"Have you been feeling uneasy lately?" Klein turned sideways and aimed at the paper target in front of him, skillfully emptying the bullets from the revolver with his revolver.
Dust watched the dark holes blooming on the paper target, and turned his head to look at Klein with interest:
"You seem more confident and stronger than before."
"Have you been promoted?"
Klein twisted his body, looked at Dr. Dust beside him, and casually shook off the revolver of the pistol. With a crisp clanging sound, six brass bullet casings reflecting the faint light danced and scattered on the ground.
"After all, I have completely mastered the potion before." Klein's tone was casual, but he seemed to have remembered something, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, looking a bit grandiose. "Are you still scared to sleep by Hood Ogen?"
Dast turned his face away slightly, curled his lips secretly, and muttered:
"What made me sleepless before was the faint roar of dragons in my dreams."
He casually loaded six rounds of bullets into his revolver, with a hint of dodge in his eyes:
"However, something did go wrong recently. I feel like the signs of schizophrenia that I had finally suppressed have reappeared."
Didn't I vaguely tell you some of the "acting method" content? Klein held the gun in his right hand and looked at Dr. Dust, who only had half of his face under the light, thought for a moment and said:
"Have you reported these matters to your senior management again? What is Hood Ogan's current status?"
Dast froze in the shadows and said in silence for a few seconds:
"I...I reported it to the higher-ups. They appointed another 'psychiatrist', as he called himself. He came to check on Hood Eugen's condition and told me not to panic and to be mentally alert.
The symptoms of schizophrenia are just the sequelae of not fully grasping the 'audience' potion. As long as you carefully observe and distinguish, you can effectively suppress the momentum of your own schizophrenia, and the faint dragon roar will not appear again."
"So, what was your senior management's final decision to deal with Hood Organ?" Klein asked thoughtfully.
Daxter put the revolver in his hand into the gun basket beside him, looked up at Klein, the light in his golden eyes flickered slightly.
"They said they would pick up Hood Eugen from Tingen when they were ready, and would give me a new address for contact in the future."
Pick him up directly. This is indeed the method that a secret organization would take. After all, a Sequence Seven 'psychiatrist' is not a member that can be discarded at will for the Heart Alchemy Society that was founded too short ago. He may already know
Some secrets, even if they are not very important... Klein smiled and comforted the other party:
"This is also a good thing for you. As long as Hood Eugen leaves Tingen, you don't have to worry about anything extra, right?"
When Dast heard Klein's words, the tense muscles on his face relaxed slightly, and he looked ahead without focus and said:
"Yes, as long as he leaves, my mental state will improve and I can sleep well."
When Klein saw Dast heaving a sigh of relief, he also put away his gun and gently put it into the gun basket beside him. After comforting him for a few more words, he turned around and prepared to leave.
Just as he stepped onto the threshold of the small shooting range, he was suddenly startled and heard a crisp "pop" in his head.
I didn't ask him about Hood Ogen's detailed status just now. I didn't ask him about Hood Ogen's recent actions. I forgot... Klein frowned gradually, turned around slowly, and looked
He turned to Dr. Dust behind him.
Although the doctor was still standing blankly with his eyes blank as before, his hand had already tightened his grip on the revolver that Klein had put into the gun basket just now, the gun closest to Klein!
Klein's mind turned, and the image of Dust skillfully raising his right arm to shoot himself quickly emerged.
boom!
Dust's actions were just as Klein expected. He raised his hands mechanically and pulled the trigger.
Fortunately, as soon as the picture appeared in his mind, Klein was already pulled by his nerves and swooped away from the paper target. The bullet only grazed the dark brown door frame, leaving a trail.
Traces of scorch.
Klein followed the inertia of jumping forward, rolled on the ground, and jumped forward again, leaving behind him a trail of charred bullet marks from bullets.
One bullet, two bullets, three bullets... He quickly dodged and counted the gunshots silently. As he ran, he glanced at Daxter, who was still standing there and continuing to shoot.
His gloomy eyes were hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses that reflected a little bit of white light, and his expression was stiff, like that of a qualified 'audience', indifferent and extremely alienated.
Being controlled! Klein's heart tightened. Using the ultimate sense of balance brought by the 'Joker' potion, his right hand took out the tarot card that he had specially put in his pocket today. He instantly turned around and ran in the opposite direction, shaking it quickly.
From his wrist, several tarot cards flew out that were hardened and as strong as sharp blades.
boom!
There was another gunshot, and most of the Tarot cards that were thrown out were avoided by Daxter who suddenly jumped up, but there was still one that cut into his gun-holding wrist, piercing him open.
The blood vessels, dark red blood spurted out.
"Ah!" Dust immediately covered his wrist, letting the revolver with two bullets fall down, and growled.
Invisible sound waves spread out rapidly, and this low roar containing anger and pain suddenly penetrated into the mind of Klein, who was about to throw out the second wave of tarot cards, and was so shocked that blood came out of his ears.
Is this the ability of the "audience"? Klein endured the pain, took advantage of Dast's immobility, took a few steps, instantly closed the distance, grabbed the opponent's arm, and threw Dast away from his back.
He took the opportunity to pick up the pistol lying on the floor.
"Hehehe..." Dust made a creepy friction sound in his throat, and his body struggled and trembled. Under Klein's gaze, protein-colored scales sprouted all over his body, and fingernails sprouted all over his body.
It grows long and becomes dark brown, almost black.
This... Klein looked at the change in front of him, and the expression on his face suddenly turned ferocious. He originally thought that the other party was just discovered by the higher-ups of the Psychological Alchemy Society to have an affair with the Nighthawks, and they forcibly exerted control.
I thought that Dust would suddenly lose control during the battle.
Blurred pictures quickly passed through Klein's mind, some were pale, some were green and black, or some were dark blue, and finally settled on a touch of dark red.
His eyes were no longer blank, he pursed his lips tightly, raised his arm familiarly, and pulled the trigger numbly like he practiced every day.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Two dimly glowing brass shells fell freely and made a clanging sound. Daxter, who was lying low on the floor, curled up, struggling and trembling, ready to strike back at any time, had lost his life, and above him,
At the bottom, red, yellow and white are mixed together and become a blur.
"Ha, ha..." Klein gasped. After staring at Dast's body in silence for a while, he slumped down the revolver that he had emptied of the magazine and pulled out the embroidered pattern on the corner.
The handkerchief gently covered the back of Dust's head that was already unrecognizable.
Because there are many customers in the shooting range now, and the sound of gunfire can be heard everywhere, the fierce battle just now did not attract anyone's attention. No one noticed what happened in this old shooting range.
Klein silently closed the wooden door of the shooting range, took out the props used in the psychic ritual one by one from his formal pocket, and used the familiar technique of creating a spiritual wall to seal off the entire room.
He completed the arrangement of the psychic ceremony in a quiet environment, took out the usual pen and paper from his pocket, quickly wrote down the corresponding divination sentences, and recited silently:
"Psychological alchemy will make Daxter hide everything."
"Psychological alchemy will make Daxter hide everything."
...
The moment he finished reciting silently for the seventh time, Klein instantly sat on the floor, his head lowered, and entered a dream.
In the darkness, he saw a small room with a faint light.
Dast and a man in formal attire sitting in a wheelchair faced each other across the table, and the two were communicating as usual.
The man in the wheelchair said with a mellow voice:
"The next time you meet the Nighthawks, you will kill the 'divineer' who knows that you have heard the dragon's roar, and will attribute all of this to the fact that you have been hearing nonsense for a long time and cannot control your state. If you encounter an accident, you
Just stimulate the seeds I gave you, and of course, you have to 'forget' this."
Dast, who was sitting opposite him, had no focus in his eyes and responded in a confused manner:
"Yes, sir."
Suddenly, the colors in the entire dream were distorted and reconstructed into another scene.
This time it was Dast who was still sitting at the table, but there was no trace of the man in the wheelchair around him. He was just looking through the visitor records of the lunatic asylum, muttering to himself:
"El, June 18th, June 27th, July 4th, the last time I visited was July 4th."
He casually sat an annotation next to him and wrote seriously:
"Langleus."
As the last letter of Doctor Dast was formed, the light in the entire scene suddenly lit up. After a burst of white light, the slightly crazy and tired figure of Hood Eugen appeared opposite Dast's desk.
Dast was wary of this 'teacher' who led him on an extraordinary path, and asked thoughtfully:
"Are you still planning to return to Intis recently?"
Hood Ogen was like a machine that had been mentioned with keywords. The turbidity in his eyes subsided a little, revealing a rare clarity, and he said vaguely:
"I can't go back, I can't go back, everyone is gone, why should I go back?"
Dast looked at his slightly clear eyes and asked tentatively:
"Are you really a noble from Intis?"
Hood Eugen was stunned for a long time. Just when Dast was about to give up, he suddenly grinned:
"Hey, do you know which sequence the Nighthawk you came into contact with before belongs to?"
"Our sequence is the same as that of the Eugen family. Only I am an outlier. I chose an audience that can more easily hide myself."
Speaking of this, his expression suddenly changed, his face became sad, his voice became hoarse, and he began to sob:
"I'm a coward. I should have waited for him to come back, just like my grandfather. I should have..."
Looking at Hood Eugen, who was sometimes crying and sometimes resentful, Dast couldn't help clenching his hands. After struggling a few times, he gritted his teeth and asked the final question:
"You seem to have expected that you are going crazy. Why did you tell me the name Lanerwus? I saw his wanted list today!"
Hood Ogen, who was holding his head in regret, suddenly stopped crying and seemed to have regained his composure. He slowly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot and full of madness. He bared his teeth and his expression was distorted.
He said with a smile every word:
"He is my friend, my friend. He told me how to approach greatness. I have a chance for revenge. Haha, Dast, as long as I succeed, the Sauron family that has now declined will definitely suffer retribution.
Dust, let us celebrate together, celebrate!"
As he spoke, Hood Eugen, who had been slumped in the chair, suddenly straightened his body and flew towards Dr. Dast opposite.
The frightened Dast retreated quickly and rang the golden bell on the table.
With the crisp sound of the bell, the entire dream was shattered. In reality, Klein, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, raised his lowered head, his eyes were dull, and he sighed secretly.
He already knew that this was an attack against the Nighthawks, an action planned by the top management of the Psychological Alchemy Society to keep it secret, and Daxter was just a pawn of the other party.
Klein packed up the items used in the channeling ceremony, dismantled the spiritual wall, and walked to the front desk in silence. The front desk employee with a calm voice said:
"Could you please notify the nearby police station?"
"Inspector Moretti from the Seventh Group of the Special Operations Department of the Ahowa County Police Department is asking for assistance from the same team." After speaking, Klein also deliberately took out the badge and ID that could prove his identity from his formal pocket.
Show it to the staff at the range front desk.
"Uh, okay, please wait a moment." The young man at the front desk quickly scanned Klein's ID a few times and seemed a little embarrassed when he was sure it was correct.
He glanced left and right, made sure no one was around, and then lowered his voice and asked:
"Excuse me, what happened here?"
Klein looked at the slightly panicked expression on the other party's face and calmly comforted the young man who was older than himself:
"It has been solved, but we still need to check the scene. I will seal off the small shooting range No. 3. If my companions come later, you only need to tell them where I am, and there is no need to lead the way."
"Okay, okay." The young man standing behind the front desk responded twice, quickly ran to a small room not far away, woke up his still sleepy colleagues and quickly explained the situation, and then
A man ran out of the shooting range gate.
Klein looked at the neat figure of the other party, and after explaining the situation to the employee who had just been awakened, he turned and walked back to the No. 3 small shooting range, closing the wooden door that was scorched by bullets.
He stood in the old shooting range, walked slowly towards Dr. Dust, whose head was covered by a white handkerchief, sat down next to him, and remained silent for a long time.