Chapter 122: Bang! Say or not? Pa! Say or not!

Author: You Dixunzong

Chapter 122: Bang! Say or not? Pa! Say or not!

Joewood District, Minsk Street.

Klein, who had just recorded the confession from the police station, became more and more wrong when he thought about it. He had a gloomy face when he came back, which made Dr. Alan, who had sent him back, see that his condition was wrong and asked with some concern:

"Are you okay?"

"fine."

Klein shook his head and sighed, "I just didn't expect Will Ansetine to die like this. He is only eight years old!"

Dr. Allen was silent when he heard this, and he didn't know what to say. He felt that the child seemed to have some special connection with him, but he couldn't say it.

Soon, the carriage arrived at No. 15 Minsk Street.

Klein got out of the carriage, smiled and said goodbye to Dr. Allen, watching the carriage go away.

Then he opened the door while smiling and greeting Mrs. Staring next door.

But the moment the door closed, Klein's expression instantly sank again.

"No, I have to divine it!"

Klein took a deep breath, with a deep worry in his eyes, and walked four steps backwards to the gray fog.

He sat upright on the head of the long bronze table, and then took off the citrine pendant wrapped around the cuffs. While holding the spirit swing in his left hand, he quickly adjusted his state with the help of meditation.

“It would be dangerous to go to the Brave Bar at 10 o'clock tonight.”

After entering a meditation state and completing all the steps of "spiritual practice", Klein opened his eyes and looked at the results:

The citrine pendant is turning counterclockwise, but the amplitude is extremely small and the speed is very slow.

This means negation, there are certain twists and turns but not too much danger.

But Klein's brows were still frowning, without any relief.

After thinking about it, he began to experiment with new divination statements:

“The action tonight will be dangerous.”

After silently reciting it seven times, he opened his eyes and saw the citrine pendant rotating clockwise, with extremely fast speed and extremely large amplitude!

This means certainly, it is not only dangerous, but also very big!

Klein changed his face on the spot and almost broke his defense.

...

In a room underground in St. Samuel Church, Beckland North District.

Al Hasson looked at the Embers that were like nothing happened and complained speechlessly, "You are really brave. You dare to speak like this in front of Deacon Crestai. Fortunately, the Deacon didn't care about you, otherwise, tsk..."

Yu Chen glanced at him and asked, "Didn't you find something wrong?"

Although he always felt that Al Hasson's brain was not good, it was not bad at this point, right? Can't he even see such obvious traces?

Al Hasson rolled his eyes at Yuchen and said angrily, "If you mean that you have a special identity, I'd already seen it, then what?"

"I think you don't understand at all."

Seeing Al Hasson looking in the dark, Ember said helplessly, "Have you ever wondered why Deacon Crestai would call us so early?"

"Um?"

Al Hasson was stunned for a moment, and he realized a problem after being mentioned by Embers.

Since the action is at night, why not notify them in advance in the morning?

Of course, as an official organization, they have to act at night, which is quite normal.

This is easy to understand for the Night Church. After all, most of the extraordinary people in the Night Church are sleepless ways, and will be greatly strengthened at night. For other churches, although night cannot provide a boost for it, it also has other benefits, such as effectively covering up the traces of the extraordinary people's battle.

The only question is, why do you have to tell them the evening action a dozen hours in advance? Although Deacon Crestai asked them not to leave the ground for confidentiality, isn’t this going to cover up?

If you really want to keep it confidential, you can choose to call them one or two hours before the action!

Deacon Crestai’s behavior is not so much to prevent them from leaking secrets. It is better to say that he is encouraging some of them to leak secrets. Isn’t this mean that the Night Church has actually been infiltrated?

"Who did you say this to?"

Al Hasson asked with a serious face.

"What do you think?"

Yuchen asked back, which made Al Hasson speechless.

It seems that maybe I only told him alone?

Al Hasson was a little embarrassed and could only whisper, "Don't tell anyone else."

Yuchen glanced at him without answering, but just silently withdrew his gaze.

There are so many people present, and some people must have realized this problem.

The only difference is that they choose what to do.

Although the night attendants in the Night Church are all believers of the goddess, their faith may not be pious.

...

Bakerland Bridge District, Ironmen Street, Brave Bar.

The heavy black wood door is tightly closed, just like most other bars, which is not open during the day. Klein did not care about the closed door, but instead walked around the nearby alley and came to the back door of the bar.

"Bang bang bang!"

Klein knocked on the door according to the agreed code, three or two lights.

After a while, a half-Ballard with a big nose and a linen shirt opened the door. He was the owner of the tavern, Casper Scanlining.

There was a huge scar on his face that stretched from the corner of his right eye to the right mouth. His nose was a typical rosacea, almost completely dyed red.

Casper looked around and lowered his voice:

"Come in first."

Casper opened his seat on the side, and Klein walked through the back door without hesitation. After Casper looked at both sides of the alley as if guilty, he closed the door.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Casper limped to Klein and asked in a deep voice.

He knew that Klein came to find him in broad daylight and there must be something urgent.

Klein was also not vague and said quickly, "Where is Marichi? I have something important to find him."

He actually wanted to find Miss Sharon directly, but he had no channel to contact the other party.

However, Klein noticed that as soon as he finished speaking, Casper's expression became a little strange.

Because in a room behind, Marichi, wearing a white shirt, a black vest and a tights, walked out.

On the mirror next to it, a figure wearing a black palace dress and a small soft hat was quickly outlined.

Sharon looked at Klein with blue eyes and asked in a slight tone, "What's the matter?"

Klein couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Miss Sharon, and then quickly said, "I have received the news that the official extraordinary person of Beckland will have a big move tonight. I suggest that the action be cancelled temporarily tonight."

Before he came to the Brave Bar to inform Miss Sharon, the divination results showed that there would be no danger. On the way he came, he had already thought of a reason, a reason to convince the other party to give up.

Before Miss Sharon could speak, Marichi, who had always expressed doubts about Klein's strength, frowned:

"If you are afraid, just say it, we don't have to ask for your help."

Klein shrugged, ignoring Marichi's sarcasm, his eyes kept on Miss Sharon. After all, she was the head of the place. Marichi said nothing, but she said nothing.

Miss Sharon was silent for a moment and said softly,

"Tell me your basis."

“I have a friend.”

Upon hearing this, Klein immediately took out the speech he had prepared long ago and said, "He is the night watchman of the Night Church, and this information was revealed to me."

Marich frowned slightly and turned his inquiring eyes to Sharon. But his after-lightness looked at Klein with a dissatisfaction.

Klein felt Marich's hostility and took the initiative, "I can stay here with you tonight, and you have enough time to confirm what I said."

He had expected such a situation and had already thought of a response—

If they doubt it, offer to stay in the bar with them.

Anyway, he had already made a fortune in advance, so there would not be too much danger here.

...

In the evening, without the sun, Bakerland, shrouded in fog, is always shrouded in darkness faster than other cities.

The pedestrians who were still on the road accelerated, hoping to return home as soon as possible. Although Beckland did not have a curfew, they still instinctively did not want to stay in the dark, even if there was a little light from gas street lights on the street that could dispel the darkness.
To be continued...