Klein turned to the captain's office and saw the door wide open. Dunn Smith leaned back in the back of the chair and sniffed his pipe.

With a gray eyes swept, Dunn changed his sitting position and said:

"You are in good condition, not like you have just finished taking potions."

"This may be the benefit of promotion after thorough digestion." Klein closed the door casually, pulled open the chair and sat down.

Both he and Dunn knew that the "playing method" could not be bound by the oath and communicated with relevant issues normally, but at this time, both of them tacitly did not mention this matter, and fell into silence after asking and answering questions at the same time.

Klein thought for a while and asked:

"His Excellency Cecima left?"

"Yes, as a senior deacon, he has something else to do." Dunn pondered for a few seconds, "Well, he took away the pair of red eyes left by Old Neil."

Klein asked in surprise and confusion:

"Why?"

Dunn picked up the coffee, took a sip, and said silently for a long time:

"We cannot deceive ourselves. The out-of-control team members have actually become monsters. I told you that after the monster dies, some things that enrich extraordinary power will be left behind. If these things are uncontrollable and have various problems, they must be sealed. Well, this is one of the sources of seals. The rule within the Night Master is to save the items left by the out-of-control team members in another place to avoid irritating his companions."

"Understanding rules." Klein nodded slightly heavy.

Suddenly, he keenly realized that the captain had just missed a possibility, so he asked in confusion:

"What if the things that are rich in extraordinary power left by the 'monster' after death are controllable?"

Dunn looked at him, his gray eyes as deep as the quietest night.

He sighed:

"You won't want to know the answer."

...Klein was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized a possibility:

Normal monsters will leave extraordinary materials and are used to modulate corresponding potions.

What about the monsters that the out-of-control person turned into?

If the things they left behind are of controllable type, will they be treated as extraordinary materials...

Thinking of this, Klein suddenly felt a strong nausea. He couldn't help but tilt his head and retching for a few times, and his vision became blurred.

This is really a speculation that makes people feel chilled all over... but it is very likely to be close to the truth and close to the answer! In an instant, he had a deeper understanding of the words "In order to resist the abyss, he must endure the corrosion of the abyss, and he is also a group of poor people who are always fighting against danger and madness."

Could this be one of the reasons why the church conceals the "acting method"? A certain degree of recycling? But this will make the senior management deviate from the church... Klein's heart clearly reflects his changing face.

Seeing his reaction, Dunn suddenly smiled, and a light flashed in his gray eyes:

"You can think about it from the good side, our companions have accompanied us in a different way."

"They are always with us."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dunn lowered his head, picked up the coffee, and put it to his mouth.

After another ten seconds of silence, he leaned back slightly, raised his head and said:

"And you can rest assured that as long as you can still collect extraordinary materials from normal sources, we will not do what you think."

"Okay, according to the regulations, you can get a day off if you have just been promoted. Whether to practice fighting in the afternoon is up to you, but you must find someone to inform Gao Wen."

Klein nodded slightly, took a deep breath, straightened his back and said:

"Captain, I've finished the occult course and I want to use the next morning to learn skills in tracking, monitoring, etc."

He paused and added with a serious expression:

"I want to fulfill the responsibility of the night watchman as soon as possible."

Dunn glanced at him deeply and sighed:

"You are more tenacious than I thought, then do what you think."

"Yes, captain!" Klein stood up suddenly and drew a crimson moon on his chest.

…………

After leaving the Black Thorn Security Company, Klein did not go home to rest directly, but took this opportunity to take the trackless public carriage to the Azke teacher's home.

Dingdang, Dingdang.

In the crisp sound of bells, Azk, wearing a white shirt and a black vest, opened the door.

There was a golden bracelet on the buttons of his vest, hanging obliquely there, connecting to the pocket watch.

"Don't you have to work?" Azk looked at the sky and found that the sun had not yet climbed to the top.

"Because of some special circumstances, I was arranged to take a turn for rest." Klein explained slightly.

Azk looked at him, nodded as if he had seen something, and made way.

Entering the foyer, Klein put down his cane, took off his hat, and followed Azker all the way to his living room.

The living room is decorated with a fireplace, rocking chair, sofa and coffee table. Klein sat down familiarly to the position he often sat.

Azk, opposite, smiled and pointed to the cigar on the coffee table and said:

"Do you want one?"

"No." Klein shook his head firmly.

Azk did not persuade him anymore, and fired himself, picked up a cigar to warm up, and asked casually:

"Have the matter in Morse Town been handled?"

"Thank you for this," Cline said sincerely.

At the same time, he silently complained in his heart:

Mr. Azke, before you lose your memory, you must have left yourself a lot of wealth. Otherwise, how could a teacher who is not even an associate professor often enjoy cigars?

Taking advantage of the opportunity that the other party was focusing on fiddling with the cigar, he took the initiative to say:

"Mr. Azke, I have something I want to ask you."

"What's the matter?" Azk asked without looking up.

Klein slowed down for a moment and organized his words:

"One of my colleagues lost control and turned into a monster. I wonder if his soul was also polluted?"

He was not sure whether Mr. Azke understood the meaning of losing control, so he prepared the corresponding explanation and description and waited for the other party to ask questions.

Azk stopped the movement in his hand, raised his head, looked at Klein, and said with a slight emphasis:

“This is undoubtedly.”

"In a similar situation, you have to carefully distinguish it. If the direct factor of his out-of-control is the temptation of evil gods or demons, try to avoid psychic communication, which may bring you a fatal danger."

"I understand." Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

When he was at Old Neil's house, he was not stable enough to forget the psychic, and Dunn Smith did not remind him, so he completely missed the opportunity.

Now that I think about it, the captain didn't forget it, but deliberately didn't mention it... Klein was silent for a few seconds.

He didn't worry about this anymore and instead mentioned his previous experience:

"Mr. Azke, I tried to divine the source of the haunted incident in Morse, and saw a pyramid mausoleum that stretched upside down to the ground. My companions told me that this is a symbol of death and a glory that only his descendants can receive."

Azke had just put down the matches and picked up the cigar cutters, and suddenly stood there, without moving for a long time.

He sat backwards, leaning against the back of the sofa, his expression was unusually calm.

After a while, he spoke slightly lowly:

"It gave me a familiar feeling, but it didn't remind me of anything more."

"It's a pity." Klein sighed sincerely.

He also thought that he could use the revelation obtained from that divination to further awaken Mr. Azke's memory.

Azk cut his cigar hat and shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"If I could recall the past very easily, I think I would have found a way to get rid of my fate."

"Of course, I have to thank you for your kindness and for your constant memory of me."

He thought for a while and said:

"By the way, I'll leave Tingen lately."

"Why?" Klein asked in surprise.

Didn’t you agree to find out the mastermind behind the influence of my destiny and steal your child’s skull?

Azk sighed and explained, holding a cigar:

"The target may have noticed my attention and pursuit. There has been no movement during this period, so I have no clue. So, I plan to leave Tingen for the time being and go to Beckland. On the one hand, I will take the opportunity to find the traces left before I lost my memory, and on the other hand, let the target relax its guard."

Yes, Mr. Azke's last memory loss was near Beckland University... It's a pity that you can't check the Red Chimney House for me... Klein Zheng said with a key head:

"I will pay close attention to this matter. Once the goal is taken action and exposed, I will notify you immediately."
To be continued...