"Yes." Klein just nodded and understood what the captain meant to stop him, "Are you worried that they will encounter disaster because of this wealth?"

Dunn sighed: "I've seen many such things. Give me their addresses, and I'll ask Kernli to arrange for them to leave Tingen and go to other cities to start a new life."

"Okay." Klein replied in a deep voice.

After finishing all this, he left Dunn's room, entered the lounge diagonally opposite, changed into the original formal suit, and left the police uniform in his own closet.

Taking the public carriage, Klein returned to Narcissus Street silently and staggeringly, took off his coat and hat, found the leftovers from last night, warmed them up, and filled his stomach with the last piece of oatmeal bread .

Then, he climbed up to the second floor, hung up his clothes, fell down, and lay down on the bed.

When he woke up, the pocket watch had already run to 2:10 in the afternoon, and the sun was high outside, shining through the clouds.

In this brilliant golden color, Klein stood beside the desk, looking out of the oriel window, at the passers-by in old and tattered clothes, watching them enter or leave Iron Cross Street.

Huh... He let out a breath slowly, and finally got rid of his depression.

The road has to be walked step by step, the sequence has to be improved layer by layer, everything has to be like this.

He shook his head, sat down, and began to summarize and sort out what happened last week, repeating the key points he had kept in mind before, so as to avoid forgetting and omissions.

Two fifty-five.

Above the vague, boundless, gray, and empty mist, a majestic and magnificent temple stands tall, and an ancient mottled bronze long table is quietly placed.

On the high-backed chair at the top of the long table, a man covered in thick gray mist was already sitting.

Klein leaned back on the back of the chair, thought silently for a while, and suddenly reached out to touch the crimson stars symbolizing "justice" and "The Hanged Man".

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Backlund, Queens District.

Audrey lifted her skirt and walked lightly towards the bedroom.

Suddenly, she felt something in her heart, turned her head sideways, looked into the shadow of the balcony, and saw Susie, a big golden retriever dog squatting quietly and watching quietly.

Audrey sighed silently, drew a crimson moon on her chest, then moved closer, looked down at the big golden retriever dog and said, "Susie, you're wrong, you're peeping, the 'audience' should be in your own Watch it openly from the position."

The big golden retriever looked up at its owner and wagged its tail cooperatively.

After rambling a few words, Audrey didn't dare to delay, and walked back to the bedroom.

Within a few seconds of opening and closing the door, she suddenly had a strange thought: "I wonder if Mister Fool can let Susie enter that mysterious space, so there will be four members of our Tarot Club! And One hundred percent are Extraordinary!"

"No, Susie can't even talk. What should I do if I let her express her opinions and exchange ideas? Bark bark? Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"Such a scene feels very strange just by imagining it...a dog barks suddenly in a mysterious and serious party...Mr. Fool will definitely kick us out of the Tarot Society..."

Audrey locked the door, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, and took out a page of old yellow-brown paper from under the pillow.

She watched it several times over and over again, and began to let herself enter the state of "spectator".

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In the Sunya Sea, somewhere in the sea, the ancient sailing ship chasing the "Listener" has moved away from the Rorsted Islands.

"Navigator" Alger Wilson was worried about the error of the mechanical wall clock, so he entered the captain's room half an hour earlier, so as not to be seen by his subordinates in an unexpected situation. JrNovels.com