Who Ah?Klein looked up suddenly and looked at the door.
He felt that he had a disease now, fearing that the doorbell ringed, was exactly the same as the symptoms of being afraid that the phone would come in when he was on Earth.
Putting down the newspapers and magazines, looking at the empty plate with no seasoning left, Klein got up and walked towards the door.
Before he could hold the handle, he already knew that it was Dr. Alan outside.
Don't you have to go to work?Klein muttered and reached out to open the door.
Good morning, Allen, today's fog is gray.He said with a smile.
Allen still had the cold expression, but there was a little more anxiety and fear.
He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and said straightforwardly:
Sherlock, I'm dreaming again!I dreamed of Will Ansitine again!
Ah?Klein almost stood there.
This is not right?
The authentic paper crane is here, on the gray fog, and the paper crane I folded is here with the night watcher. Can you continue to dream of Will Ansitine with a low-quality paper crane folded by the night watcher?
This is unscientific, no, this is not mystical... Klein suddenly became serious and immediately asked:
Or the dream before?
No, it's not that scary this time.Alan calmed down a little, I dreamed of Green Cemetery, do you know Green Cemetery?
Know.Klein replied in concise words.
Outside Green's cemetery, he caught a group of spirit dancers and a mysterious scholar Copstee who was snatching his feet, and obtained another copper whistle that could summon messengers.
Alan took a breath of cold air and continued:
I dreamed of the woods outside Green's cemetery, and dreamed of a birch tree with a circle of skin off its waist. Will Anssetin sat under the tree and looked at me quietly.
Then what?Klein asked a question.
Allen shook his head: The dream is over here.
What a strange thing... Could it be that Dr. Allen's dream has nothing to do with that paper crane?
No, if it doesn't matter, there will be no situation where the dream will change after replacing the Thousand Paper Crane. Moreover, I have used the Thousand Paper Crane to divine on the gray fog, and I have received corresponding inspiration... Klein carefully said:
This is no longer within my understanding. Alan, what do you want to do when you ask me?
The heat that Allen exhaled drifted in the air for the white mist: I want to go outside Green's Cemetery to take a look, now, just during the day, can you protect me?I will pay the commission fee, 1 pound.
Now explore the scenes that have appeared in your dreams?
There shouldn't be anything too strange during the day... Klein thought for a while and said: I can accept this commission, but I suggest you go to church before this and tell the dream you are familiar with.
Allen said um, and then said with some confusion: Why do you always suggest me to go to church?I know, you have explained before that in a very logical way, if there is magical power, the church that can always dominate the human world must be the most powerful force. If not, then going to the church can at least get psychological comfort and corresponding personal resources. However, why do you suggest me to go to the church?
Klein thought about it for two seconds and replied seriously:
I am a detective and I can get in touch with many unusual things, so I understand the special nature of the church and when and what should I ask for help from them.
Really?Allen looked solemn when he heard it.
Klein immediately raised the corner of his mouth:
Just kidding.
Allen, let's relax, I'll change my clothes first, and clean the tableware.
He chatted with Allen at the door without wearing a thick coat for a long time, his body was a little stiff due to the cold wind.
Taking this opportunity, Klein went to the bathroom, got above the fog, divined the danger of the commission, and concluded that there was almost no risk.
If he gains dangerous revelation, his plan is to rely on the entrusted mandate of the Goddess of the Night.
…………
Hilston District, Star Church.
Sherlock, why don't you hire a maid?As a great detective, you can afford several servants.Allen asked in confusion as he led Crane into the largest church in the Hilston District of the Goddess Church of the Night.
This is something he wanted to ask in the carriage, but he has never found a chance to get to the topic.
Klein sighed and said heavily:
Alan, I'll tell you a story. There was a detective who hired two maids, a chef and an assistant. He lived a pretty good life, but one day, he took over a case and successfully locked up the murderer. The murderer was a very savage and cruel person. He sneaked into the detective's home with the idea of revenge.
The detective was a fighting expert and ended up being slightly injured, but his servants died because of it.
Allen, do you understand?
I see.Alan's tone was obviously sympathetic, Sherlock, it turns out that you still have this experience.
No, the protagonist has nothing to do with me, this is just a story I just made up... I can't tell you directly that I have involved many strange and mysterious events. There are often ulterior secrets at home. If you can't invite a servant, it's better not to invite him... Klein looked ahead and sighed.
The cleaning of his room was mainly carried out by Mrs. Starling Summer's maid, twice a week, only the most basic cleaning, once 1 Suler.
While talking, the two of them had already entered the hall of Fanxing Church.
Here we adhere to the usual style of the Goddess of the Night Church, with dimness, tranquility and sparse candlelight.
At the front of the hall is a holy platform engraved with the dark holy emblem. On it, stars are inlaid with self-luminous pearls, and red gems are used to form a crimson moon. The rest is all dark night.
At first glance, there are stars and crimson, which are particularly sacred.
But Klein felt that this was not as good as the design of St. Selena Church in Tingen. The hall was pitch black, and there was light in front of it. From one round hole the size of a fist, it seemed that people could directly see the starry sky, and feel awe from the heart.
However, there was also a problem with that design. By night, the effect was gone... Klein found a random seat to sit down, took off his half-height silk top hat, and leaned on his black hardwood cane. Alan continued to walk along the aisle and headed straight to the confessional room to find the bishop.
Sitting in such a hall, looking at the believers around him who were praying attentively, Klein's heart suddenly felt peaceful.
Speaking of which, I have only entered the goddess' church for the third time... He smiled self-deprecatingly.
…………
Winter County, inside the tranquil church.
Leonard Mitchell put on a black windbreaker and red gloves and entered the room belonging to senior deacon Crestessima.
Congratulations, I have officially become a red glove, and I hope the goddess will protect you.Cecima drew a crimson moon on her chest.
He still covered his mouth with his high vertical collar.
It is my honor to praise the goddess.Leonard raised his right hand and pointed it around clockwise.
Sesimma didn't say much, and got to the point:
According to your own request, I put you in the Squad, a 'requiem' with his own magical items and extraordinary weapons you need, and I have also ordered someone to prepare for you.
You have been mainly responsible for a devil summoning case recently, and also taking into account the collection of clues, such as continuous events in Beckland, related to the Tarot ritual.
Yes, Lord Sesimma.Leonard had no objection to this.
This will be the beginning of my revenge... He said silently in his heart.
…………
West End, outside Green Cemetery.
Klein accompanied Dr. Allen and walked in the nearby woods for a long time, and from time to time he coughed a few times by the falling dust.
Perhaps there is no such tree, and dreams cannot be completely reflected in reality.After finding the end, Allen himself was a little uncertain.
Fortunately, I am good at finding things... Klein pointed his way with his cane:
Let's take a look there and make the final effort.
good.Allen gasped.
After the two walked for a while, Allen suddenly stopped and pointed at the diagonal front:
There, there!
More than ten meters away, a birch tree with a circle of skin on its waist stood there quietly, as if waiting for the two of them.
It's exactly the same as in my dreams.Allen said very surely.
Klein smiled slightly alertly:
But there is no Will Anceptin.
Alan approached the birch tree, frowned and looked for a while, and suddenly pointed to the roots and said:
Will Ansette was sitting here at the time, pointing his hand at the dirt below!
Pointing to the soil below?Klein stood beside him, looking down at the place where there was almost no dead grass:
You want to dig it out?
Allen nodded: I have found this place, so I have to confirm what is there. Sherlock, you go to the cemetery to borrow two shovels.
Or I will stay here, you go to the cemetery, and I am worried that an accident will happen.Klein said cautiously.
good.Allen did not refuse and immediately left the woods.
After a while, he spent money, returned with three shovels and a gravekeeper, and began to try to dig.
As Klein was digging, he suddenly smelled some familiar smell, and as the surface soil separated, the things below gradually became exposed.
It was a highly decayed child's body!
His skin and flesh were almost melting, and many bugs crawled in and out of his nose and mouth.
when!
The shovel in Allen's hand fell and hit a stone.
He pointed to the legs of the corpse, his mouth twitching wildly but could not speak.
Klein endured the disgust and looked carefully and found that the child's body had obviously missing the lower half of the left leg.
Meanwhile, Allen took two steps back and fell to the ground, shouting with a sharp voice:
Will Ansetine!Will Ansetine!
That is Will Ansetine's body!
He felt that he had a disease now, fearing that the doorbell ringed, was exactly the same as the symptoms of being afraid that the phone would come in when he was on Earth.
Putting down the newspapers and magazines, looking at the empty plate with no seasoning left, Klein got up and walked towards the door.
Before he could hold the handle, he already knew that it was Dr. Alan outside.
Don't you have to go to work?Klein muttered and reached out to open the door.
Good morning, Allen, today's fog is gray.He said with a smile.
Allen still had the cold expression, but there was a little more anxiety and fear.
He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and said straightforwardly:
Sherlock, I'm dreaming again!I dreamed of Will Ansitine again!
Ah?Klein almost stood there.
This is not right?
The authentic paper crane is here, on the gray fog, and the paper crane I folded is here with the night watcher. Can you continue to dream of Will Ansitine with a low-quality paper crane folded by the night watcher?
This is unscientific, no, this is not mystical... Klein suddenly became serious and immediately asked:
Or the dream before?
No, it's not that scary this time.Alan calmed down a little, I dreamed of Green Cemetery, do you know Green Cemetery?
Know.Klein replied in concise words.
Outside Green's cemetery, he caught a group of spirit dancers and a mysterious scholar Copstee who was snatching his feet, and obtained another copper whistle that could summon messengers.
Alan took a breath of cold air and continued:
I dreamed of the woods outside Green's cemetery, and dreamed of a birch tree with a circle of skin off its waist. Will Anssetin sat under the tree and looked at me quietly.
Then what?Klein asked a question.
Allen shook his head: The dream is over here.
What a strange thing... Could it be that Dr. Allen's dream has nothing to do with that paper crane?
No, if it doesn't matter, there will be no situation where the dream will change after replacing the Thousand Paper Crane. Moreover, I have used the Thousand Paper Crane to divine on the gray fog, and I have received corresponding inspiration... Klein carefully said:
This is no longer within my understanding. Alan, what do you want to do when you ask me?
The heat that Allen exhaled drifted in the air for the white mist: I want to go outside Green's Cemetery to take a look, now, just during the day, can you protect me?I will pay the commission fee, 1 pound.
Now explore the scenes that have appeared in your dreams?
There shouldn't be anything too strange during the day... Klein thought for a while and said: I can accept this commission, but I suggest you go to church before this and tell the dream you are familiar with.
Allen said um, and then said with some confusion: Why do you always suggest me to go to church?I know, you have explained before that in a very logical way, if there is magical power, the church that can always dominate the human world must be the most powerful force. If not, then going to the church can at least get psychological comfort and corresponding personal resources. However, why do you suggest me to go to the church?
Klein thought about it for two seconds and replied seriously:
I am a detective and I can get in touch with many unusual things, so I understand the special nature of the church and when and what should I ask for help from them.
Really?Allen looked solemn when he heard it.
Klein immediately raised the corner of his mouth:
Just kidding.
Allen, let's relax, I'll change my clothes first, and clean the tableware.
He chatted with Allen at the door without wearing a thick coat for a long time, his body was a little stiff due to the cold wind.
Taking this opportunity, Klein went to the bathroom, got above the fog, divined the danger of the commission, and concluded that there was almost no risk.
If he gains dangerous revelation, his plan is to rely on the entrusted mandate of the Goddess of the Night.
…………
Hilston District, Star Church.
Sherlock, why don't you hire a maid?As a great detective, you can afford several servants.Allen asked in confusion as he led Crane into the largest church in the Hilston District of the Goddess Church of the Night.
This is something he wanted to ask in the carriage, but he has never found a chance to get to the topic.
Klein sighed and said heavily:
Alan, I'll tell you a story. There was a detective who hired two maids, a chef and an assistant. He lived a pretty good life, but one day, he took over a case and successfully locked up the murderer. The murderer was a very savage and cruel person. He sneaked into the detective's home with the idea of revenge.
The detective was a fighting expert and ended up being slightly injured, but his servants died because of it.
Allen, do you understand?
I see.Alan's tone was obviously sympathetic, Sherlock, it turns out that you still have this experience.
No, the protagonist has nothing to do with me, this is just a story I just made up... I can't tell you directly that I have involved many strange and mysterious events. There are often ulterior secrets at home. If you can't invite a servant, it's better not to invite him... Klein looked ahead and sighed.
The cleaning of his room was mainly carried out by Mrs. Starling Summer's maid, twice a week, only the most basic cleaning, once 1 Suler.
While talking, the two of them had already entered the hall of Fanxing Church.
Here we adhere to the usual style of the Goddess of the Night Church, with dimness, tranquility and sparse candlelight.
At the front of the hall is a holy platform engraved with the dark holy emblem. On it, stars are inlaid with self-luminous pearls, and red gems are used to form a crimson moon. The rest is all dark night.
At first glance, there are stars and crimson, which are particularly sacred.
But Klein felt that this was not as good as the design of St. Selena Church in Tingen. The hall was pitch black, and there was light in front of it. From one round hole the size of a fist, it seemed that people could directly see the starry sky, and feel awe from the heart.
However, there was also a problem with that design. By night, the effect was gone... Klein found a random seat to sit down, took off his half-height silk top hat, and leaned on his black hardwood cane. Alan continued to walk along the aisle and headed straight to the confessional room to find the bishop.
Sitting in such a hall, looking at the believers around him who were praying attentively, Klein's heart suddenly felt peaceful.
Speaking of which, I have only entered the goddess' church for the third time... He smiled self-deprecatingly.
…………
Winter County, inside the tranquil church.
Leonard Mitchell put on a black windbreaker and red gloves and entered the room belonging to senior deacon Crestessima.
Congratulations, I have officially become a red glove, and I hope the goddess will protect you.Cecima drew a crimson moon on her chest.
He still covered his mouth with his high vertical collar.
It is my honor to praise the goddess.Leonard raised his right hand and pointed it around clockwise.
Sesimma didn't say much, and got to the point:
According to your own request, I put you in the Squad, a 'requiem' with his own magical items and extraordinary weapons you need, and I have also ordered someone to prepare for you.
You have been mainly responsible for a devil summoning case recently, and also taking into account the collection of clues, such as continuous events in Beckland, related to the Tarot ritual.
Yes, Lord Sesimma.Leonard had no objection to this.
This will be the beginning of my revenge... He said silently in his heart.
…………
West End, outside Green Cemetery.
Klein accompanied Dr. Allen and walked in the nearby woods for a long time, and from time to time he coughed a few times by the falling dust.
Perhaps there is no such tree, and dreams cannot be completely reflected in reality.After finding the end, Allen himself was a little uncertain.
Fortunately, I am good at finding things... Klein pointed his way with his cane:
Let's take a look there and make the final effort.
good.Allen gasped.
After the two walked for a while, Allen suddenly stopped and pointed at the diagonal front:
There, there!
More than ten meters away, a birch tree with a circle of skin on its waist stood there quietly, as if waiting for the two of them.
It's exactly the same as in my dreams.Allen said very surely.
Klein smiled slightly alertly:
But there is no Will Anceptin.
Alan approached the birch tree, frowned and looked for a while, and suddenly pointed to the roots and said:
Will Ansette was sitting here at the time, pointing his hand at the dirt below!
Pointing to the soil below?Klein stood beside him, looking down at the place where there was almost no dead grass:
You want to dig it out?
Allen nodded: I have found this place, so I have to confirm what is there. Sherlock, you go to the cemetery to borrow two shovels.
Or I will stay here, you go to the cemetery, and I am worried that an accident will happen.Klein said cautiously.
good.Allen did not refuse and immediately left the woods.
After a while, he spent money, returned with three shovels and a gravekeeper, and began to try to dig.
As Klein was digging, he suddenly smelled some familiar smell, and as the surface soil separated, the things below gradually became exposed.
It was a highly decayed child's body!
His skin and flesh were almost melting, and many bugs crawled in and out of his nose and mouth.
when!
The shovel in Allen's hand fell and hit a stone.
He pointed to the legs of the corpse, his mouth twitching wildly but could not speak.
Klein endured the disgust and looked carefully and found that the child's body had obviously missing the lower half of the left leg.
Meanwhile, Allen took two steps back and fell to the ground, shouting with a sharp voice:
Will Ansetine!Will Ansetine!
That is Will Ansetine's body!
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