Soest first reported the Archbishop's conclusion and the results of several local "Nighthawk" teams: "His Excellency Saint Anthony, with the help of the Holy Church, confirmed that the infiltrator is Gehrman Sparrow, and gave this crazy The conclusion that the criminal is still alive but not in this world.

"It's a really inconsistent statement, I don't understand what it means, and His Excellency the Archbishop didn't explain it.

"In short, our focus will completely shift to the investigation of Gehrman Sparrow.

"And according to the information provided by MI9, Gehrman Sparrow has a false identity, and he was originally from Backlund..."

After summarizing the clues, Soest asked casually, "Do you have anything to add?"

Leonard opened his mouth, about to speak, but his eyes flickered twice before becoming silent again.

Soest glanced at him sideways, and called his name: "Leonard, didn't you find some clues?"

Leonard was silent for a second, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "That clue has been ruled out."

Soest didn't ask any more questions, but turned to look at the other players.

After a round of supplementation and analysis, he began to arrange the tasks of his "Red Gloves" team.

After everything was properly assigned, Leonard Mitchell returned to the upper lounge with a cross-checked list of those who needed to be dreamed, and threw his body on the bed.

After sitting silently for a while, Leonard raised his hand to straighten his hair, ready to take action.

However, the first dream he came to didn't belong to any of the names on that list.

His target is Dwayne Dant�s!

��After repeated consideration, he decided to have a face-to-face meeting with this member of the secret organization, the undead fourth era monster, to see if he could get the corresponding information.

This may seem reckless, but it's a good idea when both parties know each other has problems and secrets.

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At 160 Boklund Street, Klein's bewildered mind suddenly came to his senses, knowing that someone had entered his dream.

He pondered for a while, sat on the easy chair, looked sideways at the balcony, and saw a man with dark hair and green eyes wearing a white shirt and black vest leaping in lightly. It was Leonard Mitchell.

I haven't looked for you yet, but you came to the door by yourself... The other "Nighthawks" knocked on the door very politely, and you were the only one who turned over the balcony... Klein slandered while watching the poet classmates approaching.

At this moment, in Leonard's eyes, the Dwayne Dant�s in his dream was still dressed in formal attire, with gray hair, sharp edges and corners, and extremely charming.

At this moment, the corner of the rich man's mouth was slightly raised, and he was smiling. He did not hide at all that he was awake and not affected by the "Nightmare" ability.

"Didn't Pallez Zarathustra tell you what politeness is?" Klein said in a tone that fit the image in the other party's mind.

Pallez Zarathustra... He was warning me again... Leonard froze for a moment, remembering the name.

He quickly calmed down his thoughts, bowed in a non-standard posture and said, "Please forgive my interruption, you are on our investigation list.

"You guys did this sneaking incident? Is this the purpose of your coming to Backlund?"

"No." Klein in the image of Dwayne Dant�s picked up the red wine next to him, took a sip and said, "It's not us, it's him alone."

He put on a posture that he was not afraid of you knowing.

"Gehrman Sparrow?" Leonard asked in a low voice.

Klein glanced at the other party with his deep blue eyes hiding some vicissitudes, and said, "Isn't this obvious?" JrNovels.com