The five fingers with pale joints coldly and painfully gripped the wrist, causing Klein's hair to stand on end instantly. He subconsciously pulled his hand back, desperately trying to retreat.
A heavy sensation came over him. Klein pulled his forearm with all his strength.
Plop!
The pale and naked corpse was pulled crookedly, falling from the long table onto the ground.
However, the cold and pale fingers still firmly held Klein's wrist.
For a moment, Klein lost his ability to think. His mind was filled with thoughts of drawing his gun and firing.
But because his dominant hand couldn't be retracted, he dropped his black cane and struggled several times, but failed to smoothly take out the revolver from the armpit holster on his arm.
Just then, the eyelids of the corpse suddenly lifted, revealing two unfocused blue eyes.
His mouth opened and murmured:
"Honachis... Honachis... Honachis..."
After three sounds, the frantic Klein felt the fingers gripping his wrist start to loosen, and then they dropped inability.
The eyes of the tailcoat clown closed again, as if nothing had happened just now.
If it weren't for the pale corpse lying on the stone floor, Klein might have thought he had encountered a hallucination.
He staggered backward a few steps, feeling his body's multiple parts convulse due to excessive shock and fear.
Huh... Huh... Klein gasped, slowly regaining his thinking ability, and cautiously looked at the corpse on the ground.
He took out the revolver, cautiously stepped out of the room, and confirmed that the corpse was still completely still before glancing at the wrist where he held the gun.
There were five deep, dark red fingerprints, silently recounting the previous encounter.
Klein's mood calmed down a lot, and a dirty word echoed in his mind:
Damn it, I was scared to death!
After a dozen seconds of panting, he began to sketch objects in his mind, quickly regaining a calm state.
Carefully reflecting, Klein replayed the encounter frame by frame.
Although he still didn't understand the reason for the tailcoat clown's "corpse transformation", he keenly grasped the key point, that is, the repeated murmuring of "Honachis" by the other party!
"Again, Honachis..." Klein frowned at once, "The notes of the Antigonus family recorded the Night Kingdom of the Honachis Mountains. When I heard the sounds I shouldn't hear during meditation and clairvoyance, there was also the term 'Honachis', and now this dead person emphasized Honachis again in a strange way in my ears... Are many answers to the questions hidden in the Honachis Mountains... Maybe, maybe there are huge dangers there, such as a certain deity being sealed within the mountains, seeking freedom through similar 'deception'."
In the midst of his thoughts, Klein carefully entered the room, touched the corpse a few times, and confirmed that the other party was completely dead.
He thought he shouldn't let the "corpse collector" Fle see him messing up this place, so he gathered his courage, pulled and carried the corpse back to the long table.
Throughout the process, Klein not only kept his heart in a state of tension and fear, ready to snap at any tiny movement, but was also extremely disgusted by the cold contact between the corpse and his own skin.
He successfully completed this task and then remembered why he had approached the corpse, so he concentrated again on the tailcoat clown's wrist, looking at that peculiar mark.
The mark had fallen off at some point, condensing into a ball with a few blue blood cells.
The blood cell was only the size of a thumb, quietly suspended in mid-air in a manner that violated the laws of physics.
"What is this?" Klein whispered, not daring to touch it rashly. He had never even considered looking at this strange blood ball. The first reason was that he simply didn't know whether it was good or bad. The second reason was that he believed that Fry, who had carefully examined the corpse, would have definitely noticed the brand on the wrist long ago, and might even have known what the strange blood ball was.
Even if Fry didn't know, handing it over to the captain and letting the entire night watch team explore and study it was obviously much better than my random trial... Klein thought.
Being in the organization, one must know how to maximize the power of the organization.
Klein tensed up and waited for a few minutes, then saw the black-haired, blue-eyed, and thin-lipped Fry return to the room.
His gaze was immediately drawn to the strange blood ball and he asked the question Klein had asked himself earlier:
"What is this?"
"I don't know." Klein honestly shook his head and without any concealment described the course of events.
"The brand has turned into a blood ball..." Fry nodded as if in thought, "The bodies of extraordinary individuals always undergo some strange changes..."
He raised his head and looked at Klein, saying:
"Go and ask the captain to come over and tell him what the murmuring of the corpse said."
"Okay." Klein had long wanted to leave this place.
"You don't have to come with the captain." Fry added, "I think you definitely don't like to see the following scene."
While speaking, he picked up the silver-white scalpel beside him.
Klein nodded with a sense of trepidation:
"This is exactly what I hoped for."
He took the walking stick, put on the hat, and headed towards the Charnis Gate. In the duty room, he saw Captain Dunn, who was no longer listless.
Dunn listened to his account calmly and gave a barely visible nod.
"I will report this matter and let the Sanctuary handle it. Maybe they will send someone to the summit of the Hornciss Mountains."
Klein "uh"ed and saw that there was only Captain Dunn and "The Waker" Cohenli in the duty room, so he casually asked:
"Have Mr. El and Borgia gone to rest?"
Dunn nodded and said:
"El and Borgia are at the Sanctuary of Selina, and Lorcata is probably looking for the café."
" Café? Lorcata's injury probably hasn't healed yet, right?" Klein asked in astonishment.
Dunn rubbed the bones on both sides of his eyebrows and smiled:
"Lorcata has three hobbies, coffee, desserts, and maids. She says she must have these three things to accelerate recovery."
"Maids?" Klein asked in confusion.
Did Ms. Lorcata have some kind of particular preference?
Dunn shook his head helplessly:
"She likes maids. Well, that's right. And likes them, likes those with big breasts." "... "She is truly a strange person." Klein didn't know what expression to use to face this.
Dunn didn't waste any more time and headed towards the guard room. Klein watched his back and waited quietly, patiently waiting for him to turn around.
Meanwhile, his peripheral vision caught sight of "The Waker" Cohenli taking out his watch and turning it on.
Three, two, one... Klein silently counted to the end, and Dunn stopped, half-turning his body and saying:
"Another thing you forgot, Klein. You've experienced too much today. After relaxing, you will surely feel tired. You don't need to stay here in the afternoon. Go back and have a good rest. Tomorrow, tomorrow you will submit the application and list the losses in detail."
"Well, don't worry too much about killing the extraordinary person. By killing him, you have saved more people."
"Actually, I'm much better now." Klein let out a silent breath.
Dunn nodded slightly and was about to turn around, but then he suddenly lightly tapped his forehead and said:
"Also, I have already handed over the portrait of that extraordinary person to Leonard, and he will work with the police department to handle the follow-up investigation. I think that extraordinary person will be riding a carriage in Tinggen City, enjoying food, and surely will have a place to live."
"Everything that passes leaves a trace. The words of Emperor Rosel are indeed very reasonable." "... "Yes." Klein replied numbly.
When the captain had gone far away, he also left the duty room and slowly walked towards the second floor.
On the way, he suddenly thought of something, and inexplicably, he felt a bit of fear:
"The tailcoat clown claimed that the Secret Society had mastered the sequence path corresponding to the 'Divinationist'... Even if this is an exaggeration, they actually don't have the high-sequence formula, and the low-sequence ones are definitely not lacking."
"That means they have quite a few Divinationists."
"Then could it be that they divined that I was the one who killed the tailcoat clown and was secretly retaliating?"
"Facing the night watchman, and even me, a 'Divinationist' with no direct means of defeating the enemy... "
Klein stopped on the stairs, seriously thinking about this problem, and soon realized that he was just worrying unnecessarily:
"First, the Secret Society has no idea who the members of the night watchman are."
"Second, even if they knew one or two, they definitely wouldn't include me, this civilian staff member."
"Third, in this situation, unless it's a 'Prophet', it's impossible to divine who the murderer is."
He let out a sigh of relief, left the Black Thorn Security Company, and took a public carriage back to Narcissus Street.
Although he hadn't eaten anything at noon, he still lacked appetite at this moment.
Klein entered the bedroom, removed the damaged formal dress first, took off the half-height silk hat, and then lay down on the bed, trying to sleep.
His thoughts were still active, and the whole person seemed unable to relax, but the scene that repeated in his mind was no longer the image of shooting the tailcoat clown, but the scene of moving the body, and the terrifying sensation.
He felt less discomfort from the first time killing, but more nausea from just thinking about it, with one after another of lumps forming.
"This might be Fry's intention, hoping that I overcome the psychological shadow by facing the corpse... However, the psychological shadow before was gone, but a new one has emerged... " Klein smiled self-deprecatingly, and his spirit relaxed.
He fell asleep without knowing when, and when he woke up, his stomach was making rumbling sounds.
"I think I can eat an entire cow!" Klein whispered, and saw the sun slanting in the west outside the window, the sky turning red like fire.
Changing into old but comfortable home clothes, he walked quickly to the first floor, before having time to consider what dinner to have, he heard the sound of the door opening.
Melissa... He thought with a slight upward curve of his lips.
Since starting to take the public carriage, his sister didn't come home as late as before.
The key turned, the door opened, Melissa carrying a bag with books and stationery, walked in quickly.
She looked towards the kitchen door and said:
"Klein, there's a letter from you, the letter sent by your mentor."
The mentor's letter? Right, I had asked him about the historical situation of Mount Horncius... Klein was momentarily stunned, then remembered.