Chapter: 416
"Okay, according to the regulations, you who have just been promoted can get a day's rest. It is up to you to decide whether you want to practice fighting in the afternoon, but you must find someone to inform Gao Wen."
Klein nodded slightly, took a deep breath, straightened his back and said, "Captain, I have finished my occult studies course, and I want to spend the next morning learning skills in tracking and surveillance."
He paused, and added with a serious expression: "I want to fulfill my responsibilities as a Nighthawk as soon as possible."
Dunn took a deep look at him and said with emotion: "You are tougher than I imagined, so do it according to your ideas."
"Yes, Captain!" Klein stood up abruptly, drawing a crimson moon on his chest.
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After leaving the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein didn't go home directly to rest, but took this opportunity to take a trackless public carriage to the home of Instructor Azik.
Jingle, jingle.
Azik, who was wearing a white shirt and black vest, opened the door amidst the crisp bell.
There is a golden watch chain at the button of his vest, hanging there obliquely, connected to the pocket watch.
"You don't need to work?" Azik glanced at the sky and found that the sun hadn't climbed to the top yet.
"Because of some special circumstances, I was arranged to take turns off." Klein briefly explained.
Azik glanced at him, nodded as if he saw something, and got out of the way.
Entering the hall, Klein put away his cane, took off his hat, and followed Azik all the way to his living room.
The living room is furnished with a fireplace, rocking chair, sofa, and coffee table, and Klein sat in the usual seat with familiarity.
Azik on the opposite side smiled and pointed to the cigar on the coffee table, "Would you like one?"
"No." Klein shook his head resolutely.
Azik didn't try to persuade him any more, he lit the fire himself, picked up a cigar to warm up, and asked casually, "Is the matter in Morse Town settled?"
"I have to thank you." Klein said sincerely.
At the same time, he silently complained in his heart:
Mr. Azik, before you lost your memory, you must have left yourself a lot of wealth. Otherwise, how can a faculty member who is not even an associate professor enjoy cigars often?
Taking advantage of the other party's concentrating on fiddling with the cigar, he took the initiative to say, "Mr. Azik, I have something to ask you."
"What's the matter?" Azik asked without looking up.
Klein slowed down and organized his words, "A colleague of mine lost control and turned into a monster. I wonder if his soul was also polluted?"
He didn't know whether Mr. Ards understood the meaning of losing control, so he prepared the corresponding explanation and description, and waited for the other party to ask questions.
Ards stopped what he was doing, raised his head, looked at Klein, nodded solemnly and said, "There is no doubt about it."
"When you encounter a similar situation, you have to distinguish carefully. If the direct cause of his loss of control is the temptation of evil gods or demons, then try to avoid psychic communication. This may bring you fatal danger."
"I understand." Klein let out a sigh of frustration.
When Old Neil was at home, he was emotionally unstable and forgot about the psychic, and Dunn Smith didn't remind him, so that he completely missed the opportunity.
Now that I think about it, the captain didn't forget, but didn't mention it on purpose... Klein was silent for a few seconds thoughtfully. JrNovels.com