Leonard's chanting was like a sleeping song, echoing between the left and right doors and within the winding wooden stairs.

Klein's spirit suddenly became dazed, as if he had seen the quiet moonlight and the peaceful lake.

His eyelids quickly became heavier, as if he could fall asleep while standing.

In such a blur of perception, he felt the invisible, strange, indifferent gaze from behind, as if he was traveling in the spiritual world.

A taste of inexplicable déjà vu emerged, and Klein suddenly regained his thoughts, and with his powerful inspiration and extremely familiar meditation, he barely got rid of the influence of the "Midnight Psalm".

But he is still calm in body and mind, and it is difficult to have other emotions.

Soon, Leonard stopped singing and smiled:

"I'm considering applying for a Fenerport, how can chant without accompaniment?"

"Haha, kidding, I heard they all fell asleep."

The black-haired, green-eyed and poetic-like member of the Night Watch Team took a step forward and walked to the door where the kidnappers and hostages were.

He suddenly swung his shoulders, broke out his fist, and hit the door lock.

Snap!

The wooden boards around the door lock were broken and the sound was very weak.

"This requires precise control." Leonard turned around and joked, and reached into the hole and opened the door.

Klein, who had recovered from sobriety, was not as confident as him. He put his hand into his armpit, pulled out his pistol, and adjusted the wheel to ensure that he could fire immediately.

As the door retreated, he saw a man sleeping on the table with a pistol at his feet, and a man rubbing his eyes in confusion and trying to stand up.

Pick!

Leonard slipped and knocked out the robber who was about to wake up.

Klein was about to follow in, but suddenly he seemed to sense something, and turned his body suddenly, facing the stairs.

Da, da, da, footsteps gradually became clear from bottom to top. A man wearing a brown coat and without a hat, held a paper bag of bread, walked around the corner of the stairs and headed to the third floor.

Suddenly, he paused and saw the muzzle with a metallic luster looking down at him.

His pupils reflected a young man wearing a half-height silk top hat, a black formal attire and a bow tie of the same color, the other party's cane leaning against the railing, and the dangerous revolver.

"Stop all your movements and raise your hands, three, two..." Klein's tone was low and soothing.

He held the revolver in both hands, trying to use the other party as a target for practice.

In the tense atmosphere, the man in a brown coat threw away the bag of bread and slowly raised his hands.

"Sir, have you misunderstood something?" He stared at Klein's finger on the trigger and squeezed out a little smile.

Klein was unable to tell whether he was a kidnapper companion or a neighbor next door, but there was no abnormality on the surface and said in a deep voice:

"Don't try to struggle, someone will come to identify if it's a misunderstanding later."

At this time, Leonard, who had dealt with the kidnappers in the house, walked out, glanced at the man at the corner of the stairs, and said leisurely:

"It turns out that the kidnapper also has a companion who is responsible for picking up and buying food?"

Hearing this, the man in a brown coat shrank his pupils, suddenly raised his feet, kicking the bag of bread that fell in front of him, trying to block Klein's view.

Klein seemed unaffected, and like a practice, he calmly pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A ball of blood appeared on the man's left shoulder.

He rolled over and was about to escape to the second floor, but Leonard had already reached out to support the railing and jumped down.

With a muffled sound, Leonard fell from the sky and landed on the man.

The man fell into a coma, and Leonard patted the blood stains on it, looked up at Klein and laughed:

"The marksmanship is pretty good."

What I thought was to hit him in the leg... Klein twitched slightly invisibly, and a faint smell of blood was smelled at the end of his nose.

He found that after taking the "Divider" potion, although his vision, hearing and touch had not improved, he could still "see" blocked things and still "hear" faint footsteps, thus making a judgment in advance.

This falls into the category of "inspiration"? Klein nodded thoughtfully, watching Leonard search a sharp dagger from his kidnapper's companion, and watched him "drag" the other party into the room.

Holding a gun in one hand and a staff in the other, Klein walked into the room where the kidnappers were located, and saw Elliott Vickerl awakened by the gunshots, his body changed from curled up to straightening, and slowly sat up.

The original three kidnappers were tied tightly by Leonard using their ropes against Elliot, strung into a string, and threw them into a corner - the insufficient part was torn to replace them.

The man who was shot on the shoulder was unconscious and bandaged, but Leonard despised the dirty and did not help him remove the bullet.

"You, are you?" Elliot stuttered in surprise when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Yes, you guessed it right, very accurate." Leonard, who was half-squatting, replied casually.

Unexpectedly, this guy was really humorous... Klein lowered the revolver and looked at Elliot and said:

"We are the mercenaries your father hired, and you can also call us security personnel."

"Huh, is it true? Am I rescued?" Elliot asked with joy and nod to move around.

It can be seen that in just a few hours since he was kidnapped to now, he suffered a lot, but he lost the impulse that he should have at his age.

Leonard stood up and said to Klein:

"You go below to find the police on patrol and ask them to inform the tobacco dealer. I don't want to take the kids out with these four guys like a kidnapper."

Just thinking about how to deal with the follow-up, Klein nodded, put away the revolver, carried his cane, and walked towards the stairs.

As the first stage went down, he vaguely felt that he had forgotten something and heard Leonard say to Elliot:

"Don't be nervous, you will soon see your father, mother and the old housekeeper Keli, why don't we play the Gunte card?"

...

Klein suppressed his smile, walked into the street outside, and based on the instructions of passers-by, he found two patrol police officers.

Instead of using the badges and documents of the "Special Operations Department", he told the story in full in the name of a professional security staff.

As for the issue of armed forces, he was not worried at all, because he just obtained the "full-class weapon use certificate" the day before yesterday - applying through internal channels will be very fast.

The two policemen looked at each other and separated one to inform the helper, informed the Vikroll family, and the remaining one followed Klein back to the room where the kidnappers were.

After waiting for more than 40 minutes, Leonard took advantage of the opportunity when the police were not paying attention, and Leonard used a color on Klein and let him slip out of the room with him.

"Believe me, going to the police station is a waste of time. Let's leave first." The night watchman with a poetic temperament explained with a relaxed look on his face.

Klein held the mentality of having a tall man with a falling sky, and did not refute and followed behind.

Nearly five minutes later, several fast-moving carriages rushed to the building where the kidnappers were. The old butler Keli accompanied his fat owner Vikroll down.

Until this time, he was still in a state of confusion and could not believe that the good news came so quickly, as fast as a dream.

Suddenly, he heard a crisp sound and subconsciously turned his head and looked over:

A two-wheeled carriage passed by, the windows were open, and Leonard, with black hair and green eyes, snapped his fingers again.

After crossing the Vickerol's carriage, Leonard closed the window, turned around and looked at Klein.

He smiled and raised his right hand and said:

“Happy cooperation!”

We didn't seem to be familiar with each other... Klein politely hit the other person.

He didn't expect the kidnapping case to be resolved so quickly, so he could only secretly sigh that the extraordinary person is indeed extraordinary person. Even his half-baked sequence 9 can do many incredible things.

"This is the nobles' celebration after fencing." Leonard explained with a smile.

"I know." Klein had many noble classmates.

He looked out the window and frowned slightly:

"Don't we confirm with Mr. Keli? If he thinks it was Elliot who was rescued by the police, our remuneration would be half the amount."

Full pounds 100!

As for providing the whereabouts of the kidnappers, there will be no doubts about the "meeting" just now.

"Don't worry, money is not that important to our lives." Leonard spread his hands and smiled.

… To me, it’s very important! Klein squeezed out a polite smile and said:

"Many poets died early because of poverty."

Leonard laughed:

"I believe Elliot will not lie about this matter. I can see that he still has innocence, but even if you get a reward of 200 pounds, you won't be able to get much."

"How much can I share?" Klein asked immediately.

"According to the unwritten rules, half of the remuneration is paid to Mrs. Oriana. As the additional fund of the team, the rest will be divided equally by the participating team members. Unfortunately, you are not a formal member and you can only get 10%."

10 pounds? Not bad... Klein pretended not to feel sorry for him and asked:

"Don't you worry that after the kidnapper wakes up, you will understand that you are affected by extraordinary power?"

"They will not doubt it. They will only think that the weather is too good and suitable for sleep, so they can't help but fall down. They will even believe that chanting only exists in dreams, which is something we have verified." Leonard replied confidently, "But your magic bullet will make people feel strange. Of course, a weird person who likes mystery is a very reasonable explanation."
To be continued...