Huh, I finally passed the level of the psychic...

Klein exhaled the turbid air and turned slowly, enjoying the tranquility and the comfortable cool breeze of the night, while walking near the door of the apartment.

He took out the key, inserted it in, twisting gently, allowing the crimson black mixed with it to expand with the squeaking sound.

Walking on the uninhabited stairs and breathing the cold air, Klein inexplicably had a wonderful feeling of life that had several hours more than others, and his steps became lighter.

Crack, he maintained a similar attitude and opened his own door. But before he could walk in, he saw a figure sitting quietly in the darkness in front of the desk, with black hair red, bright brown eyes and beautiful face, just like Melissa Moretti!

"Kline, where have you been?" Melissa asked in confusion with her brows stretched out.

Before Klein could answer, she added another sentence, as if she wanted to explain the causes and consequences of the matter clearly, clearly: "I just got up and went to the bathroom and found that you were not at home."

Klein has rich experience in deceiving parents. After thinking about it, he replied with a wry smile:

"I woke up and couldn't sleep a little. Thinking that it would be better to exercise than waste time like this, I went out for a few laps. Look, I was sweating all over."

He took off his coat, half-turned his body, and pointed at his back.

Melissa stood up, took a look indifferently, and thought for a few seconds:

"Kline, you don't need to, don't have to be too stressed. You will definitely pass the interview at Tingen University. Even if it doesn't work, well, I mean if, you can find a better one."

I haven't considered the interview... Klein nodded and said:

"I see."

He didn't say that he had already received an "offer" because he hadn't considered clearly whether to go.

Melissa glanced at him deeply, suddenly turned around, ran into the inner room, and took out a turtle-like item made of gears, rust iron, springs and clockwork.

Switching the clockwork quickly, Melissa placed the item on the desk.

Kakka, dadda, the "turtle" jumped and walked away, which was very rhythmic, making people involuntarily turn their attention to it.

"When you feel troubled, it will be much more comfortable to watch it move like this. I have been doing this recently, and it is very effective! Klein, give it a try." Melissa invited with bright eyes.

Klein did not refuse his sister's kindness, and looked at the "turtle", and waited until it stopped and laughed:

“Simplicity and regularity can really bring relaxation.”

Before Melissa could speak again, he pointed to the "turtle" and asked casually:

"Made it myself? When did it? Why don't I know?"

"I made it with materials that I don't want in school and things I picked up on the road. It was done two days ago." Melissa's expression was as usual, and the corners of her mouth curled a little.

"It's amazing." Klein sincerely praised.

As a boy with poor mechanical skills, he was desperate to fight for a four-wheel drive car when he was a child.

Melissa raised her chin slightly, her eyes curled slightly, and her tone replied in a plain manner:

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Over-humility is bad character," Klein chuckled, "Is this a turtle?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly subsided, and Melissa's voice sounded like a crimson gauze:

“It’s a doll.”

Doll...

...Kline smiled awkwardly and explained:

"The material problem is still too simple."

Then, he changed the subject:

"Why did you go to the bathroom in the middle of the night with a toilet? And aren't you good at sleeping until dawn?"

Melissa was stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds, she opened her mouth and prepared to explain.

At this moment, a violent digestive sound came from her chest and abdomen.

"I, I'll go to bed for a while!"

Bang! She grabbed the turtle-shaped "doll", jogged back to the inner room, and closed the door.

...Dinner was so good last night, I ate too much, and my stomach was not used to it... Klein shook his head and laughed, walked slowly to the desk, sat silently on the chair, and quietly thought about Dunn Smith's invitation with the crimson moon emerging from behind the dark clouds.

The disadvantages of being a civilian in the Night Staff Team are very obvious:

As a time traveler, the initiator of the mysterious gathering, "Fool", has many secrets in him. He has been wandering around for a long time under the nose of the team that the Goddess of the Night Church specially handles extraordinary events, and the risks are not small;

As long as you join Dunn Smith and others, your goal will definitely be to become extraordinary people, so as to cover up the benefits gained from the "party", and to become a formal member, your freedom will be restricted, just like civilians who have to declare their departure from Tingen. You cannot go wherever you want to do or do whatever you want, and you will miss many opportunities;

The Night Stand-On is a strict organization. Once there is a task, you can only wait for arrangements and accept orders, but you cannot refuse;

The extraordinary are at risk of losing control;

...

Listing the disadvantages in mind one by one, Klein turned to consider the necessity and the benefits:

Judging from the experiences such as "transfer ceremony", I will not be the lucky one in Deng En's words. There will inevitably be strange events that will fall on you in the future, full of dangers. Only by becoming an extraordinary person or joining the night watchman can you have the ability to compete;

If you want to become an extraordinary person, you can't do it by just "gathering". The formula of the magic potion is not a big problem. However, where to find the corresponding materials, how to obtain, how to modulate, and common sense of ordinary people's daily practice, you have serious obstacles. It is impossible to ask "justice" and "hanged people" in everything, and ask them for everything. This will not only damage the image of the "fool" and make the other party suspicious, but also not have so much time to communicate such a meticulous problem. Similarly, you can't come up with anything that they are interested in;

In addition, more material exchanges will leave traces of real identity. At that time, it will be a big problem to turn "online disputes" into "offline conflicts";

Joining the "night watcher" will inevitably be able to get in touch with common sense and related channels in the mysterious world, accumulate enough corresponding connections, and use this as a fulcrum to leverage the "gathering" and get the greatest profit from "justice" and "hanged man". This will in turn improve the real state, obtain more resources, and form a virtuous cycle;

Of course, you can also find and join the "Psychological Alchemy Society" that Dunn revealed, which is suppressed and killed by major churches. If you become a member of them, you will also lose your freedom and even be afraid at all times. The more important problem is that you don’t know where to find them. Even if you draw corresponding information from the "hanged man", you will be in danger of life when you contact them rashly;

Becoming a civilian, there are opportunities to buffer and exit;

The small one is hidden in the wild, the middle one is hidden in the city, and the big one is hidden in the morning. The identity of the nighttime person may be a better protective color;

By the time he becomes the top leader of the arbitral tribunal in the future, who would have thought that he was a heretic and the mastermind behind the secret organization?

...

The morning light shone and the crimson disappeared. Looking at the golden yellow in the sky, Klein made up his mind.

Today I will go find Dunn Smith and become a civilian on the night watchman!

"You haven't slept?" At this time, Melissa got up again, pushed the door out, and was surprised to see her brother stretching without any image.

"Think about something." Klein smiled, feeling relaxed.

Melissa pondered for a moment and said:

"When I encounter troubles, I will list the bad and good content one by one. After listing it, I will compare it and you will get the 'hint' on how to do it."

"Good habit, I did the same." Klein smiled.

Melissa looked relaxed, and she didn't say anything more, and took a large yellowed piece of paper and toiletries to the public bathroom.

After breakfast and my sister left, Crane was not in a hurry to go out and was in a good mood to make up her sleep, because according to his understanding, almost all the taverns were not open in the morning.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, he smoothed the wrinkles of the topper with a small brush and a handkerchief, and made it dirty, so that it returned to tidyness, and then went out in formal clothes, like going to an interview.

Besik Street was a bit far away. Klein was afraid that he would miss the "working time" of the night watchman, so he did not walk over, but waited for the arrival of the public carriage at the intersection of Iron Cross Street.

In the Kingdom of Ruhn, public carriages are divided into two types: trackless and rail-free. The former is pulled by two horses. If you count the top of the car, you can sit for about twenty people. There is only a rough route, no specific stations are set up, and you can operate flexibly. You can stop on call unless the passengers are full.

The latter is operated by the track carriage company, and first lays a rail-like device on the main street. The horses walk inside and the wheels rotate on the top, which is easy and labor-saving, so it can pull a larger double-decker carriage and ride nearly fifty guests. The only problem is that the route is fixed and the station is fixed, so it cannot be visited in many places, which is relatively dull.

After about ten minutes, the sound of the wheels hitting the tracks from far to near, and a double-decker carriage stopped in front of the station on Iron Cross.

"Go to Besic Street." Kline said to the coachman.

"You have to go to Champagne Street, but when you get there, it will take about ten minutes to walk to Besic Street." The coachman explained the route.

"Then go to Champagne Street." Klein nodded in agreement.

"It's over 4 kilometers, 4 pence." A young man with a fair face next to the coachman spread his hands.

He is the staff responsible for collecting money.

"Okay." Klein took out four copper pennies from his pocket and handed them to the other party.

He walked onto the carriage and found that there were not many passengers, and even the first floor had several empty seats.

"It's only 3pence on your body, so you have to leave when you come back..." Klein pressed his hat and sat steadily.

Most of the men and ladies on this floor sit in formal clothes, some wear work clothes and read newspapers leisurely, but almost no one speaks, which is quite quiet.

Klein closed his eyes to regain his energy and ignored the coming and going of the passengers around him.

One stop after another, he finally heard the words "Champagne Street".

After getting off the carriage and inquiring along the way, he soon came to Besic Street and saw a tavern with the brown and yellow retriever logo.

Klein stretched out his right hand and pushed it hard. The heavy door slowly opened, and the noisy sound and impetuous heat rushed in.

Although it was still afternoon, there were already many customers in the tavern. Some of them were temporary workers looking for opportunities here, waiting to be hired, while others were doing nothing and numbing themselves with alcohol.

The tavern was quite dark, with two large iron cages erected in the center, and one-third of the bottom went deep into the ground, leaving no gaps. People held wooden wine glasses and surrounded them, sometimes discussing loudly, sometimes cursing and laughing.

Klein took a curious look and found two dogs inside, one was black and white, similar to the husky on Earth, and the other was pitch black all over, bright and strong, strong and fierce.

"Do you want to bet? Doug has won eight games in a row during this period!" A short man wearing a brown hat approached and pointed at the black dog and said.
To be continued...