further."

Next, Klein divined the location of the Antigonus family treasure, but undoubtedly did not get detailed information. The only thing that was certain was that, as Sirius had guessed in the letter he wrote to Mr. Z, the treasure was related to the main peak of the Hornachis Mountains and the ancient Kingdom of Night.

After divination, Klein discovered that the crimson star that had made the praying sound had produced a slight fluctuation again.

He touched the phantom star in response to his prayer and saw the brown-haired boy wearing the unique black tights again.

The young man was still kneeling on the ground, still facing the pure crystal ball, still muttering something in a low voice.

At this time, Klein, who had learned a small amount of dragon language, finally understood one of the sentences:

"Please...save...father and mother."

It's really the Dragon Language... Is there any place that uses the Dragon Language now? These are antiques that are thousands of years old... What a pity, I, the mysterious master above the gray fog, am just an empty shell. I have no power to save it even if I want to... Klein shook his head and sighed, and decided to observe for a while.

I’ll talk to you after I’ve mastered enough words in the dragon language to understand what happened to his father and mother... Klein retracted his spirituality, wrapped himself up, and fell rapidly downwards.

Back in the bedroom, he removed the spiritual wall, changed into old but comfortable clothes, lay down and began to catch up on his sleep.

Klein slept until half past twelve, until Melissa, who had prepared lunch, knocked on the door.

After a fairly hearty lunch, he saw Melissa pick up a gauze hat that matched her new dress and looked like she was about to go out.

"What else do you have to do this afternoon?" Klein asked doubtfully.

Benson, who was sitting on the sofa, frowning as he studied a grammar book, answered without even raising his head:

"Mrs. Shaw next door told Melissa that there will be a lecture on family affairs in the municipal auditorium this afternoon. Melissa plans to go and listen to learn how to deal with daily family problems."

Melissa nodded and said:

"I asked Selina and Elizabeth to accompany me."

"Yes, I hope that lecturer will tell you that a family like ours needs to hire at least one maid to do odd jobs." Klein said with a smile.

Seeing that Melissa wanted to refute, he immediately added:

“We need to invest our limited time in more valuable things.”

Melissa was stunned for a moment, and after a long while she pursed her lips, put on her veil, opened the door and went out.

…………

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Klein appeared at the Blackthorn Security Company again.

"Aren't you going back to rest?" Luo Shan and Dunn Smith, who happened to be in the reception hall, asked at the same time.

Klein smiled and said:

"I was originally planning to go to the Divination Club, but I was still thinking about what happened last night, so I came here first. Has the Holy Temple responded?"

Dunn glanced at Roxanne, turned silently, walked towards the partition, and entered his office.

Luo Shan made a face at his back and whispered fiercely:

"Captain, what a fool..."

Well done! Klein secretly praised him, suppressed his smile, and followed Dunn into his office.

Seeing the door close, Dunn sniffed his pipe and said:

"The Sanctuary has confirmed that the problem lies with the Antigonus family notebook, and has reclassified it as a Level 1 sealed item. Unfortunately, you are not classified enough to read it."

Level 1, highly dangerous level. Only people above the level of the bishop and the captain of the Nighthawks can know the specific situation? In other words, the captain couldn't figure out what was going on... Highly dangerous, no wonder... Klein thought with a little regret and relief.

Dunn glanced at him and continued:

"The Temple also asked us to check if there are other items behind the Chanis Gate that have been infected by this notebook. After confirmation, only '-0625' showed an abnormality. We have replaced its sealing measures."

"Any other discoveries?" Klein asked, pretending to be curious.

Dunn shook his head.

"No."

Klein nodded thoughtfully and did not talk about this topic any more. After a few pleasantries, he said goodbye and left, heading to the Divination Club to continue his "digestion journey."

…………

Inside the Municipal Auditorium.

Melissa, Selina and Elizabeth, three good friends, sat near the door, waiting for the lecture to begin.

"If she doesn't speak well, we can just sneak out," Selina suggested enthusiastically.

Elizabeth agreed immediately:

"Go to Harrods."