In the darkness, the man whose face was shrouded in shadow bowed slightly.
This is the captain...
His eyes kept moving on the other person's black knee-length windbreaker. Klein closed his eyes and dragged himself out of his unrealistic fantasy.
The captain is dead...
"Good evening sir, do you know who you are?"
Klein pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, a genuine question flashing through his eyes.
He felt a familiar breath in the fog that shrouded the dream... This breath was similar to the breath he had felt behind Chanis' door, and very similar to the feeling he had felt from Ms. Fran, tranquility.
Quiet.
This is the demigod of the church. Have they discovered my identity?
Klein subconsciously made the worst plan, but soon he gave up this guess.
If he were a true demigod, it would be impossible for him to find the energy to continue thinking now. It would be more likely that his mind would remain blank unconsciously like the last time he faced Ms. Fran.
Did he use similar items, or did he have a high-sequence blessing?
While Klein was thinking, Dunn turned around in a familiar manner, sat on the sofa opposite him, and clasped his hands.
The layout of Minsk Street 17 and 15 is almost identical.
"I'm just a detective passing by and want to ask you some questions."
Dunn looked at the calm Klein in front of him, and the darkness behind him was connected in a subtle way.
Obviously, the effect of falling asleep is not perfect.
Of course, it is also possible that Backlund's former colleague just stimulated this gentleman during the investigation, so that he had to be more careful to prevent the other party from "waking up" in his dream.
"Ask me some questions?" Klein also observed the other party's every move.
"I saw you going to Singh Fizik Hospital today with a female police officer?"
How did he know I went to the hospital?
Klein was a little surprised at first, and then recalled everything in the hospital today in his mind.
"Yes, I accepted a commission yesterday, and my employer's son lives in that hospital."
When he was in the hospital today, most of his attention was on Will Asceptin and Ms. Daly, and he did not pay attention to the passers-by around him.
Judging from what the other party meant, the focus of his words was the female police officer who was traveling with me and the Singh Fizik Hospital.
Is he from MI9?
I remember Will Asceptin once said that the ward next door to his was always under tight control by MI9.
Although he really wanted to continue observing the mysterious man in front of him whose face was obscured by shadows, considering that he was still in a dreamy state, Klein had to pretend that his eyes were confused and he was distracted by his thoughts.
Dunn still maintained an upright sitting posture and nodded habitually.
"Can you tell me more about the commission you accepted?"
"At that time..." The darkness in the dream gathered, and the feeling of embarrassment gradually climbed into Klein's mind, trying to guide him to lower his inner guard. The escaping power collided with the surrounding mist, and there was a possibility of fusion.
sign.
With a confused look in his eyes, Klein told the story of accepting the commission "truthfully", his eyes looked blankly in the direction of Dunn, and his voice sounded like he was talking in sleep.
It is indeed the habit of public servants... Klein, who barely managed to avoid leaking anything because of his "clown" ability, examined Dunn's behavior from a distracted perspective.
He removed the part involving the two "Serpents of Mercury" in Neville Asceptin's commission, leaving only the part where her youngest son was cursed and he proposed to ask the church for help in solving the matter.
In this way, even if the other party really tries to explore Will Auceptin's true and false identity, he will probably only be perfunctory by some angel, or directly encounter the Nighthawks who are trying to deal with the "devil".
Although I don’t know his true identity, there is no need for me to trap him... Klein sighed a little in his heart, only hoping that the mysterious man opposite could leave early and give himself more time to sleep.
"Well, thank you for your cooperation and wish you a sweet dream."
After roughly understanding the full story of the incident, Dunn stood up slowly and bowed to the "sleeping" Klein out of habit.
Could it be that I am being paranoid?
Although his neighbor is an extraordinary person, is he really just a steam believer who doesn't know much about mysticism?
And his sequence is definitely not higher than his own, most likely sequence nine... Dunn rubbed his chin in embarrassment and exited the dream.
On Minsk No. 15, he sat on the bedside, his eyes glued to the black-and-white photo between his fingers, and his eyes narrowed to a slit.
"Anyway, I'm dead in the eyes of the church."
"Yes, I'm dead."
As if he was convincing himself, he repeated it again, put away the black and white photo in his hand, placed it with the gold-rimmed glasses neatly placed on the bedside table, and turned around to lie down.
...
"Thank you for your cooperation and wish you a sweet dream."
In the hazy mixture of milky white mist and darkness, Klein breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the shadow-shrouded figure of the mysterious man gradually fade away.
"Finally left."
In his spiritual vision, there are no other astral entities present in his dreams.
"I don't know how fun my dream is. Let's ask one or two..." He mumbled with a bit of resentment, and his spirituality overflowed from within, and was about to wrap around him.
The last time he suffered this kind of torture was when the captain was digesting the potion... He moved his neck, which would not feel sore in dreams, and moved his eyes at will, and inadvertently glanced at a man standing on one leg in his house.
Child on the floor in the living room.
"Will Asceptin!"
Klein, who was about to leave the dreamland, trembled violently, and his illusory feet once again stepped on the ground in the dreamland.
"Why are you here?"
Although there have been many "visitors" in his dream today, Klein still couldn't help but scream when he saw this "Snake of Mercury" here.
It's not that he's afraid that the other party will harm him.
"Secret" is probably sitting on the gray fog watching now. Is he trying to do something to himself because he doesn't want to live long?
"I just saw two 'nightmares' here. I could only wait for them to hide nearby, so I didn't say hello to you."
The stiff-headed Will Asceptin pointed to the darkness outside the window with an innocent look on his face.
If I hadn't seen your tricks during the day, I would really believe it... Although he was dissatisfied with the other party for disturbing his sleep, but he couldn't beat him again and again, and his rank was not as high as others, so Klein could only sit down calmly.
.
"How did you get into my dream?"
Dreams should not belong to the authority of the path of destiny.
"Do you still remember the paper crane I gave you?"
Will Auceptin jumped on one leg on the sofa opposite Klein, his tumor-covered left calf hanging in the air, and his two stubby little hands folded together like a flying bird.
The paper crane that can communicate with Will Asceptin in his dreams as long as it's with you?
Klein suddenly remembered that the paper crane seemed to be in his clothes hanging by the bedside.
When you don’t need it in the future, you must put it farther away from me!
His sleep was interrupted five times and three times, and Klein had to bring some personal grudges with him.
"I'm here to give you something, didn't you ask for it yourself?"
As if sensing Klein's vague resentment, Will Asceptin couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved.
Send me something?
Can you store lucky charms?
Klein's eyes instantly lit up, and all kinds of dissatisfaction were swept away.
"Is that the charm?"
I really don’t know what an angel-level talisman will look like. Its strangeness must be stronger than the Sun Flame Talisman!
It's a pity that the two talismans were lost in the battle with the True Creator Son of God, and the mutated Holy Emblem of the Sun was also locked behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen. If nothing else happens, I should never have the chance to use it in my life.
It makes a spell.
"In short, this is the total reward for this commission."
Will Unsay bit his lip, and although he was a little reluctant, he still took out the charm he had prepared.
On the white scales, snake-shaped patterns dotted with scarlet blood shone with a strange light. Numerous fine Elvish words surrounded both sides of the patterns, forming a ring that was connected upside down.
Ouroboros... Examining the red and white that exuded soft light in the darkness of the dream, Klein was a little surprised.
Combining the pattern of the Möbius strip and the characteristics of the Ouroboros, combined with the power of "destiny", he may have guessed the true ability of the concept mastered by the destiny path.
By manipulating everyone's luck, or regulating the probabilities of various situations when a person makes choices, can we achieve the effect of manipulating the direction of everything in the world?
But the ability of the "audience" seems to be able to achieve similar effects.
And judging from the description of its own power by "Secret", the ability in the "time and space" field can indeed predict the future to a certain extent, and the "divineer" path can also control the power of good luck. Is this also a reference to fate or destiny?
A kind of interference that talks about the trajectory of things.
After reaching the realm of gods, the abilities of various channels can achieve a certain degree of omnipotence through their own authority?
Or is it just that the paths of some abilities overlap, just like what "Mystery" describes, one path only occupies the majority of one authority, and the rest is divided up by other paths. Balance is the truth.
"What are its specific capabilities?"
With all kinds of speculations flying in his mind, Klein stretched out his hand, grabbed the talisman hanging in the air, and asked Will Asceptin.
Will Ascetin, who has a tumor on his left leg, pouted.
"This is a spell that can be reused. Of course, it has a time limit and a time limit."
"Because its essence is a drop of my blood, you can make the most of it to collect your own usual luck, or rely on other abilities to steal other people's luck and put it in it, and then release it when needed."
"However, if you encounter danger that you cannot escape, you can also directly detonate this spell. The price is that you will be in bad luck for a month from now on."
"Of course, this is not a problem for you." Will Asceptin glanced at Klein, indicating something.