Leonard's singing was like a lullaby, echoing faintly between the doors on the left and right, and echoing in the winding wooden staircase.

Klein's mind suddenly became dazed, and he seemed to see the quiet moonlight and the peaceful and tranquil lake.

His eyelids quickly grew heavy, as if he could fall asleep while standing.

In this blurred state of consciousness, he felt the invisible, strange, and indifferent gaze from behind, as if he was wandering in the spirit world.

An inexplicable sense of déjà vu arose, and Klein suddenly regained his senses. Relying on his own powerful inspiration and extremely familiar meditation, he barely got rid of the influence of the "Midnight Poem".

But he remained calm physically and mentally, and it was difficult for him to have any other emotions.

Soon, Leonard stopped singing, tilted his head and smiled:

"I'm thinking of applying for a Feneport. How can I sing without accompaniment?"

"Haha, just kidding, I heard they all fell asleep."

The black-haired, green-eyed, poetic member of the Nighthawks team walked up to the door of the room where the kidnappers and the hostages were.

He suddenly swung his shoulders, punched out, and hit the door lock.

Crack!

The wooden board around the door lock broke, and the sound was very faint.

"This requires precise control." Leonard said with a smile as he reached his hand into the hole and opened the door.

Klein, who had regained consciousness, was not as confident as him. He reached into his armpit, pulled out the pistol, and adjusted the cylinder to ensure that it could be fired immediately.

As the door moved back, he saw a man sleeping on the table with a pistol at his feet, and a man rubbing his eyes in confusion and trying to stand up.

Push!

Leonard slid closer and knocked out the robber who was about to wake up.

Klein was about to follow in when he suddenly seemed to sense something and turned around abruptly, facing the stairs.

Tap, tap, tap, the footsteps gradually became clearer from the bottom to the top. A man in a brown coat and no hat, holding a paper bag of bread, walked around the corner of the stairs and headed towards the third floor.

Suddenly, he paused and saw the metallic muzzle of the gun looking down at him.

His pupils reflected a young man wearing a half-high silk top hat, a black suit and a bow tie of the same color, his cane leaning against the railing, and the dangerous revolver.

“Stop all your movements and raise your hands. Three, two…” Klein said in a low and soothing voice.

He held the revolver with both hands, trying to use the other man as a practice target.

In the tense atmosphere, the man in the brown coat threw away the bag of bread and slowly raised his hands.

"Sir, did you misunderstand something?" He stared at Klein's finger on the trigger and forced a slight smile.

Klein couldn't tell whether he was a fellow kidnapper or a neighbor next door, but he didn't show any abnormality on the surface. He said in a deep voice:

"Don't try to struggle. Someone will come to determine if this is a misunderstanding."

At this time, Leonard, who had dealt with the kidnappers in the house, came out, glanced at the man at the corner of the stairs, and said leisurely:

"So the kidnapper has a companion who is responsible for meeting people and buying food?"

Hearing this, the man in the brown coat's pupils shrank. He suddenly kicked up the bag of bread in front of him, trying to block Klein's sight.

Klein seemed unaffected, and pulled the trigger calmly, just like he was practicing.

Bang!

A pool of blood spurted out from the man's left shoulder.

He rolled over and was about to escape to the second floor, but Leonard had already reached out to hold the railing and jumped down.

With a muffled thud, Leonard fell from the sky and landed on the man.

The man fainted. Leonard patted the blood stains on his face, looked up at Klein, and laughed:

"Not bad for shooting."

I was thinking of hitting his legs... The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly, and he smelled a faint scent of blood.

He found that after taking the "Fortune Teller" potion, although his vision, hearing and sense of touch were not improved, he could still "see" blocked objects and "hear" faint footsteps, so as to make judgments in advance.

Is this considered "inspiration"? Klein nodded thoughtfully, watching Leonard search the kidnapper's body for a sharp dagger and "drag" him into the room.

With a gun in one hand and a cane in the other, Klein walked into the kidnapper's room and saw Elliot Vickrol awakened by the gunshot. His body straightened from curled up and he slowly sat up.

Leonard tied up the three kidnappers tightly with the ropes he had used to deal with Elliot, strung them together and threw them into a corner - if there were not enough, he tore their clothes to make up for it.

The man who was shot in the shoulder was unconscious and receiving bandages, but Leonard disliked the dirtiness and did not help him remove the bullet.

"You, who are you?" Elliot stuttered with surprise when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Yes, you guessed it right. Very accurate." Leonard answered casually while squatting.

I didn't expect this guy to have a sense of humor... Klein lowered his revolver, looked at Elliot and said:

"We are the mercenaries hired by your father. You can also call us security personnel."

"Huh, really? Am I rescued?" Elliot asked with joy but not daring to move.

It was obvious that he had suffered a lot in the short hours from the time he was kidnapped to now, and he had lost the impetuousness that he should have at his age.

Leonard stood up and said to Klein:

"Go downstairs and find the patrol police and ask them to notify the tobacconist. I don't want to go out with a child and these four guys like a kidnapper."

Klein, who was thinking about how to deal with the follow-up, nodded, put away his revolver, picked up his cane, and walked towards the stairs.

As he walked down the stairs, he felt vaguely that he had forgotten something, and heard Leonard say to Elliot:

"Don't be nervous. You will be able to meet your father, mother and old butler Keli soon. How about we play a game of Gwent?"

…

Klein suppressed his smile and walked out into the street. Following the directions of passersby, he found two patrolling policemen.

He did not use the badge and credentials of the "Special Operations Department", but instead narrated the entire story in the name of a professional security officer.

As for the issue of carrying weapons, he was not worried at all because he had just obtained the "Certificate for the Use of All Categories of Weapons" the day before yesterday - the application was made through internal channels and the approval would be very fast.

The two policemen looked at each other, and one of them went to notify the helpers and the Vickrol family, while the other followed Klein back to the room where the kidnappers were.

After waiting for more than forty minutes, Leonard took advantage of the police's inattention and signaled to Klein to follow him out of the room.

"Believe me, going to the police station is a waste of time. Let's leave first." The night watchman with a poetic temperament explained with a relaxed look.

Klein followed behind without any rebuttal, believing that there would always be someone taller to hold up the sky.

Nearly five minutes later, several horse-drawn carriages rushed to the building where the kidnappers were, and the old butler Kerry accompanied his fat master Vicrol down.

Until this time, he was still in confusion, unable to believe that the good news came so quickly, as if it was a dream.

Suddenly, he heard a crisp sound and subconsciously turned his head to look over:

A two-wheeled carriage drove by with its windows open, and Leonard, with black hair and green eyes, snapped his fingers again.

After passing the Vickrol family's carriage, Leonard closed the window, turned around, and looked at Klein.

He smiled and raised his right hand and said:

“It’s a pleasure to work with you!”

We don’t seem to be familiar with each other… Klein high-fived the other party out of courtesy.

He had not expected that the kidnapping case could be solved so quickly. He could only sigh inwardly that the Beyonders were indeed Beyonders. Even a half-baked Sequence 9 like himself could do many incredible things.

"This is the gesture of the nobles to express their celebration after fencing," Leonard explained with a smile.

"I know." Klein has many aristocratic classmates.

He looked out the window, frowned slightly and said:

"Shouldn't we check with Mr. Culley? If he thinks it was the police who rescued Elliot, our reward will be reduced by half."

A full 100 pounds!

As for providing the whereabouts of the kidnappers, there will be no doubt because of the "meeting" just now.

"Don't worry about it. Money is not that important in our lives." Leonard spread his hands and smiled.

...It is very important to me! Klein forced out a polite smile and said:

“Many poets died young because of poverty.”

Leonard laughed:

"I believe Elliot would not lie about this matter. I can see that he still has some innocence left. However, even if you get the 200 pounds reward, you won't get much."

"How much can I get?" Klein asked immediately.

"According to the unwritten rules, half of the reward should be given to Mrs. Aureliana as additional funds for the team, and the rest will be divided equally among the participating members. Unfortunately, you are not an official member, so you can only get about 10%."

10 pounds? Not bad... Klein pretended not to feel bad and asked:

"Aren't you worried that the kidnapper will realize that he has been affected by extraordinary power after waking up?"

"They won't doubt it. They will just think that the weather is too good, too suitable for sleeping, so they can't help but fall down. They will even believe that chanting only exists in dreams. We have verified this." Leonard answered very confidently. "But your demon hunting bullet will make people feel strange. Of course, a weirdo who likes the occult is a very reasonable explanation."

“Yeah.” Klein put aside his worries and felt that he had forgotten, or rather overlooked, something.

…………

After returning to Zouteland Street, Klein did not wait for Klee to arrive. He walked to Welch's residence, changed his route home, and bought beef, cabbage, and other ingredients for dinner.

It was still a pleasant dinner, and the three siblings were still chatting leisurely while studying, but there was one more visitor knocking on the door.

He was the man who had come to take all the pennies from the gas meter.

As the night deepened, the three siblings said goodnight to each other and went back to their rooms.

Klein was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly awakened by a rustling sound outside. Confused, he opened the door and came to the uninhabited bedroom.

Pushing open the mottled door, Klein saw a gray table.

On the table lay a notebook, its cover made of stiff paper, stained completely black.

An inexplicable sense of déjà vu emerged in his mind. Klein walked over and opened the notebook.

There was a picture on the opened page. It was a "fool" wearing gorgeous clothes and a gorgeous headdress!

Below the word "Fool", there is a line of Hermetic words written:

"Everyone will die, including me."

Klein was startled, and suddenly found that the corner of The Fool's mouth was curled up!

call!

He sat up suddenly, saw the crimson moonlight shining through the curtains, saw the bookshelf and desk, saw the outline of his own bedroom, and realized that he had a nightmare.

As a "fortune teller", he knew what dreams always revealed, so he carefully reviewed them.

As he recalled, Klein froze for a moment, because he knew what he had overlooked today!

While immersed in Leonard's singing, he was being watched invisibly and indifferently from behind.

This kind of gaze is different from the experience of normal meditation and using clairvoyance, giving you a sense of déjà vu!

According to Captain Dunn, once a similar feeling occurs, it often means...

Klein sat up straight and confirmed his feelings:

Yes, it is that notebook! The notebook of the Antigonus family!