Facing against the wall and looking at the darkness opposite the corridor, Klein instinctively held his breath.

What was the captain doing? What was wrong with the captain? He was drinking blood? He had early signs of losing control? One by one, his thoughts emerged, his mind was messy and he could not produce effective thinking at all.

After more than ten seconds, Klein bit his teeth and quietly moved to the stairs with the help of the "clown" control of his body.

Then, he deliberately increased his pace, walked back, and once again came to the door of Mrs. Sharon's bedroom.

With a deep vision, Klein saw the captain standing there, wrapping the seal "3-0271" layer by layer with black cloth, with a calm expression, deep gray eyes and clean face.

What he saw just now seemed to be just an hallucination.

After a glance from the corner of his eyes, Klein saw that nothing new was added to Cohenli's body, and it was still the same as before.

He gasped inwardly and asked:

"Captain, how should I confirm whether those servants are sleeping? It seems that they cannot accurately judge by spiritual vision alone. They will have different emotional reactions due to dreaming and present the corresponding colors."

Dunn Smith held the "Mirror of the Psychic", silent for a few seconds, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Sorry, I forgot, I made too many mistakes tonight."

"You don't have to check, I'll confirm."

He raised one hand, pressed the middle of his eyebrows, then closed his eyes, allowing the invisible ripples to ripple toward other rooms and toward the first floor.

Whether you fall asleep is clearly visible in front of the "Nightmare".

Klein stared at the scene in a daze, slowly lowered his eyes, and bit the inside of his lips tightly.

Captain, you just wanted to send me away...

What the hell are you doing, do you know what you are doing...

He turned his head suddenly and looked at the window, and saw the crimson moon hanging high, as if it had not changed for millions of years.

After a while of calming down, Klein carefully inspected the bodies of Cohenley and Mrs. Sherron by picking up tarot cards, revolvers, half-height silk top hats and other items as cover.

They remained as they died, their skin became pale at a speed that was higher than ordinary people, and they were a little blue and purple.

It was a little strange. They seemed to be missing something... not something specific, but a feeling... Klein talked silently, only to feel that the cool breeze from the broken window made his hair stand up one by one.

At this time, Dunn opened his eyes and said in a low voice:

"We are still sleeping, but a few are close to awakening."

"That's good, that's good..." Klein looked at the captain, not knowing what he was answering.

Dunn looked around and said:

"You get rid of the items on the scene, and then go to the nearest police station to find someone, well, go back to Zotland Street and ask Fry to help."

Klein looked at the captain deeply, nodded with his teeth:

"Um."

With Dunn's help, he quickly handled the scene and walked through the main entrance to leave Mrs. Sharon's house.

After walking through the garden and coming outside, Crane couldn't help but look back and saw that the little building was still crawling quietly in the dark without any light.

He turned around heavily, and based on his impression, he quickly found the nearest police station. This is common sense that every night attendant must remember.

Dangdang, Klein knocked on the iron door.

Not long after, the policeman who was on the rotation evening carried a horse lantern, walked through the small courtyard, opened the door, and looked at it in confusion:

"Is there anything?"

Klein couldn't squeeze out any expression, calmly put on his face, took out his ID and opened it to the policeman's eyes:

"A serious murder occurred at 15 Olsner Street. You immediately call your companion to help!"

The policeman raised the lantern, looked at the ID carefully, then put his legs together, raised his hands and saluted:

"Yes, sir!"

After handling this matter, Crane took a taxi carriage to Zotlan Street.

Along the way, he sat in the dark carriage, his thoughts were both messy and divergent:

Cohenli is dead...

I remember he was just engaged...his parents are still alive...

What was the captain doing just now...

Is he eager for blood...

Or, there is another purpose...

His memory is still so bad, and it has not improved significantly, which shows that he has no early signs of losing control!

However, he knew that the "acting method" had been a while ago, and whether the lack of memory improvement also indicates that there are some problems in the dark...

No! The captain must be still exploring how to play "Nightmare"!

...By the way, one of the important reasons for Cohenli's death was the seal "3-0271", which was handed over to him by the captain...

What am I thinking! This was the inevitable choice at that time!

...It is also the captain's proposed use of seals "3-0271"...

Calm down, calm down, don’t think about it or wait, so as not to worsen the situation!

Wait and send a letter to Ms. Daili to see if she knows what this situation represents. Even if she doesn't know the specific answer, she will definitely understand the dangers contained therein and inform the temple in time...

This should kill the problem in the cradle and restore the captain to normal!

No, the captain may not have a problem. Maybe I misunderstood something, see what Ms. Daly said...

...

When the taxi car arrived at 36 Zotland Street, Klein had already figured out a countermeasure and made a decision, and was no longer as panicked and helpless as before.

He climbed along the stairs and climbed heavily to the door of the Black Thorn Security Company, took out the keys and opened the door.

The familiar arrangements and familiar scenes in front of him made him feel much more at ease, just like the feeling of looking for the captain every time he had something to do.

Taking a breath, Klein came to the Nightkeeper Entertainment Room and saw Fry reading books alone under the light of the gas light.

He turned his head and looked at Klein, with obvious concern and tension on his cold and gloomy face:

"What happened?"

"Where is the captain and Cohenli?"

Klein replied in a low voice:

"Cornley died, died at the hands of Mrs. Sharon, we all made mistakes..."

"The captain is there to guard the scene and ask you to come and help."

Before leaving, Dunn explained the specific situation to Fry, telling him that if they failed to come back within two hours, they would immediately send a telegram to the temple. Similarly, because they wanted to apply for seal "3-0271", they would have to enter the Chanis Gate at night. Therefore, Luo Yao, who was on the control room, also knew what the task they were going to perform. According to the internal regulations of the night watchman, to open the Chanis Gate at night, they must obtain the permission of the captain. If the captain is there, they can only enter by the captain.

Fry was stunned for a moment, sighed softly, and drew a crimson moon on his chest.

He put on his coat, hat, walked towards the door, and when he passed by Klein, he suddenly whispered:

"You don't need to blame yourself, making mistakes is something that will never be avoided."

"We always trust our teammates."

"Well..." Klein closed his eyes, his gaze seemed to become blurred.

He and Fry first went underground, told Luo Yao, then locked the gate of the Black Thorn Security Company and rushed to Mrs. Sherron's house on Olsner Street.

By the time they moved back to Cohenli's body and Madame Schellon's hideous body, the early morning had passed.

Dunn, wearing a thin black windbreaker, stood at the door of the "morgue", looked inside silently, and after a long time, he turned his head to Klein and said:

"You go home first. You have just experienced a fierce battle and must be very tired."

"Okay." Klein did not refuse.

He pursed his lips, looked at the captain, quietly left the Black Thorn Security Company, and took a taxi carriage to return to Daffodil Street.

Just like the last process, he easily entered his bedroom and really locked the door.

Pulling out the silver dagger in the ceremony, Klein created a spiritual wall that blocked the room, then sat at the desk, spread out the paper, lifted up the pen, and hurriedly wrote:

“Dear Ms. Daly:”

"I found something was wrong with the captain recently. He was quietly in the mission..."

Having written this, Klein suddenly stopped the pen, his head blank, and he didn't know how to answer and describe it later.

Bang!

He threw away the pen suddenly, grabbed the paper in front of him, kneaded it into a ball, and then pounded the tabletop heavily.

The sound of dong echoed. Klein closed his eyes and reached out to cover his face. He didn't move for a long time, as if he had turned into a statue.

After five minutes like this, he sighed, put down his right hand, and used his spirituality to ignite the ball of waste paper just now, watching it turn into ashes and fall into the trash can.

After organizing the idea, Klein spread out the new paper and wrote:
To be continued...