After taking the steam subway to the south bank of the Tussock River, Klein hired a horse-drawn carriage and headed to the Oxton Cemetery on the outskirts of the South District, which was managed by the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.

In the dim evening, the trees surrounding the cemetery bared their fangs and claws, blocking the light, like monsters lurking in the darkness.

After the driver accepted the 4 soli fee from Klein, he glanced at the cemetery and muttered, “

"Do I need to wait for you here?"

"No, no need. I'm here to visit a friend." Klein made up an excuse and immediately noticed that the driver's expression suddenly changed.

This is a cemetery... Visiting a friend... It is already dark... The driver can hear the thumping of his own heart.

Klein came back to his senses and added with a smile:

“He is the gravekeeper here.”

The driver breathed a sigh of relief, but did not dare to stay any longer. He hurriedly drove the horses away.

Klein walked around the cemetery for most of the way until night fell.

After dark, the emission of smoke and dust decreased a lot, and coupled with the biting cold wind, the fog in the air became much thinner. Although there were still few stars visible, the crimson moon was faintly visible, covering the ground with a veil-like glow.

Klein tapped his chest four times clockwise to draw a crimson moon. He then put on his gloves, pushed and climbed over the iron fence and entered the cemetery.

He looked around with high alert, found a secluded corner at random, took out the Azik copper whistle, and held it in his palm.

Not far in front of him, there was a tombstone. The photo on it was already dirty, and the epitaph was also very blurry under the moonlight. Klein carefully identified it for a few seconds before he figured out what was written:

"Friends passing by, please give me a hand, thank you!"

A very humorous gentleman... it's you! Klein stopped and leaned against a nearby tree that shielded the tomb from the sun and rain. He waited patiently in the cold and chilly night.

He threw the Azik copper whistle high, caught it steadily, threw it high again, and caught it again, passing the time like this until twenty minutes later.

There are no signs of corpse transformation... Klein snapped his pocket watch shut, looked around, and confirmed the result.

“Come back here in two days to see if there are any additional changes. If there are none, it means that Mr. Azik’s copper whistle cannot affect the bodies that have undergone the requiem ceremony of the priests.” Klein muttered to himself silently and put the ancient and exquisite copper whistle back into his pocket.

In the Kingdom of Loen, burials are generally divided into three types. The first type is a coffin with a corpse, which is suitable for the middle and upper classes with a relatively affluent life. The second type is no corpse, and the ashes are directly cremated and buried in an urn. This is the choice of the lower middle class and technical workers who can afford the cremation fee but think that coffins are too wasteful. However, sometimes, there are religious and government factors. For example, the believers of the Eternal Sun are mostly cremated, and the poor who receive government help are all cremated for a small fee.

The third type belongs only to the poor, who can neither afford a coffin nor want to be cremated, so they just wrap themselves in something and bury them.

Klein had just determined from the shape of the tombstone and the tomb that the subject of his experiment was a type with a coffin and a corpse.

If Azik's copper whistle could really turn the target into a corpse, even if the target might have already rotted into bones, it would not be without any reaction. Even if it could not open the coffin lid that was covered with thick soil and stone slabs, it could at least create a dull sound of "dong dong dong".

As he walked towards the fence, Klein suddenly thought of an imprecise part of the experiment.

"Well, we have to sort it out. This is a body that has been buried for a long time, and we have to find a target that has just been buried."

“Only in this way can we make the most accurate judgment.”

Afterwards, Klein and the gravekeeper found the secret treasure and found a grave where the burial ceremony was completed during the day.

This time, he waited for half an hour and still found nothing unusual.

"Huh, it can be basically determined that Mr. Azik's copper whistle cannot affect corpses that have undergone the requiem ritual. This is a bit weak. No, that's not right. This copper whistle itself is not used to cause corpse transformation. Its function is to summon messengers. Affecting corpses is a negative effect!" Klein tightened his double-breasted long coat and walked towards the iron fence.

He planned to go home, change clothes, and conduct a second set of experiments.

The second group's targets were corpses that had died not long ago and had not undergone any requiem rites.

Such targets often exist in hospital morgues!

After climbing over the fence, Klein walked back toward the South District step by step in the bleak and dark night. The surroundings were dead silent and peaceful, with only the evergreen trees covered in dust swaying gently.

This reminded him of the night when he came back to life, when he also walked from the cemetery to the city.

Sigh... Klein sighed and suddenly started running, as if he wanted to get rid of that melancholy.

More than half an hour later, he hired a horse-drawn carriage in the South District and headed for the nearest steam train station.

There is still about an hour before the steam subway stops running, which will save him a lot of money.

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In the early hours of the morning, Klein changed into a gray-blue worker's uniform, put on a peaked cap, and traveled far to St. Estin Hospital in the Backlund Bridge area.

This is a charity hospital belonging to the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.

Many poor people from the lower class died of illness here, and as their families had nowhere to place their bodies, they had to be stored in the hospital morgue, waiting for the government to cremate them or donate them to medical schools. This phenomenon was particularly common in the summer, but not so common in the autumn and winter when things got cooler.

However, in an era without air conditioning and cryogenic equipment, the hospital morgue would not keep corpses for too long. Those willing to be donated would be quickly embalmed, and those to be buried would be cleared out the next day. Of course, this was the rule in the summer, and the rules were relatively relaxed in the autumn and winter. Therefore, during this period, there were still many corpses staying overnight in the morgue every night.

The morgue of St. Estin Hospital is on the underground floor. It is quite cool even in summer, and it is extremely cold in autumn and winter.

Based on what he learned from the Nighthawks and relying on the Joker's agility and balance, Klein sneaked in expertly, avoiding the doctors and nurses on duty and entered the underground floor.

Before he even approached the morgue, he could already feel the surrounding area was cold and eerie.

After quickly passing the janitor's room, Klein took out a piece of wire and easily unlocked the door of the morgue.

This is one of the techniques of stealth and tracking!

He slowly and silently pushed open the door of the morgue with his black-gloved right palm. At the same time, he extended his spirituality and wrapped around the Azik copper whistle, trying to confirm whether this method could eliminate the negative impact.

The temperature in the morgue seemed to be even lower than that in the corridor. Most of the dead here were packed in body bags and placed in different iron cabinets around. Only a small number were placed on a long table in the central open space, as if waiting for inspection.

As a Sequence 8 Joker, Klein no longer had much fear of such scenes, but he instinctively felt uncomfortable.

He remained cautious, closed the door carefully, and walked around the long tables again and again.

After more than ten minutes, Klein exhaled cold air and confirmed that there was no abnormality in the corpse.

Almost there… He took out his gold-cased pocket watch, opened it and took a look.

After making preparations, Klein withdrew his spirituality and no longer used it to wrap the Azik copper whistle.

He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt that the surroundings had become even quieter.

As a fortune teller, he fully believed in his own consciousness, stopped walking back and forth, and retreated to the vicinity of the gate.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Klein thought it was about two minutes.

At this moment, a corpse on the long table suddenly sat up!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was a burst of clapping sounds coming from the surrounding iron cabinets, as if something was about to hatch!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Klein listened to the noise and looked at the corpses sitting up. He suddenly spoke in a low voice:

"Scarlet!"

Then, he infused his spirituality into the "Queen's Charm" and threw it out.

The ice-blue flame burned quietly, and a peaceful and soft black color spread. The corpses lay down again, and the clapping sounds coming from the iron cabinet stopped abruptly.

Klein, who had experienced similar scenes, did not relax and used a "Requiem Charm" again.

As there were so many corpses here, he used a third one just to be on the safe side, and used up all his stock.

"That's right... It really only affects corpses that have not undergone the requiem ceremony and have just died, including zombies. Using spiritual coverage can block this effect." Klein thought with a smile on his face.

Seeing that the corpse had no more abnormal reactions, he prepared to open the door and leave.

At this moment, he suddenly heard footsteps outside and saw a faint light seeping in.

The old gatekeeper was attracted by the banging sounds in the morgue and came closer with a lantern in his hand!

Klein looked around, put his hand on the door, and flexibly jumped and climbed, stopping at the gap between the door and the ceiling.

He maintained a very good balance as his fingers dug into the ridges and crevices.

squeak!

The old gatekeeper opened the door with the key and entered the morgue.

He walked forward a few steps, raised the lantern, examined the iron cabinet and the long table, and examined the corpses.

Behind him, Klein jumped down lightly and landed silently.

Seizing the opportunity, Klein quickly fled the morgue, hiding in the janitor's small room for a few seconds before carefully returning to the upper floor.

The old gatekeeper checked and found nothing unusual. He muttered something a little afraid of the corpse, left quickly, locked the door, and did not stay any longer.

Back in the guard room, he wrapped himself in a thin blanket and took several minutes to calm his rapid heartbeat. He murmured to himself:

"Those old guys always told me about the anomalies that happened in the morgue, trying to scare me. The strange noise just now should be one of them. It's nothing serious, and those corpses didn't come back to life!"

"Pah, there are no such things as zombies and vengeful spirits!"

At the same time, Klein was walking comfortably on the quiet and deep street, happy for having solved a hidden danger.

He looked at the elegant gas street lamps on both sides and was looking forward to the Extraordinary gathering later.

As long as he can get a weapon with special effects, he can obtain one of the main materials of "Magician"!

Well... Although I don't have much money at the moment, I still have a lot of assets that can be used for exchange, such as the formula of the "Mind Reader" potion, such as the formula of the "Singer" and the "Light Prayer". The digestion progress of my "Clown" potion is much faster than expected due to consecutive events and the performance that has comprehended the essence. It is almost completed... On the streets of Backlund in the night, Klein's thoughts were scattered endlessly.