Da, da, da, the sound of footsteps echoed in the sealed and empty underground.

After walking up the spiral staircase, Klein pushed open the door, made some identification, and went straight to the second office opposite.

After two days of familiarization, he has roughly figured out the layout of the Blackthorn Security Company:

The first entry is a spacious reception hall, with a set of sofas, tables and chairs, and through the partition, it is the inner area. The three rooms on the left side of the corridor from near to far are Mrs. Orianna's accounting room. There are several similar The lounge of the sofa bed and the stairs to the basement are located.

The three rooms on the right, from near to far, are Captain Dunn Smith's office, the office of the civilian staff equipped with typewriters, and the entertainment room for the official members of the Nighthawks team.

Klein had seen Leonard Mitchell playing cards with two other team members in the entertainment room before. He guessed it was Fighting the Landlords. Of course, Emperor Roselle had renamed it "Fighting Evil". It was just a way of playing. It was no different from what Klein knew.

After Brett was on duty at night, there would be a day of sleep benefits. Roseanne stayed at the reception desk, and C�sar Francis, who was in charge of purchasing, applying for supplies, and part-time coachman, went out as usual. When I opened the door, the three desks inside were all empty, and the purely mechanical typewriter was quietly placed.

"Axon's Type 1346 typewriter..." Klein, who had seen similar items in the mentor's office and Welch's house, whispered, and felt that the vaguely visible complex control system was full of mechanical beauty.

He walked to the desk with a typewriter and sat down, brewed for a while, and tried virtual typing.

In the beginning, he always instinctively processed it into pinyin, and waited until he was familiar with it before "digesting" the corresponding memory fragments of the original owner, and no longer made mistakes.

Da da da!

The rhythmic keyboard tapping sounds like a hard music from metal and industry. Accompanied by this melody, Klein quickly completed the funding application documents.

But he didn't rush to find Dunn Smith. Instead, he calmed down and carefully read the historical materials provided by Old Neil. It was both a review and a study.

Near noon, he stretched his neck, put away the materials, and reviewed and consolidated what he had learned in the morning according to the draft of the "Mystery Course".

It wasn't until this time that he took the "application form", went to the office next door, and knocked on the door gently.

Dunn was waiting for the lunch to be delivered. After seeing the document Klein handed over, the corner of his mouth turned up slightly and said, "Old Neil taught you?"

"Hmm." Klein betrayed Old Neil without any hesitation.

Dunn picked up the dark red pen, swiped and signed: "I just want to apply to the Church and the County Police Department for funding for July, August, and September. I will include yours and wait for approval. Ask Mrs. Orianna to withdraw it, and the pendulum will be available in the afternoon."

"Okay." Klein replied concisely and forcefully.

His tone and eyes were tinged with obvious joy.

Before leaving, he asked casually: "Shouldn't the application for funding for July, August and September be completed in June?"

How can there be a matter of applying for funding for July in July?

Dunn was silent for a few seconds, picked up his coffee cup and took a sip, "June encountered three cases in a row, so busy, so busy that some things were forgotten."

As expected of the captain with a poor memory... Klein knew that he had asked a question he shouldn't have asked, so he laughed dryly and hurried out.

In this way, he started a simple and regular life, with half an hour of meditation in the morning, two hours of occultism courses in the morning, one and a half hours of mastering historical materials, and after lunch, he took a nap in the lounge to restore his energy.

Then, get the bullets and go to the "shooting club" to practice. After the practice, take a walk to Welch's residence, which is not far away, change the route, and walk back to Iron Cross Street, which can save a bus fare. , he was proficient in skills such as spirit vision and pendulum, and bought a vegetable by the way.

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Audrey, who was tall and blond, stared at the cup in her hand, and saw countless bubbles bursting out, making the atmosphere peaceful.

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