Chapter: 981
It wasn't long before he was eating Fenebo noodles with sauce and meat, and he thought it was a good morning.
Adhering to the tradition of this world, he flipped through the newspaper while eating, and first confirmed that the old man "Eye of Wisdom" hadn't published an advertisement.
Based on the thoughts from last night, Klein decided to have some entertainment today, so he considered whether to go to a concert, an opera, or a play.
Tickets for many concert halls in the West District, Hillston District, and Jowood District cost at least 6 soli. If you meet a well-known musician, it will even be calculated in pounds. Professional concert halls for civilians are 6 to 9 pence, open to Those with spare money and the poor in the Eastern District only need 1 penny... Klein flipped through the corresponding information to select today's entertainment items.
At this moment, he heard the sound of the doorbell.
Jingle.
Who? Klein raised his head abruptly and looked towards the door.
He felt that he was suffering from a disease now, the disease of being afraid of the doorbell ringing, which was exactly the same as the symptom of being afraid of incoming calls from the mobile phone when he was on earth.
Putting down the newspapers and magazines, and looking at the empty tray with no condiments left, Klein got up and walked towards the door.
Before holding the handle, he already knew that Dr. Allen was outside.
Don't you even have to go to work? Klein muttered, and reached out to open the door.
"Good morning, Allen, today's fog is gray." He said with a smile.
Allen still had that indifferent expression, but with a little more anxiety and fear.
He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, without bothering to say hello, and said bluntly, "Sherlock, I'm dreaming again! I'm dreaming of Will Auceptin again!"
ah? Klein almost froze there.
Isn't it right? The authentic thousand paper cranes are here with me, above the gray mist, and the thousand paper cranes I made are with the Nighthawks. If you bring an inferior thousand paper cranes made by the Nighthawks, you can continue to dream of Will Onsai Ting? This is not science, no, this is not mysticism... Klein suddenly became serious, and immediately asked: "Is it still the dream before?"
"No, it's not that scary this time." Allen calmed down a little instead, "I dreamed of Green Cemetery, do you know Green Cemetery?"
"I know." Klein replied succinctly.
Outside the Green Cemetery, he caught a group of students dancing spirits and a occultist named Kopusti, who was a savage occultist, and got another copper whistle that could summon a messenger from the latter.
Allen took a breath of cold air and continued: "I dreamed of the woods outside the Green Cemetery, and I dreamed of a birch tree with a ring of bark off its waist. Will Auceptin is sitting on this tree Below, look at me quietly."
"And then?" Klein pressed.
Allen shook his head: "The dream ends here."
What a strange thing... Could it be that Dr. Allen's dream has nothing to do with that paper crane? No, if it's irrelevant, the dream will not change after changing the thousand paper cranes, and I also used that thousand paper cranes to divination on the gray mist, and got corresponding revelations... Klein considered Said: "This is beyond my understanding, Alan, what do you want me to do?"
Allen's hot breath drifted into the air and turned into a white mist: "I want to take a look outside the Green Cemetery, right now, during the day, can you protect me? I will pay the entrustment fee, �1."
Now to explore the scene that appeared in the dream? There shouldn't be anything too weird during the day... Klein thought for a while and said, "I can accept this commission, but I suggest you go to the church first and tell the bishop you are familiar with the dream about. "
Allen let out a "huh" and then said with some doubts: "Why do you always suggest me to go to church? I know, you explained it before, in a very logical way, if there is magical power, it can always dominate the human world The church must be the one with the strongest magical power, if not, then going to the church can at least get psychological comfort and corresponding network resources, but, a thing that is not too strange, why do you suggest me to go to the church?"
Klein thought about it for two seconds, and replied solemnly: "I am a detective, and I have access to many unusual things, so I understand the special nature of the church, and I also understand when and under what circumstances I should seek help from them."
"Really?" Allen said with a serious face.
Klein immediately raised the corner of his mouth: "I'm just kidding.
"Alan, take it easy, I'll change clothes first, uh, and wash the dishes." JrNovels.com
Adhering to the tradition of this world, he flipped through the newspaper while eating, and first confirmed that the old man "Eye of Wisdom" hadn't published an advertisement.
Based on the thoughts from last night, Klein decided to have some entertainment today, so he considered whether to go to a concert, an opera, or a play.
Tickets for many concert halls in the West District, Hillston District, and Jowood District cost at least 6 soli. If you meet a well-known musician, it will even be calculated in pounds. Professional concert halls for civilians are 6 to 9 pence, open to Those with spare money and the poor in the Eastern District only need 1 penny... Klein flipped through the corresponding information to select today's entertainment items.
At this moment, he heard the sound of the doorbell.
Jingle.
Who? Klein raised his head abruptly and looked towards the door.
He felt that he was suffering from a disease now, the disease of being afraid of the doorbell ringing, which was exactly the same as the symptom of being afraid of incoming calls from the mobile phone when he was on earth.
Putting down the newspapers and magazines, and looking at the empty tray with no condiments left, Klein got up and walked towards the door.
Before holding the handle, he already knew that Dr. Allen was outside.
Don't you even have to go to work? Klein muttered, and reached out to open the door.
"Good morning, Allen, today's fog is gray." He said with a smile.
Allen still had that indifferent expression, but with a little more anxiety and fear.
He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, without bothering to say hello, and said bluntly, "Sherlock, I'm dreaming again! I'm dreaming of Will Auceptin again!"
ah? Klein almost froze there.
Isn't it right? The authentic thousand paper cranes are here with me, above the gray mist, and the thousand paper cranes I made are with the Nighthawks. If you bring an inferior thousand paper cranes made by the Nighthawks, you can continue to dream of Will Onsai Ting? This is not science, no, this is not mysticism... Klein suddenly became serious, and immediately asked: "Is it still the dream before?"
"No, it's not that scary this time." Allen calmed down a little instead, "I dreamed of Green Cemetery, do you know Green Cemetery?"
"I know." Klein replied succinctly.
Outside the Green Cemetery, he caught a group of students dancing spirits and a occultist named Kopusti, who was a savage occultist, and got another copper whistle that could summon a messenger from the latter.
Allen took a breath of cold air and continued: "I dreamed of the woods outside the Green Cemetery, and I dreamed of a birch tree with a ring of bark off its waist. Will Auceptin is sitting on this tree Below, look at me quietly."
"And then?" Klein pressed.
Allen shook his head: "The dream ends here."
What a strange thing... Could it be that Dr. Allen's dream has nothing to do with that paper crane? No, if it's irrelevant, the dream will not change after changing the thousand paper cranes, and I also used that thousand paper cranes to divination on the gray mist, and got corresponding revelations... Klein considered Said: "This is beyond my understanding, Alan, what do you want me to do?"
Allen's hot breath drifted into the air and turned into a white mist: "I want to take a look outside the Green Cemetery, right now, during the day, can you protect me? I will pay the entrustment fee, �1."
Now to explore the scene that appeared in the dream? There shouldn't be anything too weird during the day... Klein thought for a while and said, "I can accept this commission, but I suggest you go to the church first and tell the bishop you are familiar with the dream about. "
Allen let out a "huh" and then said with some doubts: "Why do you always suggest me to go to church? I know, you explained it before, in a very logical way, if there is magical power, it can always dominate the human world The church must be the one with the strongest magical power, if not, then going to the church can at least get psychological comfort and corresponding network resources, but, a thing that is not too strange, why do you suggest me to go to the church?"
Klein thought about it for two seconds, and replied solemnly: "I am a detective, and I have access to many unusual things, so I understand the special nature of the church, and I also understand when and under what circumstances I should seek help from them."
"Really?" Allen said with a serious face.
Klein immediately raised the corner of his mouth: "I'm just kidding.
"Alan, take it easy, I'll change clothes first, uh, and wash the dishes." JrNovels.com
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