Amidst his thoughts, Klein cautiously entered the room, touched the corpse a few times, and confirmed that the corpse was completely dead.

He thought that he couldn't let "Corpse Collector" Frye see that he had made a mess here, so he mustered up his courage and carried the corpse back to the long table, holding hands on his shoulders.

During the whole process, Klein was not only worried all the time, as his nerves might be broken by any slight movement at any time, but he was also extremely sickened by the cold contact between the corpse and his skin.

After completing this task with difficulty, he remembered why he was close to the corpse before, so he once again focused on the wrist of the clown in the tuxedo, looking at the strange brand mark.

The imprint fell off at some point, and condensed into a ball of blood with a little blue.

The blood cell was only the size of a thumb, quietly suspended in mid-air in a posture that violated the rules of physics.

"What is this?" Klein whispered, not daring to touch it recklessly.

He hadn't thought about getting this weird blood cell at all. First, he didn't know whether it was good or bad. Second, he believed that Frye, who had carefully examined the corpse, must have discovered the brand mark on his wrist. He might even know what the strange blood cell was. what.

And even if Frye doesn't know, handing it over to the captain and letting the entire Nighthawk team explore and study it is obviously much better than me trying randomly... Klein thought so.

Being in an organization, an individual must know how to make the most of the power of the organization.

Klein waited tensely for a few minutes before seeing Frye, who had black hair, blue eyes, and thin lips, return to the room.

His eyes were instantly attracted by the strange blood cells, and he asked the question Klein had asked himself before: "What is this?"

"I don't know." Klein shook his head honestly, and described what happened without any concealment.

"The branding has fallen off into blood cells..." Frye nodded as if thinking, "There will always be some strange changes in the corpses of Extraordinary people..."

He raised his head, looked at Klein and said, "Go ask the captain to come over and tell him what the corpse whispered."

"Okay." Klein had long wanted to leave this place.

"You don't need to come here with the captain." Frye added, "I think you definitely don't like to see the next scene."

While speaking, he picked up the silver-white scalpel beside him.

Klein nodded with lingering fear, "This is exactly what I hoped for."

He took his cane, put on his hat, turned to Chanis Gate, and saw Captain Dunn, who was no longer sluggish, in the guard room.

After Dunn calmly listened to his narration, he nodded slightly and said, "I will report this matter and let the Holy Church handle it. Maybe they will send someone to the main peak of the Hornages Mountain Range to take a look."

Klein let out a "hmm" and saw that there were only the captain and "Sleepless" Keenli in the guard room, so he asked casually, "Mr. Al, have they gone to rest?"

Dunn nodded and said, "Al and Borgia are in the Church of St. Selina, and Lolotta should be looking for a cafe."

"Cafe? Ms. Lolotta's injury must not have healed yet, right?" Klein asked in surprise.

Dunn rubbed the browbones on both sides, smiled and said: "Lolotta has three major hobbies, coffee, desserts and maids. She said that you must have these three things to speed up your recovery."

"Maid?" Klein asked blankly.

Does Ms. Lolotta have a certain hobby?

Dunn shook his head helplessly and said, "She likes maids, um, that's right, and she likes, likes big breasts."

"... She is really a strange person." Klein didn't know what expression to use to face it.

Dunn didn't delay any longer, and went outside the guard room. Klein watched his back, waiting quietly to turn around. JrNovels.com