In fact, I don’t know whether the notebook was destroyed or hidden... But I can infer the opposite. If it was to be destroyed, it could be done on the spot. There’s no need for me to take it away and then proceed... Hearing Leonard’s question, Klein instantly turned on the “Keyboard Detective” mode and said thoughtfully:

"Perhaps the unknown existence that Welch, Naya, and I touched enjoyed the 'sacrifice' of life and hoped to continue to have similar things. Therefore, when the 'suicide incident' was sure to be discovered, it allowed me to take the notes and hide them to prepare for the second 'enjoyment'. However, I don't know what went wrong during the process, and I didn't succeed in committing suicide in the end."

This was a reasonable guess that Klein made based on the materials, novels, movies, and TV series he had read in his previous life that involved evil sacrifices.

As for what went wrong in the process, he was very clear about it, that was the addition of the "variable" of himself as a time traveler.

"That's a good explanation, but I think there may be another possibility. Welch and Naya's suicide sacrifice made it possible for the unknown existence to come. The notebook carries or breeds evil. They let you take it away and hide it because they are worried that we will discover it and destroy it before it is 'born' and 'powerful'." Leonard Mitchell explained another possibility.

Having said this, he stared into Klein's eyes and smiled slightly:

"Of course, the notebook may have been destroyed in order to conceal its contents, to conceal the object that actually carried or bred the evil, which would be enough to explain your suicide attempt."

What do you mean? Are you doubting me? Are you doubting that the original owner's body carries or breeds evil? No, he carries or breeds the traverser... The word "breed" is okay... Klein was stunned, secretly complaining, and then he said carefully:

"I won't defend myself. After all, I really forgot that memory. But both the captain and Ms. Daly have confirmed that I have no other problems. Your joke is not funny."

"I'm just exploring this possibility. It's not ruled out that the unknown being encountered a blow when he came, so that you failed to commit suicide. We have to believe that the goddess always protects us." Leonard smiled and changed the subject. "What did you find this afternoon?"

After the conversation just now and the previous events, Klein became very wary of Leonard, but he remained calm on the surface and replied:

"No, I have to take a different route tomorrow afternoon."

He pointed to the partition and said:

"I have to go to the armory to get the bullets."

The "Shooting Club" will be open until nine o'clock in the evening, after all, many of its members have to get off work before they are free.

"May the goddess bless you." Leonard smiled and drew a circle on his chest that symbolized the crimson moon.

Watching Klein pass through the partition and listening to his footsteps as he walked down the stairs, the smile on Leonard's face gradually disappeared, and his green eyes were full of confusion.

He whispered something, sounding a little dissatisfied.

…………

After going down the stairs, Klein walked along the corridor quietly illuminated by gas lights and turned to the weapons, materials, and document library.

The iron door here was open, and a brown-haired girl named Luo Shan was standing in front of a long table, communicating with a middle-aged man with a thick black beard and a half-top hat.

"Afternoon, no, good evening. It always feels like midnight here. Klein, I heard from Old Neil that you became a Beyonder? What's your name? 'Fortune Teller'?" Luo Shan turned her head and asked quickly.

She did not hide her curiosity and concern.

Klein nodded with a smile:

"Good afternoon, Miss Roxanne. Although it is always dark here, it feels peaceful. Your description just now is not accurate enough. It should be said that the name of the sequence potion I took is 'Fortune Teller'."

"You still chose to become an Extraordinary..." Luo Shan sighed and fell silent for a moment.

Klein looked at the middle-aged man next to him and asked politely:

"Who is this?"

Another Nighthawk, or one of the other two civilians I haven't seen?

Luo Shan pursed her lips and said:

"Brett, our colleague, wants to swap shifts with me and keep the night after tomorrow free. He and his wife are going to the North Side Theater to watch The Pride to celebrate their fifteenth wedding anniversary. He is such a romantic gentleman."

Brett smiled and stretched out his hand:

"With Miss Roshan here, there's no need to repeat everything. Hello, Klein, I didn't expect you to become a Beyonder so quickly. I, huh, may never have the courage to do so."

“Ignorance is probably bliss.” Klein said self-deprecatingly and stretched out his hand to shake the other party’s.

“That’s not a bad thing.” Brett shook his head and smiled. “A Beyonder once told me before he died that I should never explore those strange and dangerous things. The less I know, the longer I will live.”

At this time, Luo Shan interrupted:

"Klein, you don't have to worry too much. I heard from Old Neil that your 'Fortune Teller' is an auxiliary and relatively safe one. As long as you don't try to communicate with unknown beings, why are you wearing such clothes? It's not gentlemanly at all! What are you doing here?"

"Get today's thirty rounds of ammunition." Klein did not answer Roxanne's previous question.

He believed that the girl would soon forget about it.

"Okay." Luo Shan pointed at the table and said, "Brett, I'll leave everything to you. You should know the location of the keys and bullets. Hey, old Neil is so stingy that he didn't even leave me the hand-ground coffee. He promised to let me drink enough today..."

While she was rambling, Klein received the bullet.

The two men left the underground together and parted on Zouteland Street. One took a public carriage home, and the other walked into the "Shooting Club".

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Holding the gun, raising his arm, shooting, swinging out the revolver, ejecting the shell, inserting the bullet... Klein repeated this process over and over again, getting familiar with and memorizing the feeling of shooting.

Of course, he took several breaks in between to summarize and make corrections.

After practice, Klein used the field to do a number of exercises like push-ups, working hard to exercise and improve his physical fitness.

When everything was over and he returned home in the trackless public carriage, he found that it was almost seven o'clock and it was already dark.

Just as Klein was about to go to the market or the street to buy ingredients for dinner, he found that the door was opened and Melissa came back with a bag of stationery and books.

In addition, she also carried a lot of vegetables.

"...I thought you and Benson would be back late today, so I took 1 soli from where you hid your money when I left this morning." Seeing her brother's puzzled look, Melissa explained seriously as usual.

"You've already taken the money, why don't you take the public carriage to school?" Klein was reminded and remembered what happened in the morning.

Melissa frowned slightly and said:

"Why do we have to take the public carriage? It costs 4 pence to get to school, which means 8 pence for a round trip. Including you and Benson, we have to spend 24 pence on the public carriage every day, which is 2 soli. For a week, well, not counting Sundays, it's 12 soli, which is roughly equal to our rent!"

Stop, stop, stop showing off your math skills... Klein pressed his hand down with amusement.

Melissa paused, then added:

"It's fine for me to walk to school. The teacher said everyone should exercise regularly, and I can also pick up some broken parts on the way."

Klein chuckled and said:

"Then let's do the math again. The omnibus fare is 12 soli, and the rent is 12 soli and 3 pence, which is only 1 pound 4 soli and 3 pence in total. Benson's salary can pay for it, and there is still a lot left. Well, he received last week's salary... and I can still get 1 pound 10 soli a week. Even if I eat meat every day, even if I take into account the cost of gas, coal, wood, seasonings, etc., and if I'm frugal with lunch, there is still some left. I can even subscribe to a morning newspaper, which is only 1 penny a day."

"After two months, when I have made up the advance salary, I can save money to buy new clothes for Benson and you."

"But, but, we have to consider the unexpected." Melissa insisted on her point of view.

Klein looked at her with a smile and said:

"Then we can eat less meat. Don't you think it's a waste of time to spend fifty, no, a hundred minutes on the road every day? We can use that time to read more books, think more about problems, and improve our grades."

"This way, Melissa, you will be able to graduate with honors and find a well-paid job. Then, what will you worry about?"

“…”

He used his previous experience in debating with people in forums and finally convinced Melissa to agree to take the public coach to school.

Phew, I finally fooled him. No, how can it be called fooling people? This is called convincing people with reason... Klein complained in his heart, took the vegetables that Melissa bought, and sighed:

"Remember to buy beef, mutton or chicken tomorrow...Eat well so you can have a healthy body and a smart brain to cope with the difficult study."

Just talking about it makes me want to drool...

Melissa pursed her lips and said in silence for a few seconds:

"OK."

…………

The next morning, after supervising Melissa to board the public carriage, Klein and Benson parted ways at the street corner and arrived at their respective companies.

As soon as Klein stepped through the door, he saw Old Neil and Roxanne chatting at the reception desk. The former was still wearing a classic black robe, not caring about other people's eyes at all, while the latter changed into a light yellow long skirt.

"Good morning, Mr. Neil, Miss Roxanne." Klein took off his hat and saluted.

Old Neil gave him a sly look:

"Good morning. Did you hear anything you shouldn't have heard last night?"

“No, I slept well.” Klein was also quite surprised by this.

He could only attribute it to the fact that his inspiration was not high enough...

"Haha, don't worry about it. It's not that easy to hear." Old Neil pointed at the partition and said, "Let's go to the armory and continue our 'occult course' this morning."

Klein nodded and followed Old Neil down the stairs, into the underground, to the armory, and replaced Brett, who was on duty last night.

"What do you need to learn today?" Klein asked curiously.

Old Neil hummed long and said:

“Complex, basic knowledge, but before that, let me teach you an interesting trick.”

He pointed to the silver chain wrapped around his wrist, with a pure white crystal dangling from the top of the chain.