Before he really got close, his gaze penetrated the open door and saw the broken full-length mirror facing diagonally.

There is still a small half hanging on the frame, and one piece after another, palm-sized lenses are cracked.

In the cracked mirror, Dunn Smith wearing a black windbreaker was half lying beside Kenli's body, not knowing what he was doing.

Suddenly, he raised his head, his gray eyes were dark and deep, and his mouth was stained with dark red blood.

Dark red blood.

Klein subconsciously turned around, left the door, and leaned his back against the wall.

Bending against the wall and looking at the darkness across the corridor, Klein instinctively held his breath.

What is the captain doing? What happened to the captain? He is drinking blood? Did he show early signs of losing control? Ideas emerged one after another, and his mind was in a mess, unable to produce effective thinking at all.

After more than ten seconds, Klein gritted his teeth, and with the help of the "clown" to control his body, he quietly moved to the stairs.

Then, he deliberately increased his pace, walked back, and once again came to the door of Mrs. Sharon's bedroom.

Looking into it, Klein saw the captain standing there, wrapping the sealed item "3-o271" with layers of black cloth, with a solemn expression, deep gray eyes, and a clean face.

What he had just seen seemed to be a hallucination.

Looking out of the corner of his eye, Klein saw that there was nothing unusual about Kenli's body, it was still the same as before.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Captain, how can I confirm whether those servants are asleep? It seems impossible to judge accurately only by spiritual vision. They will have different emotional reactions due to dreaming, and they will show corresponding colors."

Dunn Smith held the "psychic mirror", was silent for a few seconds, and said hoarsely: "Sorry, I forgot, I made too many mistakes tonight."

"You don't need to check, I'll make sure."

He raised one hand, pressed the center of his eyebrows, and then closed his eyes, letting the invisible ripples ripple to other rooms, to the first floor.

Whether he is asleep or not is clearly visible in front of "Nightmare".

Klein stared blankly at this scene, slowly lowered his eyes, and bit the inside of his lips.

Captain, you really just wanted to distract me just now...

What the hell are you doing, do you know what you're doing...

He turned his head abruptly and looked towards the window, only to see the crimson moon hanging high, as if it hadn't changed for thousands of years.

After calming down for a while, Klein carefully inspected the corpses of Kenley and Madam Sharon under the cover of picking up tarot cards, revolvers, half-height silk top hats and other items.

They kept the appearance when they died, and their skin became pale at an abnormal rate, with a little bruising.

It's a little strange, they seem to be missing something... It's not a specific thing, but a certain feeling... Klein said to himself silently, only feeling the cool wind blowing from the broken window making his hairs stand on end.

At this moment, Dunn opened his eyes, and said in a low voice, "They are all still asleep, but a few are close to waking up."

"This is good, this is good..." Klein looked at the captain, not knowing what he was answering.

Dunn looked around and said, "Take care of the items at the scene, and then go to the nearest police station to find someone to come over. Well, by the way, go back to Zotland Street and ask Fry to help."

Klein took a deep look at the captain, gritted his teeth and nodded, "Yes."

With Dunn's help, he almost finished handling the scene, and left Mrs. Sharon's house through the main entrance. JrNovels.com