Klein, who was hiding in the shadow of a house several dozen meters away, had been looking at the target building in the darkness. He vaguely heard a violent gust of wind and clearly distinguished the sound of gunfire.

"If the enemy flees towards my place, should I draw my gun and pretend to do it, or pretend that I didn't see it?" He thought with a slight tremor in his body and sweat on his palms.

The extraordinary people who can use various means to shorten the lives of dying people are definitely not just sequences or sequences. They are not something that a fortune teller like him can confront head-on. Even if he sacrifices himself, he may not be able to delay the opponent and create opportunities for Dunn and Leonard to catch up.

Fortunately, the goddess of night who controls disasters seemed to have heard the prayers of her "faithful" guards, and no one fled to where Klein was hiding.

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

After tilting his ear and listening carefully, Klein confirmed that this was the folk tune that Leonard Mitchell often hummed, which was full of vulgar phrases.

Huh, he breathed a sigh of relief, holding a gun in one hand and a cane in the other, he walked out of the shadows and moved towards the target building.

This folk tune was exactly the meeting signal he had agreed upon with Dunn and others!

After taking two steps, Klein suddenly paused, leaned his cane against the iron fence next to him, and switched his revolver to his other hand.

Then he untied the silver chain from his cuff and let the topaz pendant fall naturally.

After swapping the positions of the revolver and the pendulum, Klein waited until the topaz's shaking became steady. He immediately half-closed his eyes, entered a meditative state, and silently recited the divination phrase:

"The singing just now was an illusion."

"The singing just now was an illusion."

After seven times, he opened his eyes and saw the pendant rotating counterclockwise.

“It’s not an illusion.” Klein put his heart back in place, put away his pendulum, picked up his cane, and quickly approached the arched iron gate of the target building. He then handed the black cane inlaid with silver to his right palm and held it together with the revolver.

He just reached out to touch the railing and tried to push it open when he suddenly felt a biting chill, as if someone had stuffed a cube of ice into his neck without any mental preparation.

Hiss! Klein suddenly retracted his hand and bared his teeth.

"It's just like winter here." He looked towards the garden behind the iron gate under the faint starlight and the street lights in the distance. He saw withered branches, dead flowers, and many leaves covered with white frost falling on the dark brown soil.

Awesome! Klein sighed to himself, tapped his brows twice, and activated his spiritual vision.

He took back the black wooden stick inlaid with silver in his left hand, used it to push against the fence, and pushed open the half-open door.

With a creaking sound, he moved sideways and stepped onto the stone road that led directly to the gray-blue building. On both sides were plants that were dim in the dark like ghosts.

This scene reminded Klein of various ghost stories and supernatural movies.

He subconsciously slowed down his breathing and quickened his pace, but just after he walked a few meters, someone suddenly tapped his left shoulder.

Boom! Boom! Klein's heart first paused, then began beating violently.

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

In the dim light, he saw a branch swaying and almost falling.

“You’re scaring yourself?” Klein’s mouth twitched, and he swung his cane, knocking the branch down.

He continued to move forward. Faint sounds of crying and wailing began to appear in his ears, and transparent, blurry, and almost invisible "shadows" were reflected in his eyes.

These shadows sensed the breath of living people and the warmth of flesh and blood, and rushed over.

Klein was startled and immediately started running, dashing into the front door of the gray-blue house.

Is this what the captain meant by feeling the atmosphere? It was indeed much more terrifying than the time when he helped Sir Deville. The resentment was obviously more dull than the "shadow" and had no active aggressiveness. As he thought, he walked towards the altar in the center of the living room. It was 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, picking up the puppets one by one and examining them.

Frye, the "corpse collector", quietly watched the floating "shadows" and tried to reach out to comfort them, but he could only pass through them powerlessly. The "shadows" did not attack him, as if they regarded him as one of their own kind.

Leonard Mitchell saw Klein arrive and changed his tone. His voice became deep and magnetic:

"It was a quiet morning,"

"It suits that quieter sadness."

"I can only hear the sound of falling autumn leaves"

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

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

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

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

"This is a terrible cursed ritual. Fortunately, we have destroyed it."

"First, you should arrange the ceremony to appease the remaining spirits, and then try to communicate with them to see if you can get any clues from them."

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

"Yes, Captain."

He took two or three steps to the altar and swept the puppets off the round table.

At this moment, he noticed from the corner of his eye that each puppet had a different name and corresponding information on it.

“Captain, did you find anyone you know?” Klein asked casually.

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

I'm so stupid! Why would I ask a question that tests the captain's memory? Klein almost covered his face and sighed.

If it were any other leader, he would definitely find a way to make things difficult for me. Fortunately, fortunately, the captain will forget about this matter. I really don't know whether this is an advantage or a disadvantage, he thought half-luckily and half-jokingly.

After a dozen seconds of silence, Dunn seemed to have finally distinguished reality from dreams, and said:

"There's someone you know."

"Who?" Klein stopped rearranging the candles.

"Joyce Meyer, a survivor of the 'Alfalfa Massacre.'" Dunn answered concisely.

Joyce Meyer? Anna's fiancé Klein immediately thought of the fact that Sols in the workhouse seemed to have been instigated and induced by someone to explode prematurely and attempt arson.

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

"'Instigator' Tris?"

"He used the shortened life of a dying man as a sacrifice, trying to curse all the survivors of the 'Clover Massacre'? Because he didn't know who discovered the problem and reported it to the police."

If Triss took revenge directly, it would be unlikely that he could kill all the targets who lived in different places at once. After two or three cases at most, he would be noticed by the Nighthawks, the Punishers, and the Mechanical Heart, and lose the opportunity to continue committing crimes. Klein almost figured out why the other party made such a choice.

Dunn nodded first, then shook his head and said:

"Not all the survivors, but all the survivors in Tingen City. His curse ritual can only affect people within this range."

"Also, the ceremony was conducted by a woman, not Tris."..

Klein frowned slightly and said:

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

"Well, the origin of the Gnosis Society may involve the Witch Cult. It is normal for the strong ones to be women."

Dunn smiled and said in a mellow voice, "I agree with your judgment. Although there is only the woman here and not Tris, we can make necessary guesses. For example, they don't live together, and Tris is out looking for someone who is about to die."

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

Using a silver dagger to create a sealed wall, he began to pray to the "Goddess of Night, Lord of Sleep and Silence", and completely appeased the "ghosts" inside and outside the house.

Unfortunately, in the subsequent spiritual communication sessions, Klein only saw a few images of the remaining spirits before their death and did not obtain any useful clues.

After letting these "ghosts" truly rest in the darkness, he ended the ceremony, removed the spiritual wall, shook his head and said to Dunn, Leonard and Frye:

"This place was severely damaged by the backlash of the interrupted ritual, and the remaining images of the owner are missing."

Dunn pointed to the staircase without any surprise:

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

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

The three night watchmen walked up the stairs to the second floor and searched each room separately.

Finally, they met in a bedroom with a faint fragrance floating in the air, and saw messily piled clothes and opened boxes.

"Is this cosmetics?" Dunn picked up a box from the dressing table and smelled it, then asked casually.

"To be precise, they are called skin care products. Since Emperor Roselle, they are no longer mixed up." Leonard corrected with a smile, "Captain, as a gentleman, you still need to know the necessary common sense."

Klein did not join their discussion and cast his gaze towards the mirror on the dressing table.

The mirror had obvious cracks and some fragments fell onto the carpet.

"That Beyonder was in a hurry, and the destruction was not thorough enough," he suddenly said in a deep voice, "Maybe we can give it a try."

“I’ll leave it to you.” Dunn replied trustingly.

Klein quickly brought up a candle from the first floor and lit it in front of the broken mirror.

In the flickering dim candlelight, he took out items such as the full moon essential oil and created a spiritual wall.

After doing all this, Klein stood in front of the mirror reflecting the glow of three candles and chanted in Hermetic language:

"I pray for the strength of the night;"

"I pray for the hidden power;"

"I pray for the favor of the goddess;"

"Pray that this mirror be restored for a brief moment, that it show all the people it has reflected over the past month."

As the spell was recited one by one, a strong whirlwind suddenly blew up inside the spiritual wall.

The fragments of the mirror were rolled up and placed back in their original places one by one.

The cracked mirror glowed with a dim light. As Klein ran his hand over it, a figure suddenly appeared in the mirror. But it was not Klein who was standing directly in front of it.

This was a young girl with a round face, gentle and sweet. Perhaps it was because the mirror had been damaged, or perhaps the backlash from the interrupted ritual had also affected the second floor, her facial features were blurry and her specific appearance could not be seen clearly.

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

Note: Quoted from, Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam XI It was a peaceful morning, translated by Fei Bai.