The Antigonus family notebook is in the room opposite the kidnapper!

Although this was a coincidence, Klein believed that his feeling was not wrong.

He immediately turned over and got out of bed, taking off his old sleeping clothes in two or three moves.

He took the white shirt next to him, put it on, and quickly buttoned it from top to bottom.

One, two, three... He suddenly realized that there was a button "missing", and the left and right sides seemed a bit asymmetrical.

After a closer look, Klein realized that he had buttoned the wrong button from the beginning, causing the shirt to become twisted.

He shook his head helplessly, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, using some meditation techniques to regain a certain level of calm.

After putting on a white shirt and black trousers, he managed to put on the shoulder straps under his arms with a calm manner, took out the revolver hidden under the soft pillow and placed it inside.

Without bothering to tie his bow, he put on his formal suit and walked to the door with his hat in one hand and his cane in the other.

After putting on his half-high silk hat, Klein gently turned the handle, opened the door, and walked into the corridor.

Carefully closing the bedroom door, he went down the stairs almost silently like a thief, and left two lines of words using the pen and paper in the living room, saying that he forgot to tell the company last night that he had something going on and needed to arrive early today.

After walking out of the door, Klein immediately felt a refreshing breeze, and his entire body became calm.

The street in front of him was dark and quiet, with no pedestrians, only the light of gas street lamps shining quietly.

Klein took out his pocket watch from his inner pocket, clicked it open and saw that it was just six o'clock. The crimson moonlight had not yet completely faded, but there was already a hint of brightness on the horizon.

He was about to look for an expensive horse-drawn carriage to hire when he suddenly saw a two-horse four-wheeled trackless public carriage coming towards him.

"Is there a public carriage so early?" Klein was slightly surprised. He walked over and waved to stop it.

"Good morning, sir." The coachman stopped the horses skillfully.

The staff member in charge of collecting fees next to him covered his mouth with his hand and yawned.

“Go to Zouteland Street.” Klein said as he took out two pennies and four half pennies from his trouser pocket.

"Four pence." The cashier answered without hesitation.

After handing over the fare, Klein boarded the carriage, only to find it completely empty. There were no other passengers, and the carriage looked obviously deserted in the dim light.

"You are the first one." The driver said with a smile.

The two brown horses started to move forward relatively briskly.

"To be honest, I didn't expect there would be a public carriage so early." Klein sat closer to the driver and answered casually to distract himself and relieve the tension in his heart.

The driver laughed at himself:

"I work from six to nine every night, but I only earn £1 a week."

"No time to rest?" Klein asked in surprise.

"We take turns to have one day off every week." The coachman's tone became serious.

The toll collector next to him added:

"We are responsible for the work from 6am to 11am, then we go to lunch, take a siesta, and then replace our colleagues after dinner, which is 6pm... Even if we don't need to rest, we still need two horses."

"It wasn't like this before. It's only since some coachmen were too tired and made mistakes that caused the horses to lose control and the carriages to overturn that this rotation has been implemented... How could those vampires suddenly become kind!" The coachman sneered.

In the morning light, the public carriage drove towards Zouteland Street, and only seven or eight passengers got on along the way.

After Klein relaxed a little, he stopped talking, closed his eyes, and reviewed yesterday's experience frame by frame to see if there was anything he had missed.

When the sun had risen completely and the sky was truly bright, the public carriage arrived at Zouteland Street.

Klein held his hat with his left hand and jumped out of the carriage.

He quickly entered No. 36 Zouteland Street and walked up the stairs to the outside of the Blackthorn Security Company.

At this time, the gate was closed and had not yet been opened.

Klein took the keychain from his waist, found the corresponding brass-colored object, inserted it into the hole, and twisted it with a "click".

He pushed the door forward and let it slowly open. He saw Leonard Mitchell, a man with black hair and green eyes, sniffing the latest popular cigarettes.

"Actually, I prefer cigars... You look anxious?" the poetic night watchman asked in a relaxed manner.

“Where’s the captain?” Klein asked instead of answering.

Leonard pointed to the partition:

"In his office. As a 'sleepless person' who has been promoted to a higher level, he only needs to rest for two hours during the day. I think those factory owners and bankers must like this potion the most."

Klein nodded and quickly walked through the partition. He saw Dunn Smith had opened the office door and was standing at the entrance.

"What's the matter?" He was wearing a black windbreaker and holding a gold-inlaid cane, with a calm and serious expression.

"I have a feeling that I've seen it somewhere before. It should be that notebook, the notebook of the Antigonus family." Klein tried his best to control himself and make his answer clear and organized.

"Where?" Dunn Smith's expression did not change significantly.

But Klein's inspiration told him that the other party seemed to have an obvious, invisible fluctuation. This might be a flash of spirit or a change of emotion.

"It was right where Leonard and I rescued the hostages yesterday, opposite the kidnapper's room. I didn't notice it at the time until I had a dream and got the revelation." Klein didn't hide anything.

"It seems that I missed a very big credit yesterday." Leonard, who walked to the partition at some point, chuckled.

Dunn nodded slightly and said solemnly:

"Let Conley replace Old Neil in guarding the armory, and let Old Neil and Fry go with us."

Leonard stopped acting frivolous and immediately informed Cohen and Frye in the Night Watchers' entertainment room, one of them was the "Sleepless Man" and the other was the "Corpse Collector".

Five minutes later, the two-wheeled carriage belonging to the Nighthawks team started galloping quickly in the early morning when there were not many pedestrians.

Leonard, wearing a felt hat, shirt and vest, acted as a makeshift coachman, occasionally cracking the whip in the air, making it make a crisp sound.

Inside the carriage, Klein and Old Neil sat on the same side, opposite Dunn Smith and Frye.

The skin of this "corpse collector" was so white that it looked like he had not been exposed to the sun for a long time, or he was severely ischemic. He was probably in his thirties, with black hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and very thin lips. His temperament was cold and gloomy, and there seemed to be a faint smell left by years of touching corpses.

"Tell me the details again." Dunn straightened the collar of his black windbreaker.

Klein stroked the yellow crystal pendant hidden by his sleeves and talked about the moment he accepted the commission and all the way to his dream. Old Neil beside him chuckled and said,

"You and the Antigonus family's notebook seem to have some kind of fateful bond, and you can meet like this."

Yes, this is too much of a coincidence! If Leonard hadn't just mentioned that the preliminary interrogation results of Elliot's kidnapping case showed that there was no hidden or mysterious force behind it, and it was just a case of taking risks for money, I would have suspected that someone had deliberately arranged it... Klein was also quite surprised by this.

What a coincidence!

Dunn did not comment, as if he was deep in thought. Frye, the "corpse collector" who was also wearing a black windbreaker, remained silent.

The silence was broken only when the carriage stopped and the building Klein mentioned appeared outside the window.

"Let's go up, Klein. You and Old Neil walk at the back. Be careful. Be careful." Dunn got off the carriage and pulled out a strange revolver with a barrel that was obviously longer and thicker from his arms and stuffed it into his right pocket.

“Okay.” Klein didn’t dare to rush in front.

After Leonard found someone to guard the carriage, a group of five Beyonders entered the staircase in an orderly manner and walked lightly to the third floor.

"Is this the place?" Leonard pointed to the room opposite the kidnappers.

Klein tapped his brows twice and activated his spiritual vision.

In this state, his inspiration was further enhanced. He felt that the door seemed familiar and he seemed to have entered it before.

"Yes." He nodded affirmatively.

Old Neil also activated his spiritual vision, observed carefully and said:

"There's no one inside, and no magical aura."

Frye, the corpse collector, added hoarsely:

"There are no evil spirits."

He can see many spirits, including evil spirits and resentful spirits, without opening his clairvoyance.

Leonard stepped forward and punched the door lock, just like he did yesterday.

This time, not only did the surrounding wooden boards shatter, but even the door lock flew off and fell to the ground with a clang.

Klein felt that some kind of invisible seal disappeared instantly, and then he smelled a strong stench.

"Corpses, rotten corpses." Frye, the "corpse collector," stated coldly.

He showed no signs of nausea.

Dunn stretched out his right hand wearing a black glove and slowly pushed open the door. The first thing that came into everyone's sight was a fireplace. In the early July weather, there was an abnormal heat inside.

In front of the fireplace, there was a rocking chair, and an old woman in a black and white dress was sitting on it with her head lowered.

She had grown abnormally large, her skin was dark green, and swollen to a shiny state, as if she would burst open if poked at random, emitting a rotten stench, while maggots or parasites were crawling in and out of her flesh and blood, in her clothes and in her folds. In her spiritual vision, they were like points of light, surrounding a mass of extinguished "darkness".

Snap, snap.

The old woman's two eyeballs fell off and fell to the ground, rolling a few times and leaving several yellow-brown marks.

Klein felt nauseous and could no longer resist the stench. He bent over and vomited.