To be honest, he didn't want to see that expert very much, after all, he still had a bigger secret hidden.

In a place with seven major churches, under the premise that the suspected "senior" Emperor Roselle was assassinated, things like "traveling" will most likely go to the court, to the arbitration tribunal!

However, with no weapons, no fighting skills, and no extraordinary power, he was no match for a professional police officer. What's more, there were several Dunn's subordinates standing outside the door in the dark.

They drew their guns and fired a volley, and they even confessed!

"Huh, every step counts." Klein left a note, took the key, and followed Dunn out of the room.

In the dark corridor, four police officers in black and white checkered lined up on both sides, very vigilant.

Crack, crack, crack, Klein followed Dunn, stepping on the wooden stairs, going down step by step, and could hear creaking sounds from time to time.

There was a four-wheeled single-horse carriage parked outside the door of the apartment. The police system logo of "crossed swords, surrounded by a crown" was painted on the side of the carriage. The surrounding area was as lively and noisy as every morning before.

"Go up." Dunn signaled to Klein first.

Just as Klein was about to take a step, an oyster seller suddenly grabbed a customer and accused him of being a thief.

The two sides scuffled, startling the horses, and the surroundings suddenly became chaotic.

Chance!

Klein didn't have time to think about it, he bent down and rushed forward, rushing into the crowd.

Either pushing or dodging, he frantically fled towards the other side of the street.

Under the current circumstances, in order not to "see" the experts, they could only go to the pier outside the city, take a boat down the Tassock River, and flee to the capital Backlund, where the population is large and it is easy to hide.

Of course, you can also take the steam train, go east to the nearest port of Enmat, take the sea to Pritz, and then go to Backlund.

Not long after, Klein ran to the corner of the street and turned into Iron Cross Street, where several hireable carriages were parked.

"Go to the pier outside the city." Klein stretched his hands and jumped onto one of them.

He thought very clearly that he had to deliberately mislead the policemen who were chasing him first, and then jump off when the carriage drove a certain distance!

"Okay." The coachman pulled the reins.

Da da da, the carriage left Iron Cross Street.

Just when Klein was about to jump off the carriage, he suddenly discovered that the carriage turned to another road, not the road leading to the outside of the city!

"Where are you going?" Klein was stunned for a moment, then blurted out.

"To Welch's residence..." The coachman replied without any ups and downs.

What? In Klein's astonishment, the coachman turned around, revealing deep and indifferent gray eyes, as if he was Officer Dunn Smith!

"You!" Klein was inexplicably terrified, suddenly felt his world spinning, and sat up suddenly.

sit up? Klein looked left and right suspiciously, and found that the crimson moon was in full bloom outside the window, and the room was covered with "veils".

He reached out and touched his forehead, which was wet and cold, covered with cold sweat, and the same feeling was felt behind his back.

"I had a nightmare..." Klein let out a breath slowly, "It's okay, it's okay..."

He felt that he was quite lucid in his dream and could still think calmly, which was quite strange. JrNovels.com