Da, da, da.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the dark narrow corridor, spreading from a distance in a quiet area, without any more noise.

Klein straightened his waist and back, following the middle-aged priest without any speed or slowness, without asking questions or chatting, and was as calm as the windless lake.

Through the tightly guarded passage, the middle-aged priest opened a secret door with the key and pointed to the downward stone steps:

“The crossroads left is Chanis Gate.”

"May the goddess bless you." Klein lit up on his chest, outlining the "shape" of the crimson moon.

The secular uses secular etiquette, and religion uses religious rituals.

"Praise the goddess." The middle-aged priest returned with the same action.

Klein didn't say much, followed the stone steps and walked step by step into the depths of the darkness with the elegant gas lamps embedded on both sides of the walls.

Halfway through, he subconsciously turned around and saw the middle-aged priest standing at the door, standing at the top of the stairs, standing in the shadow of the gas light, as if a wax figure that could not move.

Klein withdrew his gaze and continued to go down. Not long after, he touched the ground covered with cold stone slabs and came to the intersection.

He didn't turn to the "Canis Gate" direction because Dunn Smith, who had just been on the rotation, would definitely not be there.

Following the familiar road on the right, Klein climbed another ladder again and appeared inside the "Black Thorn Security Company".

Seeing that the door was closed or half-closed, he did not seek recklessly, but entered the reception hall and saw a sweet-smiling brown-haired girl focusing on reading a magazine.

"Hi, Rosanne." Klein came to the side and deliberately tapped the table.

Bang!

Luo Shan stood up, knocked over the chair, and said in a hurry:

"Hey, the weather is good today. You, you, Klein, why are you here?"

She stroked her chest with her hands and took a breath, as if she was afraid of being caught by her father.

"I have something to look for the captain." Klein answered briefly.

"...I was scared to death, I thought the captain had come out." Luo Shan glared at Klein, "I don't know how to knock on the door! Humph, you should be glad that I am a generous and kind lady, well, I like the word girl more... What's wrong with you looking for the captain? He is in the room opposite Mrs. Oriana."

Even though his spirits were quite tense, Klein was amused by Roshan and smiled and said:

"secret."

"..." Luo Shan's eyes widened, and while he couldn't believe it, Klein bowed slightly and said goodbye quickly.

He re-passed the partition door of the reception room and knocked on the door of the first office in his right hand.

"Please come in." Dunn Smith's low and gentle voice sounded.

Klein pushed the door and closed his hand, took off his hat and said:

"Good morning, Mr. Captain."

"Good morning, is there anything?" Dunn's black windbreaker and hat were hanging on the hood rack next to him. His exposed body was only wearing a white shirt and a black vest. Even though his hairline was high and his gray eyes were deep, he looked much more refreshing.

"Someone is following me." Klein answered truthfully, without making any extra modifications.

Dunn leaned back, held his hands together, and looked quietly at Klein's eyes.

Instead of following the topic, he asked:

"You came from the church?"

"Yes." Klein answered affirmatively.

Dunn nodded slightly, without saying good or bad, and turned back to the topic:

"Maybe Welch's father didn't believe the cause of death we reported, so he invited private detectives from Wind City to investigate."

Conston City in Jianhai County, also known as Fengcheng, is an extremely developed region with a coal and steel industry and can rank among the top three among all cities in the Ruhn Kingdom.

Before Klein could give his opinion, Dunn continued:

"It may also come from the source of that note, ha, we are chasing where the Antigonus family notes we get, of course, cannot rule out other individuals or organizations that pursue this note."

"What should I do?" Klein asked in a deep voice.

There is no doubt that he hopes is the first reason.

Dunn didn't answer immediately, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, and his gray eyes were gone and said:

“Go back as the road before and do whatever you want.”

"Any?" Klein asked back.

"Any." Dunn nodded surely, "Of course, don't scare the other party away, and don't violate the law."

"Okay." Klein took a breath, said goodbye, turned around, left the room, and returned to the underground floor.

He turned left at the intersection, bathed in the gas lights separated by the two sides, and walked quietly in the empty, dark and cold passage.

The overlap of the echo of Dada is, the more lonely he appears, the more fear it becomes.

Soon, Klein approached the stairs and went up step by step, and saw the middle-aged priest standing in the shadows and at the door.

When the two met, they didn't speak. The middle-aged priest turned around silently and made way for the way.

Walking silently, Klein returned to the large prayer hall. The light and purity of the round holes behind the arched holy platform remained the same, and the darkness and tranquility of the room remained the same. The gentlemen and ladies who were queuing outdoors were still there, but there were fewer.

After waiting for a while, Klein took his cane and newspaper, as if nothing had happened, slowly left the Great Prayer Hall and left St. Selena's Church.

As soon as he went out and saw the Fiery Sun, he suddenly felt familiar and was being watched again, and he felt like he was staring at by an eagle.

Suddenly, a doubt came to his mind:

Why didn't the "Pepister" follow me into the church before? Although in that case, I could still use the dark environment and the help of the pastor to hide it from him for a short time "disappearing", but he pretended to pray. Is it difficult to follow the surveillance? Didn't do anything bad, is there any problem with going in openly?

Unless he has a dark history, is afraid of the church, is afraid of the bishop, knowing that the other party may have extraordinary abilities...

From this point of view, the possibility of private detectives is very low...

Huh! Klein breathed, no longer as tight as before, and walked leisurely, and walked around Zotlan Street on the back.

He stopped in front of an ancient-style building with mottled walls. The house number here is "3" and the name is "Zotlan Shooting Club".

The police department's underground shooting range is open to the "public" part to earn additional funds.

As soon as Klein entered inside, the feeling of being peeped away immediately. He seized the opportunity and gave the badge of the "Special Operations Department" to the waiter in charge of the reception.

After a little verification, he was introduced underground and came to a small closed shooting range.

"10-meter target." Klein briefly explained to the waiter, took out the revolver from the gun bag under his armpit and took out the box of brass-colored bullets from his clothes pocket.

Suddenly being targeted by someone made his desire for self-protection overcome procrastination, so he couldn't wait to come over to practice his marksmanship.

Bang!

After the waiter left, he threw out the wheel and pulled out the silver magic bullets one by one, then picked up normal brass-colored bullets and stuffed them into the bullet nest one by one.

This time, he did not leave any space to prevent accidental firing, nor did he take off his formal jacket, take off his half-height top hat, and practice with the most common outfit. After all, it is impossible to shout "Please stop and let me change my light clothes first" after encountering an enemy or encountering danger.

Click!

Klein closed the wheel and slid it with his thumb.

Suddenly, he held the gun in both hands, raised it straight and pointed it at the target 10 meters away.

But he did not rush to shoot, but seriously recalled the off-target experience and common sense of shooting, such as three points and one line, and recoil.

Crazy! Crazy!

As the clothes were tugging, Klein practiced aiming and holding posture over and over again, as serious as a child who was taking the college entrance examination.

After repeated many times, he retreated to the wall, sat on the soft long bench, placed the revolver aside, massaged his arms and rested for a while.

After a few minutes recalling just now, Klein picked up the wooden grip and the copper-colored rotor pistol again, came to the shooting position, made a standard posture, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

His arms trembled, his body leaned back slightly, and the bullet deviated from the target.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

He has learned from his experience and shot one by one, groping in practice until all six bullets are shot.

Started to take the target... Klein stepped back and sat down, and took a breath.

Bang! He threw out the wheel and let the six shells land on the ground, and then continued to stuff the remaining brass-colored bullets one by one with his expression.

The activity relaxed his arms, and Klein stood up again, summarizing and returning to the shooting position.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The gunshot echoed, the target shaking, Klein practiced again and again, rested again and again, and drained all the thirty normal bullets he received and the remaining five rounds left before, gradually stabilized on the target, and began to pursue the number of rings.

After shook his sore arms, he poured out the last five shells, lowered his head, stuffed silver magic hunting bullets with complex patterns one by one, and reserved a misfire position.

After the revolver returned to the underarm gun bag, Klein patted the smoke and dust on his body. With ease, he walked out of the special shooting range and returned to the street.

The feeling of being looked upon once again emerged, but Klein was more calm than before. He slowly walked to Champagne Street, spent 4 pence to take a railroad bus back to Iron Cross Street, and entered the apartment where he lived.

The snooping feeling was silent. He took out the key, opened the door, and saw a man in his thirty, wearing a linen shirt and very short hair sitting at the desk.
To be continued...