The exhausted Klein removed the sealed spiritual wall, letting the cool night breeze with the scent of grass and trees blow on his face, sobering him up a little.

He stroked the warm and classical seal "3-0782" in his palm and sighed in his heart:

“Who would have thought that this badge actually contained a drop of divine blood… I guess the strong men of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun have searched for it before, but they didn’t find it…”

After stretching his neck, Klein didn’t dare to try any other ideas and put the “Mutated Sun Holy Emblem” on the inside of his thin windbreaker.

He followed the chain, pulled out the silver pocket watch with a vine pattern, snapped it open, and took a look, and found that there was more than an hour before the "corpse collector" Frye came to take over the shift.

"I need two matches to hold up my eyelids... This is the aftereffect of seeking death!" Klein had no choice but to take out a small metal bottle from his small secret bag, unplug it, and put it to his nose.

The pungent smell of mint and disinfectant quickly penetrated his nose, irritating him so much that pimples appeared on his face. His spirits were lifted and he instantly forgot his sleepiness.

This is the recipe he learned from the "corpse collector" Frye, called "Kragg's Oil", which can help people fight against the foul smell of decay and other things, and also has the effect of refreshing the mind.

For the next hour or so, Klein was in extreme agony. He stood up and walked around from time to time, and was bitten and sucked blood by mosquitoes in the woods several times.

Finally, he saw Frye, a man with a high nose, thin lips, black hair and blue eyes, wearing a thin windbreaker and holding a cane, walking out of the town.

Although the other party still looked cold and gloomy like a zombie, Klein felt like he had seen a savior. He covered his mouth and yawned, tears filling his eyes. He walked up to him and took out the sealed item "3-0782" from the inside of his clothes.

"What happened?" Frye looked at his teammate's pale and ugly face and asked.

Klein sighed and said:

"I was on duty at Chanis Gate last night, and I didn't sleep well this morning, so I'm very sleepy now."

He didn't mention it further, and changed the subject: "I'll be here for my turn in four hours?"

"Seven hours. The captain doesn't need to sleep in the middle of the night." Frye took the "Mutated Sun Holy Emblem".

Cultivating immortals makes people happy... Klein silently slandered the captain, said goodbye to Frye, and walked towards the town.

As he walked along the street toward the hotel, he casually took out his pocket watch and checked the time:

"Hey, we're almost ten minutes earlier than the agreed time..."

“What a warm-hearted person…” Klein smiled, quickened his pace, returned to the hotel, pushed open the half-open door, walked up to the second floor under the scrutinizing gaze of the boss, and entered his room.

After locking the door and removing his coat and shoes, he did not clean himself but simply collapsed on the bed.

In just a dozen seconds, his breathing first became heavy, and then long and steady.

In his dream, Klein returned to Earth. In front of him was a game that he had not yet completed. On the left were iced cola and spicy chicken wings, and on the right were bitter bamboo shoots and pork soup and rice.

He has never eaten bitter bamboo shoots, but he really likes to use it as an ingredient to make soup with meat slices. The soup is refreshing and appetizing, with a bit of the tempting aroma of oil, which is perfect for soaking rice.

With a dish of good dipping sauce, he can eat a whole bowl of rice more than usual!

Just as Klein was about to enjoy a midnight snack and play some games crazily, the scene in his dream suddenly changed and reappeared as the interior layout of No. 2 Daffodil Street.

Klein suddenly became alert and realized that he was dreaming.

He saw himself sitting at the side of the dining table, holding a copy of the Tingen Daily in his hand, with tomato oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, mashed potatoes and oatmeal bread in front of him.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked towards the door, and suddenly saw a figure standing outside the convex window corresponding to the living room, staring quietly at the figure inside the house!

Klein was startled, and then he recognized that it was Dunn with deep gray eyes. He had half of his face pressed against the window, silently looking at the person inside.

...Captain, please don't scare people in dreams, okay? Is this how you act as a nightmare? Klein thought with a mixture of anger and amusement. He took out a soup spoon, scooped up a piece of beef, and put it in his mouth.

Well, it's my craft! He sighed to himself, and understood why he suddenly woke up in his dream and why the scene on Earth disappeared instantly.

When someone invades his dream, he will naturally be alert!

At this moment, Dunn left the bay window and pushed open the door of the Moretti family's house. Wearing a black windbreaker, he quietly walked to the opposite side of Klein.

He took off his hat, nodded slightly, sat down, picked up the knife, fork and spoon without any courtesy, and ate up all the food on the table, including tomato oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, mashed potatoes and oatmeal bread, at a very fast speed.

Klein stared blankly, not understanding what the captain was trying to do.

Huh! Dunn exhaled with satisfaction, gave Klein a thumbs-up, then took out his pipe and matches and took a puff in ecstasy.

Exhaling a cloud of smoke, he stood up, took his hat, bowed in an old-fashioned but steady manner, walked out of the Moretti house, and left this dream.

"..." Klein stared at the captain's back and was unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

He looked down at the empty plate and subconsciously wanted to recreate the food he had just had.

However, this time, neither tomato oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, nor mashed potatoes appeared in his dreams again.

“Completely ‘swallowed’? This is the ability of ‘Nightmare’?” Klein twitched his lips and thought helplessly, “So, the captain’s goal is to prevent me from having midnight snacks in my dreams? This is really a nightmare... This ‘Nightmare’ is really creative in acting…”

He laughed, exited the dream and fell asleep again.

At 5:30 the next morning, Klein, who had to get up early, drank coffee, ate toast and bacon, and hurried to the outskirts of town to replace Dunn.

At seven o'clock, they set out on time to return to the city of Tingen.

Before ten o'clock, they arrived at 36 Zouteland Street. After the energetic Dunn put the sealed object "3-0782" back to Chanis Gate, Frye sat down at the mechanical typewriter and personally wrote yesterday's mission report and the corresponding expense reimbursement application when the clerical staff had not yet arrived.

Klein watched for a while and was satisfied to see that all the materials he used were included in the list - including the parts he used to repel mosquitoes and insects.

He did not go home immediately because he had made an appointment with Dr. Dust of the mental hospital by writing a coded letter to meet at a designated place at 1:00 p.m.

“Then there’s the tarot party at three o’clock… Why do I, the boss of a secret organization, have to live such a tiring life?” Klein muttered to himself silently. He lay in the Night Watcher’s lounge for two hours and caught up on his sleep.

He was not worried about forgetting the knowledge and things he had gained last night, as he could recall them through divination. What he was afraid of was that he would ignore the existence of these knowledge and things and even lose the idea of ​​divination about them. Therefore, before going to bed, he went over all the details in his mind to deepen his impression.

This is also the reason why Klein insists on writing a summary every week to sort out various situations.

After lunch, he took out his pocket watch, looked at it, put on his hat, left Blackthorn Security Company, and came to the "Shooting Club" at No. 3 Zouteland Street.

After pushing open the door and entering the reception hall, Klein did not go directly to the shooting range belonging to the Nighthawks. Instead, he found a seat in the hall and sat down, holding the black cane in his hands and waiting patiently.

The meeting place he and Dust agreed to meet was at this "Zotland Street Shooting Club"!

The method they agreed on was to write letters. When Klein needed to meet, he would write to Dr. Dust Guderian as a family member of the patient, asking about a special disease called "split personality". In the letter, Klein would mention the word "audience" in various ways, and use the ink dots in hidden locations to confirm his identity. The time point inadvertently written in the letter was the time of the meeting.

As for the meeting place, it had already been decided during their first discussion. If Klein felt that it was time to change the location, he would let him know during the interview.

When Duster Guderian wanted to meet but was not in a hurry, he could send a letter to the Hound Tavern or the shooting club, with the recipient being "Mr. Hornakis," and wait for Klein to pick it up at a scheduled time.

If he had an emergency, he would have to hand the letter directly to Light, the owner of the Hound Tavern, and mention "looking for mercenaries". In this way, Light, as an outer member of the Nighthawks, would immediately deliver the letter to the Blackthorn Security Company.

After waiting for a while, at two minutes before one, Klein saw Dust, who had a very gentle temperament, walk into the lobby of the "Shooting Club".

He wore a black silk top hat, a fitted tailcoat, held a silver-studded cane in his hand, and had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face.

Duster looked around inconspicuously and saw Klein nodding slightly. He then retracted his gaze, walked to the front desk, and skillfully applied for the shooting range and rented a gun.

——He has been here once.

"Small shooting range No. 7, 3 soli per hour, revolver rental fee, 1 soli 6 pence per hour, including six rounds of bullets..." The girl in charge of reception quickly took care of the matter.

After Dust confirmed the time was 1 hour and paid a fee of 10 soli, he received a revolver and extra bullets and was led into the corresponding shooting range by the waiter.

Klein waited for another five minutes before he slowly stood up, holding his cane, and walked to the outside of Small Shooting Range No. 7, knocking on the door.

With a creak, the door opened a crack. Dust first looked around vigilantly, then made way.

Klein immediately slipped in and locked the door.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Dust." He took out a 10-sol note and handed it to the other party. "We will not let the outside members pay for the meeting."

Because I can get it reimbursed… he added silently.

Duster accepted the cash without any hesitation, and then asked in a deep voice:

"Officer Moretti, what is the reason for you to meet me this time?"

PS: Please give me a monthly ticket for the second update~