He looked down at the empty plate, subconsciously wanting to reproduce the food just now.

However, this time, neither tomato oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, nor mashed potatoes continued to appear in his dreams.

Was completely 'swallowed'? This is the ability of 'Nightmare'? The corner of Klein's mouth twitched, and he thought helplessly, so, the captain's purpose is to prevent me from eating supper in my dreams? This is really a nightmare, this 'nightmare' is so creatively played

He let out a laugh, exited the dreamland, and fell asleep again.

At half past five the next morning, Klein, who had to get up early, drank coffee, ate toast and bacon, and hurried outside the town to replace Dunn.

At seven o'clock, they set off on time to return to downtown Tingen.

Before ten o'clock, they arrived at No. 36 Zouterland Street. The energetic Dunn put the Sealed Artifact 3�o782 back behind Chanis Gate, and Frye sat in front of the mechanical typewriter. Under the circumstances, write yesterday's task report and the reimbursement application for corresponding consumption in person.

Klein watched for a while, and was satisfied to see that all the materials he used were included in the list�this included the part he used to repel mosquitoes and insects.

He didn't go home right away, because he had written a coded letter to make an appointment with Dr. Daxter of the lunatic asylum at one o'clock in the afternoon to meet at the scheduled place.

Then there will be a Tarot meeting at three o'clock, why is my byiss, a secret organization, living so tired? Klein talked to himself silently, and lay down in the Nighthawks' lounge for two hours to catch up on his sleep.

He is not worried about forgetting the knowledge and things he acquired last night, which can be recalled by divination. What he is afraid of is that he will ignore the existence of these knowledge and things, and even lose the idea of ??divination them. Therefore, Before going to bed, he went over all the details in his mind to deepen his impression.

This is why Klein insists on writing summaries every week and sorting out various situations.

After lunch, he took a look at his pocket watch, put on his hat and left the Blackthorn Security Company, and came to the shooting club at No. 3 Zouterand Street.

Pushing open the door and entering the reception hall, Klein didn't go directly to the shooting range that belonged to the Nighthawks. Instead, he found a seat in the hall and sat down, holding the black cane with both hands and waiting patiently.

The place where he and Daxter agreed to meet was at this Zouterand Street Shooting Club!

And the way they agreed was to write a letter. When Klein needed to meet, he would write to Dr. Daxter Guderian as a family member of the patient, asking about a special disease called split personality. In the letter, Klein Ryan would refer to the word audience in various ways to confirm his identity with the ink dots in hidden locations, and the time point inadvertently written in the letter was the time point of meeting.

As for the meeting place, it was already decided during their first meeting. If Klein felt that it was time to change places, he would explain it during the interview.

When Dust Guderian wants to meet but is not in a hurry, he can send the letter to the Hound Tavern, or this shooting club, and the recipient is Mr. Hornakis, waiting for Klein to pick it up regularly.

If he has an emergency, he must directly deliver the letter to Wright, the owner of the Hound Tavern, and he must mention looking for mercenaries. In this way, Wright, who is a peripheral member of the Nighthawks, will immediately send the letter to the Blackthorn Security Company.

After waiting for a while, two minutes before one o'clock, Klein saw Daxter, who had a rather gentle demeanor, walk into the lobby of the shooting club.

He was wearing a black silk top hat, a well-fitting tuxedo, a cane inlaid with silver in his hand, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face.

Daxter unobtrusively looked around for half a circle, and saw Klein nodding slightly, so he withdrew his gaze, walked to the front desk, and skillfully applied for a shooting range and rented guns.

�He has been here once.

Small shooting range No. 7, 3 soli per hour, revolver rental fee, 1 soli and 6 pence per hour, including six bullets. The girl in charge of the reception quickly settled the matter.

After Daxter confirmed that the time was 1 hour and paid 10 soli, he received the revolver and extra bullets, and entered the corresponding shooting range under the guidance of the waiter.

Klein waited for another five minutes before slowly getting up, carrying his cane, and went outside the small shooting range No. 7, knocking on the door.

With a creak, the door cracked open. Dust first looked around vigilantly, and then stepped aside.

Klein immediately dodged in and locked the door behind him.

Good afternoon, Mr. Durst. While talking, he took out a 10 soli banknote and handed it to the other party. We will not let peripheral members pay for the meeting fee.

Because I can reimburse him, he silently added. JrNovels.com