The sudden awakening of consciousness made Klein instantly realize that he was in a dream. He immediately followed the normal dreaming reaction and slowly greeted Dunn:
"Good evening, Captain."
Dunn nodded gently:
"Leonard just discovered a possible breakthrough point while chasing the clues left by Lanerwus. He needs your help."
"He needs the help of auxiliary people. The steam train that the 'spyman' appointed by the church took today is broken down and may not arrive until tomorrow morning."
Because steam locomotive failures were relatively normal in this era, Klein didn't think much about it and just imitated his erratic tone and replied:
"OK......"
Standing in Klein's bedroom, Dunn looked down at the road outside the window, thought for a moment, and added:
"You can just go directly to No. 62 in Halls Street. You don't have to go back to Zotland Street. It's faster. Leonard will be waiting for you there."
"I'm sorry for making you work overtime."
In fact, it's not that troublesome... Klein, who was still lying on the bed, rubbed his eyes, squinted and sat up. Despite the fatigue on his body, he slowly put on his clothes.
"Halls Block, how many times has this happened? Welch's murder case, the Aurora cultist who was killed by me, and the fortune-teller club where Triss and Lanreus were involved in the case before are all here.
Together..." Klein adjusted the folds on his coat and muttered.
He walked along the stairs all the way downstairs in his slippers, turned the corner and went into the dining room to get a few slices of bread. At the same time, he told the maid Bella who came from the living room that there was no need to leave food for him at noon.
Then, he took the streetcar at the intersection and arrived at Halls Block. He looked around the surroundings and finally saw Lun standing guard in front of House No. 62 with one hand in his pocket not too far from the public carriage.
Nader.
He was reading a book of poems whose title he couldn't see clearly. In the cold air, he was only wearing a thin white shirt, accompanied by light-colored beige straight trousers underneath, letting the breeze mess him up.
The originally untidy hair creates a unique messy beauty.
Prompted by his spiritual intuition, he looked up and saw Klein walking towards him. He glanced at him with green eyes, closed the book of poems in his hand, pointed with it at the nameplate of House No. 62 in front of him, and raised his chin slightly.
"This is probably the house that Lanerwus once rented under an assumed name."
"How did you find out?" Klein followed his arm, carefully inspected the exterior of the house, and asked slightly curiously.
Leonard glanced at the serious-looking Klein beside him and pointed at his head.
"Of course it depends on logic and reasoning."
"The information you and the captain received from Hood Ogen all pointed to something related to the Aurora Society. How could I not pay attention to the clues in this regard, especially the ones I encountered recently."
The one he met recently? Klein thought about it with some confusion, and then the already blurry memories gradually came to mind.
"Sirius Apiris? You investigated him?"
"Yes, after investigation, I found that Sirius often came back to Halls Block, so I made many portraits of him and Lanerwuss, and asked the residents of Halls Block one by one. Finally, at No. 62
I got an accurate answer from an old gentleman next door." Leonard's right hand holding the poetry book dropped to his side and he raised his eyebrows. "He said that the resident of No. 62 looks very similar to Lanerwus, and
Not long ago, I went to the Southern Continent, saying that I wanted to do business."
"Oh, right after Heinus Vincent died."
It all sounds like a coincidence... Klein frowned, glanced at No. 62, which was no different from the house next to it, and followed Leonard, who had already opened the door, into the house.
He looked at the luxurious but slightly outdated decorations in the room, turned his head to Leonard, who was standing in the center of the living room, and asked:
"Where are the clues you mentioned?"
Leonard spread his hands and shook his head as he said:
"I searched this place and didn't find anything useful, so I came to you."
"My ability in this area is not as good as yours." Klein replied subconsciously.
Leonard, who was playing with a toothpick box on the table, said in a matter-of-fact tone without raising his head:
"But you can divine. You can divine whether there is a hidden compartment or secret room here."
Do you think this is some kind of mystery novel? Klein slandered Leonard, took off the citrine pendant in his hand, and began to do divination skillfully.
He looked at the citrine that he had taken advantage of during the break to summon his spirit body and move it back to reality from the gray fog. He found that it really defied the constraints of gravity after divination, stubbornly raised it and pointed at this
A study room in a house.
Klein hurriedly followed the direction pointed by the citrine pendant and quickly walked into the study of House No. 62. Leonard, who was playing with the toothpick box, also stopped what he was doing, stepped on Klein's shadow, and walked in together.
to the study room.
Klein held up the citrine in his right hand and moved it from the left side of the bookshelf to the right.
Finally, after Klein tried most of the bookshelf, the citrine at the end of the silver chain stopped moving and pointed at a book.
Without waiting for Klein's instructions, Leonard, who had been watching from the side, immediately touched the book. He pressed it first, and after finding no response, he immediately pulled it out from the bookshelf.
Wow!
As the weight of the book disappeared, the wooden surface behind the book suddenly opened, revealing a small hidden compartment.
Leonard groped inside for a while, and finally found the so-called clue. He pressed it with his palm and pulled out a thin envelope.
Letter? Lanerwus actually went to such great lengths to hide only the letter.
Under Klein's supervision, Leonard roughly tore open the seal without admiring the intricate patterns on the envelope's surface.
Leonard moved his fingers a few times, and only one page of letter paper was folded and opened. The text on it was somewhat damp and not very clear.
Klein approached, stood on tiptoes, and watched intently.
"Congratulations, you finally found the clue I deliberately left."
"This shows that you are not too stupid, you still have some brains, and you are still qualified to play an exciting life and death game with me."
"As official lackeys, you should be very aware of how many hidden dangers there are in this land that have not yet exploded."
"Child laborers who died young, factory workers who have been reported by the media to be the third generation of factory workers, and female workers who have recently been ruthlessly deprived of their jobs. These resentments and negative emotions suppressed by the factory are the best breeding grounds for the coming of evil spirits.
And all of this, this is what you risk your lives to protect."
"Your protection is just to maintain the fixed social status quo of the ruling class, and it is just to protect this worst era."
"Of course, for me, this is also the best time and my best opportunity."
"Official Beyonders, are you ready for this life and death game?"
"Madman!" Leonard, who had never been serious in the past, now looked livid and his eyes were more serious than ever before.
Why did he have such a big reaction? Klein glanced at Leonard strangely, and then paid attention to the clues specially left by Lanerwusi at the bottom of the letter.
Through the words on the letter, Klein could almost imagine how proud he was when he wrote this letter. He was a complete sociopath and a lunatic.
"I don't know if it's gentlemen or ladies, what you are about to face is an unprecedented bomb, an ever-expanding bomb. I guess some of you must have been inspired by Hood Ogan before and thought of the bomb.
It’s really not easy.”
"But there are many kinds of bombs. This one is strange enough. It is still moving. If you can't find it, not a single one of the 100,000 people in Tingen City will be left. Believe me, about this kind of bomb.
I tend not to deceive anything as beautiful as art."
"Finally, I wish you a happy game!"
"Your loyal Lanerwus..." Leonard read out the last sentence on the letter paper without any fluctuation, pointed it at the sun for a few times, and then put it into the envelope.
"This shouldn't refer to a real bomb. The captain and I have reported it to the Holy Church before." Klein frowned and said to Leonard thoughtfully, "MI9 has thoroughly investigated all recent arms sales.
None of the transactions pointed to Tingen."
Leonard, who had just turned his head to the side, nodded in agreement. His mouth that was about to say something suddenly froze, his expression quickly became solemn, and he continued what he had not said:
"Lan Erwusi specifically points to the coming of the evil god. This should be a bomb in the occult sense, a bomb that thrives on negative emotions."
"But there have been no related evil ritual incidents in Tingen recently. The only one was Mrs. Sharon, who we have solved." Klein searched for related memories and refuted Leonard's view.
This is something he confirmed with captain Dunn Smith.
"Perhaps, maybe that ritual is not just a killing, it is just a special container, a container that can absorb human negative emotions?" Leonard changed direction and proposed a new hypothesis.
Container... Klein thought of the ghost of a female worker he had dealt with before, and his face suddenly turned pale.
If just a single female worker can fix her own spirit under the influence of negative emotions, how big can this potential danger be gathered with the help of a special container?
"I think we need to report to the captain as soon as possible." Klein tensed up and said seriously to Leonard.
The green-eyed night watcher with a poetic aura did not hesitate, and immediately took the envelope in his hand and strode out of the house.
Klein followed the other party's steps and got into a taxi that happened to stop together without hesitation.
On the bumpy carriage, Klein, who was looking out the window, suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind.
He turned to look at Leonard, who had been tilting his head, and asked tentatively:
"Tell me, if Langeruth wanted to make a movable container, why would he go to Hood Eugen, who can't leave the asylum and is better at the spiritual realm, for help?"
Leonard, whose thinking was interrupted, responded casually:
"Maybe it's to hide his whereabouts. After all, Lanervus can't create a very complicated container by himself. This is not the specialty of the 'scammer'..."
Suddenly, the two people on the carriage looked at each other at the same time, and a very crazy idea flashed through their minds.