Da, da, da.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the dark narrow corridor, spreading from a distance in a quiet area, without any more noise.
Klein straightened his waist and back, following the middle-aged priest without any quickness or slowness, without asking questions or chatting, as he was as calm as the windless lake.
Through the tightly guarded passage, the middle-aged priest opened a secret door with the key and pointed to the downward stone steps:
The crossroads left is the Chanis Gate.
May the goddess protect you.Klein lit up the chest, outlining the shape of the crimson moon.
The secular uses secular etiquette, and religion uses religious rituals.
Praise the goddess.The middle-aged priest returned with the same action.
Klein didn't say much, followed the stone steps and walked step by step into the depths of the darkness with the elegant gas lamps embedded in the walls on both sides.
Halfway through, he subconsciously turned around and saw the middle-aged priest standing at the door, standing at the top of the stairs, standing in the shadow of the gas light, as if a wax figure that could not move.
Klein withdrew his gaze and continued downwards. Not long after, he touched the ground covered with cold stone and came to the intersection.
He didn't turn to the direction of Chanis Gate, because Dunn Smith, who had just been on the rotation, would definitely not be there.
Following the familiar road on the right, Klein climbed another ladder again and appeared inside Black Thorn Security.
Seeing that the door was closed or half-closed, he did not seek recklessly, but entered the reception hall and saw a sweet-smiling brown-haired girl focusing on reading a magazine.
Looking up, I could only see that my round and plump breasts were supported by a half-cup bra, and my white and tender half-balls were about to emerge from the collar of the top. My hair was tied with a ponytail casually, and it was slanted on the pair of proud breasts, making it look sexy, charming, cute and cute. The smooth and delicate long legs were presented in front of Klein.
Hi, Luo Shan.Klein came to the side and deliberately tapped the table.
Bang!
Luo Shan stood up, knocked over the chair, and said in a hurry:
Hi, the weather is good today, you, you, Klein, why are you here?
She stroked her chest with her hands, and the elastic jade rabbit no longer bounced, and took a breath, like a little girl who was afraid of being caught by her father.
I have something to look for the captain.Klein answered briefly.
...It was so scary that I thought the captain had come out.Luo Shan was so cute that she glared at Klein, not knowing to knock on the door!Hum, you should be glad that I am a generous and kind lady. Well, I prefer the word girl... What's the matter with the captain?He was in the room opposite Mrs. Oriana.
Even though his spirits were quite tense, Klein was amused by Roshan and said in a moment of contemplation:
secret.
... Luo Shan's eyes widened, and while he couldn't believe it, Klein bowed slightly and said goodbye quickly.
He re-passed the partition door of the reception room and knocked on the door of the first office in his right hand.
Please come in.Dunn Smith's low and gentle voice rang.
Klein pushed the door and closed his hand, took off his hat and said:
Good morning, Captain.
Good morning, is there anything?Dunn's black windbreaker and hat were hanging on the hood rack next to him. His exposed body was only wearing a white shirt and a black vest. Even though his hairline was high and his gray eyes were deep, it looked much more refreshing.
Someone is following me.Klein answered truthfully, without making any extra modifications.
Dunn leaned back, held his hands together, and looked quietly at Klein's eyes.
Instead of following the topic, he asked:
Did you come from the church?
Yes.Klein answered yes.
Dunn nodded slightly, without saying good or bad, and turned back to the topic:
Maybe Welch's father didn't believe the cause of death we reported, so he invited private detectives from Wind City to investigate.
Conston City in Jianhai County, also known as Fengcheng, is an extremely developed region with a coal and steel industry and can rank among the top three among all cities in the Ruhn Kingdom.
Before Klein could give his opinion, Dunn continued:
It may also come from the source of that note, ha, we are chasing where the Antigonus family notes that Welch got, of course, we cannot rule out other individuals or organizations that pursue this note.
How should I do it?Klein asked in a deep voice.
There is no doubt that he hopes is the first reason.
Dunn didn't answer immediately, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, and his gray eyes said:
Go back as the previous path and do whatever you want.
any?Klein asked back.
any.Dunn nodded surely, of course, don't scare the other party away, and don't violate the law.
OKKlein took a breath, said goodbye and turned around, left the room and returned to the basement.
He turned left at the intersection, bathed in the gas lights separated by the two sides, and walked quietly in the empty, uninhabited, dim and cold passage.
The overlapping of dada echoes makes you look lonely and fear more.
Soon, Klein approached the stairs and went up step by step, and saw the middle-aged priest standing in the shadows and at the door.
When the two met, they didn't speak. The middle-aged priest turned around silently and made way for the way.
Walking silently, Klein returned to the large prayer hall. The light and purity of the round holes behind the arched holy platform remained the same, the darkness and tranquility of the room remained the same, and the gentlemen and ladies who were queuing outdoors were still the same, but there were fewer.
After waiting for a while, Klein took his cane and newspaper, as if nothing had happened, slowly left the Great Prayer Hall and left St. Selena's Church.
As soon as he went out, he saw the Fiery Sun, and he suddenly felt familiar with being watched again, feeling like a prey staring at by an eagle.
Suddenly, a doubt came to his mind:
Peeper Why didn't you follow me into the church before?
Even so, I can still use the dark environment and the help of the pastor to hide it from him for a short time, but is it difficult for him to pretend to pray and follow the surveillance?
I didn’t do anything bad, is there any problem when I went in openly?
Unless he has a dark history, is afraid of the church, is afraid of the bishop, knowing that the other party may have extraordinary abilities...
From this point of view, the possibility of private detectives is very low...
call!Klein breathed, no longer as tight as before, and walked leisurely, and walked around Zotlan Street on the back.
He stopped in front of an old-style, mottled-walled building with the door number 3 and the name Zotlan Shooting Club.
The police department's underground shooting range is open to the public part to earn additional funds.
As soon as Klein entered inside, the feeling of being peeped away immediately. He seized the opportunity and gave the special operations department badge to the waiter in charge of the reception.
After a little verification, he was introduced underground and came to a small closed shooting range.
10 meters target.After briefly explaining to the waiter, Klein took out the revolver from the gun bag under his armpit and took out the box of brass-colored bullets from his clothes pocket.
Suddenly being targeted by someone made his desire for self-protection overcome the procrastination, so he couldn't wait to come over to practice his marksmanship.
Bang!
After the waiter left, he threw out the wheel and pulled out the silver magic bullets one by one, then picked up normal brass-colored bullets and stuffed them into the bullet nest one by one.
This time, he did not leave any space to prevent accidental firing, nor did he take off his formal jacket, take off his half-high hat, and practice with the most common outfit. After all, it is impossible to shout and stop after encountering enemies or dangers, and allow me to change into a lightweight clothing first.
Click!
Klein closed the wheel and slid it with his thumb.
Suddenly, he held the gun in both hands, raised it straight and pointed it at the target 10 meters away.
But he did not rush to shoot, but seriously recalled the off-target experience of military training and common sense such as three points and one-line shooting.
Hurry up!Hurry up!
As the clothes were tugging, Klein practiced aiming and holding posture over and over again, as serious as a child who was taking the college entrance examination.
After repeated many times, he retreated to the wall, sat on the soft long bench, placed the revolver aside, massaged his arm, and rested for a while.
After a few minutes recalling just now, Klein picked up the wooden grip and copper rotor pistol again, came to the shooting position, made a standard posture, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
His arms trembled, his body leaned back slightly, and the bullet deviated from the target.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
He has learned from his experience and shot one by one, groping in practice until all six bullets are shot.
Started to take the target... Klein stepped back and sat down, taking a breath.
Bang!He threw out the wheel and let the six shells land on the ground, and then continued to stuff the remaining brass-colored bullets one by one with his expression.
The activity relaxed his arms, and Klein stood up again, summing up and returning to the shooting position.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
The gunshot echoed, the target shaking, Klein practiced again and again, rested again and again, and exhausted all the thirty normal bullets he received and the remaining five rounds left before, gradually stabilized on the target, and began to pursue the number of rings.
After shook his sore arms, he poured out the last five shells, lowered his head, stuffed the silver magic hunting bullets with complex patterns one by one, and reserved a misfire position.
After the revolver returned to the underarm gun bag, Klein patted the smoke and dust on his body, walked out of the special shooting range with ease and returned to the street.
The feeling of being looked at once again emerged, but Klein was feeling calmer than before. He slowly walked to Champagne Street, spent 4 pence to take a railroad bus back to Iron Cross Street, and entered the apartment where he lived.
The feeling of snooping was silent. He took out the key, opened the door, and saw a man in his thirties in a linen shirt and very short hair sitting at the desk.
As my heart tightened, I immediately relaxed, and Klein smiled and greeted:
Good morning, no, good afternoon, Benson.
The man is his and Melissa's brother, Benson Moretti, who is only 25 years old this year. He has a backward hairline and looks old-fashioned.
His black hair and brown eyes were somewhat similar to Klein, but he didn't have that faint bookish spirit.
Good afternoon, Klein, how about the interview?Benson stood up, a smile creeping at the corner of his mouth.
His black coat and half-height hat were hung on the protruding part of the high and low beds.
Very bad.Klein replied expressionlessly.
Seeing Benson froze, Klein chuckled and added:
In fact, I didn't attend the interview at all. I found a job in advance, with a weekly salary of 3 pounds...
He repeated the words he had said to Melissa before.
Benson's expression calmed down and he shook his head and smiled:
I feel like I see my child growing up... Well, this job is pretty good.
He sighed and said:
I heard such good news after I came back from running around. It was really good. We have to celebrate tonight and buy some beef?
Klein smiled:
OK, but I think Melissa will feel distressed.We will go to buy ingredients together in the afternoon?Bring at least 3 Sulers?Uh, to be honest, 1 pound for 20 sul, 1 sul for 12p, and half pence, a quarter pence. Such a currency is simply counterintuitive and very troublesome. I think it must be one of the stupidest currency systems in the world.
After saying that, he saw Benson's expression suddenly become serious, and he was a little nervous, wondering if he had said the wrong thing.
Could it be that in the missing pieces of memory of the original owner, Benson is a pure and extreme supporter of the kingdom, and he cannot tolerate any denial of others?
Benson paced a few steps and retorted with a serious look:
No, no one.
None of them... Klein was stunned for a moment, and soon realized, looking at each other and smiling at each other.
It was indeed the sarcastic humor that Benson was good at.
Benson's mouth curled up and he added seriously:
You should understand that it takes a prerequisite to formulate a reasonable and simple currency system, that is, you know how to count and master the decimal system. Unfortunately, among those big names, such talents are too rare.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the dark narrow corridor, spreading from a distance in a quiet area, without any more noise.
Klein straightened his waist and back, following the middle-aged priest without any quickness or slowness, without asking questions or chatting, as he was as calm as the windless lake.
Through the tightly guarded passage, the middle-aged priest opened a secret door with the key and pointed to the downward stone steps:
The crossroads left is the Chanis Gate.
May the goddess protect you.Klein lit up the chest, outlining the shape of the crimson moon.
The secular uses secular etiquette, and religion uses religious rituals.
Praise the goddess.The middle-aged priest returned with the same action.
Klein didn't say much, followed the stone steps and walked step by step into the depths of the darkness with the elegant gas lamps embedded in the walls on both sides.
Halfway through, he subconsciously turned around and saw the middle-aged priest standing at the door, standing at the top of the stairs, standing in the shadow of the gas light, as if a wax figure that could not move.
Klein withdrew his gaze and continued downwards. Not long after, he touched the ground covered with cold stone and came to the intersection.
He didn't turn to the direction of Chanis Gate, because Dunn Smith, who had just been on the rotation, would definitely not be there.
Following the familiar road on the right, Klein climbed another ladder again and appeared inside Black Thorn Security.
Seeing that the door was closed or half-closed, he did not seek recklessly, but entered the reception hall and saw a sweet-smiling brown-haired girl focusing on reading a magazine.
Looking up, I could only see that my round and plump breasts were supported by a half-cup bra, and my white and tender half-balls were about to emerge from the collar of the top. My hair was tied with a ponytail casually, and it was slanted on the pair of proud breasts, making it look sexy, charming, cute and cute. The smooth and delicate long legs were presented in front of Klein.
Hi, Luo Shan.Klein came to the side and deliberately tapped the table.
Bang!
Luo Shan stood up, knocked over the chair, and said in a hurry:
Hi, the weather is good today, you, you, Klein, why are you here?
She stroked her chest with her hands, and the elastic jade rabbit no longer bounced, and took a breath, like a little girl who was afraid of being caught by her father.
I have something to look for the captain.Klein answered briefly.
...It was so scary that I thought the captain had come out.Luo Shan was so cute that she glared at Klein, not knowing to knock on the door!Hum, you should be glad that I am a generous and kind lady. Well, I prefer the word girl... What's the matter with the captain?He was in the room opposite Mrs. Oriana.
Even though his spirits were quite tense, Klein was amused by Roshan and said in a moment of contemplation:
secret.
... Luo Shan's eyes widened, and while he couldn't believe it, Klein bowed slightly and said goodbye quickly.
He re-passed the partition door of the reception room and knocked on the door of the first office in his right hand.
Please come in.Dunn Smith's low and gentle voice rang.
Klein pushed the door and closed his hand, took off his hat and said:
Good morning, Captain.
Good morning, is there anything?Dunn's black windbreaker and hat were hanging on the hood rack next to him. His exposed body was only wearing a white shirt and a black vest. Even though his hairline was high and his gray eyes were deep, it looked much more refreshing.
Someone is following me.Klein answered truthfully, without making any extra modifications.
Dunn leaned back, held his hands together, and looked quietly at Klein's eyes.
Instead of following the topic, he asked:
Did you come from the church?
Yes.Klein answered yes.
Dunn nodded slightly, without saying good or bad, and turned back to the topic:
Maybe Welch's father didn't believe the cause of death we reported, so he invited private detectives from Wind City to investigate.
Conston City in Jianhai County, also known as Fengcheng, is an extremely developed region with a coal and steel industry and can rank among the top three among all cities in the Ruhn Kingdom.
Before Klein could give his opinion, Dunn continued:
It may also come from the source of that note, ha, we are chasing where the Antigonus family notes that Welch got, of course, we cannot rule out other individuals or organizations that pursue this note.
How should I do it?Klein asked in a deep voice.
There is no doubt that he hopes is the first reason.
Dunn didn't answer immediately, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, and his gray eyes said:
Go back as the previous path and do whatever you want.
any?Klein asked back.
any.Dunn nodded surely, of course, don't scare the other party away, and don't violate the law.
OKKlein took a breath, said goodbye and turned around, left the room and returned to the basement.
He turned left at the intersection, bathed in the gas lights separated by the two sides, and walked quietly in the empty, uninhabited, dim and cold passage.
The overlapping of dada echoes makes you look lonely and fear more.
Soon, Klein approached the stairs and went up step by step, and saw the middle-aged priest standing in the shadows and at the door.
When the two met, they didn't speak. The middle-aged priest turned around silently and made way for the way.
Walking silently, Klein returned to the large prayer hall. The light and purity of the round holes behind the arched holy platform remained the same, the darkness and tranquility of the room remained the same, and the gentlemen and ladies who were queuing outdoors were still the same, but there were fewer.
After waiting for a while, Klein took his cane and newspaper, as if nothing had happened, slowly left the Great Prayer Hall and left St. Selena's Church.
As soon as he went out, he saw the Fiery Sun, and he suddenly felt familiar with being watched again, feeling like a prey staring at by an eagle.
Suddenly, a doubt came to his mind:
Peeper Why didn't you follow me into the church before?
Even so, I can still use the dark environment and the help of the pastor to hide it from him for a short time, but is it difficult for him to pretend to pray and follow the surveillance?
I didn’t do anything bad, is there any problem when I went in openly?
Unless he has a dark history, is afraid of the church, is afraid of the bishop, knowing that the other party may have extraordinary abilities...
From this point of view, the possibility of private detectives is very low...
call!Klein breathed, no longer as tight as before, and walked leisurely, and walked around Zotlan Street on the back.
He stopped in front of an old-style, mottled-walled building with the door number 3 and the name Zotlan Shooting Club.
The police department's underground shooting range is open to the public part to earn additional funds.
As soon as Klein entered inside, the feeling of being peeped away immediately. He seized the opportunity and gave the special operations department badge to the waiter in charge of the reception.
After a little verification, he was introduced underground and came to a small closed shooting range.
10 meters target.After briefly explaining to the waiter, Klein took out the revolver from the gun bag under his armpit and took out the box of brass-colored bullets from his clothes pocket.
Suddenly being targeted by someone made his desire for self-protection overcome the procrastination, so he couldn't wait to come over to practice his marksmanship.
Bang!
After the waiter left, he threw out the wheel and pulled out the silver magic bullets one by one, then picked up normal brass-colored bullets and stuffed them into the bullet nest one by one.
This time, he did not leave any space to prevent accidental firing, nor did he take off his formal jacket, take off his half-high hat, and practice with the most common outfit. After all, it is impossible to shout and stop after encountering enemies or dangers, and allow me to change into a lightweight clothing first.
Click!
Klein closed the wheel and slid it with his thumb.
Suddenly, he held the gun in both hands, raised it straight and pointed it at the target 10 meters away.
But he did not rush to shoot, but seriously recalled the off-target experience of military training and common sense such as three points and one-line shooting.
Hurry up!Hurry up!
As the clothes were tugging, Klein practiced aiming and holding posture over and over again, as serious as a child who was taking the college entrance examination.
After repeated many times, he retreated to the wall, sat on the soft long bench, placed the revolver aside, massaged his arm, and rested for a while.
After a few minutes recalling just now, Klein picked up the wooden grip and copper rotor pistol again, came to the shooting position, made a standard posture, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
His arms trembled, his body leaned back slightly, and the bullet deviated from the target.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
He has learned from his experience and shot one by one, groping in practice until all six bullets are shot.
Started to take the target... Klein stepped back and sat down, taking a breath.
Bang!He threw out the wheel and let the six shells land on the ground, and then continued to stuff the remaining brass-colored bullets one by one with his expression.
The activity relaxed his arms, and Klein stood up again, summing up and returning to the shooting position.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
The gunshot echoed, the target shaking, Klein practiced again and again, rested again and again, and exhausted all the thirty normal bullets he received and the remaining five rounds left before, gradually stabilized on the target, and began to pursue the number of rings.
After shook his sore arms, he poured out the last five shells, lowered his head, stuffed the silver magic hunting bullets with complex patterns one by one, and reserved a misfire position.
After the revolver returned to the underarm gun bag, Klein patted the smoke and dust on his body, walked out of the special shooting range with ease and returned to the street.
The feeling of being looked at once again emerged, but Klein was feeling calmer than before. He slowly walked to Champagne Street, spent 4 pence to take a railroad bus back to Iron Cross Street, and entered the apartment where he lived.
The feeling of snooping was silent. He took out the key, opened the door, and saw a man in his thirties in a linen shirt and very short hair sitting at the desk.
As my heart tightened, I immediately relaxed, and Klein smiled and greeted:
Good morning, no, good afternoon, Benson.
The man is his and Melissa's brother, Benson Moretti, who is only 25 years old this year. He has a backward hairline and looks old-fashioned.
His black hair and brown eyes were somewhat similar to Klein, but he didn't have that faint bookish spirit.
Good afternoon, Klein, how about the interview?Benson stood up, a smile creeping at the corner of his mouth.
His black coat and half-height hat were hung on the protruding part of the high and low beds.
Very bad.Klein replied expressionlessly.
Seeing Benson froze, Klein chuckled and added:
In fact, I didn't attend the interview at all. I found a job in advance, with a weekly salary of 3 pounds...
He repeated the words he had said to Melissa before.
Benson's expression calmed down and he shook his head and smiled:
I feel like I see my child growing up... Well, this job is pretty good.
He sighed and said:
I heard such good news after I came back from running around. It was really good. We have to celebrate tonight and buy some beef?
Klein smiled:
OK, but I think Melissa will feel distressed.We will go to buy ingredients together in the afternoon?Bring at least 3 Sulers?Uh, to be honest, 1 pound for 20 sul, 1 sul for 12p, and half pence, a quarter pence. Such a currency is simply counterintuitive and very troublesome. I think it must be one of the stupidest currency systems in the world.
After saying that, he saw Benson's expression suddenly become serious, and he was a little nervous, wondering if he had said the wrong thing.
Could it be that in the missing pieces of memory of the original owner, Benson is a pure and extreme supporter of the kingdom, and he cannot tolerate any denial of others?
Benson paced a few steps and retorted with a serious look:
No, no one.
None of them... Klein was stunned for a moment, and soon realized, looking at each other and smiling at each other.
It was indeed the sarcastic humor that Benson was good at.
Benson's mouth curled up and he added seriously:
You should understand that it takes a prerequisite to formulate a reasonable and simple currency system, that is, you know how to count and master the decimal system. Unfortunately, among those big names, such talents are too rare.
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