Chapter: 199
At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw "Sleepless" Keenli take out his pocket watch and press it.
Three, two, one... As soon as Klein finished counting silently, Dunn stopped, turned around and said, "I forgot one more thing, Klein, you have experienced too much today, and you will definitely feel tired after you relax. You don�t need to stay here in the afternoon, go back and have a good rest, and submit the application tomorrow, and list the losses in detail.�
"Well, you don't need to pay special attention to killing Extraordinary people. By killing him, you will save more people."
"Actually, I'm already much better." Klein breathed out silently.
Dunn nodded slightly, and just as he was about to turn around, he patted his forehead suddenly and said, "Also, I have already handed over the portrait of that Extraordinary to Leonard, and let him and the police department be responsible for the follow-up investigation, I think , that Extraordinary will definitely ride a carriage in Tingen City, enjoy food, and will definitely have a place to live."
"Everyone who walks will leave traces. The words of Emperor Roselle are indeed very reasonable."
"...Yes." Klein replied blankly.
When the captain left, he also left the guard room and walked slowly to the second floor.
On the way, he suddenly thought of one thing, which inexplicably increased his fear: "The clown in the tuxedo claimed that the secret repair society had mastered the sequence path corresponding to the 'Seer'... Even if this is an exaggeration, they don't actually have a high-sequence formula. There is definitely no shortage of low-sequences."
"In other words, they have quite a few fortune tellers."
"Will the divination reveal that I killed the tuxedo clown and secretly retaliated?"
"You can't deal with Nighthawks, and you can't deal with me, a 'Seer' who has no direct means of defeating the enemy..."
Klein stopped on the stairs, thought about this question seriously, and soon realized that he was just worrying blindly: "First, the Secret Order doesn't even know who the members of the Nighthawks are."
"Second, even if you know one or two, it definitely does not include me, a civil servant."
"Third, in this case, unless it is a 'prophet', it is impossible to predict who the murderer is."
With a sigh of relief, he left the Blackthorn Security Company and returned to Narcissus Street in a public carriage.
Although he didn't eat anything at noon, he still lacked appetite at this time.
Klein entered the bedroom, took off his torn formal suit first, and took off his half-height silk top hat, then lay down on the bed, trying to sleep.
His thoughts are still active, and he can't seem to relax, but what repeats in his mind is no longer the picture of shooting the tuxedo clown, but the scene of moving the corpse himself, but the creepy touch.
He lost a lot of the discomfort of killing people for the first time, but a little more of the nausea that would appear one pimple after another just thinking about it.
"This may be Fry's purpose. He hopes that I can overcome my psychological shadow by looking at the corpse... However, the previous psychological shadow is gone, and a new psychological shadow has appeared..." Klein laughed at himself, and his spirit eased. .
He didn't know when he fell asleep, and when he woke up, his stomach was making a gurgling sound.
"I think I can eat a whole cow!" Klein whispered, and saw the sun outside the window, and the sky was on fire.
After changing into the old but comfortable household clothes, he walked quickly to the first floor. Before he had time to think about what to make for dinner, he heard the sound of the door opening.
Melissa... he thought with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.
Since she started taking the stagecoach, it was not so late for my sister to go home.
The key turned, the door opened, and Melissa walked in with small steps, carrying a bag containing books and stationery.
She looked towards the kitchen door and said, "Klein, there is your letter, a letter from your mentor."
Letter from tutor? By the way, I wrote to him and asked him about the history of the main peak of Hornages... Klein was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered.
After dinner, Klein sat down leisurely on the sofa in the living room after eating and drinking, and cut open the letter sent by his tutor with a knife. JrNovels.com
Three, two, one... As soon as Klein finished counting silently, Dunn stopped, turned around and said, "I forgot one more thing, Klein, you have experienced too much today, and you will definitely feel tired after you relax. You don�t need to stay here in the afternoon, go back and have a good rest, and submit the application tomorrow, and list the losses in detail.�
"Well, you don't need to pay special attention to killing Extraordinary people. By killing him, you will save more people."
"Actually, I'm already much better." Klein breathed out silently.
Dunn nodded slightly, and just as he was about to turn around, he patted his forehead suddenly and said, "Also, I have already handed over the portrait of that Extraordinary to Leonard, and let him and the police department be responsible for the follow-up investigation, I think , that Extraordinary will definitely ride a carriage in Tingen City, enjoy food, and will definitely have a place to live."
"Everyone who walks will leave traces. The words of Emperor Roselle are indeed very reasonable."
"...Yes." Klein replied blankly.
When the captain left, he also left the guard room and walked slowly to the second floor.
On the way, he suddenly thought of one thing, which inexplicably increased his fear: "The clown in the tuxedo claimed that the secret repair society had mastered the sequence path corresponding to the 'Seer'... Even if this is an exaggeration, they don't actually have a high-sequence formula. There is definitely no shortage of low-sequences."
"In other words, they have quite a few fortune tellers."
"Will the divination reveal that I killed the tuxedo clown and secretly retaliated?"
"You can't deal with Nighthawks, and you can't deal with me, a 'Seer' who has no direct means of defeating the enemy..."
Klein stopped on the stairs, thought about this question seriously, and soon realized that he was just worrying blindly: "First, the Secret Order doesn't even know who the members of the Nighthawks are."
"Second, even if you know one or two, it definitely does not include me, a civil servant."
"Third, in this case, unless it is a 'prophet', it is impossible to predict who the murderer is."
With a sigh of relief, he left the Blackthorn Security Company and returned to Narcissus Street in a public carriage.
Although he didn't eat anything at noon, he still lacked appetite at this time.
Klein entered the bedroom, took off his torn formal suit first, and took off his half-height silk top hat, then lay down on the bed, trying to sleep.
His thoughts are still active, and he can't seem to relax, but what repeats in his mind is no longer the picture of shooting the tuxedo clown, but the scene of moving the corpse himself, but the creepy touch.
He lost a lot of the discomfort of killing people for the first time, but a little more of the nausea that would appear one pimple after another just thinking about it.
"This may be Fry's purpose. He hopes that I can overcome my psychological shadow by looking at the corpse... However, the previous psychological shadow is gone, and a new psychological shadow has appeared..." Klein laughed at himself, and his spirit eased. .
He didn't know when he fell asleep, and when he woke up, his stomach was making a gurgling sound.
"I think I can eat a whole cow!" Klein whispered, and saw the sun outside the window, and the sky was on fire.
After changing into the old but comfortable household clothes, he walked quickly to the first floor. Before he had time to think about what to make for dinner, he heard the sound of the door opening.
Melissa... he thought with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.
Since she started taking the stagecoach, it was not so late for my sister to go home.
The key turned, the door opened, and Melissa walked in with small steps, carrying a bag containing books and stationery.
She looked towards the kitchen door and said, "Klein, there is your letter, a letter from your mentor."
Letter from tutor? By the way, I wrote to him and asked him about the history of the main peak of Hornages... Klein was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered.
After dinner, Klein sat down leisurely on the sofa in the living room after eating and drinking, and cut open the letter sent by his tutor with a knife. JrNovels.com
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