Leonard's chant was like a song of sleep, reverberating between the left and right doors, and in the winding wooden staircase.

Klein's spirit suddenly fell into a trance, as if he saw the quiet moonlight and the peaceful and gentle lake.

His eyelids quickly became heavier, as if he could fall asleep standing up.

In this blur of perception, he felt an invisible, strange, and indifferent gaze from behind, as if he was wandering through the spirit world.

An inexplicable smell of déjà vu arose, and Klein Horan regained his thoughts, barely getting rid of the influence of the "Midnight Psalm" by relying on his own powerful inspiration and extremely familiar meditation.

But he was still physically and mentally peaceful, and it was difficult for him to produce other emotions.

Soon, Leonard stopped chanting and smiled sideways:

"I'm thinking of applying for a Fenneport, how can I sing without an accompaniment?"

"Hehe, just kidding, I heard they all fall asleep. ”

The black-haired, green-eyed, poet-like member of the Nightwatchman team stepped forward to the door of the kidnappers and the hostages.

He flicked his shoulders and threw his fist into the lock.

Click!

The planks around the lock were shattered, and the sound was very faint.

"It requires precise control. Leonard smiled back as he reached through the hole and opened the door.

Less confident than he was, Crane reached under his arm, drew his pistol, and adjusted the wheel to ensure that he could fire immediately.

As the door retreated, he saw a man sleeping on a table with a pistol at his feet, and a man rubbing his eyes in confusion trying to stand up.

Step on!

Leonard slid closer, knocking out the robber who was about to wake up.

Crane was about to follow in, when suddenly, as if sensing something, he turned around sharply and faced the stairs.

Da, da, da, the footsteps gradually became clear from the bottom to the top, and a man in a brown coat and no hat, carrying a paper bag of bread, walked around the corner of the stairs and headed for the third floor.

Suddenly, he paused, and saw the metallic muzzle of the gun looking down at him.

His pupils reflected a young man in a half-height silk top hat, a black suit, and a bow tie of the same color, a cane leaning against the railing, and a dangerous revolver.

"Stop all your movements, raise your hands, three, two......" Crane said in a low and soothing tone.

He held the revolver in both hands, trying to use the other person as a target for practice.

In the tense atmosphere, the man in the brown coat threw away the bag of bread and slowly raised his hands.

"Sir, did you misunderstand something?" he said, staring at Crane's finger on the trigger, squeezing out a small smile.

Klein couldn't tell for the time being whether he was a fellow kidnapper or a next-door neighbor, but he didn't show any abnormality on the surface, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't try to struggle, someone will come and see if it's a misunderstanding. ”

At this time, Leonard, who had dealt with the kidnappers in the house, walked out, glanced at the man at the corner of the stairs, and said leisurely:

"So the kidnappers also have a companion who is responsible for receiving and buying food?"

Hearing this, the man in the brown coat shrank his pupils, suddenly got up, and kicked the bag of bread that had fallen in front of him, trying to block Klein's vision.

Crane seemed to be unaffected, and calmly pulled the trigger as if he were practicing.

Bang!

A cloud of blood appeared on the man's left shoulder.

He rolled and was about to flee to the second floor, but Leonard reached out to hold on to the railing and jumped off.

With a muffled pop, Leonard fell from the sky and landed on the man's body.

The man passed out, Leonard patted the little blood stains, looked up at Crane, and laughed:

"Marksmanship is not bad. ”

I was thinking about hitting him in the leg...... The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly, and he smelled a faint smell of blood at the end of his nose.

He found that after taking the "Fortune Teller" potion, although his eyesight, hearing and touch senses were not improved, he could still "see" things that were blocked, and he could still "hear" faint footsteps, so that he could make judgments in advance.

Crane nodded thoughtfully, watched as Leonard retrieved a sharp dagger from his fellow kidnappers and watched as he "dragged" the other man into the room.

With a gun in one hand and a staff in the other, Crane walked into the room where the kidnappers were, and saw Elliot Wickrol awakened by the gunshots, his body curled up to straight, and slowly sat up.

The original three kidnappers were tied up in a knot by Leonard with the ropes they had used against Eliot, strung together, and thrown into a corner - the part that was not enough, and their clothes were torn instead.

The man who was shot in the shoulder was unconscious and being bandaged, but Leonard didn't help him remove the bullet because he was disgusted with the dirt.

"You, who are you?" said Elliot as he saw the scene in front of him, stammering with implicit surprise.

"Yes, you guessed it right, very accurately. Leonard, who was half-crouching, replied casually.

I didn't think this guy really had a bit of a sense of humor...... Crane lowered his revolver, looked at Elliot and said:

"We're mercenaries hired by your father, and you can call us security guards. ”

"Whew, really, am I delivered?" asked Elliot, full of joy and not daring to move.

It can be seen that in just a few hours since he was kidnapped, he has suffered a lot, and he has lost the impulse he should have at his age.

Leonard stood up and said to Klein:

"You go down there and get the patrolling policeman and tell the tobacconist that I don't want to go out with the kids and these four guys like a kidnapper. ”

Crane, who was thinking about what to do with the follow-up, nodded, put away the revolver, picked up his cane, and walked to the stairs.

As he descended the stairs, he vaguely felt that he had forgotten something, and heard Leonard say to Elliot:

"Don't be nervous, you'll soon be able to meet your father, mother, and old butler Kerley, or shall we play Gwent?"

......

With a smile on his face, Klein walked out into the street and, following the instructions of passers-by, found two patrolling policemen.

Instead of using the badge and badge of the "Special Operations Department", he told the story as it was in the name of a professional security officer.

As for the issue of holding weapons, he is not worried at all, because the day before yesterday he had just obtained the "certificate for the use of all types of weapons" - apply through internal channels, and the approval will be very fast.

The two cops glanced at each other, and one went to inform the helpers and the Wickrols, while the other followed Crane back to the kidnapper's room.

After waiting for more than forty minutes, taking advantage of the police's inattention, Leonard cast a color on Klein and told him to sneak out of the room with him.

"Trust me, going to the police station is a waste of time, let's get out first. The poet-like night watchman explained with a relaxed face.

Crane held the mentality that the sky was falling and there was a tall top, so he didn't refute and followed.

After nearly five minutes, several speeding carriages rushed to the building where the kidnappers were, and the old butler Kerry accompanied his fat master, Vikroll, down.

Up until this time, he was in a state of confusion, unable to believe that the good news had come so quickly, as fast as a dream.

Suddenly, he heard a crisp snapping sound, and subconsciously turned his head to look over:

A two-wheeled carriage drove by, the windows were open, and the black-haired and green-eyed Leonard snapped his fingers again.

After crossing the Victor family's carriage, Leonard closed the window and turned to look at Klein.

He smiled and raised his right hand and said:

"Happy working together!"

We don't seem to know each other...... Klein politely slapped his hands on the face.

He didn't expect the kidnapping case to be solved so quickly, and he could only secretly sigh that the extraordinary person is indeed an extraordinary person, even if he is a half-Sequence 9, he can do a lot of incredible things.

"This is a gesture of celebration by the nobles after fencing. Leonard explained with a smile.

"I know. "Klein has a lot of aristocratic classmates.

He looked out the window, frowned slightly, and said:

"Shall we not confirm with Mr. Kerley, that if he thinks that the police have rescued Eliot, our honorariums will be half less. ”

That's 100 pounds!

As for the matter of providing the whereabouts of the kidnappers, there will be no doubt about the "meeting" just now.

"Don't worry, money isn't that important in our lives. Leonard laughed.

...... For me, it's very important!, Klein squeezed out a polite smile and said,

"Many poets died young because of poverty. ”

Leonard laughed:

"I'm sure Elliot won't lie about it, I can see that he still has a residual innocence, but even if you get a 200-pound honorarium, you won't get much of it. ”

"How much can I share?" Klein asked immediately.

"According to the long-standing and unwritten rule, half of the remuneration should be paid to Mrs. Orianna as an additional fund for the team, and the rest will be divided equally among the participating members, but unfortunately, you are not an official member, and you will only get ten percent. ”

10 pounds is not bad...... Klein pretended not to be distressed, and instead asked:

"Aren't you worried that when the kidnappers wake up, they understand that they have been affected by extraordinary powers?"

"They don't doubt it, they just think it's because the weather is too good and it's too good for sleep, and they even believe that chanting only exists in dreams, which is something we've verified. Leonard replied very confidently, "It's your demon hunting bullet that would make people feel strange, and of course, a weirdo who likes the occult is a very reasonable explanation." ”

"Hmm. Klein let go of his worries and only felt that he had forgotten, or rather overlooked, something.

............

Back on Zotland Street, Klein didn't wait for Kerley to come, walked to Welch's house, took a different route home, and bought beef, kale, and other ingredients for dinner.

It was still a pleasant dinner, and it was still a leisurely chat between the three brothers and sisters accompanied by their studies, but there was one more visitor knocking on the door.

He was the one who had come to take all the 1p copper coins from the gas meter.

As the night deepened, the three brothers and sisters said goodnight to each other and went back to their rooms.

Crane was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly awakened by the sound of Soso outside, and he opened the door in confusion and came to the uninhabited bedroom.

Pushing open the mottled door, Crane saw a gray table.

On the table was a notebook with a cover made of cardboard and completely blackened.

An inexplicable sense of déjà vu came to mind, and Crane walked over and opened the notebook.

The page that was spread out was painted with a pattern, it was a "fool" in a gorgeous dress and a colorful headdress!

Underneath "The Fool", there is a line of Hermesian:

"Everyone is going to die, including me. ”

Klein was shocked, and suddenly found that the corners of the "fool's" mouth were hooked!

Call!

He sat up, saw the crimson moonlight through the curtains, saw the bookshelves and desks, saw the outline of his bedroom, and found himself in a nightmare.

As a "soothsayer", he understood what dreams always revealed, so he took a closer look.

In retrospect, Klein froze for a moment, because he knew what he had overlooked today!

As I immersed myself in Leonard's chanting, I was stared at from behind, indifferently.

This kind of gaze is different from the experience of normal meditation and using spiritual vision, and it gives you a sense of déjà vu!

And according to captain Dunn, when a similar feeling occurs, it often means ......

Klein sat up straight and confirmed the feeling:

Yes, it's it, the notebook! The notes of the House of Antigonus!