While Azik was talking to himself, he subconsciously glanced at Quentin Cohen, as if he was looking for hints or inspiration.

Cohen, with sunken eye sockets and deep blue eyes, shook his head without hesitation:

"I have no recollection of it."

"...Okay, maybe it's just that the roots of the words are similar." Azik put down his left hand and laughed at himself.

Klein was slightly disappointed with this result, but he couldn't help but add:

"Teacher, Mr. Azik, as you know, I am very interested in exploring and restoring the history of the Fourth Epoch. If you remember anything or get other information, can you write to me?"

“No problem.” Because of what happened today, Senior Associate Professor Cohen, who had silver hair, was quite satisfied with Klein.

Azik also nodded and said:

"Is your address still the same as before?"

“For now, yes. But I’ll be moving soon. I’ll write to let you know when the time comes.” Klein answered respectfully.

Senior Associate Professor Cohen waved his black cane and said:

"It's time to change to a better environment."

At this time, Klein glanced at the newspaper in Azik's hand and said carefully:

"Teacher, Mr. Azik, what did the newspaper say about Welch and Naya? I only knew a little from the police in charge of the investigation."

Azik was about to answer when Senior Associate Professor Cohen, who didn't have many wrinkles on his face, suddenly reached along the gold chain on his black tuxedo and pulled out a pocket watch.

Snap!

He opened it and pointed his cane forward:

"The meeting is about to start, Azik, we can't delay any longer, give the newspaper to Moretti."

“Okay.” Azik handed the newspaper he had just read to Klein. “We have to go upstairs. Remember to write a letter. Cohen and I’s address hasn’t changed. It’s still the History Department office at Hoy University. Haha.”

He smiled, turned around, and left the room with Cohen.

Klein took off his hat and saluted, watching the two gentlemen leave. He then said goodbye to the owner of the office, Haven Stone, and walked slowly out of the door of the gray three-story building along the corridor.

In the sunlight, he picked up his cane, unfolded the newspaper, and saw the following heading:

"Tingen Morning News".

There are so many newspapers and magazines in Tingen... Morning Post, Evening Post, Honest Man's News, Backlund Daily, Tussock News, Family Magazine, Story Review... Klein thought about it casually, and seven or eight names came to his mind. Of course, some of them were not local, but came from the "distribution" based on steam trains.

As industrial papermaking and printing become more and more developed, the price of a newspaper has dropped to 1 penny, and the coverage of the population is getting wider and wider.

Klein didn't look at the other content carefully, and quickly found the report of "Home Robbery and Murder" in the "News Edition";

"...According to the police, the scene at Mr. Welch's home was horrific, and all the gold, jewelry, banknotes, and other valuable and easily taken items were missing, not even a copper penny was left. There is reason to believe that this is a group of cruel and vicious criminals who will not hesitate to kill innocent people who see their appearance, such as Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya."

"This is a violation of the kingdom's laws! This is a provocation to public safety! No one wants to encounter something like this! Of course, the good news is that the police department has identified the murderer and arrested the main culprit. We will give a follow-up report as soon as possible."

"Reporter, John Browning."

It has been processed and covered up... Klein walked on the tree-lined avenue and nodded imperceptibly.

He flipped through the newspaper casually, reading other news and serial stories as he walked.

Suddenly, all the hairs on his back stood up, as if tiny needles were pricking him there.

Is someone watching me? Observing me? Watching me?

Thoughts came to his mind one after another, and Klein had a vague understanding.

When he was on Earth, he had also felt invisible gazes before, and eventually discovered the source of the gazes, but never had he reacted as clearly as he did now, and his "conclusion" was as clear as it was now!

The same thing happened in the original owner's memory fragments!

Was it time travel, or was it that strange “lucky-changing ritual” that made my “sixth sense” stronger?

Klein resisted the urge to look for someone watching him. He followed the example of the novels, movies, and TV shows he had read. He slowly stopped, put away the newspaper, and looked toward the Hoy River.

Then, he tilted his head little by little as if to look around at the scenery, and then turned around naturally to take in the surrounding situation.

There was no one here except the trees, the lawn and the students passing by in the distance.

However, Klein was sure that someone was still watching him!

this……

Klein's heartbeat quickened, and his blood gushed out in streams with violent plop sounds.

He unfolded the newspaper and half covered his face, afraid that someone would notice that his expression was wrong.

At the same time, he tightened his grip on his cane, ready to draw his gun.

One step, two steps, three steps, Klein moved forward slowly, just like before.

He still felt like he was being spied on and watched, but no danger suddenly erupted.

After walking the length of the boulevard with a slightly stiff body, he arrived at the waiting point for the public carriage and luckily found that one was just approaching.

“Iron… Zote… No, Champagne Street.” Klein repeatedly denied his own thoughts.

He initially planned to go home directly, but was afraid of attracting the unknown purpose and good or bad peeper to the apartment. Then, he wanted to go to Zouteland Street to ask the "night watchman" or his colleagues for help, but he was worried that the other party would alert the enemy and expose himself, so he had to pick a place at random.

"Six pence," the toll collector replied familiarly.

Klein did not bring any gold pounds with him today. He placed them in the place where he usually hid his money and only took out two soli notes. He had spent the same amount of money when he came here before, so he had exactly 1 soli and 6 pence left. He took out all the coins and gave them to the toll collector.

He got on the carriage and found a seat to sit down. As the door closed, Klein felt that the uneasiness of being watched finally disappeared!

He exhaled slowly and felt his hands and feet trembling slightly.

what to do?

What to do next?

Klein looked out the carriage window, trying hard to think of a solution.

Without knowing the purpose of the snooper, assume it is malicious!

Ideas emerged one after another, but were rejected one by one by Klein. Having never experienced anything like this before, it took him several minutes to find an idea.

The Night Watchers must be notified. Only they can truly solve the trouble!

But I can't just go over there like this, because that would expose me. Maybe this is exactly what the other party wants...

Following this line of thought, Klein roughly worked out one plan after another, and his ideas gradually became clearer.

call!

He exhaled, regained his basic calm, and looked carefully at the scenery passing by quickly outside the window.

Nothing unexpected happened until the carriage arrived at Champagne Street. But after Klein pushed the door and got out of the carriage, he immediately felt uneasy as if he was being stared at!

He pretended not to notice anything, picked up the newspaper, picked up his cane, and walked slowly towards Zouteland Street.

However, he did not enter that street, but went around to the Red Moon Street at the back, where there was a beautiful white square and a spire-shaped cathedral!

St. Selina's Church!

The headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Night in Tingen!

As a believer, there is nothing strange about coming to attend mass and pray on your day off.

The cathedral has a distinct earth-like Gothic style, with an overall black color. The main facade is a tall, mottled bell tower, which is located on a huge central buttress between red and blue lattice windows and pierces the sky.

Klein stepped into the church and walked along the aisle to the large prayer hall. Along the way, narrow tall windows inlaid with blue and red patterns let in wisps of colored light, blue almost black, red like the moon, making the surroundings unusually dark.

The feeling of being watched disappeared again. Klein looked normal, without any joy, and walked step by step to the outside of the open prayer hall.

There were no high windows here, and deep darkness became the protagonist. However, behind the arched altar, on the wall opposite the main door, there were a dozen or twenty fist-sized round holes leading to the outside, allowing the brilliant, pure sunlight to shine in, condensed and bright.

It's like a pedestrian in the dark night who suddenly looks up and sees the starry sky, and sees the shining stars. They are so noble, so pure, and so sacred.

Even though he had always believed that gods could be studied and understood, Klein couldn't help but lower his head.

Amid the bishop's low and gentle sermon, he walked quietly on the aisle separating the left and right seats, found an empty seat close to the aisle, and slowly sat down.

Leaning his cane against the back of the chair in front of him, Klein took off his hat and placed it on his thighs along with the newspaper. Then he clasped his hands together and pressed them against his drooping forehead.

He did the whole process slowly and methodically, just like he was really praying.

Klein closed his eyes and listened quietly to the bishop's voice in the darkness:

"They were naked, without clothes or food, and in the cold without a shelter."

“They were drenched by the heavy rain, and because there was no shelter, they clung to the rock.”

“They are mothers whose children have been taken away from them, they are orphans who have lost their hope, they are poor people who have been forced off the right path.”

"The night did not abandon them and showed them favor."

…… (Note 1)

The echoes overlapped, and the sounds were audible. Klein's eyes went dark, and his mind seemed to be cleansed.

He took it all in calmly until the bishop finished his sermon and ended the Mass.

The bishop opened the door of the confessional next to him, and gentlemen and ladies lined up.

Klein opened his eyes, put on his top hat, picked up his cane and newspaper, stood up, and lined up in an orderly manner.

After more than twenty minutes, it was finally his turn.

He stepped inside and closed the door. Klein’s eyes became dark again.

"Child, what do you want to say?" The bishop's voice came from behind the wooden baffle.

Klein took out the "Special Operations Team 7" badge from his pocket and handed it to the bishop through the gap.

"Someone is following me. I want to find Dunn Smith." His tone became gentle, as if shrouded in darkness.

The bishop took the badge and said after a few seconds of silence:

"Go to the right from the door of the confessional. At the end, there is a secret door next to it. Someone will lead the way after you enter."

As he spoke, he pulled a rope in the room, allowing a priest to hear the sound of a bell ringing.

Klein took back his badge, took off his hat, pressed it to his chest, bowed slightly, then turned around and walked out.

After making sure that the feeling of being watched had not reappeared, he put on his black half-top hat again, picked up his cane without any unnecessary expression on his face, turned right, and walked to the arched altar.

He found the secret door on the side wall, opened it silently, and slipped in.

The secret door closed quietly, and a middle-aged man in a black priest's robe appeared in the light of the gas lamp and appeared in front of Klein's eyes.

"What's the matter?" the middle-aged pastor asked briefly.

Klein showed his badge and repeated what he had just said to the bishop.

The middle-aged pastor asked no more questions, turned around and walked forward in silence.

Klein nodded, stroked his hat, and followed the other person quietly with his black cane.

Roxanne said that to the left of the intersection leading to the Chanis Gate is the Church of St. Selena.

Note 1: Adapted from Chapter 24 of the Book of Job in the Old Testament.