Time passed steadily, Tingen bid farewell to the tail end of summer, and in mid-August, the temperature stabilized at 26 or 27 degrees Celsius.

Crash!

Klein suddenly stood up from the bathtub and walked out, causing drops of water to fall.

He stood there naked, looking down at his abdomen, and with a little effort, he could see the clear outlines of his muscles.

This is the result of his persistent training over this period of time. In addition, he also looks much more energetic.

And just today, his fighting teacher Gao Wen began to teach him basic boxing footwork and power techniques.

Snap, Snap, Snap! Klein's bare feet stepped on the bathroom floor. Sometimes he slid forward, sometimes he retreated quickly, and sometimes he dodged to the right, while also punching and blocking.

Huh, he stopped, exhaled happily, took the towel beside him and wiped himself.

In the more than two weeks since he met the asylum doctor Dust Guderian, Klein seemed to have gotten rid of coincidences and left the vicious circle of always encountering extraordinary events. His life became stable. He received his salary step by step, studied the mysticism in depth, practiced shooting and fighting, transplanted and developed new dishes, and accumulated decent tableware and decorations piece by piece with his brother Benson and sister Melissa. He asked Captain Dunn, teammate Leonard and others about past extraordinary cases, and went to the club to help people with divination. He strictly followed the rules he summarized.

This made his mind calm. If he didn't miss the earth in the dead of night, if the matter of the red chimney had not been investigated clearly, if the pattern conveyed by the doom puppet did not occasionally appear in his dreams, he would have started to get used to and miss his current life.

During this period, the Tarot Club convened three times, and Klein did not get any new Roselle diaries. However, according to Justice, she had just met two new Beyonders and was naturally getting in touch with them. Once she entered the corresponding circle, she should be able to trade for more Roselle diaries.

The "Hanged Man" also said that he has returned to land and is handling some matters. As long as he is free, he will start looking for it immediately.

In addition, "Justice" felt that the two new extraordinary people she met were both worthy of development. For example, each had a good public identity cover, each had certain and different resource channels, each had his own persistence and characteristics, and was not the kind of person who would sell secrets at will. The only problem was that they only had sequences, which made them not very suitable for a high-end and strict secret organization like the "Tarot Club".

A high-end organization? I feel it's more like a pyramid scheme. At that time, Klein the Fool just wanted to cover his face and sigh. He couldn't find the words to respond to Miss Justice's self-righteousness. He could only agree to let her observe the two Beyonders further.

Of course, Justice is no longer the innocent and romantic girl she was at the beginning. She carefully did not mention the names and characteristics of the two extraordinary people, fearing that the Hanged Man would find out about her through them.

"Miss Justice said that she could clearly feel the signs of the potion being digested. Perhaps in three or four weeks, she will be able to complete the formula for the 'audience' to play the role of the 'mind reader'. We have to put it on the agenda." After wiping his body clean, Klein put the towel aside. While putting on his underwear, he thought about what happened at the "Tarot Club" the day before yesterday.

In the past twenty days, he had only met with Doctor Dust Guderian once. In the spirit of haste, waste time, he only talked about his condition and asked about some irrelevant matters of the Psychological Alchemy Society.

The speed at which Justice digested the potion forced him to figure out in advance how to get the "Mind Reader" formula from Dust.

After buttoning his shirt one by one, Klein picked up another dry towel and wrapped it around his head to absorb the moisture from his short hair.

Compared to "Justice", he digested the "Fortune Teller" potion faster, not slower. Until this week, he no longer heard sounds he shouldn't have heard or saw scenes he shouldn't have seen during meditation and vision.

Klein turned the towel over and wiped his hair again. He looked up at the door and muttered to himself:

"The 'Diviner's Code' I summarized is indeed effective. I should be able to completely digest the potion next week. I don't know where to get the Hornachis Grey Goat Unicorn Crystal and the Human Face Rose in the 'Clown' formula. Maybe I can learn from Ms. Daly and submit a special application, but that will definitely attract the attention of the upper echelons. Now I just want to grow up in a sleazy way. The believers of the Aurora Society who are developing in the police department have also been found, but I still don't know who the gentleman is."

"Henry said that the Red Chimney project will be completed by the end of this week. My personal savings have recovered to just over £100, so I don't have to worry about how to pay the balance."

"There are currently no issues with the housing and resident information he provided, and I don't have the time to check them all."

"Perhaps we could first see which house with a red chimney has recently changed its occupants?"

“Well, that’s an idea.”

After sitting quietly for twenty or thirty seconds, he put on his gray and black trousers, tied his bow tie, fastened his gun bag, threw his knight training clothes into the laundry basket, opened the door and walked out of the bathroom - he had just finished fighting training on Wednesday afternoon and was still at his teacher Gawain's house.

"Hello, Mr. Moretti." Gawain's maid happened to pass by and bowed hurriedly.

Klein nodded slightly and pointed to the messy and wet bathroom.

"Please clean it up."

"This is my responsibility. The clothes will be taken care of by the laundry lady. She will come at six o'clock." The handyman maid answered with her head down.

The laundry workers are not provided with food and accommodation, and the wages are very low, so they are not employed by just one company. They often take on the laundry of many residents living nearby. They either rush around every day, washing clothes for one family and immediately go to another, or collect all the clothes at home to process together and send them back one by one. Only in this way can they barely survive.

Klein said nothing more and went to the living room to say goodbye to his host who was sitting in the rocking chair.

He saw Gawain, with gray hair on his temples, nodding lifelessly, with a light brown blanket spread over his legs and a copy of the Ahowa Evening News in his hand.

Klein knew that the man in front of him, bathed in the setting sun, was actually just in his early fifties, but he looked so decadent that he seemed to be in his twenties.

During the usual combat training, Gawain also remained silent, speaking only when he needed to give instructions, and never talking too much or chatting. Klein, on the other hand, was extremely tired every day and lacked the motivation to initiate a conversation, so the relationship between the two remained cold.

"Looking at Mr. Gao Wen's demonstration, his strength is quite amazing, and his steps are also agile enough. It should be no problem for him to beat three of us. He has a salary from the police department, and he also bought a piece of land in the countryside on the outskirts of Tingen, which can charge a fixed rent. He employs a cook, a maid, and a laundry worker. In the foodie country on Earth, a man in his 50s or 60s with such wealth would have traveled around the world long ago."

Klein withdrew his gaze from Gawain and shook his head secretly. Then he walked to the coat rack and took off his half-high silk hat and thin black windbreaker.

After getting dressed, he took his cane, walked out of the house, and walked along the stone path with weeds on both sides to the gate.

Just then, he saw a two-wheeled carriage parked outside the iron fence, and a familiar man standing there.

"Leonard?" Klein looked at his Nighthawk teammate with disheveled hair in confusion and whispered to himself.

Leonard was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and buckleless leather boots. He was spinning his hat in his hand. When he saw Klein coming out, he smiled and said,

"Surprise?"

Klein was only surprised, not happy. He ignored the other party's impropriety and stared into the fake poet's green eyes and said:

"What's the matter?"

Leonard put on his hat and said:

"The captain asked you to cooperate with Frye and me. We will discuss the details on the way."

“Okay.” Klein followed the other party into the carriage.

After the scenery on both sides swept away, Leonard picked up the briefcase next to him and threw it to the opposite side.

Klein took it steadily, took out the document, and read it carefully.

"At 10:00 p.m. on the 28th, in the West End Workhouse, the bankrupt Sauls attempted to set fire to it, causing a tragedy, but in the end he only burned himself to death."

"At 12:00 p.m. on the 28th, dockworker Zid jumped into the Tussock River and ended his life in poverty."

"At 12:00 p.m. on the 28th, Mrs. Lawes, who made a living by pasting matchboxes on Lower Iron Cross Street, died of a sudden illness."

When he saw the first two incidents, Klein was confused. He thought that similar deaths were too common and not only should they not attract the attention of the night watchmen, but even the police department should avoid wasting manpower.

But when he looked down, he gradually frowned.

After turning two pages, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Leonard and said:

"Isn't this too much?"

When normal deaths become alarmingly common, it can hardly be called normal.

Leonard nodded seriously and said:

"Deaths in the last two weeks are five times the normal rate."

"The Tingen City Police Headquarters discovered this problem when compiling statistics, and quickly handed the matter over to us, the Mandated Punisher and the Mechanical Heart."

"Although these deaths have been initially verified to be fine, the captain believes that we must re-check them, and this may require the assistance of divination or ritual magic."

Klein suddenly said:

"I see."

Leonard snapped his fingers and said:

"I, you and Frye will be in one team. He will be waiting for us at the lower street of Iron Cross Street. Xijia, Luo Yao and Old Neil will be in one team to investigate the relevant incidents in the North District. The captain will stay in the security company to deal with any unexpected events."

“Yes.” Klein nodded solemnly. He suddenly remembered something and asked hurriedly, “Can I go home first and leave a note?”

He had to tell his brother and sister that he had something to do tonight and would not be home for dinner.

Leonard laughed:

"No problem, it's just on my way."

Klein calmed down and looked through the deaths again, trying to find connections between the different ways of death, different names, and different time points.

As he watched, he thought:

Is this my first group mission after becoming a Nighthawk?

ps: Let me say a few words about yesterday's plot without spoiling the plot. If I were to force Klein not to turn on his clairvoyance so that he would miss the observation, I would use a softer and less uncomfortable method, such as turning on his clairvoyance but finding nothing, or it was just a minor mental problem. This way, there would be enough reason to explain it later.

So, why do we emphasize being too late and forgetting? Why?

At least have some confidence in me, hey.