Leaning against the wall and looking at the darkness across the corridor, Klein instinctively held his breath.

What is the captain doing? What happened to the captain? Is he drinking blood? Is he showing early signs of losing control? Thoughts came one after another, and his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't think effectively at all.

After more than ten seconds, Klein gritted his teeth and, with the help of the Joker's control over his body, he moved silently to the stairs.

Then, he deliberately quickened his pace, walked back, and once again came to the door of Mrs. Sharon's bedroom.

Looking closely, Klein saw the captain standing there, wrapping the sealed object "3-0271" with layers of black cloth. His expression was solemn, his gray eyes were deep, and his face was clean.

What he just saw seemed to be just an illusion.

With a glance from the corner of his eye, Klein saw that there was no new abnormality in Coenley's body. It was still the same as before.

He took a deep breath and asked:

"Captain, how can I confirm whether those servants are asleep? It seems that I can't accurately judge it by relying on spiritual vision alone. They will have different emotional reactions due to dreams, and show corresponding colors."

Dunn Smith held the Psychic's Mirror and was silent for a few seconds. He then said in a hoarse voice:

"Sorry, I forgot. I made too many mistakes tonight."

"You don't have to check. I'll confirm it."

He raised one hand, pressed his brow, then closed his eyes, letting circles of invisible ripples spread to other rooms and to the first floor.

Whether you are asleep or not can be clearly seen in the "nightmare".

Klein stared at the scene in a daze, slowly lowered his eyes, and bit the inside of his lips tightly.

Captain, you really just wanted to get me out of the way...

What are you doing, do you know what you are doing...

He turned his head sharply and looked towards the window, only to see the crimson moon hanging high in the sky, seemingly unchanged for millions of years.

After calming down for a while, Klein used the cover of picking up tarot cards, a revolver, a half-high silk hat and other items to carefully examine the bodies of Cohen and Mrs. Sharon.

They remained in the same state they had been in when they died, their skin turning pale and slightly cyanotic at a faster rate than normal humans.

It’s a bit strange, as if they are missing something... Not a specific thing, but a certain feeling... Klein muttered to himself silently, only to feel the cool breeze blowing in from the broken window making his hair stand on end.

At this time, Dunn opened his eyes and said in a low voice:

"They are all still asleep, but a few are close to waking up."

“That’s good, that’s good…” Klein looked at the captain, not knowing what he was saying.

Dunn looked around and said:

"Deal with the items at the scene, then go to the nearest police station to find someone. And by the way, go back to Zouteland Street and ask Fry to help."

Klein looked at the captain deeply, then nodded with gritted teeth:

"Um."

With the help of Dunn, he quickly dealt with the scene and left Mrs. Sharon's house through the front door.

After walking through the garden and coming outside, Klein couldn't help but look back again. He saw that the small building was still quietly crawling in the darkness without any light.

He turned around heavily and quickly found the nearest police station based on his memory - this was common sense that every night watchman must remember.

Klein knocked on the iron door.

Not long after, the night policeman holding a lantern walked through the small courtyard, opened the gate, and looked at it in confusion:

"What's the matter?"

Klein couldn't muster any expression. With a sullen face, he took out his ID and displayed it in front of the policeman:

"There's a serious murder at 15 Orsna Street. Call your companions to help immediately!"

The policeman picked up the lantern, looked at the document carefully, then put his legs together, raised his hand and saluted:

"Yes, sir!"

After dealing with this matter, Klein took a rented carriage back to Zouteland Street.

Along the way, he sat in the dark carriage, his thoughts both messy and scattered:

Cohenry is dead...

I remember he just got engaged...his parents are still alive...

What on earth was the captain doing just now...

Is he thirsty for blood...

Or maybe there is another purpose...

His memory is still so bad and there is no obvious improvement. This shows that he has no early signs of losing control!

However, he had known about the "acting method" for some time, and whether the lack of improvement in memory was also a sign that something was wrong in the dark...

No! The captain must be still trying to figure out how to play "Nightmare"!

...By the way, one of the important reasons for Cornel's death was the Sealed Artifact "3-0271", which was given to him by the captain...

What was I thinking! It was a must-have choice at the time!

...It was the captain who suggested using the Sealed Artifact "3-0271"...

Calm down, calm down, don't think too much and don't wait, otherwise the situation will get worse!

I will send a letter to Ms. Daly later to see if she knows what this situation means. Even if she doesn't know the specific answer, she will definitely understand the danger involved and inform the church in time...

This should nip the problem in the bud and get the captain back to normal!

No, the captain may not have a problem. Maybe I misunderstood something. Let's see what Ms. Daly said...

…

When the rental carriage arrived at 36 Zouteland Street, Klein had already thought of a plan and made a decision. He was no longer as panicked and at a loss as before.

He walked up the stairs with heavy steps to the door of Blackthorn Security Company, took out the key and opened the door.

The familiar layout and scene in front of him made him feel much more at ease, just like the feeling he had every time he went to see the captain for something.

After taking a deep breath, Klein came to the Nighthawks' entertainment room and saw Frye reading a book alone under the light of the gas lamp.

He turned his head to look at Klein, his cold and gloomy face showing obvious concern and tension:

"What happened?"

"Where are the captain and Cornelius?"

Klein replied in a hoarse voice:

"Kornley is dead. He died at the hands of Madam Sharon. We all made mistakes..."

"The captain is guarding the scene there, and asked you to go over and help."

Before setting off, Dunn briefed Frye on the specific situation and told him that if they did not return within two hours, they should immediately telegraph to the Temple. Similarly, because they had to apply for the Sealed Artifact "3-0271" and enter the Chanis Gate at night, Luo Yao, who was on duty in the guard room, also knew what mission they were going to perform. According to the internal regulations of the Night Watchmen, to open the Chanis Gate at night, they must obtain the captain's permission, and if the captain is present, only the captain can enter.

Frye was stunned for a moment, sighed softly, and drew a crimson moon on his chest.

He put on his coat and hat and walked towards the door. When he passed Klein, he suddenly whispered:

"You don't need to blame yourself. Making mistakes is something that is inevitable."

“We always believe in our teammates.”

“Hmm…” Klein closed his eyes, and his vision seemed to become blurry.

He and Frye first went underground and told Luo Yao, then locked the door of the Blackthorn Security Company and rushed to Mrs. Sharon's house on Orsna Street.

By the time they carried back Coenley's remains and Mrs. Sharon's hideous corpse with half her head missing, it was already past midnight.

Dunn, wearing a thin black windbreaker, stood at the door of the "morgue" and looked inside silently. After a long while, he turned his head and said to Klein:

"You should go home first. You have just experienced a fierce battle and must be very tired."

“Okay.” Klein didn’t refuse.

He pursed his lips, glanced at the captain, quietly left the Blackthorn Security Company, and took a rented carriage back to Daffodil Street.

Following the same process as last time, he easily entered his bedroom and actually locked the door.

Pulling out the ritual silver dagger, Klein created a spiritual wall to seal off the room. He then sat down at the desk, spread out a piece of paper, picked up a pen, and wrote eagerly:

"Dear Ms. Daly:"

"I noticed something was wrong with the captain recently. He quietly..."

Having written this, Klein suddenly stopped writing. His mind went blank, and he had no idea what to do next or how to describe the story.

Bang!

He suddenly threw away his pen, grabbed the paper in front of him, crumpled it into a ball, and then slammed the table hard.

The sound of "thump" echoed in his body. Klein closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands. He did not move for a long time, as if he had turned into a statue.

After five full minutes, he sighed, put down his right hand, used his spiritual power to light the piece of waste paper, and watched it turn into ashes and fall into the trash can.

After organizing his thoughts, Klein spread out a new piece of paper and wrote again:

"Dear Ms. Daly:"

"We have just finished a mission and sadly lost a teammate. The specific situation is as follows..."

"…At that time, I thought that my current level of psychic vision could not confirm whether the servants were asleep, and it was very troublesome to divine one by one, so I went back to ask the captain for advice. At this time, I saw through the reflection of the mirror that the captain was half-lying next to Cohen's body, with dark red blood around his mouth."

"I don't know what happened, nor do I know what condition the captain is in. I hope you can give me an answer."

…

After finishing writing, Klein read through it with a heavy heart and folded the letter.

Then, he arranged the ceremony, activated his spiritual vision, and summoned Daly's messenger, the strange face with no eyes or nose but only a mouth.

Looking at the bright red tongue with irregular fangs and the five tiny pale fingers on the tip of the tongue, Klein handed over the letter in silence.

When everything returned to normal, he sat down again and continued writing.

This time, he wanted to ask Mr. Azik:

"...During a recent mission, my boss showed some unusual behavior. He sent me away and half-crouched next to the body of his teammate, with dark red blood all around his mouth."

"Do you remember anything like this happening before? How can I help my boss?"

ps: This chapter is for June. Three more chapters will be updated on July 1st. Please give me your monthly vote!