clatter!

Klein couldn't help but take a step back, not knowing for a moment whether he was awake or still in a dream.

The figure took off his black hat, bowed slightly, and said with a deep smile:

"Let's get to know each other again, Nighthawk, Dunn Smith."

Nightwatchers? The code name of the Beyonder team of the Church of the Evernight Goddess mentioned by Justice and the Hanged Man? Klein suddenly realized something, and before he could think about it again, he blurted out:

"You manipulate dreams? You made me have the dream I just had?"

Night Watchman Dunn Smith put on his black hat again to cover his slightly high hairline. His deep grey eyes smiled as he said:

"No, I just enter your dream and give you the necessary guidance."

His voice was rich and gentle, and it echoed in the dark and dim corridor like a dream without disturbing others:

"In dreams, although there are usually suppressed emotions and various dark psychological amplifications, making everything seem chaotic, absurd and crazy, the truth still exists and is still hidden in it. For an old hand like me, everything is obvious and easy to see. I trust you in your dreams more than you in your awake state."

This... who can control their dreams? If I dream about something on Earth, wouldn't Dunn Smith find out? Klein was startled, and was filled with fear for what happened in his dream.

But he soon sensed something strange, because he remembered that he was very lucid and rational in the dream and knew what to say and what not to say.

Simply put, it doesn’t feel like a dream at all!

So, Dunn Smith only "saw" what I wanted him to see?

Klein's thoughts raced as he vaguely understood something.

Is this a benefit that comes with time travel, such as the specialness of the spirit itself, or the additional effect of the "lucky-luck ritual"?

"So, Mr. Smith, are you sure that I really lost my memory?" Klein asked after organizing his words.

Dunn Smith did not answer directly, but instead gave him a deep look:

"You're not surprised by this?"

"The clients I met before didn't believe in extraordinary powers even if they had just finished a dream. They would rather think that they haven't really woken up yet."

Klein said, “Hmm.”

"Maybe it's because I'm praying and expecting such a power to help me."

"Interesting logic... Perhaps you survived not just by luck." Dunn nodded without a smile. "I can now confirm that you really lost some of your memory because of this incident, especially the memory related to the incident itself."

“Then can I go back?” Klein asked tentatively after he heaving a sigh of relief.

Dunn put one hand in his pocket and walked over slowly. The darkness around him became quiet and gentle.

"No, you still have to come with me to see the 'expert'." The corners of his mouth curled up politely.

"Why?" Klein blurted out, and quickly added, "You don't believe in your own guidance of the dream?"

What a joke, if that “expert” is good at hypnosis, mind reading and the like, then wouldn’t my biggest secret be exposed?

It’s unimaginable what the result will be!

"I've always been modest, but I still have some confidence in dreams," Dunn replied calmly. "However, it's not bad to confirm key and important things again. What's more, she and I are very different in our expertise, so maybe she can help you recover some of your memories."

Without waiting for Klein to say anything else, his voice became deeper:

"After all, you are related to the whereabouts of the Antigonus family notebook."

“What?” Klein was stunned.

Dunn stopped in front of him, stared into his eyes with his grey eyes and said:

"There is no notebook left from the Fourth Epoch at the scene, nor in the entire house. Welch is dead, Naya is dead, and you are the only clue."

“…Okay.” Klein was silent for a moment and exhaled.

The notes are gone...this is really weird!

I had never thought about the whereabouts of the Quaternary Notes before!

Dunn nodded imperceptibly and spoke as he walked past Klein:

"Lock the door and come with me to Welch's residence now. The 'expert' is waiting for us there."

Klein took a deep breath, his heart beating fast and he felt uneasy.

He wanted to refuse and even run away, but he believed that with the experience in the dream, Dunn Smith must have been on high alert. Given the difference in strength between normal people and extraordinary people, there would not be much chance of success if he forced himself to do it.

He must have a pistol on him... He must have practiced shooting many times...

Various thoughts conflicted violently in his mind, and Klein finally chose to face reality:

"OK."

Well, I can only take it one step at a time. Maybe the special thing in my dream will work again...

"Then let's go." Dunn's tone was calm.

Klein turned around and followed for two steps before suddenly stopping and saying:

"Mr. Smith, I...I want to go to the bathroom first."

I came out just to go to the toilet...

Dunn did not stop him, but looked at him deeply and said:

"No problem, Klein. Believe me, in the dark, I am much stronger than you think."

In the dark night... Klein repeated these words silently.

He did not try anything rashly, but honestly resolved the bloating in his lower abdomen, then washed his face with cold water to calm himself down completely.

After changing his clothes and closing his door, Klein followed Dunn down the stairs and walked towards the apartment door.

In such a calm moment, Dunn Smith suddenly spoke:

"At the end of the dream, why did you want to escape? What were you afraid of?"

Klein's mind was as fast as lightning. He answered while thinking:

"I don't remember what I did at Welch's house, nor do I remember if I was directly responsible for his and Naya's deaths. I'm afraid it will be confirmed that it was me in the end. I don't dare to take this gamble. It's better to run away and start a new life in the southern continent."

"If it were me, I would do the same." Dunn pushed open the door of the apartment, letting the cool breeze in the middle of the night blow away the stuffiness inside.

He was not afraid that Klein would escape, so he got on the carriage first. It was the same carriage that Klein had seen in his dream, with four wheels, a single horse, and a coachman. The side of the carriage was engraved with the police system logo of "crossed swords and a crown".

Klein followed him in and found that the room was covered with thick carpets and filled with the scent of incense that made people feel peaceful and calm.

Sitting down casually, he looked for a topic to try to find out more:

"Mr. Smith, if, I mean if, the 'expert' confirms that I have truly forgotten that part of my memory, and there is no other evidence to prove that I am the perpetrator, not the victim, then the matter is over?"

"That's the theory. We will look for the notebook through other channels. As long as it still exists, it can be found. Of course, before that, we will make sure that you are not cursed, have no lingering smell of evil spirits, have no corresponding psychological problems, and can face the future life safely and healthily." Dunn Smith smiled, a slightly strange smile.

Klein keenly grasped this point, and without even taking a breath of relief, he quickly asked:

"In theory?"

"Yes, it's just in theory. In this field, there are always twisted, unreasonable, and unbelievable things." Dunn looked into Klein's eyes and said, "Their continuation and their end are sometimes beyond our ability to foresee and control."

“For example?” Klein was a little frightened for a moment.

The carriage was moving fast on the almost deserted street. Dunn took out his pipe and sniffed it:

"When we think it's over and everything is back to normal, it comes back in a scary, terrifying way."

"A few years ago, we handled a case involving a cult. They organized their followers to commit suicide as a sacrifice to please the evil gods. One of the followers was chosen, and his instinct for survival overcame his stupidity, his strange beliefs, and his hallucinogenic drugs. He secretly ran to the police station to report the case."

"The matter was handed over to us. It's a very small task. Because that cult doesn't have any Beyonders, and the gods they worship are just made up by their leader. In order to make money and enjoy themselves, they have lost their humanity."

"We only used two members of our team, and with the cooperation of the police, we successfully solved this evil cult, and no one escaped. As for the person who reported the case, we also confirmed that he had no smell of evil spirits, no curse, no psychological disorders, no personality problems, and no other strange signs."

"After that, his career developed well, he married a good wife and had a son and a daughter. All the shadows seemed to be far away from him, and the horror and bloodiness of the past seemed to have completely dissipated."

At this point, Dunn Smith smiled and said:

"But in March this year, he died despite having a good financial situation, a loving relationship with his wife, and a smart and lovely child. He strangled himself to death in his office."

The crimson moonlight shone in from the carriage window and sprinkled on Dunn Smith.

At this moment, his seemingly self-deprecating smile actually made Klein feel creepy, indescribably creepy.

“I strangled myself to death…” Klein took a breath silently, as if he had seen his own tragic end.

Even if you escape a disaster, you can only escape temporarily?

Is there any way to solve this problem completely?

Become an extraordinary person to fight back?

The carriage fell silent, and countless thoughts popped up in Klein's mind and then fell away.

In such an indescribable silence, the carriage traveled for a long time and very quickly.

Just when Klein made up his mind and was about to shamelessly ask Dunn Smith for advice on a solution, the carriage stopped.

"Mr. Smith, we're here at Welch's residence." The driver's voice reached the ears of the two men.

"Let's go down." Dunn straightened his black windbreaker that reached his knees. "Hey, let me introduce myself in advance. The 'Expert' is disguised as the most famous psychic in Ahowa County."

Klein suppressed his other thoughts and asked curiously:

"What is her actual identity?"

Dunn half turned around, looked back, and said with deep grey eyes:

"A true 'psychic'."