"Duster Guderian, doctor at Greenhalgh Asylum"

Klein silently repeated Detective Henry's words and began to think about how to contact this doctor who was suspected to be a "spectator" and a member of the Psychological Alchemist Society.

In this matter, he didn't want to take too much risk, didn't want the Nighthawks to find out that there was something wrong with him, and didn't want to lose his current life just for the information and resources in exchange.

Moreover, that gentleman is most likely a "spectator" and not someone who has received special training, and it is almost impossible to hide one's true intentions and thoughts from him.

"Find someone to go through the process and be a little more mysterious? No, the more people are involved, the more likely it is that something will go wrong. Well, maybe I can consider hiding the truth within the truth, so that the expression and body language that the doctor sees are a reflection of my true thoughts, but not all of my thoughts."

As Klein listened to Detective Henry's introduction to Duster Guderian, he was thinking about how to minimize the risk without affecting the achievement of his goal.

Gradually, he found inspiration from the police and spy films he had seen.

“Well, we can give it a try, but we must practice it repeatedly beforehand.” Klein nodded in his mind and returned all his attention to Detective Henry’s words.

"Ahem," Henry cleared his throat and said, "We are still working on the Red Chimney commission. You should know that there are many similar buildings in Tingen City. Of course, if you can provide other clues, things will be simple."

Klein laughed hoarsely:

"If I had any other clues, I wouldn't have entrusted you with this."

To be honest, such a long investigation and search made him pessimistic about the outcome of the matter, because the manipulator behind the scenes obviously noticed his divination and had plenty of time to move to another hiding place.

Therefore, he only hoped to find further clues from the corresponding guest information.

The thought of this value in pounds was heart-breaking. After Detective Henry finished his description, Klein took his cane and left.

Saturday morning, 8:40, in the doctor's office at Greenhull Asylum.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with outstanding temperament, Duster Guderian took off his coat and hat and hung them on the coat rack.

He had just picked up the tin can of coffee powder when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," Dust said nonchalantly.

Then he saw the half-closed door being pushed open and saw a young man in a black knee-length windbreaker walking in.

Because of the other party's unfamiliarity, Dust asked doubtfully:

"Good morning, who are you?"

Klein closed the door, took off his hat, pressed it to his chest, bowed, and said:

"Good morning, Dr. Dust. Please forgive my intrusive visit. I am Trainee Inspector Klein Moretti of the Ahowa County Police Department. Here are my ID and badge."

"Inspector?" Dust whispered, taking the other's ID and badge.

"Special Operations Department" He raised his head slowly, his eyes calm without any ripples, as if he was examining something.

Short black hair, pupils slightly darker than brown, a bit of a scholar, calm and composed, no malicious intent can be seen for the time being.

Dust handed back the item in his hand and pointed to the chair opposite the desk carefully:

"Please take a seat, officer. What can I do for you?"

Klein sat down, put away his cane, slowly put away his ID and badge, and said with a smile:

"Please allow me to introduce myself again."

"I am also a member of the Tingen Market Night Squad, specializing in handling matters involving extraordinary factors."

"Good morning, Mr. Audience."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Dust's pupils shrink as expected, his hands retracted, and he looked like he wanted to escape.

"Officer, I don't understand what you mean." Dust said with all his strength, almost unable to maintain his composure. "I don't like such jokes. Maybe I should call the guards."

Klein slowly took out a revolver from his gun bag under his armpit and said with an unchanged smile:

"Mr. Dust, I know you can see my confidence and that I have no ill intentions. Haha, to be honest, I was a little unsure at first, but your reaction gave me the answer."

Every word above is true, Klein added silently in his heart.

Duster relaxed a little, glanced at the opponent's revolver, and asked in confusion:

"I find it hard to understand why you came to me. I don't think I have exposed anything."

Klein smiled and said:

"It was just a coincidence. Maybe it was fate that brought us together."

"In fact, we met at the underground market of the Dragon Bar, but you didn't pay attention to me at that time."

"Although you were smart enough to purchase the auxiliary materials for the sequence potion separately, it is still worth paying attention to for me who happens to know this formula."

Dust suddenly exhaled, as if he had lost the motivation to defend himself:

“So that’s how it is.”

"I thought I was being cautious enough, but I never expected that."

After mumbling a few words, he stared into Klein's eyes and said:

"Officer, I know you are not here to arrest me. What is your real purpose?"

Klein said in a relaxed manner:

"I am different from other Nighthawks. I don't think every Beyonder who doesn't belong to us is a potential criminal. This is unfair to those who yearn for order and kindness."

Dust changed his sitting position and said in a less tense tone:

"If other Nighthawks, Punishers, and members of the Mechanical Heart could be like you, the world would be at peace."

"You know the Nighthawks, the Mandated Punishers, and the members of the Mechanical Heart?" Klein pretended to be surprised. "This is not something that someone who has strayed into the Extraordinary Realm should know. There must be an organization behind you."

He leaned back, smiling:

"Psychological Alchemy Society?"

While speaking, he leisurely watched Dust's expression becoming increasingly ugly.

"I can see that you were expecting my answer, but I still overlooked something that seemed very ordinary and fell into your language trap," Dust whispered in annoyance.

He began to realize that the "audience" status was not omnipotent. He could see the other party's purpose, but that did not mean he could figure out the specific details.

Klein stroked the pistol's revolver and said:

"Doctor, we have to have open communication, and it starts with me."

"I don't think that unmanaged Extraordinary people are potential criminals, but I agree that every Extraordinary person should be registered and supervised. This is to prevent the risk of getting out of control and avoid more serious and dangerous situations."

"I won't disturb your normal life. I hope we can have limited cooperation."

"Limited cooperation?" Dust asked as if he was thinking.

Klein chuckled and said:

"Yes, to a certain extent."

"For example, report your status to me regularly. You know, many out-of-control incidents can be saved when the situation is not so serious, and the Nighthawks have accumulated enough experience in this regard."

"For example, if someone in your organization or among the extraordinary people you know is about to harm innocent people, please provide me with clues in time."

"For example, exchanging some things for something more useful to you is a benefit for you. You should know what benefit means."

"Also, you don't have to worry anymore. You don't have to be afraid that you will be captured or killed by the Nighthawks, the Mandated Punishers, or the members of the Mechanical Heart one day. You can enjoy your life peacefully and happily."

"We will give you some identification items that you can use in the last, last-ditch moment."

Dust listened in silence for a while before he asked:

"You want me to betray my organization?"

"No, it's not betrayal." Klein said earnestly, "This is the protection of justice, morality, and kindness. You are preventing some evil, brutal, and bloody cases. Other than this, I will not let you sell out the secrets of your organization."

Dust thought about it carefully and seemed to feel a little better because he had an excuse.

He was silent for a few seconds, then stretched out his right hand and said:

“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

Klein shook hands with the man with his non-gun-holding hand and said:

“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

He paused and chuckled:

"Doctor, can you tell me if you are a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society?"

"Yes." Dust nodded.

Klein, who had activated his spiritual vision before entering the room, did not notice any fluctuations in the other party's emotions, so he asked carefully:

"How did you join the Psychological Alchemy Society?"

Dust looked into the other person's eyes and said:

"Because when I was treating a patient in this mental hospital, I found that he could see through me completely and was sober and rational, not like a madman."

"His name is Hood Eugen."

Klein remembered the name and chatted with Dust for a few more words, agreeing on matters such as the secret method of delivering the meeting request and the meeting place.

He did not discuss potions, formulas, rumors, etc. with the other party for the time being. He said goodbye when the time was right, put away his revolver, and left Dust's office.

Watching his back disappear at the door, Dust let out a deep breath and leaned back against the chair, feeling a little painful and a little relaxed.

No. 3 Zouteland Street, inside Blackthorn Security Company.

Dunn, who was sitting behind the desk, glanced at him with his grey eyes and asked:

"What happened?"

Klein, who was almost half an hour late, organized his words and said:

"Captain, I found a Beyonder, confirmed to be a member of the Psychological Alchemist Society."

"He is a decent doctor who is willing to cooperate with us. I think it is best to keep him in his current state. This will help us keep up to date with the latest developments in the Psychological Alchemy Society."

After a few seconds, Klein added:

"I want to develop him into an informant of the Nighthawks, or a secret peripheral member."

The word "informer" comes from the Intis language, from Emperor Roselle.

Dunn nodded slowly and said:

"You handled it very well, but if something like this happens again in the future, you'd better tell me first."

"Submit me the doctor's information and the written materials of your treatment process, and I will give him some identification items."

"Also, don't tell Leonard and the others about this. Although they are all trustworthy teammates, the relevant regulations have clear provisions."

"You will be responsible for contacting that doctor from now on."

Klein exhaled silently and said with a smile:

"OK."