Lord of the Mysteries

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Da da da.

The footsteps echoed in the narrow, narrow corridor, and spread far and wide in the silence, no noise.

Klein back is straight, unhurriedly follows the middle-aged pastor, does not ask, does not chat, sinks like a windless lake.

Passing through the tightly guarded passage, the middle-aged priest opened a Secret Sect with the key, pointing down the stone stairs:

“Cross road left is Chanis Gate.”

“May the Goddess bless you.” Klein tapped 4 times on his chest to outline the “shape” of scarlet moon.

The secular use of secular etiquette, religion uses religious rituals.

“praise the Goddess.” The middle-aged pastor returned with the same action.

Klein no longer speaks, following the stone stairs, with the help of elegant gas lamps inlaid on the two walls, step by step to the depths of darkness.

Halfway through, he turned subconsciously and saw that the middle-aged priest was still standing at the door, at the top of the stairs, standing in the shadow of the gas of rays of light, like a wax figure that could not move.

Klein took his eyes off and continued to descend. Not long after, he touched the ground with icy slabs and went to the crossroads.

He didn’t turn to the “Chanis Gate” direction, because Dunn Smith, who had just passed the round, would definitely not be there.

Following the familiar road on the right, Klein re-entered another step and appeared inside the “Black Thorns Security Company”.

Seeing the door or closing or half-covering, he did not look recklessly, but entered the reception hall and saw the sweet-brown hair girl who was smiling and reading a magazine.

“Hey, Roseanne.” Klein came to the side and deliberately tapped the table.

Kuāng dāng !

Roseanne suddenly stood up, knocked over the chair and said in a hurry:

“Hey, the weather is good today, you, you, Klein, how come you?”

She touched her chest with her hand and gasped for two breaths, like a little girl who was afraid of being caught lazy by father.

“I have something to find captain.” Klein replied briefly.

“… scared me, I thought captain came out.” Roseanne glanced at Klein. “I don’t know how to knock! Oh, you should be glad that I am a generous, kind lady, hey, I prefer The word girl… What are you looking for in captain? He is in the room opposite Mrs. Oriana.”

Even though the spirit was quite tight, Klein was amused by Roseanne and smiled:

“secret.”

“…” Roseanne’s eyes were round and unbelievable. At the same time, Klein was slightly embarrassed and quickly quit.

He re-opened the door of the first office of the right hand through the partition door of the reception room.

“Please come in.” Dunn Smith’s voice was soft and soft.

Klein pushes the door, the backhand closes, and the cap is saluted:

“Good morning, Mr. Captain.”

“Good morning, is there anything?” Dunn’s black trench coat and hat are hanging on the side of the coat rack. The exposed body only wears white shirts and black vests, even if the hairline is high and the gray pupils are deep. It also seems refreshing.

“Someone is following me.” Klein replied truthfully, without making any extra modifications.

Dunn leaned back, his hands clasped, and the deep ash was quietly looking towards Klein’s eyes.

Instead of following the topic, he asked:

“You came from the church?”

“Yes.” Klein answered with certainty.

Dunn slightly nodded, did not say good or bad, turned back to the topic:

“It may be Welch’s father who doesn’t believe in the cause of our notification. I asked private detective from Wind City to investigate.”

Constant’s City, also known as Wind City in Midsea County, is an extremely developed area of ​​the coal and steel industry and ranks among the top 3 cities in Ruen Kingdom.

Without waiting for Klein to comment, Dunn continued:

“It may also come from the source of the notebook, oh, we are looking at where the Welch got the Antigonus family notebook. Of course, it is impossible to exclude other individuals, or organizations, who are pursuing this notebook.”

“What should I do?” Klein solemnly asked.

There is no doubt that he hopes to be the first reason.

Dunn didn’t answer immediately, took a sip from the coffee cup, and his gray eyes saw no ripples:

“Go back according to the previous road and do whatever you want.”

“Any?” Klein asked.

“Any.” Dunn is definitely nodded, “Of course, don’t scare the other side, don’t violate the law.”

“Okay.” Klein took a deep breath, turned away, left the room and returned to the basement.

He turned left at the crossroads, bathed in the rays of light separated by two sides of gas, and walked quietly in the empty, dark and cold passage.

The echoes are superimposed, and the more lonely, the more fear.

Soon, Klein approached the ladder and stepped up, seeing the middle-aged pastor standing in the shadow and standing at the door.

2 When they met, they didn’t speak, and the middle-aged priest turned silently and gave way.

Moving silently all the way, Klein returned to the large prayer hall. After the arched platform, the radiance of each and everyone ’s circular hole was still pure, the darkness and tranquility in the room were still the same, and the gentlemen and ladies lined up outside the confession room were still there, but only a lot less. .

After waiting for a while, Klein took the cane and the newspaper and, as if nothing had happened, walked slowly away from the Great Prayer Hall and left the Church of Saint Selina.

As soon as he went out and saw Lieyang, he suddenly had a familiar sense of being watched, only to feel like a prey caught by an eagle.

Suddenly, a doubt emerged in his mind:

Why didn’t “Peeper” follow me into the church before? Although in that way, I can still use the dark environment and the pastor’s help to hide his short “disappearance”, but is it difficult for him to pretend to pray and follow the monitoring? Nothing bad is done, is there any problem with open and aboveboard going in?

Unless he has a black history, is afraid of the church, fears the bishop, knows that the other person may have extraordinary ability…

In this way, the probability of private detective is very low …

call! Klein sighed, no longer as tight as before, leisurely stepping around, winding to the back of Zoutlan Street.

He parked in front of an old-fashioned, mottled building with a house number “3” and the name “Zoutlan Shooting Club”.

The underground shooting range of the police section has a part open to the “public” in order to earn additional funds.

Klein just entered, and the feeling of being peeped disappeared immediately. He seized the opportunity and gave the badge of the Special Operations Department to the waiter in charge of reception.

A little verification, he was introduced underground and came to a closed small shooting range.

“10 meter target.” Klein simply asked the waiter for a sentence, took the revolver from the armpit of the armpit, and took out the box of brass-colored bullets from the pocket.

Suddenly being stared at, his desire for self-defense overcomes procrastination, so impatient came to practice Spear Art.

Pa!

After the waiter left, he threw away the runner and quits the silver’s demon hunting bullet one after another, then picks up the normal bullets of brass color and slams into the nest.

At this time, he no longer left a space to prevent accidental firing, he did not take off his formal coat, took off the half-height top hat, and practiced in the most ordinary dress. After all, when encountering enemies and danger, he shouted “Please stop and let me change light clothes first.”

Pā tà !

Klein closed the runner and slid it with his thumb.

Suddenly, both of his hands held the gun and lifted it straight up, aiming at the target 10 meters away.

However, he did not rush to shoot, but seriously recalled the off-target experience of military training and common sense such as 3 points and 1 line, and recoil.

Oh la la ! Oh la la !

In the sound of the clothes, Klein practiced aiming over and over again, practicing the holding position, seriously like a child in the college entrance examination.

After many repetitions, he retreated to the wall, sat on the soft bench, put the left wheel to the side, massaged his arm by himself, and rested for a while.

After a few minutes of thinking back, Klein picked up the pistol of the wooden grip and the copper runner again, came to the shooting position, made a standard posture, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

His arm trembled and his body leaned back slightly, and the bullet deviated from the target.

boom! boom! boom!

After absorbing the experience, he fired one shot at a time, groping for a feeling in practice until all 6 bullets were shot.

Started shooting … Klein stepped back again and sat down, breathing for 2 breaths.

pa! He threw away the runner and let the 6 shells land on the ground, and then continued to insert the remaining brass bullets one by one without changing his expression.

The activity relaxed the lower arm and Klein stood up again and summed it back to the shooting position.

boom! boom! boom!

The sound of the gun echoed, the target shook, Klein practiced time and time again, rest time and time, all the 30 normal bullets received and the remaining 5 rounds were polished, and the target was gradually stabilized and began to pursue the number of rings.

Shaking his sore arm, he poured out the last 5 shells, lowered his head, inserted the silver demon hunting bullet with complex patterns one after another, and reserved a position for the wrong shot.

After the left wheel was placed under the arm of the gun, the smoke and dust on Klein pats, with a relaxed effort, walked out of the special shooting range and returned to the street.

The feeling of being looked at once again, Klein’s mood was calmer than before. He walked slowly to Champagne Street and spent 4 pennies on the railroad public carriage back to Iron Cross Street and entered the apartment where he lived.

Feeling peeping silently, he pulled out the key and opened the door. He saw a man in his late 30s wearing a linen shirt and very short hair sitting at the desk.

With a tight heart and a moment of relaxation, Klein smiled and said:

“Good morning, no, good afternoon, Benson.”

This man is exactly the same as Melissa’s brother, Benson Moretti, who was only 25 this year. Because of the hairline, his face is old and looks like 30.

He has black hair and brown eyes, similar to Klein has several points of, but without the faint scholarly flavor.

“Good afternoon, Klein, how about the interview?” Benson stood up and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

His black jacket and half-height top hat hang from the bulge of the bed.

“Very poor.” Klein replied without expression.

Seeing Benson stunned, Klein chuckles added:

“In fact, I didn’t attend the interview at all. I found a job in advance, and I paid 3 pounds a week…”

He repeated the words he had previously said to Melissa.

Benson calmed down and shook his head with a smile :

“There is a feeling of seeing a child grow up… well, this job is not bad.”

He sighed the road:

“It’s good to hear such a good news when you come back. We have to celebrate tonight, buy some beef?”

Klein said with a smile :

“Okay, but I think Melissa will be distressed. Let’s go buy the ingredients together in the afternoon? Bring at least 3shilling? Well, honestly, 1 pound for 20shilling, 1shilling for 12p, and half-penny, 1 / 4p This kind of currency system is counterintuitive and very troublesome. I think it must be one of the most stupid currency systems in the world. “

After he finished speaking, he saw Benson’s expression become serious, suddenly a little uneasy, wondering if he had said the wrong thing.

Could it be that original self in the missing memory fragment, Benson is a pure and extreme kingdom supporter, can’t allow others to deny it a little?

Benson took a few steps and retorted with a serious look:

“No, no one.”

No one… Klein groaned, reacted quickly, and smiled at the big brother.

Sure enough, Benson is good at mocking humor.

Benson’s mouth is upturned and adds a serious:

“You should understand that to develop a reasonable and simple currency system requires a premise, that is, know how to count, master the decimal, but unfortunately, in those inflation figures, such talent is too rare.”