The tired Klein untied the sealed spiritual wall, allowing the cool breeze of the night to blow on his face with the smell of grass and trees, making him awake a little.

He stroked the warm and classical seal in his palm, "3-0782", and sighed sincerely in his heart:

"Who could have thought that a drop of divine blood was fused into this badge... It is estimated that the strong men of the Eternal Fierce Sun Church had searched for it, but they did not find it..."

After moving his neck, Klein did not dare to try any other ideas and put the "mutated Sun Holy Emblem" on the inside of the thin windbreaker.

He followed the chain and took out a silver pocket watch with branches and patterns, pressed it open, and took a look, and found that it was more than an hour before the "corpse collector" Fry came to change shifts.

"My eyelids need two matches to support me... This is the sequelae of death!" Klein had no choice but to take out a small metal bottle from a princess' small hidden bag, unplug the plug, and put it to his nose.

The choking smell of peppermint and disinfectant mixed with it quickly penetrated into his nose, irritating him to make his bumps appear, and his spirits were boosted, and he instantly forgot about sleepiness.

This is the recipe he learned from Fry, the "corpse collector", called "Crag Oil", which can help people fight odors such as rot and have the effect of refreshing the mind.

For the next hour, Klein was extremely distressed. From time to time, he stood up and walked around, and was bitten by mosquitoes in the woods several times.

Finally, he saw Frye, with high nose, thin lips, black hair and blue eyes, wearing a thin windbreaker, holding a cane, walking out of the town.

Although the other party still looked cold and gloomy like a living zombie, Klein seemed to have seen the savior. While covering his mouth and yawned, he yawned and burst into tears, he went up to meet him and took off the seal from the inside of the clothes "3-0782".

"What happened?" Fry looked at his teammate's pale and ugly face and asked actively.

Klein sighed:

"I was on duty last night and I didn't sleep well this morning, so I'm very sleepy now."

He didn't mention this matter more and changed the subject: "I rotated after four hours?"

"Seven hours, the captain doesn't need to sleep in the middle of the night." Fry took over the "mutated Sun Holy Emblem".

Cultivating immortals makes people happy... Klein silently slandered the captain, said goodbye to Fry, and walked towards the town.

On the way down the street to the hotel, he took out his pocket watch and looked at the time:

"Hey, it's ten minutes earlier than the agreed time..."

"What a warm person..." Klein smiled, speeded up, returned to the hotel, pushed open the half-closed door, walked up to the second floor under the boss's scrutiny gaze, and entered his room.

Locked the door and took off his coat and shoes. He didn't clean himself and fell down and fell on the bed.

In just over a dozen seconds, his breathing first became heavier, and then it was longer and smooth.

In his sleep, Klein returned to Earth. In front of him was a game where he had not yet played the level. On the left were iced Coke and spicy chicken wings, and on the right were bitter bamboo shoots and meat soup and rice.

He has never eaten bitter bamboo shoots, but he really likes to use it as a soup made of ingredients and slices of meat. The soup is refreshing and appetizing and has a bit of greasy aroma, which is very perfect for making rice.

With a plate of good dipping sauce, he can eat a whole bowl of rice more than usual!

Just as Klein was preparing to enjoy the midnight snack and play the game wildly, the scene in his dream changed and reappeared as the internal structure of No. 2 Daffodil Street.

Klein suddenly became alert and knew clearly that he was in a dream.

He saw himself sitting on the side of the dining table, holding a copy of Tingen Daily, and in front of him were food such as tomato and oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, mashed potatoes and oat bread.

He subconsciously turned his head, looked at the door, and suddenly saw a Taoist figure standing outside the corresponding convex window in the living room, staring quietly at the figure in the house!

Klein was startled and immediately recognized Dunn, with deep gray eyes. He pressed half of his face against the window and looked at the person inside silently.

...Captain, don't scare people in your dreams, okay? This is how you play Nightmare? Klein thought angrily and amusedly, took out the spoon, took a piece of beef, and put it in his mouth.

Well, it’s my skill! He sighed secretly, understanding why he suddenly woke up in his dream and why the scene on the earth disappeared instantly.

When someone invades his dream, he will naturally be alert!

At this moment, Dunn left the convex belly window and pushed open the door of Moretti's house. He walked quietly to the opposite side of Klein in a black windbreaker.

He took off his hat, nodded gently, sat down, picked up the knife and fork and spoon without any politeness, and ate the tomato and oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, mashed potatoes and oat bread and other foods on the table at a very fast speed.

Klein stared blankly, unable to figure out what the captain wanted to do.

Huh, Dunn breathed contently, gave Klein a thumbs up, then took out his pipe and matches, and sipped in intoxication.

Spit out smoke and clouds, he stood up, took his hat, bowed in an old-fashioned but steady manner, and stepped away from Moretti's house and left the dreamland.

"..." Klein looked at the captain's back and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He looked down at the empty plate, subconsciously trying to reappear the food he had just now.

However, this time, no matter tomato oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, and mashed potatoes, they could not continue to appear in his dream.

"Being completely 'swallowed'? This is the ability of 'nightmare'?" Klein twitched for a moment and thought helplessly, "So, the captain's purpose is to make me unable to eat midnight snacks in my dreams? This is really a nightmare... This 'nightmare' is really a creative role..."

He laughed, exited his dream and slept again.

At five in the morning the next day, Klein, who had to get up early, drank coffee, ate toast and bacon, and hurried to the outside of town to replace Dunn.

At seven o'clock, they set off on time to return to the city of Tingen.

Before ten o'clock, they arrived at No. 36 Zotland Street. After the energetic Dunn put the seal "3-0782" back to the Channis Gate, Fry sat in front of the mechanical typewriter and wrote yesterday's task report and corresponding reimbursement application for consumption before the civilian staff was in place.

Klein watched for a while and was satisfied to see that all the materials he used were included in the list, which included the part he used to repel mosquitoes and insects.

He did not go home immediately because he had already made an appointment with Dr. Dust, who was in the madhouse, to meet at the reservation at one o'clock in the afternoon.

"There is a three-hour Tarot party... Why do I, a boss from a secret organization, live so tired?" Klein said silently, lay in the night watch lounge for two hours, making up for his sleep.

He was not worried about forgetting the knowledge and things he gained last night. This can be recalled by divination. What he was afraid of was that he ignored the existence of these knowledge and things and even lost the idea of ​​divination. Therefore, before going to bed, he passed all the details in his mind to deepen his impression.

This is also the reason why Klein insists on writing summary every week and sorting out various situations.

After lunch, he took out his pocket watch and took a look, put on his hat and left the Black Thorn Security Company, and came to the "Shooting Club" at 3 Zotland Street.

Pushing open the door and entering the reception hall, Klein did not go directly to the shooting range that belonged to the night watchman, but instead found a seat in the hall, sat down, holding the black cane with both hands, waiting patiently.

The meeting place he agreed with Dust is at this "Zotland Street Shooting Club"!

The way they agreed was to write a letter. When Klein needed to meet, he would write to Dr. Dust Goodrian as the patient's family to ask about a special disease called "schizophrenia". In the letter, Klein would mention the audience in various ways, in combination with the ink dots in hidden locations to confirm his identity. The time point written inadvertently in the letter is the time point of meeting.

As for the meeting place, they had already decided in their first negotiation. If Klein felt it was time to change the place, he would explain it in the interview.

When Dust Goodrian wants to meet but is not urgent, he can send the letter to the Hound Tavern, or the shooting club, with the recipient of "Mr. Hornages" waiting for Klein to take it away regularly.

If he has an emergency, he must hand the letter directly to Wright, the owner of the Hound Tavern, and he must mention the sentence "Look for mercenaries". In this way, Wright, who is a member of the Night Watch, will immediately send the letter to the Black Thorn Security Company.

After waiting for a while, when I was still two minutes away, Klein saw Dust, who was quite gentle, walk into the hall of the "Shooting Club".

He wore a black silk top hat, a fitted tuxedo, a silver-clad cane in his hand, and a pair of gold-edged framed glasses on his face.

Dust looked around without notice, and saw Klein who nodded slightly, so he withdrew his gaze, walked to the front desk, skillfully applied for the shooting range, and rented a gun.

He has been here once.

"Small shooting range No. 7, 3 Sule per hour, revolver rental fee, 1 Sule per hour, 6p per hour, including six bullets..." The girl in charge of the reception quickly got the matter done.

After Daste confirmed that the time was 1 hour and paid 10 Suler's fee, he received the revolver and additional bullets, and entered the corresponding shooting range under the guidance of the waiter.

Klein waited for another five minutes before slowly getting up, carrying his cane, and came outside the small shooting range No. 7, knocking on the door.

With a creaking sound, a crack was cracked. Dust first looked around with caution, and then moved away.

Klein immediately flashed in and locked the door.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Dust." He said, taking out 10 Suller's banknotes and handing them to the other party. "We will not let the peripheral members bear the cost of meeting."

Because I can reimburse me... He added silently.

Dust did not refuse, accepted the cash, and then asked in a deep voice:

"Officer Moretti, what did you meet me this time?"
Chapter completed!