Facing the wall, looking at the pitch-blackness across the corridor, Klein instinctively held his breath. What was the captain doing? What happened to the captain? Was he drinking blood? Did he show early signs of losing control? A series of thoughts came to mind, but his mind was in a chaotic mess, unable to produce effective thinking. After a few seconds, Klein bit his teeth and, with the "Joker" controlling his body, quietly moved to the staircase entrance. Then, he deliberately increased his pace and walked back, once again reaching the door of Mrs. Sherwin's bedroom. His gaze focused, Klein saw the captain standing there, with black cloth wrapped around the sealing object "3-0271", with a solemn expression, dark eyes deep, and a clean face. What he had seen seemed to be just an illusion. With a glance over his shoulder, Klein saw that Cohen-Lee's body had not shown any new abnormalities, still remaining the same as before. He took a deep breath and asked in silence: "Captain, how can I confirm if those servants are in a sleep state? Relying solely on telepathy seems unable to accurately determine this. They may have different emotional reactions due to dreaming and present corresponding colors." Dunn Smith held the "Psychic's Mirror", remained silent for a few seconds, and in a hoarse voice said: "Sorry, I forgot. I made too many mistakes tonight." "You don't need to check. I'll confirm it." He raised one hand, pressed his brow, and then closed his eyes, allowing a circle of invisible waves to ripple to other rooms and the first floor. Whether they were asleep or not, it was clearly visible in the "Dreaming Nightmare". Klein stared at this scene blankly, slowly lowered his eyelids, and tightly bit the inside of his lips. Captain, you really just wanted to distract me... What were you doing? Do you know what you were doing...? He suddenly turned his head and looked out of the window. He saw the crimson moon high up, seemingly unchanged for thousands of years. After calming down for a while, Klein used items such as Tarot cards, a revolver, and a half-high silk hat as cover, and carefully inspected Cohen-Lee and Mrs. Sherwin's bodies. They remained in the state they were in at the time of death, with their skin turning paler than normal at an accelerated rate and with some bluish-purple tinge. It was a bit strange. They seemed to have lost something... not specific things, but a certain feeling... Klein murmured silently, feeling the cool wind blowing from the broken window making his hairs stand on end. At this moment, Dunn opened his eyes and said in a low voice: "They are still in a deep sleep, just a few are close to awakening." "That's good, that's good... " Klein looked at the captain, not knowing what he was answering. Dunn looked around and said: "Sort out the items at the scene, then go to the nearest police station to get someone over. Um, also go back to Zorteland Street to let Fry help." Klein looked at the captain for a long time, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Um." With Dunn's help, he quickly dealt with the scene and left the house of Mrs. Sherwin through the main entrance. Passing through the garden, he couldn't help but look back once again. He saw the small house still lying quietly in the darkness, with no light at all. He turned around heavily, based on his impression, quickly found the nearest police station - this was common sense that every night watchman must remember. Beep, beep, beep, Klein knocked on the iron door. Not long after, the police on duty for the night carried a lantern, crossed the small courtyard, pulled open the door, and looked suspiciously: "Is there anything?" Klein couldn't show any expression, kept a calm face, took out his identification, and showed it to the policeman in front of him: "An extremely serious murder case occurred at 15 Olinsner Street. You should immediately call your partner to come and help!" The policeman picked up the lantern, carefully examined the identification, then crossed his legs, raised his hand and saluted: "Yes, sir!" Dealing with it For this matter, Klein took a hired carriage to return to Zotlan Street. Throughout the journey, he sat in the dark carriage, his thoughts disordered and scattered: Cohenli is dead... I remember he had just gotten engaged... His parents are still alive... What was the captain doing just now... Did he long for blood... Or, was there another purpose... His memory is still so poor, with no obvious improvement. This indicates that there were no early signs of his losing control! However, he knew that he had been "playing the role" for some time. Was the lack of improvement in his memory also indicating some hidden problems... No! It must be that the captain is still struggling to figure out how to play "Nightmare"! ... By the way, one of the main reasons for Cohenli's death was the sealant "3-0271", which the captain had given to him... I'm thinking about something! At that time, this was the only logical choice! ... It was the captain who suggested using the sealant "3-0271"... Calm down, calm down. Don't think blindly or wait. Avoid making the situation worse! Wait and send a letter to Ms. Daly to see if she knows what this situation means. Even if she doesn't know the specific answer, she will surely understand the danger involved and inform the Sanctuary in time... This should nip the problem in the bud and restore the captain to normalcy! No, the captain may not have a problem. Maybe I misunderstood something. Let's hear what Ms. Daly has to say... ... When the rental carriage arrived at 36 Zortlan Street, Klein had already thought out a plan and made a decision. He was no longer as panicked and at a loss as before. He climbed the stairs, his footsteps heavy, to the door of Blackthorn Security Company, took out the key and opened the door. The familiar layout and scene made his mood much calmer, just like the feeling every time he went to the captain's office to seek help. Taking a deep breath, Klein went to the night watchman's entertainment room and saw Frye reading a book alone under the gas light. He turned his head to look at Klein, his cold and gloomy face showing obvious concern and tension: "What happened?" "Where is the captain and Cohenli?" Klein replied in a low voice: "Cohenli is dead, killed by Mrs. Sherren. We all made mistakes..." "The captain is guarding the scene there, asking you to come and help." Before setting off, Dunn had informed Frye of the specific situation and told him that if they didn't return within two hours, they should immediately send a telegram to the Temple. Similarly, because they needed to apply for the seal "3-0271", they had to enter the Charnis Gate at night, so Luo Yao, the person in charge of the watchroom, also knew exactly what task they were going to carry out - according to the internal regulations of the night watchmen, the Charnis Gate had to be opened at night with the captain's permission. If the captain was present, only he could enter. Frye was stunned for a moment, sighed softly, and drew a crimson moon on his chest. He put on his coat, put on his hat, and walked towards the door, passing by Klein and suddenly spoke in a low voice: "You don't need to blame yourself. Making mistakes is something that can never be avoided." "We always trust our teammates." "Um..." Klein closed his eyes and his vision seemed to become blurry. First, they went to the underground, told Luo Yao a word, then locked the door of Blackthorn Security Company, and rushed to Mrs. Sherren's house on Allensner Street. When they brought back Cohenli's body and the hideous corpse of Mrs. Sherren with half a head missing, time had passed by midnight. Dunn, wearing a black thin windbreaker, stood at the door of the "morgue", silently looking inside, and after a long time, turned to Klein and said: "Go home first, you just went through a fierce battle and must be very tired." "OK." Klein didn't refuse. He pursed his lips, looked at the captain, and quietly left Blackthorn Security Company, taking the rental carriage back to Narcissus Street. Just like the previous process, he easily entered his bedroom and truly locked the door. Taking out the ritual silver dagger, Klein created a spiritual wall to seal the room, then sat at the desk, spread out the paper, picked up the pen, and wrote urgently: "Dear Ms. Daly:" "I noticed that the captain has been acting strangely recently. He quietly... " At this point, Klein suddenly stopped writing with the pen, his head was blank, not knowing how to continue or describe it. Snap! He suddenly dropped the pen and grabbed the sheet of paper in front of him, crumpling it into a ball and then slamming it hard onto the table. The thud reverberated through the air. Klein closed his eyes, reached out and covered his face, remaining motionless for a long time, as if he had become a statue. After several minutes like this, he sighed, lowered his right hand, and with his spirit, ignited the scrap of paper, watching it turn to ashes and fall into the trash can. Organizing his thoughts, Klein unfolded a new sheet of paper and began to write again: "Dear Ms. Daly:" "We have just completed a mission and tragically lost a teammate. The details are as follows..." "... At that moment, I realized that my current clairvoyance couldn't confirm whether the servants were asleep, and the individual divinations were very troublesome. So I went back and planned to consult the captain. At this time, through the reflection in the mirror, I saw the captain half-crouching beside Cohenli's body, with dark red blood around his mouth. " "I don't know what happened or what state the captain is in. I hope you can give me an answer." ... After finishing writing, Klein read through the letter with a heavy heart and folded the paper. Then, he arranged the ceremony, activated the clairvoyance, summoned Dali's messenger, and summoned that strange face with no eyes or nose but only a mouth. Looking at the long, blood-red tongue that had been spat out, and at the tiny, pale fingers at the tip of the tongue, Klein silently handed the letter over. When everything returned to normal, he sat down again and continued writing. This time, he wanted to ask Mr. Azk: "... In the most recent mission, my superior encountered some unusual circumstances. He pulled me away and crouched beside his teammate's body, his mouth covered in dark red blood. "In your memory, have there been any similar incidents? How can I assist my superior?"
