"Mr. Neil, what happened?" Klein said with a smile as he looked at the other party's weird behavior.
Old Neil still looked at him, silent for a few seconds, then sighed slowly, sat down opposite Klein, and said in a deep voice:
"I didn't expect that you were about to be promoted, and you found inspiration from the motto of 'Peeper' and Dai Li's experience."
"Looking at it this way, we old guys have really lost too much and have been wasted for decades..."
"Mr. Neil!" Klein was about to say something when he was interrupted.
Old Neil could no longer conceal his dejection. He clenched his hands into fists and put them on his knees, his face full of regret.
"You don't need to comfort me, this is something that cannot be changed."
"If, if, I could have known twenty years earlier and found a way to control the potion, if, if, I..."
He covered his face with his hands, and his voice could only come out from between his fingers. It was low as if it had been buried deeply for decades:
"I thought that Dai Li's promotion speed was a miracle of genius, and that it was something special that normal people could not imitate. Now it seems that I was wrong. I had clearly received the revelation at that time, and I was almost close, but I gave up!
"
"No, maybe, that is the miracle of genius. If I were also a genius, it would be better if I could do it earlier." Old Neil suddenly fell silent. After a few minutes of silence, he raised his head and looked at Klein.
"I'm sorry, I lost my composure." He tried to smile as usual, but he was no longer cunning. "I experimented with some ritual magic two days ago, which consumed too much spiritual energy and was a bit shocked."
Klein looked at the other party's reluctant look and didn't know what to say for a moment. He could only consider his words and said with relief:
"Promotion always involves too many risks. Perhaps it was my youth or the sudden opportunity that made me choose danger, and the church does not have a Sequence 8 spy."
"Maybe there is one in the temple, maybe there was a chance to get it before..." Old Neil murmured a few words, shook his head, stood up, and smiled at Klein, "You are right, promotion will be dangerous, at least
I have lived healthy and healthy for decades alone, oh, praise the goddess."
Klein watched as the other party skillfully drew a crimson moon on his chest, walked out of the guard room in a flash, and disappeared from sight.
It took him a long time to get out of the dull atmosphere brought by Old Neil. He lowered his head and looked at the internal information of Nighthawks, preparing to supplement his occult knowledge that had been in short supply since Sun joined the Tarot Society.
Looking at the dense ancient information in front of him, Klein couldn't help but think of the mysterious notes given by Mr. Azik that he had hidden in his bedroom at home.
I don’t know what will be recorded in it. I have already confirmed that it is not dangerous to me... Klein was thinking idly when he suddenly heard the sound of slow and steady footsteps coming from the stairs.
Following the instructions of his inspiration, he looked towards the entrance below, and sure enough, Dunn's figure walked out of it a few seconds later.
"Your letter." Dunn raised his right hand, flicked his wrist, and threw the letter in his hand directly onto Klein's desk.
Klein lowered the hand he intended to take, changed his movement into a palm clasp in the air, and moved the envelope towards him.
He glanced at the signature of the envelope casually, Mr. Honakis... it was a letter from Dast Guderian... Klein suddenly understood.
He carefully found the letter cutter, cut the envelope bit by bit, took out the letter paper and browsed it quickly.
Daxter wants to make an appointment with me to meet at two o'clock in the afternoon. Has he obtained the "Mind Reader" formula? Isn't it true that the Hood Organ he mentioned before is crazy? Klein quickly put down the letter and looked up.
Dunn said:
"Captain, my informant, the 'spectator', he wants to meet me at two o'clock in the afternoon."
Dunn seemed to have anticipated the general situation and asked:
"Did you disclose what happened?"
"No." Klein gave a negative reply.
"Don't let your guard down." Dunn thought as he ordered, "You go ask Leonard to come over for the shift, and I will accompany you to the meeting. In this case, the other party may be in danger, or it may be a trap.
, I will be responsible for your safety."
Klein looked at Dunn's serious look, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, nodded and replied:
"OK!"
............
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Klein and Dunn stopped at the Zotland Street Shooting Club on the passage between shooting ranges 9 and 10.
Klein nodded to the captain, watched Dunn walk into Range 10, and closed the door. He then knocked lightly on the door of Range 9, then opened the door and walked in.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw the insane asylum doctor, Dast Guderian, who was pacing in front of the bullet-riddled target with an uneasy expression.
"What happened?"
"This is not like the behavior of an 'audience'." Klein kept a distance of more than two meters from the other party, and his tone was slightly frivolous.
Dast stopped, looked at Klein, carefully observed his every move, and replied in a deep voice:
"No need to test me, officer, I'm not worth your while."
Then he took a few quick breaths, adjusted himself back to the unique and alienated calmness of the 'audience', and said seriously:
"Hood Organ has been completely out of his element lately."
Klein frowned, relaxed his body guard slightly, and asked:
"Is there any unusual behavior on his part?"
"It's not normal, it's not normal..." Dast murmured a few words and said thoughtfully: "He no longer claims to be a descendant of the nobles of Intis."
"Isn't this normal?" Klein asked, "Maybe he just found that he no longer had to pretend to be crazy and could just use his extraordinary abilities to avoid suspicion."
Dast's tone became slightly excited and he immediately denied:
"No, he no longer claims to be a descendant of the Intis nobles because he has been behaving as if he has lost the ability to think most of the time recently."
"He used to communicate with me normally, teach me how to use extraordinary abilities, and give me some help with my work. But recently, he seems to have lost his ability to think. Not only does he not help me, he also stops talking to anyone.
The whole country was plunged into grief and hysteria."
"Only for a small part of the time, he would calm down, stay alone in the corner, and stare at everyone coldly."
Speaking of this, Dast showed obvious fear and swallowed:
"He has told me before that he is really a noble descendant of Intis, but after a certain ancestor disappeared, his family was suppressed by the Sauron royal family at the time. After that, things gradually became difficult. By his generation,
We can even just maintain a normal life.”
"He was very serious when he spoke to me, and it wasn't like he was pretending." Dast pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses that had slipped slightly, and couldn't even control his tone anymore. "Combined with his recent behavior, I think he is really serious."
He has fallen into some kind of mental illness and regards us as the culprits of all this. He may kill us soon. He almost strangled a patient who provoked him yesterday!"
This is a big problem. An Extraordinary with mental problems may lose control and turn into a monster at any time... In order to appease Dast, Klein calmed down his emotions and just nodded lightly, acting like a monster.
Little things:
"Don't worry, we will send people to secretly observe Hood Ogen, and of course we will protect your safety, but you have to be vigilant at all times and don't reveal any surprises."
Klein thought for a moment and then added:
"You can try to report this matter to the Psychological Alchemy Society and observe the reaction of the top management of your organization."
"Okay." Dast exhaled slowly, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to Klein, "This is the recipe for 'Mind Reader', which I got from Hood Organ."
What I got, I don’t know if it’s correct or not, after all, he’s crazy.”
"It's okay, we will verify it." Klein reassured the other party casually, and then opened it casually and took a look.
After reconfirming the content, Klein folded the paper with the 'Mind Reader' formula on it and put it into his formal pocket.
Klein then tested Dust's potion mastery, and after confirming that the other party no longer heard the "babble", he separated from the other party, pretended to leave, and hid himself in a hidden place at the door.
After confirming that the opponent had left the shooting club, Klein circled back to the passage where Shooting Range No. 9 was located and entered Shooting Range No. 10 on the opposite side.
He opened the door and saw Dunn sitting aside, staring in the direction of the door.
He handed the note in his formal pocket to Dunn, who was getting up, and said:
"Captain, my informant provided a recipe for a 'mind reader' and thanked me for helping him control the harassment of blabbering. At the same time, he also made a request, hoping that we could protect him."
Dunn took the formula, browsed its contents, and asked in a low voice:
"What happened to him?"
Klein thought and described Hood Organ's affairs in relatively concise language.
After reading the formula, Dunn put it away and nodded:
"It is indeed a serious matter, but we cannot take action directly."
"I will first arrange personnel to take turns monitoring the suspected 'psychiatrist' Hood Ogen. However, you have not received professional training yet. You continue to guard Chanis Gate and prepare for promotion."
Dunn smiled: "If you successfully pass the inspection, you should be able to obtain the 'Joker' potion directly with this meritorious service."
Klein also raised the corners of his lips and said briskly:
"I look forward to it."
The two then left the shooting club together and walked back to the Blackthorn Security Company at 32 Zotland Street.
When entering the door, looking at the news about the Plitz ship sinking multiple groups of pirate fleets in the "Backlund Daily" in Roshan's hand, Klein thought wildly:
Hood and Eugen, Hood and Prinz Eugen, the sworn enemies of Germany and Britain on earth who love each other and kill each other, no wonder they went crazy...