Chapter 155 An Emergency Meeting

After calming down, Klein walked underground, came outside Chanis Gate, and knocked on the open door of the guard room.

Luoyao Laiting, who was sitting inside, had already packed his personal belongings. When he saw the shift arrive, he immediately cut his hair and got up to leave.

After nodding to each other, Klein suddenly said:

"I'm making good progress in mastering potions. I just shared my experience with Frye and the others. You can talk to them."

Luo Yao, who had no expression on his face, glanced at the other party in surprise, moved his lips a few times and said:

"OK."

Ma'am, I hope you can maintain this calm state later... There are a bunch of wooden figures sitting in the recreation room right now... Klein smiled, went behind the table, and picked up the Dunn Smith outfit with familiarity. Silver-encrusted tin can for Elmer coffee.

After finishing a cup of fragrant coffee, Klein sat down leisurely, looked at the silent passage outside the door, and let his thoughts fly:

"I hope that Mr. Azik's actions will go well, and don't leave any clues... No, even if there are any clues, I will pretend not to find them..."

"I don't know where the 'Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem' is sealed behind Chanis Gate...Well, it doesn't have the characteristics of being alive, just leave enough space..."

"Speaking of which, I haven't entered the Chanis Gate until now, and I don't know the state inside... It must be unusual to be able to keep dozens of sealed artifacts, large and small, from being damaged or out of supervision. where, for example, the ashes of Saint Selina?"

...

Amidst all kinds of thoughts, Klein suddenly heard hurried footsteps, quickly withdrew his attention, and looked towards the door.

He saw Old Neil, who was wearing a black classical robe and holding a felt hat of the same color, appear in the corridor, quickly entered the guard room, stood opposite him, and looked at himself up and down without saying a word.

"...Mr. Neil, what happened?" Klein laughed dryly, took a sip of the fragrant coffee.

Old Neil sized him up a few more times, sighed and said:

"You actually found inspiration from the motto of the 'Secret Peeper' and the case of Daly..."

"This must be a compliment to the goddess, and thank you for your teaching." Klein replied solemnly.

Old Neil squeaked and pulled the chair, sat down abruptly, and said a little dejectedly: "If, if it had been twenty years earlier, it would be fine, it would be fine..."

Knowing that the other party's age and physical condition no longer allow him to take the potion, even if he completely digested the previous portion, Klein remained silent and did not speak.

He felt that in this situation, everything he said was provoking the other party.

"I also tried to find out the idea of ​​quickly mastering potions from the motto of the voyeur at the very beginning. Unfortunately, I couldn't go on the right path. Although Daly's success gave me inspiration, but at that time I didn't know I'm over 50 years old, and I've given up working hard, subconsciously thinking that it's something special that normal people can't imitate." Old Neil rubbed his forehead, and described his loss in a low voice.

He was silent for a few minutes, raised his head, looked at Klein and said:

"It's a pity that I realize at this age what I'm missing.

"

Old Neil's understanding of the "acting method" should be a little fuzzy. After being clicked by the experience I shared, he immediately figured out something... Klein said in relief:

"Actually, there won't be much difference. The Church doesn't have a Sequence 8 corresponding to 'Secret Peer'."

"Maybe the church has... No, if they have, at least they will tell the branch the name... The underground trading market is not impossible..." Old Neil muttered a few words, supported the table with his hands, shook his head and stood up, She smiled and said, "At least I didn't lose control and lived healthy for decades... Praise the goddess."

He drew a crimson moon on his chest, and left the guard room with a gloomy expression, losing his usual cunning.

Klein watched his back disappear from sight, and suddenly heaved a long sigh.

He couldn't understand more and more why the church's high-level officials blocked the "acting method".

After a long time, Klein came back to his senses and turned his attention to the internal data of the Nighthawks in front of him.

Ever since he brought the youth from the City of Silver into the Tarot Club, he knew that many things still had ancient names there, so he consciously strengthened his studies in similar areas, trying to master the comparison between ancient and modern names.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard footsteps again, gentle and steady footsteps.

Almost at the same time, the image of Dunn Smith wearing a black knee-length windbreaker appeared in his mind.

After thoroughly digesting the "Seer" potion, my inspiration also improved... Klein nodded thoughtfully, and saw the captain a few seconds later.

"Your letter." Dunn raised his right hand, flicked his wrist, and pointed the letter in his palm to Klein.

Klein raised his hand gracefully and tried to catch it, but his judgment and reaction were a bit short.

Snapped!

The letter fell to the ground, and Klein's right hand stood awkwardly in the wind.

In the suddenly quiet atmosphere, his right hand froze first, then continued to lift up, and smoothed his hair.

"The light from the gas lamp is still not bright enough." Klein said casually, bent down to pick up the letter, and glanced at the envelope.

Mr. Hornakis...Duster Guderian's letter...He nodded suddenly, opened the drawer, and took out a letter cutter.

——According to the rules of the Nighthawks team, if there is a clear and correct recipient, Luo Shan and other civil servants will directly deliver the letter to the corresponding person, and if the person is anonymous or cannot be found, the letter will be sent to Dunn's there, it's up to him to ask or decide.

Carefully cutting open the envelope, Klein pulled out the paper inside, quickly unfolded it, and browsed through it.

He found that the madhouse doctor Dust was asking to meet as soon as possible, that is, at two o'clock this afternoon.

He got the "Mind Reader" formula? Or something else? Klein lifted the letter paper in his hand, looked up at Dunn and said:

"Captain, my informant, that is, the one from the Psychological Alchemy Society, hopes to meet at two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Have you revealed what it is?" Dunn asked as expected.

"No." Klein shook his head.

Dunn thought for a while, and said in a mellow voice: "Let Leonard help you guard the Chanis gate for a while, and I will follow you and hide nearby. This kind of urgent meeting request may be a trap, I see I have heard too many similar things, and if there is an important situation, it can be acted as quickly as possible."

...Captain, you really have a lot of experience...Well, when it comes to serious business, you are a reliable, trustworthy, and unforgettable captain... Klein nodded immediately:

"OK!"

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, Zouterand Street Shooting Club, in the small shooting range No. 9.

Klein glanced at the bullet-ridden target, then looked at the slightly disturbed lunatic asylum doctor Duster Guderian and said:

"What happened that made you rush to the Hound Tavern to find a mercenary team?"

Only in this way, Wright, the owner of the Hound Tavern, would immediately deliver the letter to the Blackthorn Security Company instead of waiting for Klein to pick it up.

Daxter observed Klein's subtle expressions and body movements, and replied in a deep voice:

"I feel that Hood Eugen is not normal recently."

Hood Eugen was the patient in the madhouse who developed Daxter into a member of the Psychological Alchemists.

"Any abnormal behavior?" Klein asked very professionally.

Daxter secretly heaved a sigh of relief, as if he had found support, he said after deliberation:

"He, he seems, he seems to be really crazy..."

"Really crazy?" Klein asked back in astonishment.

Didn't Hood Eugene sneak into the madhouse pretending to be sick in order to exercise the corresponding ability in the spiritual field, trying to influence those patients from both positive and negative aspects?

Is he really sick, really crazy?

"I think it's like this..." Daxter paced back and forth a little anxiously, "I was able to communicate with him normally before, and I was taught how to use extraordinary abilities correctly, but in the past few days, his thinking, his The state has become very strange, and I often have no way to communicate, just like I face other patients. Although, although this also allowed me to successfully get the formula of 'Mind Reader', I can't confirm that it is true. It's still fake, and I'm more afraid of uncontrollable changes."

It doesn't matter, as a fortuneteller who possesses the mysterious space above the gray mist, truth and falsehood will not be confused... Klein first breathed a sigh of relief, then asked with a frown:

"Before he became abnormal, who did he come into contact with?"

"Only those patients, me, I'm not sure, I'm not in the madhouse every hour of every day, I also have time to rest." Daxter replied with a serious expression.

Klein nodded lightly, as if it was a trivial matter:

"Don't be nervous, I will send someone to protect you secretly. You should find out who Hood Eugen has been in contact with before as soon as possible. In addition, you must be careful that he is testing you. Well, you'd better report this matter to others at the same time. Members of the Psychological Alchemist Association, let's see how the top management of your organization reacts."

"Okay." Daxter pushed down his gold-rimmed glasses, regained the unique calmness of the audience, then took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to Klein, "This is the formula for the 'Mind Reader' potion. I'm not sure if that's correct."

"We will verify it." Klein replied with a smile, unfolded it on the spot, and took a look.

"Main materials: the complete pituitary gland of an adult colorful lizard, 10 ml of spinal fluid from a Falsman rabbit."

"Auxiliary materials: 5 grams of chestnut spores, 8 grams of dragon tooth grass powder, 3 petals of pure white elf flower, 100 ml of pure water."

"It's great." Klein praised, folded the paper, and put it into the inside pocket of the tuxedo.

After exchanging a few more words and confirming that Daxter's "auditory hallucinations" had been alleviated, he took his leave and left, and cautiously came to the exclusive shooting range belonging to the Nighthawks, where Dunn Smith was waiting.

"Captain, the informant gave me a 'Mind Reader' formula, and thanked me for helping him control the backlash of the potion, but he is not sure if the formula is true or not." Klein handed over the paper in a solemn and serious manner. To Dunn, "Also, he mentioned one thing..."

While browsing the formula, Dunn listened to Klein's description of Hood Eugen, and nodded at the end:

"I'll immediately organize people to monitor the lunatic asylum in turn. If you haven't received professional training for this kind of thing, you don't need to participate. Go back and continue to guard the Chanis Gate."

Having said that, he took a deep look at Klein and said:

"Counting this formula, after you pass the test, you don't need to accumulate merits, and you can directly get the 'Joker' potion..."

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