clatter!

Klein couldn't help but take a step back, not knowing whether he was awake or still in his dream.

The figure took off his black top hat, bowed in a very small way, and smiled lowly:

"Re-recognize, Dunn Smith, the night watcher."

The code name of the extraordinary team of the Night Goddess Church mentioned by "Justice" and "The Hanged Man"? Klein suddenly realized something, and before he thought about it, he blurted out:

"You manipulate the dream? Did you let me have the dream like that just now?"

Dunn Smith, the nighttimer, put on the black top hat again to cover the slightly taller hairline, and his deep gray eyes said with a smile:

"No, I just entered your dream and gave the necessary guidance."

His voice is mellow and soft, and it does not disturb others' dreams and echoes in the dark corridor:

"In dreams, although there will be amplified presentation of usually suppressed emotions and various dark psychology, making everything appear chaotic, absurd and crazy, the truth still exists and is still hidden in it. For veterans like me, everything is obvious and easy to see. I believe in you in the dream more than you who are awake."

This... Who can control your dreams by normal people? If I dream of something on earth, wouldn't it be discovered by Dunn Smith? Klein was shocked and full of fear of what he had in his dreams.

But he quickly tasted something strange again, because he remembered that he was very awake and rational in his dream, knowing what to say and what not to say.

Simply put, it's not like dreaming at all!

So, Dunn Smith just "sees" what I want him to see?

Klein's thoughts changed drastically and he had a vague understanding.

Is this a benefit that comes with time travel, such as the special nature of one’s own spirit, or is it the additional influence of the “transfer ceremony”?

"So, Mr. Smith, are you sure I really lost my memory?" Klein asked back, organizing the language.

Dunn Smith did not answer directly, but instead looked at him deeply:

"Are you surprised by this kind of thing?"

"Even if the person I met before had just finished his dream, he would not believe that he would have extraordinary power. He would rather think that he had not really woken up."

Klein said "Yeah":

"Maybe it's because I'm begging and looking forward to such a force to help me."

"It's interesting thinking logic... Maybe you survived not just because of luck." Dunn nodded with no smile. "I can now confirm that you really lost some of your memories because of this incident, especially the relationship event itself."

"Then can I go back?" Klein breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and asked tentatively.

Dunn walked slowly over with one hand in his pocket, and the night around him became quiet and gentle.

"No, you still have to go with me to meet the 'expert'." His lips were polite.

"Why?" Klein blurted out and added quickly, "Don't you believe in your guidance on your dreams?"

What a joke, if the "expert" is good at hypnosis, mind reading and other abilities, wouldn't my biggest secret be exposed?

What will be unimaginable in the result!

"I have always been modest, but I still have some confidence in dreams." Dunn replied calmly, "But, the key and important things are good, it's good to confirm again, not to mention that she is very different from what I am good at, and may help you recover a certain memory."

Before Klein could speak, his voice became heavy:

"After all, you are related to the whereabouts of the Ben Antigonus family notes."

"What?" Klein was stunned.

Dunn stopped in front of him, staring at his gray eyes and said:

"There is no note left in the Quaternary, there is no one in the whole house. Welch is dead and Naya is dead. You are the only clue."

"...Okay." Klein was silent for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief.

The notes are gone... This is really weird!

I didn't even think about the whereabouts of that Quaternary Note before!

Dunn nodded invisibly, and spoke as he crossed Klein:

"You lock the door and go to Welch's residence with me now, and the 'expert' is waiting for us."

Taking a breath silently, Klein was nervous and nervous.

He was determined to refuse and even wanted to escape, but believed that Dunn Smith would definitely be more vigilant, and with the gap in strength between normal people and extraordinary people, there would be no possibility of success if he forced himself to do it.

He must have a pistol on his body... he should also be the kind who has practiced shooting many times...

Various ideas clashed violently in my mind, and Klein finally chose to recognize the reality:

"OK."

Alas, I can only take one step at a time. Maybe the special thing in my dream will take effect again...

"Then let's go." Dunn's tone was not at all turbulent.

Klein turned around and followed two steps, suddenly stopped and said:

"Mr. Smith, I...I want to go to the bathroom first."

I came out just to go to the bathroom...

Dunn did not stop him, but looked at him deeply and said:

"No problem, Klein, believe me, in the dark, I'm far stronger than you think."

In the dark night... Klein silently repeated these words.

He did not try recklessly, and honestly solved the swelling in his lower abdomen, then washed his face with cold water, so that he could completely calm down.

After changing his clothes and closing his door, Klein followed Dunn down the stairs and walked towards the door of the apartment.

In such calmness, Dunn Smith suddenly spoke:

"Why do you want to escape at the end of the dream? What are you afraid of?"

Klein thought like lightning and replied while thinking:

"I don't remember anything I did at Welch's house, nor did I remember whether it caused the death of him and Naya directly. I was afraid that it would be really confirmed in the end that it was me. I dare not gamble on this. It would be better to run away and start a new life in the South Continent."

"If it were me, I would do it." Dunn pushed open the door of the apartment, allowing the cool breeze in the middle of the night to dissipate the sultry heat inside.

He was not afraid of Klein escaping, so he got on the carriage first. It was the one that Klein had seen in his dream, four-wheeled, single horse, and coachman. The side of the cabin was engraved with the police system logo "Two swords crossed, surrounded by the crown".

Klein followed in and found a thick carpet covered with an aromatic smell that made people feel peaceful.

Sitting down casually, he looked for topics and tried to find out more:

"Mr. Smith, if, I mean, if, the ‘expert’ confirmed that I really forgot that part of the memory, and there is no other evidence to prove that I was the perpetrator, not the victim, then what is going to be over?"

"In theory, we will look for the notes from other ways, and as long as they still exist, they will be discovered. Of course, before this, we will confirm that there is no curse, no leftover smell of evil spirits, and no corresponding psychological problems. We can welcome your future life safely and healthily." Dunn Smith smiled, with a slightly strange smile.

Klein keenly captured this point, and he asked quickly:

“In theory?”

"Yes, it's just theoretically. In this field, there are always twists, unreasonable things that are unbelievable." Dunn looked at Klein's eyes and said, "Their continuity, their ending, sometimes, is not something we can foresee and control."

"For example?" Klein was a little scared for a moment.

On the almost uninhabited street, the carriage was driving rapidly, and Dunn took out his pipe and sniffed it:

"When we think things are over and everything has returned to normal, it will come again in a terrifying, thrilling way."

"A few years ago, we handled a case of a cult. They organized believers to complete a living sacrifice by suicide to please the evil gods. After one of the believers was selected, their survival instinct defeated stupidity, defeated strange faith, defeated psychedelic drugs, and sneaked to the police station to report the case."

"The matter was handed over to us for handling, a very small task, because there were no extraordinary people in that cult, and the gods they worshipped were simply thought of by their leaders, in order to make money and enjoyment, they destroyed human nature."

"We only used two team members, and the cooperation of the police, and successfully solved the cult, and no one missed the net. And the reporter, we also confirmed that he did not have the smell of evil spirits, no curse entanglement, no psychological barriers, no personality problems, and no other strange traces."

"After that, his career developed well, he married a very good wife, gave birth to a man and a woman, all the shadows seemed to be far away from him, and the horror and blood of the past seemed to completely disappear."

Speaking of this, Dunn Smith smiled and said:

"But in March this year, his financial situation was good, his wife had a deep relationship, his child was smart and cute, and he died, and he strangled himself to death in the office."

The crimson moonlight outside the carriage window shone in, spreading on Dunn Smith.

At this moment, his seemingly self-deprecating smile made Klein feel creepy and indescribable.

"I strangled myself to death..." Klein took a breath silently, as if he had seen his miserable ending.

Even if you escape, you can only escape for a while?

Is there any way to solve it completely?

Let yourself become an extraordinary person to fight?

As the carriage returned to silence, Klein's countless thoughts emerged and fell one after another.

In such unspeakable silence, the carriage drove for a long time and was very fast.

Just as Klein made up his mind and planned to ask Dunn Smith for advice, seeing what solution was, the carriage stopped.

"Mr. Smith, Welch's residence has arrived." The coachman's voice came into the ears of the two.

"Let's go down." Dunn took a black windbreaker to his knee, "Ha, I'll introduce it in advance. The 'expert's identity is the most well-known psychic in Ahova County."

Klein restrained his other thoughts and asked curiously:

"What about her actual identity?"

Dunn turned his body halfway, turned around, and said deeply with gray eyes:

“The true 'spiritor'.”
Chapter completed!