Chapter: 115
"4 pence." The staff in charge of charging replied without hesitation.
After handing over the fare, Klein got into the carriage, only to see that it was empty and there were no other guests, and it was obviously deserted in the dimness.
"You are the first." The coachman said with a smile.
The two brown horses strode forward relatively briskly.
"Frankly speaking, I didn't expect that there would be a public carriage so early." Klein sat down close to the coachman and replied casually to distract his attention and ease his inner tension.
The coachman laughed at himself: "Every day from six o'clock to nine o'clock in the evening, but my weekly salary is only 1 pound."
"Is there no time to rest?" Klein asked in surprise.
"One day off every week." The coachman's tone became serious.
The toll collector next to him added: "We are responsible for six o'clock in the morning to eleven o'clock in the noon, then go to lunch, go to lunch break, wait until after dinner, that is, six o'clock, and then replace colleagues... Even if we don't have to rest, the two horses need."
"It wasn't like this in the past. Since some coachmen were too tired and made mistakes that shouldn't be made, causing the horses to lose control and the carriages toppled over, there was such a rotation... How could the group of vampires suddenly become kind!" The coachman sneered. One sound.
In the light of the morning light, the stagecoach drove towards Zouterand Street, with only seven or eight passengers on board along the way.
After Klein relieved his tension a little, he stopped talking, closed his eyes, and flashed back yesterday's experience frame by frame to see if he missed anything else.
When the scorching sun had fully risen and the sky was really bright, the stagecoach arrived at Zouterand Street.
Klein pressed his hat with his left hand, walked and jumped off the carriage.
He quickly entered No. 36 Zouterand Street, and walked up the stairs to the outside of the Blackthorn Security Company.
At this time, the gate is closed and has not yet been opened.
Klein took the keychain from his waist, found the corresponding one in brass color, stuffed it into the hole, and twisted it with a "click".
He pushed forward and opened the door slowly, and saw Leonard Mitchell with black hair and green eyes sniffing the recently popular cigarettes.
"Actually, I prefer cigars... You seem eager?" the poet-like Nighthawk asked comfortably.
"Where's the captain?" Klein asked without answering.
Leonard pointed to the partition: "It's in his office. As a 'sleepless', he has been promoted extraordinary. He only needs to rest for two hours during the day. I think those factory owners and bankers must like this potion the most. .�
Klein nodded, quickly walked through the partition, and saw that Dunn Smith had opened the office door and was standing at the entrance.
"What's the matter?" He was wearing a black windbreaker, holding a cane inlaid with gold, with a calm and serious expression.
"I have the feeling of 'I seem to have seen it somewhere'. It should be that notebook, the notebook of the Antigonus family." Klein tried his best to control himself to make his answer appear clear.
"Where is it?" Dunn Smith's complexion did not change significantly.
But Klein's inspiration told him that there seemed to be an obvious and invisible fluctuation in the other party. This might be the flash of spirit, or it might be a change of mood.
"It was at the place where Leonard and I rescued the hostages yesterday, across from the kidnapper's room. I didn't realize it at the time until I had a dream and got a revelation." Klein didn't hide anything.
"It seems that I missed a very big achievement yesterday." Leonard, who walked to the partition at some point, chuckled lightly.
Dunn nodded slightly, and ordered with a solemn expression: "Let Kernli replace Old Neil to guard the arsenal, and let Old Neil and Frye go there with us."
Leonard stopped being frivolous, and immediately notified Kenli and Frye in the Nighthawk entertainment room, one of them was "Sleepless" and the other was "Corpse Collector". JrNovels.com
After handing over the fare, Klein got into the carriage, only to see that it was empty and there were no other guests, and it was obviously deserted in the dimness.
"You are the first." The coachman said with a smile.
The two brown horses strode forward relatively briskly.
"Frankly speaking, I didn't expect that there would be a public carriage so early." Klein sat down close to the coachman and replied casually to distract his attention and ease his inner tension.
The coachman laughed at himself: "Every day from six o'clock to nine o'clock in the evening, but my weekly salary is only 1 pound."
"Is there no time to rest?" Klein asked in surprise.
"One day off every week." The coachman's tone became serious.
The toll collector next to him added: "We are responsible for six o'clock in the morning to eleven o'clock in the noon, then go to lunch, go to lunch break, wait until after dinner, that is, six o'clock, and then replace colleagues... Even if we don't have to rest, the two horses need."
"It wasn't like this in the past. Since some coachmen were too tired and made mistakes that shouldn't be made, causing the horses to lose control and the carriages toppled over, there was such a rotation... How could the group of vampires suddenly become kind!" The coachman sneered. One sound.
In the light of the morning light, the stagecoach drove towards Zouterand Street, with only seven or eight passengers on board along the way.
After Klein relieved his tension a little, he stopped talking, closed his eyes, and flashed back yesterday's experience frame by frame to see if he missed anything else.
When the scorching sun had fully risen and the sky was really bright, the stagecoach arrived at Zouterand Street.
Klein pressed his hat with his left hand, walked and jumped off the carriage.
He quickly entered No. 36 Zouterand Street, and walked up the stairs to the outside of the Blackthorn Security Company.
At this time, the gate is closed and has not yet been opened.
Klein took the keychain from his waist, found the corresponding one in brass color, stuffed it into the hole, and twisted it with a "click".
He pushed forward and opened the door slowly, and saw Leonard Mitchell with black hair and green eyes sniffing the recently popular cigarettes.
"Actually, I prefer cigars... You seem eager?" the poet-like Nighthawk asked comfortably.
"Where's the captain?" Klein asked without answering.
Leonard pointed to the partition: "It's in his office. As a 'sleepless', he has been promoted extraordinary. He only needs to rest for two hours during the day. I think those factory owners and bankers must like this potion the most. .�
Klein nodded, quickly walked through the partition, and saw that Dunn Smith had opened the office door and was standing at the entrance.
"What's the matter?" He was wearing a black windbreaker, holding a cane inlaid with gold, with a calm and serious expression.
"I have the feeling of 'I seem to have seen it somewhere'. It should be that notebook, the notebook of the Antigonus family." Klein tried his best to control himself to make his answer appear clear.
"Where is it?" Dunn Smith's complexion did not change significantly.
But Klein's inspiration told him that there seemed to be an obvious and invisible fluctuation in the other party. This might be the flash of spirit, or it might be a change of mood.
"It was at the place where Leonard and I rescued the hostages yesterday, across from the kidnapper's room. I didn't realize it at the time until I had a dream and got a revelation." Klein didn't hide anything.
"It seems that I missed a very big achievement yesterday." Leonard, who walked to the partition at some point, chuckled lightly.
Dunn nodded slightly, and ordered with a solemn expression: "Let Kernli replace Old Neil to guard the arsenal, and let Old Neil and Frye go there with us."
Leonard stopped being frivolous, and immediately notified Kenli and Frye in the Nighthawk entertainment room, one of them was "Sleepless" and the other was "Corpse Collector". JrNovels.com
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