"Dast Goedriant, the doctor at Greenhill Asylum..."
Klein silently repeated Detective Henry's words, beginning to think about how to approach this doctor, who was suspected to be a "spectator" and a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society.
In this matter, he didn't want to take too many risks. He didn't want the night watchman to discover his problems. He didn't want to lose his current life for just the intelligence and resources for the exchange.
Moreover, that gentleman was very likely a "spectator", not someone who had undergone special training. It was almost impossible for him to hide his true intentions and thoughts in front of him.
"Well... Maybe we can consider a way to hide the truth within the truth. Let the doctor's expression and body language show only my true thoughts, but not all of them..."
Klein listened to Detective Henry's description of Dast Goedriant's situation while thinking about how to minimize the risks and not affect the achievement of the goal.
Gradually, he found inspiration from the police dramas and espionage films he had watched.
"Well... We can try this, but it must be rehearsed repeatedly beforehand..." Klein nodded in his mind and returned his full attention to Detective Henry's words.
"Ah..." Henry cleared his throat and said, "The commission from the Red Chimney, we are still working on it. You should know that there are many similar buildings in Tingen City. Of course, if you can provide other clues, things will be simpler."
Klein chuckled hoarsely:
"If I had other clues, I wouldn't have commissioned you guys."
To be honest, the long investigation and search had made him pessimistic about the outcome of the matter, because this manipulator In Charge clearly sensed his divination and had plenty of time to change his hiding place.
So, he only hoped to find further clues from the information of the corresponding residents.
And this costs 7 pounds... Just thinking about it makes my heart ache... After Detective Henry finished describing, Klein picked up his cane and said goodbye and left. ......
On Saturday morning, at 8:40, in the doctor's office of Greenhel Lunatic Asylum.
With gold-rimmed glasses and an outstanding appearance, Dastar Gudrian took off his coat and hat, and hung them on the coat rack.
As he picked up the tin can containing coffee powder, he heard the thumping sound of a knock on the door.
"Come in," Dastar said indifferently.
Then, he saw the half-open door being pushed open, and a young man in a black knee-length windbreaker walked in.
Because of the other person's unfamiliarity, Dastar asked in confusion:
"Good morning, who are you?"
Klein closed the door casually, took off his hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed:
"Good morning, Dr. Dastar. Please forgive my impolite visit. I'm Inspector Klein Morretti from the Police Department of Ahova County. Here are my identification and badge."
"Inspector?" Dastar whispered and took the other person's identification and badge.
"Special Operations Department..." He slowly raised his head, his gaze calm without any ripple, as if scrutinizing something.
Black short hair, darker than brown eyes, a bit scholarly, calm and peaceful, no malice could be seen for the moment...
Dastar returned the items in his hand, deliberated, and pointed to the chair opposite the desk:
"Please sit, officer. What do you want to talk to me about?"
Klein sat down, placed his cane aside, slowly put away the identification and badge, and smiled:
"Please allow me to introduce myself again."
"I'm still a member of the Tingen Market Night Squad, specializing in handling matters involving extraordinary factors."
"Good morning, Mr. Audience."
Before he finished speaking, as expected, Dastar's pupils shrank, his palm withdrew, looking as if he wanted to escape.
"Officer, I don't understand what you mean," Dastar said with effort, almost unable to maintain his state, "I don't like such jokes. Maybe I should call the guard."
Klein slowly took out the revolver from his armpit pocket, his smile unchanged:
"Mr. Dastar, I know you can see that my confidence is there, and I also know that I have no ill intentions. Hehe, frankly speaking, I was a bit unsure at the beginning, but your reaction gave me the answer."
Each sentence was true... Klein silently added in his heart.
Dastar relaxed a little, glancing at the revolver on the other person's left hand, and asked in confusion:
"I can't understand why you came to me... I don't think I exposed anything..."
Klein smiled and said:
"This was just a coincidence. Maybe fate arranged for us to meet."
"Actually, we met in the underground trading market of the Dragon Bar, but you didn't notice me at that time."
"Although you cleverly bought the auxiliary materials of the sequence potion separately, for me who also happened to know this formula, it was still worthy of attention."
Dastar suddenly let out a breath, as if losing the motivation to defend himself:
"It turns out like this..."
"I thought I was being cautious enough, but I never expected it. Never expected..."
He murmured a few words, then stared into Klein's eyes:
"Officer, I know you're not here to arrest me. What's your real purpose?"
Klein calmly said:
"I'm different from other night guards. I don't think every extraordinary person who isn't one of us is a potential criminal. It's not fair to those who yearn for order and kindness."
Dastar changed his sitting position and no longer sat so tightly, saying:
"If other night guards, penitents, and members of the Mechanical Heart could be like you, the world would be peaceful."
"You know about the night guards, penitents, and members of the Mechanical Heart?" Klein said in surprise, "This is not something a person who strayed into the extraordinary realm should know. There must be an organization behind you."
He leaned back, smiling at the corner of his mouth:
"The Psychological Alchemy Society?"
While speaking, he leisurely watched as Dast's expression gradually turned more and more unpleasant.
"I can see that you were expecting my answer, but still overlooked certain seemingly ordinary things and fell into your language trap..." Dast muttered regretfully.
He began to realize that the "audience" state was not omnipotent. Being able to understand the other person's intentions did not mean being able to figure out the specific details.
Klein stroked the trigger of the pistol and said:
"Doctor, we must communicate openly. This can start with me."
"I don't think uncontrolled extraordinary beings are potential criminals, but I agree that registering and supervising every extraordinary being is a preventive measure against the risk of out-of-control situations, to avoid more serious and dangerous incidents from happening."
"I won't disturb your normal life. I hope we can cooperate within certain limits."
"Cooperate within certain limits?" Dast asked, as if pondering.
Klein chuckled and said:
"Yes, within certain limits."
"For example, report your own state regularly. You know, many out-of-control incidents can be saved when the situation is not so serious, and the night watchmen have accumulated enough experience in this area."
"For example, in your organization, among the extraordinary beings you know, if someone is about to endanger innocent people, please provide me with clues."
"For example, exchange some things for something more useful to you. This is a benefit for you. You should know what benefits mean."
"Also, you don't have to worry anymore. Don't have to be afraid of being suddenly captured or killed by night watchmen, substitutes, and members of the mechanical heart one day. You can enjoy your life peacefully and happily."
"We will give you some items to prove your identity. You can use them in the final, last resort moment when there are no other options."
Dast listened in silence for a while before asking:
"Do you want me to betray my organization?"
"No, not betraying. Klein pleaded, 'This is for justice, for morality, for kindness. You are preventing certain evil, cruel, and bloody cases. Apart from this, I won't let you betray the secrets of your organization.'"
Dast thought carefully and seemed to feel a little better because he had an excuse.
He remained silent for a few seconds and then extended his right hand and said:
"Have a pleasant cooperation."
Klein shook the other person's hand with his hand not holding the gun and said:
"Have a pleasant cooperation."
He paused and smiled gently:
"Doctor, can you tell me if you are a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society?"
"Yes." Dast nodded.
Before entering the room, Klein had already activated his clairvoyance and did not notice any fluctuation in the other person's emotional color. So he considered and asked:
"How did you join the Psychological Alchemy Society?"
Dast looked into the other person's eyes and said:
"Because a patient in this insane asylum, when I treated him, I found that he could completely see through me, and he was rational and not like a lunatic..."
"He was called Hood Eugene."
Klein remembered the name and chatted with Dast for a while, agreeing on the secret transmission method and meeting place for the request.
He did not discuss potions, formulas, rumors, etc. with the other person for the time being. When the appropriate time came, he said goodbye, put away the pistol, and left Dast's office.
Watching his back disappear at the door, Dast let out a sharp breath, slumped against the back of the chair, feeling both painful and relaxed. ......
36 Zortlan Street, inside Black Thorn Security Company.
Dunn, sitting behind the desk, glanced at the other person and asked:
"Has something happened?"
Klein, who was late for almost half an hour, organized his words and said:
"Captain, I discovered an extraordinary person. I'm sure they are a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society." "... He is a decent doctor and is willing to cooperate with us. I think it's best to maintain the current situation, as it will help us keep abreast of the latest developments of the Psychological Alchemy Society."
After a few seconds of silence, Klein added:
"I want to develop him into an informant for the night shift, or a secret peripheral member."
The word "informant" comes from the Indis language, from Emperor Rosel.
Dunn nodded slowly:
"You've handled it very well, but if there's anything like this again in the future, please let me know first."
"Submit the doctor's information and the written materials of your handling process to me. I will give him some items to prove his identity."
"Also, don't tell Leonard and his team about this. Although they are all trustworthy teammates, there are specific regulations in the relevant rules."
"From now on, you will be responsible for contacting that doctor."
Klein exhaled silently and smiled broadly:
"OK."