After calming down, Klein walked underground, came to the door of Chanis, and knocked on the open door of the guard room.

Luo Yao Laiting, who was sitting inside, had already packed his personal belongings. When he saw the shift changer arrive, he immediately trimmed his hair and stood up to leave.

After they nodded to each other, Klein suddenly spoke:

"I'm making good progress in mastering potions. I just shared my experience with Frye and the others. You can talk to them."

Luo Yao, who had no expression on his face, looked at the other person with a hint of surprise, then moved his lips a few times and said:

"OK."

Madam, I hope you can remain calm later... There are a bunch of wooden people sitting in the entertainment room now... Klein smiled, walked behind the table, and picked up the silver-inlaid tin can of Filmore coffee that Dunn Smith used with familiarity.

After making a cup of fragrant coffee, Klein sat down leisurely, looking at the quiet and deserted corridor outside the door, letting his thoughts fly:

"I hope Mr. Azik's actions go smoothly and don't leave any clues... No, even if there are any clues, I will pretend not to find them..."

"I don't know where the 'mutated Sun Holy Emblem' is sealed behind the Chanis Gate... Well, it doesn't have the characteristics of being alive, so just leave enough space..."

"Come to think of it, I haven't been into Chanis Gate yet, so I don't know what's going on inside... There must be something unusual to keep those dozens of strange sealed objects of all sizes from getting damaged or out of control, such as Saint Selina's ashes?"

…

As various thoughts were running through his mind, Klein suddenly heard hurried footsteps. He quickly turned his attention back and looked towards the door.

He saw old Neil, wearing a black classical robe and holding a felt hat of the same color, appear in the corridor, quickly enter the guard room, stand opposite, and look him up and down without saying a word.

"...Mr. Neil, what happened?" Klein laughed dryly and took a sip of the fragrant coffee.

Old Neil looked at him again, sighed and said:

"You actually found inspiration from the motto of the 'Secret Peeper' and Daly's case..."

“I must praise the goddess, and thank you for your teachings.” Klein replied seriously.

Old Neil pulled his chair with a creaking sound, sat down suddenly, and said dejectedly, "If, if it were twenty years earlier, it would be better, it would be better..."

Knowing that the other party's age and physical condition no longer allowed him to take the potion, even if he had completely digested the previous one, Klein remained silent and did not speak.

He felt that in this situation, anything he said would only provoke the other party.

"At first, I also tried to find ideas on how to quickly master the potion from the mottos of the Mystery Peepers. Unfortunately, I was never on the right track. Later, although Daly's success gave me inspiration, I was over 50 years old at that time and had given up trying. I subconsciously thought that it was the peculiarity of genius and that normal people could not imitate it." Old Neil rubbed his forehead and described his loss in a low voice.

He was silent for a few minutes, raised his head, looked at Klein and said:

"It's such a shame that I don't realize what I've missed until I'm this old."

Old Neil probably had a vague understanding of "acting", but after being enlightened by the experience I shared, he immediately understood some things... Klein comforted him:

"In fact, it won't make much difference. The Church does not have a Sequence 8 corresponding to the Secret Peeper."

"Maybe the temple has it... No, if they have it, at least they will tell the branch the name... It's not impossible that there is an underground market..." Old Neil muttered a few words, propped up his hands on the table, shook his head and stood up, smiling, "At least I didn't lose control and lived a healthy life for decades... Praise the goddess."

He drew a crimson moon on his chest and left the guard room with a gloomy expression, losing his usual cunning.

Klein watched his back disappear from his sight and suddenly let out a long sigh.

He was increasingly unable to understand why the church's top leaders wanted to ban the "acting method".

After a long time, Klein came back to his senses and turned his attention to the internal information of the Nighthawks in front of him.

Ever since he had brought the boy from the City of Silver into the Tarot Club and learned that many things there were still referred to by their ancient names, he had consciously stepped up his studies in similar areas, trying to master the comparison between ancient and modern names of objects.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard footsteps again, slow and steady footsteps.

Almost at the same time, the image of Dunn Smith wearing a black knee-length windbreaker suddenly appeared in his mind.

After completely digesting the "Fortune Teller" potion, my inspiration has also improved... Klein nodded thoughtfully and saw the captain a few seconds later.

"Your letter." Dunn raised his right hand, shook his wrist, and threw the letter in his palm to Klein.

Klein raised his hand gracefully and tried to catch it, but both his judgment and reaction were a little off.

Bang!

The letter fell to the ground, and Klein's right hand stood awkwardly in the wind.

In the sudden quiet atmosphere, his right hand froze at first, then continued to move up and combed his hair.

"The light from the gas lamp is still not bright enough." Klein said perfunctorily, bent down to pick up the letter, and glanced at the envelope.

Mr. Honakis...a letter from Duster Guderian... He nodded in realization, opened the drawer and took out a letter cutter.

——According to the rules of the Nighthawks, if there is a clear and correct recipient, civilian staff such as Luo Shan will directly hand the letter to the corresponding person. In the case of an anonymous person or no such person can be found, the letter will be sent to Dunn, who will inquire or make the decision.

Carefully cutting open the envelope, Klein pulled out the paper inside, quickly unfolded it, and glanced through it.

He found that Dr. Dust, the asylum doctor, was requesting an appointment as soon as possible, that is, at two o'clock this afternoon.

Did he get the "Mind Reader" formula? Or something else? Klein raised the letter in his hand, looked up at Dunn and said:

"Captain, my informant, the one from the Psychological Alchemist Society, hopes to meet at two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Did you reveal what it was about?" Dunn asked as if he had expected it.

“No.” Klein shook his head.

Dunn thought for a moment and said in a mellow voice, "Let Leonard help you guard the Chanis Gate for now. I'll follow you and hide nearby. This kind of emergency meeting request is likely to be a trap. I've seen and heard too many similar things. Moreover, if there is an important situation, this way we can take action as quickly as possible."

...Captain, you are really experienced... Well, when it comes to serious matters, you are a reliable, trustworthy, and unforgettable captain... Klein nodded immediately:

"OK!"

…………

2pm, Zouteland Street Shooting Club, Small Shooting Range No. 9.

Klein glanced at the target riddled with bullet holes, then looked at the slightly uneasy insane asylum doctor Dust Guderian and said:

"What happened that made you rush to the Hound Tavern to find a mercenary team?"

Only in this way would Wright, the owner of the Hound Tavern, immediately deliver the letter to the Blackthorn Security Company instead of waiting for Klein to pick it up himself.

Dust observed Klein's subtle expressions and body movements, and replied in a deep voice:

"I feel like Hood Eugen has been acting a little abnormal lately."

Hood Eugen was the insane asylum patient who developed Dust into a member of the Psychological Alchemist Society.

"Is there anything abnormal?" Klein asked very professionally.

Dust secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had found support, and said carefully:

"He, he seems to be really crazy..."

"Are you really crazy?" Klein asked in astonishment.

Didn't Hood Eugen pretend to be sick and sneak into the mental hospital in order to train his corresponding abilities in the spiritual realm, trying to influence the patients in both positive and negative ways?

Is he really sick, really crazy?

"I think so..." Daxter paced back and forth a little anxiously, "I could communicate with him normally before, and was taught how to use extraordinary abilities correctly, but in recent days, his thinking and state have become very strange, and I often can't communicate with him, just like I do with other patients. Although, although this also allowed me to successfully obtain the formula of the 'Mind Reader', I can't confirm whether it is true or false, and I am even more afraid of uncontrollable changes."

It doesn’t matter. As a fortune teller who possesses the mysterious space above the gray fog, he will not confuse truth with falsehood... Klein first breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned and asked:

"Who did he come into contact with before he became abnormal?"

"Only those patients. I, I can't be sure. I am not in the asylum every day and every hour. I also have time to rest." Dust replied with a serious expression.

Klein nodded slightly, as if it was a trivial matter.

"Don't be nervous. I will send someone to secretly protect you. You should find out who Hood Eugen has been in contact with before. Also, you must be careful that he is testing you. Uh, you'd better inform other members of the Psychological Alchemy Society at the same time to see how the top leaders of your organization react."

"Okay." Daxter pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and regained his calmness as an audience member. He then took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Klein, saying, "This is the formula for the Mind Reader potion. I'm not sure if it's correct."

“We’ll verify it.” Klein replied with a smile, unfolded it on the spot, and took a look.

"Main ingredients: the complete pituitary gland of an adult seven-colored lizard dragon, 10 ml of cerebrospinal fluid from a Falsman rabbit."

"Supplementary materials: 5 grams of chestnut spores, 8 grams of dragon tooth grass powder, 3 petals of pure white fairy flower, 100 ml of pure water."

“Excellent,” Klein praised, folded the paper, and put it into the inside pocket of his formal tuxedo.

After exchanging a few more words and confirming that Dust's "auditory hallucination" phenomenon had been alleviated, he said goodbye and left, cautiously coming to the exclusive shooting range belonging to the Nighthawks, where Dunn Smith was waiting.

"Captain, the informant gave me a recipe for the Mind Reader, thanking me for helping him control the backlash of the potion, but he's not sure if the recipe is authentic." Klein handed the paper to Dunn solemnly, "Also, he mentioned something..."

Dunn browsed the formula while listening to Klein's description of Hood Eugen. Finally, he nodded and said:

"I will immediately organize personnel to take turns monitoring the asylum. You have not received professional training for this kind of thing, so you don't need to participate. Go back and continue to guard the Chanis Gate."

Having said this, he looked at Klein deeply and said:

"With this recipe, once you pass the test, you can directly obtain the Joker potion without having to accumulate merits..."

PS: It’s the middle of the month, please give me a monthly ticket~