Who is it? Klein raised his head suddenly and looked towards the door.

He felt that he had a disease now, a fear of the doorbell ringing, the symptoms were exactly the same as when he was on Earth and was afraid of incoming calls on his cell phone.

Putting down the newspaper and magazine, Klein glanced at the empty plate with no seasoning left, then stood up and walked towards the door.

Before he even grasped the handle, he knew it was Dr. Allen outside.

Don't you have to go to work? Klein muttered and opened the door.

"Good morning, Alan. The fog is gray today." He said with a smile.

Alan still had that cold expression, but with a hint of anxiety and fear.

He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and without even bothering to say hello, he said directly:

"Sherlock, I had a dream again! I dreamed of Will Auceptin again!"

Huh? Klein almost froze there.

Isn't this right? The genuine paper crane is with me, above the gray fog, and the paper crane I folded is with the Nighthawk. You are carrying a low-quality paper crane folded by the Nighthawk, and you can still dream about Will Auceptin? This is not scientific. No, this is not mysticism... Klein suddenly became serious and asked back:

"Is it the same dream as before?"

"No, it's not that scary this time." Alan calmed down a little. "I dreamed of Green Cemetery. You know Green Cemetery, right?"

“I know.” Klein replied concisely.

Outside Green Cemetery, he captured a group of students performing spirit dance and a novice occultist named Kopsti, from whom he obtained another copper whistle that could summon a messenger.

Alan took a breath of cold air and continued:

"I dreamed of the woods outside Green Cemetery. I dreamed of a birch tree with a circle of bark shed around its waist. Will Auceptin was sitting under this tree, looking at me quietly."

"And then?" Klein asked.

Alan shook his head: "The dream ends here."

This is really a strange thing... Could it be that Dr. Allen's dream has nothing to do with the paper crane? No, if it had nothing to do with it, the dream wouldn't have changed after the paper crane was replaced. I also used the paper crane to divine above the gray fog and got the corresponding revelation... Klein said thoughtfully:

"This is beyond my comprehension. What do you want to do with me, Alan?"

The hot air Allen exhaled turned into white mist in the air. "I want to go to the outside of Green Cemetery and take a look, right now, during the day. Can you protect me? I will pay the commission fee, 1 pound."

Going to explore the scene that appeared in the dream now? I shouldn't encounter anything too weird during the day... Klein thought for a moment and said, "I can take this commission, but I suggest you go to the church first and tell the bishop you are familiar with about the dream."

Alan said "hmm", and then said with some confusion: "Why do you always suggest me to go to church? I know you explained it before in a very logical way. If there is a magical power, the church that can always dominate the human world must be the force with the strongest magical power. If not, then going to church can at least get psychological comfort and corresponding human resources. But, it's not too strange, why do you also suggest me to go to church?"

Klein thought for two seconds and answered seriously:

"I'm a detective and I get to know a lot of unusual things, so I understand the special nature of the church and when and under what circumstances I should ask them for help."

"Really?" Alan looked solemn.

Klein immediately raised the corner of his mouth:

“Just kidding.

"Alan, relax. I'm going to change my clothes and wash the dishes."

He chatted with Alan for a long time at the door without wearing a thick coat, and his body was a little stiff due to the cold wind.

Taking this opportunity, Klein went to the bathroom and above the gray fog to divine the danger level of this commission. He concluded that there was almost no risk.

If he gets a very dangerous revelation, he plans to use the Church of the Evernight Goddess to shirk the commission.

…………

Hillston, Church of the Stars.

“Sherlock, why don’t you hire a maid? As a great detective, you can afford several servants.” Allen asked doubtfully as he led Klein into the largest church of the Church of the Goddess of Evernight in the Hillston District.

This was something he had wanted to ask since he was in the carriage, but he had never found a chance to broach the subject.

Klein sighed and said solemnly:

"Alan, let me tell you a story. There was once a detective who employed two maids, a cook, and an assistant. He lived a pretty good life. But one day, he took over a case and successfully identified the murderer. The murderer was a very savage and cruel man. He sneaked into the detective's house with the idea of ​​revenge.

"The detective was an expert in combat and only suffered minor injuries, but two of his servants died.

"Alan, do you understand?"

"I see." Alan's tone was full of sympathy, "Sherlock, I didn't know you had such an experience."

No, the protagonist has nothing to do with me. This is just a story I just made up... I can't just tell you directly that I'm involved in many strange and mysterious events. There are often secrets at home that cannot be told. It's best not to hire servants if possible... Klein looked ahead and sighed.

The cleaning of his room was mainly done by Mrs. Starling Summer's maid, who did only the most basic cleaning twice a week, at a cost of 1 soli per cleaning.

As they were talking, the two of them had already stepped into the hall of the Starry Church.

This place adheres to the usual style of the Church of the Goddess of Night: dim, quiet, with few candles.

At the front of the hall is a holy altar engraved with the holy emblem of darkness. On it are stars inlaid with self-luminous pearls and a scarlet moon made up of red gems. The rest of the place is the pitch-black night.

At first glance, the place is dotted with stars, shining crimson and extremely sacred.

But Klein felt that this was not as good as the design of St. Selina's Church in Tingen. The hall was completely dark, with only light coming in from the front, through fist-sized round holes. It was as if one could see the starry sky directly, and one felt awe from the bottom of one's heart.

However, there is a problem with such a design. At night, the effect is gone... Klein found a seat at random, took off his half-high silk hat, and leaned on his black hardwood cane. Allen continued to walk along the aisle and went straight to the confessional to find the bishop.

Sitting in such a hall, looking at the believers around him who were praying intently, Klein's heart suddenly felt peaceful.

Come to think of it, this is only my third time entering the Goddess’ church… He smiled self-deprecatingly.

…………

Wintershire, inside the Quiet Church.

Leonard Mitchell put on a black windbreaker, red gloves, and entered the room belonging to Senior Deacon Crestel Cecima.

"Congratulations, you have officially become a Red Glove. May the goddess bless you." Sesima drew a crimson moon on her chest.

He still covered his mouth with his high collar.

"Praise the goddess, it's my honor." Leonard raised his right hand and nodded four times clockwise.

Cecima didn't say much and went straight to the point:

"According to your own request, I put you in the Soest team. He is a 'requiem master' and has his own magical items. I have also asked people to prepare the extraordinary weapons you need for you.

"You are mainly responsible for a demon summoning case recently, and you are also responsible for collecting some clues, such as the incidents related to the Tarot ritual that have occurred in Backlund."

"Yes, Lord Cecima." Leonard had no objection to this.

This will be the beginning of my revenge… he said silently in his heart.

…………

West District, outside Green Cemetery.

Klein accompanied Dr. Allen and walked for a long time in the nearby woods, and the falling gray dust made him cough from time to time.

"Maybe there is no such tree. Things in dreams cannot be completely reflected in reality." After finding the last word, Alan himself became a little uncertain.

Fortunately, I’m good at finding things… Klein pointed in a direction with his cane and said:

"Let's take another look over there and make one last effort."

"Okay." Alan breathed.

After they walked for a while, Allen suddenly stopped and pointed diagonally in front of him and said:

“There, there!”

A dozen meters away, a birch tree with its bark peeled off at the waist stood there quietly, as if waiting for the two of them.

"It's exactly the same as in my dream," Alan said with certainty.

Klein smiled with a little caution:

"But there is no Will Auceptin."

Alan approached the birch tree, frowned and looked at it for a while, then suddenly pointed to the root of the tree and said:

"Will Auceptin was sitting right here, with one of his hands pointing at the dirt below!"

Pointing at the soil below? Klein stood nearby and looked down at the area with almost no dead grass:

"You want to dig it up?"

Alan nodded: "We have found this place, we have to confirm what is there, Sherlock, go to the cemetery and borrow two shovels."

“I should stay here and you go to the cemetery. I’m worried something might happen.” Klein said cautiously.

"Okay." Alan did not refuse and left the woods immediately.

After a while, he returned with three shovels and a gravekeeper, and began to try to dig.

As Klein dug, he suddenly smelled a familiar smell. As the surface soil separated, the things underneath gradually became exposed.

It was a severely decomposed body of a child!

His skin and flesh seemed to be melting, and many bugs were crawling in and out of his nose and mouth.

when!

The shovel in Alan's hand fell and hit a rock.

He pointed at the legs of the corpse, his mouth moving wildly but no words came out.

Klein suppressed his nausea and looked carefully, discovering that the lower half of the child's left leg was obviously missing.

At the same time, Alan took two steps back, fell to the ground, and shouted in a shrill voice:

"Will Auceptin! Will Auceptin!"

That's Will Auceptin's body!

PS: As of this writing, I haven't had a break for more than three months. I feel exhausted both physically and mentally. I had planned to update three times during the double period, but it never worked out. Well, I may apply for a day off when it's appropriate this month, so I'll let you know in advance. Also, I'll update early in the morning.