He already figured out why the Nighthawks suddenly dreamed of him.

The "Nightmare" in front of him should be the captain of the Nighthawks team, responsible for the Will Auceptin incident, but he has not been able to find any useful clues.

Under such circumstances, Dr. Allen and Detective Sherlock Moriarty came to the door to inquire about Will Auceptin's whereabouts. They should have known about the whereabouts of Will Auceptin last night or this morning. At the same time, they found that Dr. Allen Just after breakfast, he hurried to Minsk Street to visit Detective Sherlock Moriarty.

In a professional spirit, dreaming at night is the most normal and natural development, but Dr. Allen is more sensitive, and rashly falling into a dream may break the clues, so a certain detective has become the undoubted first choice.

"What happened to him?" the leader of the Nighthawks team asked casually.

Klein replied truthfully: "He had a nightmare..."

Klein described the scenes of the pitch-black tower, the silver giant snake, and Will Auceptin under layers of protection, and finally said: "Before I had this nightmare, Allen went to Will Auceptin's house to find that The child, because he was worried about his recovery, because he was troubled by the bad luck before, it is a pity that Will Auceptin's family has moved away, but Alan recalled that the child gave him a thousand-year-old that he folded himself. paper crane, and wish him good luck.

"Maybe it was stimulated by these two things that he had such a nightmare."

The man in the gray coat showed a surprised expression and said, "Thousand paper cranes?"

"Yes." Klein nodded lightly, "The child gave it to Alan before he was discharged from the hospital, and Alan threw it in a drawer in his office. After that, he forgot about it and didn't think about it until last night."

"I understand, thank you for your explanation." The captain of the Nighthawks stood up and saluted politely.

The dream suddenly shook like water waves, and he disappeared directly into the room.

Looking at the seat where he sat, Klein leisurely speculated about the next development:

The Nighthawks may go to Dr. Allen tonight to have a dream examination and take away the paper crane, so the problem arises, the paper crane was folded by Klein, and the genuine product is above the gray mist.

Forget it, no matter which Thousand Paper Crane they use, they won't be able to get the answer through divination, and it doesn't matter if they exchange it or not... Klein muttered to himself.

Concentrating his thoughts, he continued to sit there, not in a hurry to get out of the dream, and was in a daze for a long time.

After a while, he raised the corner of his mouth and sighed softly.

"I really miss it..."

On Sunday morning, not long after Klein finished his breakfast, he heard the expected doorbell.

But to his surprise, not only reporter Mike Joseph, but also Dr. Allen came.

"Sherlock, I had that nightmare again last night. I don't think it's normal." Alan didn't avoid Mike, and said as soon as he entered the living room.

Before Klein could answer, he took out his wallet and took out a thousand paper cranes: "Do you think it might be its problem?

"Ever since I found it and carried it with me, I have had nightmares."

Klein glanced at it indifferently, his expression suddenly froze. If he hadn't been a "clown" before and had a strong ability to control the facial muscles, he might even show an unconcealable smile in front of reporters and doctors. Yes, smile.

This, this Thousand Paper Crane is uglier than mine... This was Klein's instant thought.

At this moment, he had the urge to cover his face and sigh:

Could it be that the tradition of the Nighthawks has been passed down in one continuous line, and manual work is relatively poor?

There is no doubt that the thousand paper cranes in front of him are the product of another package swap. After getting accurate information from Klein, the Nighthawks didn't seem to delay, and sneaked into Dr. Allen's bedroom that night, using the thousand papers they folded. Crane switched the one in the wallet.

But what they didn't expect was that the one in the wallet was also fake, it was folded by Klein above the gray mist, and it was quite rough.

Inexplicably happy... Klein glanced at Dr. Allen, who was unaware, cleared his throat and said, "Maybe so, I suggest you go to the church again and talk to the previous bishop, we have to believe The gods we believe in are always watching me." JrNovels.com