The notes of the Ben Antigonus family are in the room opposite the kidnappers!
Although this is a coincidence, Klein believes that his feelings are not wrong.
He immediately turned over and left the bed without waking Melissa up, and took off the old clothes he wore when he was sleeping in two or three times.
He took the white shirt next to him, put it on his body, and quickly pressed the buttons from top to bottom.
One, two, three... He suddenly realized that there was a missing button, and the left and right sides seemed to be not very symmetrical.
After a closer look, Klein realized that he had been right and wrong from the beginning, making his shirt twist.
He shook his head helplessly, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled it, using some meditation techniques to restore himself to a certain degree of calmness.
After wearing a white shirt and black trousers, he barely put his underarm straps calmly, took out the revolver hidden under the soft pillow and placed it inside.
He didn't bother to tie his bow tie, so he put on his formal clothes, walked to the door with a hat in one hand and a staff in the other.
Wearing a half-height silk top hat, Klein gently twisted the handle, opened the door, and entered the corridor.
Carefully closing the wooden door of the bedroom, he went down the stairs almost silently like a thief, leaving two lines of words with the pen and paper in the living room, indicating that he forgot to say that the company had something to do last night and needed to arrive early today.
Walking out of the door, Klein suddenly felt a refreshing cool breeze and calmed down.
The street in front of him was dim and silent, with no pedestrians, only the light of the gas street lights shining quietly.
Klein took out the pocket watch from his inner pocket and pressed it open. He found that it was just six o'clock that the crimson moonlight had not completely faded, but there was a hint of translucent in the sky.
He was planning to find an expensive taxi cart to hire when he suddenly saw a trackless public cart with two horses and four wheels coming.
Is there a public carriage so early?Klein was a little surprised, and went up to him and waved to stop.
Good morning, sir.The coachman skillfully stopped the horse.
The staff member in charge of charging next to him covered his mouth with his hands and yawned.
Go to Zotland Street.Klein said as he pulled out two 1p and four and a half pence from his pocket.
4p.The staff responsible for the charges answered without hesitation.
After handing over the fare, Klein got on the carriage and saw that it was empty inside and there were no other guests, which showed obvious desertification in the darkness.
You are the first.The coachman said with a smile.
The two brown horses took steps and moved forward relatively lightly.
To be honest, I didn't expect there would be a public carriage so early.Klein sat near the coachman and answered casually to distract himself and relieve his inner tension.
The coachman said to himself:
It’s six o’clock every day to nine o’clock, but my weekly salary is only 1 pound.
No time to rest?Klein asked in surprise.
Rotate a day off every week.The coachman's tone became heavy.
The toll collector next to him added:
We are responsible for going from 6 am to 11 noon, then going to lunch, going to lunch break, and after dinner, it is six o'clock, then replacing colleagues... Even if we don't have to rest, two horses will need it.
This was not the case before. Since some coachmen were too tired and made undue mistakes, causing the horse to lose control and the carriage to overturn, this kind of rotation has occurred... How could those group of vampires suddenly become kind!The coachman sneered.
In the morning light, the bus drove towards Zotland Street, with only seven or eight passengers on the way.
After Klein relieved his tension a little, he stopped talking, closed his eyes, and flashed back his experiences one by one to see if there were any other omissions.
When the sun was fully raised and the sky was really bright, the public carriage arrived at Zotland Street.
Klein pressed his hat with his left hand and jumped out of the carriage.
He quickly entered 36 Zotland Street and followed the stairs to the outside of Black Thorn Security.
At this time, the door is closed and has not been opened yet.
Klein took off the keychain from his waist, found the corresponding thing of the brass color, stuffed it into the hole, and twisted it with a click.
He pushed forward, letting the door slowly open, and saw Leonard Mitchell, with black hair and green eyes, sniffing the recently popular cigarette.
Actually, I prefer cigars…you look anxious?The poet-like night watchman asked with ease and comfort.
Where is the captain?Klein asked without answering a question.
Leonard pointed at the partition:
In his office.As an extraordinary person who has been promoted to the 'sleepless person', 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, quickly walked through the partition and saw Dunn Smith had opened the office door and stood at the entrance.
What's wrong?He was wearing a black windbreaker and carrying a cane inlaid with gold, with a calm and serious expression.
I had that feeling of ‘seeing to have seen it somewhere’, probably that note, the notes of the Antigonus family.Klein tried his best to control himself so that the answers seemed organized.
Where?Dunn Smith's face did not change significantly.
But Klein's inspiration told him that the other party seemed to have a clear, invisible fluctuation, which may be a spiritual shining or an emotional change.
Just yesterday, where Leonard and I rescued the hostages, opposite the kidnapper's room, I didn't notice it at that time until I had a dream and gained enlightenment.Klein did not hide anything.
It seems that I missed a very big credit yesterday.Leonard, who had walked to the partition at some point, chuckled.
Dunn nodded slightly and ordered with a solemn expression:
Let Cohenley go and replace Old Neil to guard the arsenal, let Old Neil and Fry go with us.
Leonard no longer acted frivolously and immediately informed Cohenli and Fry in the night watch entertainment room, one of whom was the sleepless person and the other was the corpse collector.
Five minutes later, the two-wheeled carriage belonging to the Night Staff Team ran quickly, in the early morning when there were not many pedestrians.
Leonard wore a felt hat, shirt and vest, and acted as a coachman temporarily, wigging his whip out of thin air from time to time to make it sound crisp.
Inside the car, Klein and Old Neal sat on the same side, opposite Dunn Smith and Fry.
The corpse collector has fair skin that seems to have not been sunny for a long time or is severely ischemia. He is about thirty years old, with black hair and blue eyes, a high nose bridge, a thin lips, and a cold and dark temperament, as if he has some of the faint smell left by touching the corpse all year round.
You will say it in detail.Dunn took care of the collar of his black windbreaker.
Klein stroked the citrine pendant covered by his sleeves, and began to talk about the dream from the beginning of accepting the commission. Old Neil next to him laughed:
You seem to have some kind of fateful bond between the notes of the Ben Antigonus family, and you can meet them in this way.
It's Ah, it's a coincidence!
If Leonard hadn't mentioned just now that the preliminary interrogation results of Elliot's kidnapping showed that there was no hidden forces or mysterious forces manipulation, but just a case where they took risks simply for money, I would have suspected that someone had deliberately arranged it... Klein was quite surprised by this.
Too coincidence!
Dunn did not express his opinion, as if he was thinking about something. Fry, the corpse collector, also wearing a black windbreaker, maintained his unchanged silence.
This condensation was broken until the carriage stopped and the building that Klein mentioned appeared outside the window.
Let's go up, Klein, you and Old Neil are at the end, be careful, have to be careful.Dunn got out of the carriage, took out a strange revolver with a obviously long and thick barrel from his arms, and stuffed it into his right pocket.
OKKlein dared not be in the forefront.
After Leonard found someone to guard the carriage, a group of five extraordinary people entered the stairs in an orderly manner, and walked to the third floor with a very light pace.
It's here?Leonard pointed to the room opposite the kidnappers.
Klein tapped his eyebrows twice and turned on his spiritual vision.
In this state, his inspiration has improved again. He felt that the door seemed familiar and he seemed to have entered it.
right.He must have nodded.
Old Neil also turned on his spiritual vision, and after careful observation, he said:
There is no one inside, nor the magical aura.
The corpse collector Fry added hoarsely:
No evil spirits.
He could see many spirit bodies, including evil spirits and resentful souls, without turning on his spiritual vision.
Leonard stepped forward, and punched the door lock like yesterday.
This time, not only the surrounding wooden boards were broken, but even the door locks bounced and landed on the ground.
Klein felt that some invisible seal disappeared in an instant, and immediately afterwards, he smelled a strong stench.
Corpse, rotten corpse.Fry stated coldly.
He didn't show any nausea at all.
Dunn stretched out his right hand wearing black gloves and slowly pushed open the door. The first thing that caught everyone's eyes was a fireplace, which was filled with abnormal sultry heat in the early July weather.
In front of the fireplace, there was a rocking chair, and an old woman in a black and white dress sat on it with her head hanging down.
Her whole body became much bigger abnormally, and her skin was dark and green, swelling to the point of shinyness. It seemed that as long as she poked it casually, it would burst out and spew out the stinky smell. Maggots or parasites were among the flesh and blood, rotten liquid, crawling in and out of the spiritual vision, like spots of light, surrounded by a mass of extinguished darkness.
Bang, bang.
The old woman's two eyes fell off and fell to the ground. She rolled around for a few times, leaving behind a few traces of yellow-brown.
Klein felt nauseous and could no longer control the stench, so he bowed and vomited.
Although this is a coincidence, Klein believes that his feelings are not wrong.
He immediately turned over and left the bed without waking Melissa up, and took off the old clothes he wore when he was sleeping in two or three times.
He took the white shirt next to him, put it on his body, and quickly pressed the buttons from top to bottom.
One, two, three... He suddenly realized that there was a missing button, and the left and right sides seemed to be not very symmetrical.
After a closer look, Klein realized that he had been right and wrong from the beginning, making his shirt twist.
He shook his head helplessly, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled it, using some meditation techniques to restore himself to a certain degree of calmness.
After wearing a white shirt and black trousers, he barely put his underarm straps calmly, took out the revolver hidden under the soft pillow and placed it inside.
He didn't bother to tie his bow tie, so he put on his formal clothes, walked to the door with a hat in one hand and a staff in the other.
Wearing a half-height silk top hat, Klein gently twisted the handle, opened the door, and entered the corridor.
Carefully closing the wooden door of the bedroom, he went down the stairs almost silently like a thief, leaving two lines of words with the pen and paper in the living room, indicating that he forgot to say that the company had something to do last night and needed to arrive early today.
Walking out of the door, Klein suddenly felt a refreshing cool breeze and calmed down.
The street in front of him was dim and silent, with no pedestrians, only the light of the gas street lights shining quietly.
Klein took out the pocket watch from his inner pocket and pressed it open. He found that it was just six o'clock that the crimson moonlight had not completely faded, but there was a hint of translucent in the sky.
He was planning to find an expensive taxi cart to hire when he suddenly saw a trackless public cart with two horses and four wheels coming.
Is there a public carriage so early?Klein was a little surprised, and went up to him and waved to stop.
Good morning, sir.The coachman skillfully stopped the horse.
The staff member in charge of charging next to him covered his mouth with his hands and yawned.
Go to Zotland Street.Klein said as he pulled out two 1p and four and a half pence from his pocket.
4p.The staff responsible for the charges answered without hesitation.
After handing over the fare, Klein got on the carriage and saw that it was empty inside and there were no other guests, which showed obvious desertification in the darkness.
You are the first.The coachman said with a smile.
The two brown horses took steps and moved forward relatively lightly.
To be honest, I didn't expect there would be a public carriage so early.Klein sat near the coachman and answered casually to distract himself and relieve his inner tension.
The coachman said to himself:
It’s six o’clock every day to nine o’clock, but my weekly salary is only 1 pound.
No time to rest?Klein asked in surprise.
Rotate a day off every week.The coachman's tone became heavy.
The toll collector next to him added:
We are responsible for going from 6 am to 11 noon, then going to lunch, going to lunch break, and after dinner, it is six o'clock, then replacing colleagues... Even if we don't have to rest, two horses will need it.
This was not the case before. Since some coachmen were too tired and made undue mistakes, causing the horse to lose control and the carriage to overturn, this kind of rotation has occurred... How could those group of vampires suddenly become kind!The coachman sneered.
In the morning light, the bus drove towards Zotland Street, with only seven or eight passengers on the way.
After Klein relieved his tension a little, he stopped talking, closed his eyes, and flashed back his experiences one by one to see if there were any other omissions.
When the sun was fully raised and the sky was really bright, the public carriage arrived at Zotland Street.
Klein pressed his hat with his left hand and jumped out of the carriage.
He quickly entered 36 Zotland Street and followed the stairs to the outside of Black Thorn Security.
At this time, the door is closed and has not been opened yet.
Klein took off the keychain from his waist, found the corresponding thing of the brass color, stuffed it into the hole, and twisted it with a click.
He pushed forward, letting the door slowly open, and saw Leonard Mitchell, with black hair and green eyes, sniffing the recently popular cigarette.
Actually, I prefer cigars…you look anxious?The poet-like night watchman asked with ease and comfort.
Where is the captain?Klein asked without answering a question.
Leonard pointed at the partition:
In his office.As an extraordinary person who has been promoted to the 'sleepless person', 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, quickly walked through the partition and saw Dunn Smith had opened the office door and stood at the entrance.
What's wrong?He was wearing a black windbreaker and carrying a cane inlaid with gold, with a calm and serious expression.
I had that feeling of ‘seeing to have seen it somewhere’, probably that note, the notes of the Antigonus family.Klein tried his best to control himself so that the answers seemed organized.
Where?Dunn Smith's face did not change significantly.
But Klein's inspiration told him that the other party seemed to have a clear, invisible fluctuation, which may be a spiritual shining or an emotional change.
Just yesterday, where Leonard and I rescued the hostages, opposite the kidnapper's room, I didn't notice it at that time until I had a dream and gained enlightenment.Klein did not hide anything.
It seems that I missed a very big credit yesterday.Leonard, who had walked to the partition at some point, chuckled.
Dunn nodded slightly and ordered with a solemn expression:
Let Cohenley go and replace Old Neil to guard the arsenal, let Old Neil and Fry go with us.
Leonard no longer acted frivolously and immediately informed Cohenli and Fry in the night watch entertainment room, one of whom was the sleepless person and the other was the corpse collector.
Five minutes later, the two-wheeled carriage belonging to the Night Staff Team ran quickly, in the early morning when there were not many pedestrians.
Leonard wore a felt hat, shirt and vest, and acted as a coachman temporarily, wigging his whip out of thin air from time to time to make it sound crisp.
Inside the car, Klein and Old Neal sat on the same side, opposite Dunn Smith and Fry.
The corpse collector has fair skin that seems to have not been sunny for a long time or is severely ischemia. He is about thirty years old, with black hair and blue eyes, a high nose bridge, a thin lips, and a cold and dark temperament, as if he has some of the faint smell left by touching the corpse all year round.
You will say it in detail.Dunn took care of the collar of his black windbreaker.
Klein stroked the citrine pendant covered by his sleeves, and began to talk about the dream from the beginning of accepting the commission. Old Neil next to him laughed:
You seem to have some kind of fateful bond between the notes of the Ben Antigonus family, and you can meet them in this way.
It's Ah, it's a coincidence!
If Leonard hadn't mentioned just now that the preliminary interrogation results of Elliot's kidnapping showed that there was no hidden forces or mysterious forces manipulation, but just a case where they took risks simply for money, I would have suspected that someone had deliberately arranged it... Klein was quite surprised by this.
Too coincidence!
Dunn did not express his opinion, as if he was thinking about something. Fry, the corpse collector, also wearing a black windbreaker, maintained his unchanged silence.
This condensation was broken until the carriage stopped and the building that Klein mentioned appeared outside the window.
Let's go up, Klein, you and Old Neil are at the end, be careful, have to be careful.Dunn got out of the carriage, took out a strange revolver with a obviously long and thick barrel from his arms, and stuffed it into his right pocket.
OKKlein dared not be in the forefront.
After Leonard found someone to guard the carriage, a group of five extraordinary people entered the stairs in an orderly manner, and walked to the third floor with a very light pace.
It's here?Leonard pointed to the room opposite the kidnappers.
Klein tapped his eyebrows twice and turned on his spiritual vision.
In this state, his inspiration has improved again. He felt that the door seemed familiar and he seemed to have entered it.
right.He must have nodded.
Old Neil also turned on his spiritual vision, and after careful observation, he said:
There is no one inside, nor the magical aura.
The corpse collector Fry added hoarsely:
No evil spirits.
He could see many spirit bodies, including evil spirits and resentful souls, without turning on his spiritual vision.
Leonard stepped forward, and punched the door lock like yesterday.
This time, not only the surrounding wooden boards were broken, but even the door locks bounced and landed on the ground.
Klein felt that some invisible seal disappeared in an instant, and immediately afterwards, he smelled a strong stench.
Corpse, rotten corpse.Fry stated coldly.
He didn't show any nausea at all.
Dunn stretched out his right hand wearing black gloves and slowly pushed open the door. The first thing that caught everyone's eyes was a fireplace, which was filled with abnormal sultry heat in the early July weather.
In front of the fireplace, there was a rocking chair, and an old woman in a black and white dress sat on it with her head hanging down.
Her whole body became much bigger abnormally, and her skin was dark and green, swelling to the point of shinyness. It seemed that as long as she poked it casually, it would burst out and spew out the stinky smell. Maggots or parasites were among the flesh and blood, rotten liquid, crawling in and out of the spiritual vision, like spots of light, surrounded by a mass of extinguished darkness.
Bang, bang.
The old woman's two eyes fell off and fell to the ground. She rolled around for a few times, leaving behind a few traces of yellow-brown.
Klein felt nauseous and could no longer control the stench, so he bowed and vomited.
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