Al Hasson chimed in:

"Indeed, it is difficult to imagine that the 'soothsayer' would be followed by the 'clown', and according to normal logic, no one would associate them. ”

"Isn't that weird? I remember quite a few pathways of sequence potions, and they lacked the necessary connections. The brunette lady Lorota covered her mouth and yawned, and it was obvious that her injuries were so severe that the "Goddess's Gaze" could not keep her energy strong.

"No, Lorota, it's completely different, even if the other sequence potions are not related, we can find some common ground in other aspects, but 'soothsayer' and 'clown' are not, I can't understand it at all. Al Hasson shook his head and sighed.

Crane listened to their discussion, laughed and said:

"No, there is still a commonality. ”

"What is it?" Al asked curiously, and Dunn's flexion and extension of his arms slowed significantly.

Klein replied in a serious manner:

"Whether it's a 'soothsayer' or a 'clown', you can find it in the circus. ”

"......" Al, Dunn, and Lorota froze.

"Poof...... That's a good answer, I like young people like you!" The brunette lady Lorota was the first to come back to her senses and laughed.

Al smiled, shook his head, and said:

"In this day and age, there are fewer and fewer gentlemen with the spirit of self-deprecation, and luckily we have met another one today. ”

You think I like to laugh at myself...... Didn't I think of the other things in common...... Klein scolded twice, and replied with a slightly bitter smile:

"I just hope that the potions of this sequence path don't have names like 'animal tamer', 'acrobat', 'magician', etc., so that the circus is really formed. ”

And it's a one-person group......

"Haha. Dunn and the others were immediately amused by his words, and the carriage was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The carriage moved forward all the way to Zotland Street, where Crane, who was not much injured, entered the Black Thorn Security Company first.

"Goddess, what has happened to you, how did you come to be like this?" Roshan looked casually, stunned.

Klein looked down at his dirty and torn formal suit, and replied, still feeling distressed:

"There are always accidents of this and that kind in the mission, but fortunately, the goddess blesses it, and the ending is happy. ”

"Praise the Goddess!" Roshan reverently drew a "Crimson Moon" on her chest.

Without waiting for Klein to speak, she took the initiative to ask:

"Do we need to take refuge on the third floor again? Is that seal that dangerous?"

"Trust me, it's more dangerous than you think. Crane replied with a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for the more mysterious "transfer ceremony" of my own, I would have explained it to "2-049" today!

"Goddess...... Rosanne's lips twitched, as if she still had a lot to say and a lot of questions to ask, but considering that the captain was waiting below, she finally resisted the urge and beckoned Mrs. Orianna and the others to the third floor, next to the left and right of the Black Thorn Security Company, upstairs and downstairs, either belonging to church property or inhabited by pious priests who knew the situation.

After all the civilian personnel were evacuated, Klein did not rush to the recreation room to inform the other night watchers, he immediately returned, and assisted the captain and others in escorting the seal "2-049", the remnants of the monster Bieber, and the Antigonus family notes to the second floor.

Through the partition, Dunn pushed open the door to the recreation room and said to the two night watchmen who were playing Gwent:

"Fry, Luo Yao, you go to the Tyrell warehouse in the docklands and assist Leonard in handling the follow-up. ”

"Okay. Luo Yao, a lady with black hair and a cold expression, took the lead in getting up.

Frye, the dark-haired, blue-eyed, pale-skinned "corpse collector" followed and stood up straight.

They put down the Gwent cards and walked out of the recreation room, visibly pausing as they passed through the partition.

"Wait. Dunn shouted as he lived up to everyone's expectations.

"Is there anything else?" "Sleepless," Luo Yao asked, turning his head unchanged.

"Remember to notify the police and tell them to block the road and not let anyone approach until you have taken care of the scene and brought the body back. Dunn patted his forehead and said.

"Okay. Luo Yao turned around, took two steps forward, and paused again.

She turned her head, blinked, and confirmed coldly:

"Captain, is there nothing else?"

"Nope. Dunn replied categorically.

Luo Yao nodded invisibly and took the lead towards the door.

And the cold and gloomy "corpse collector" Frye still maintains a speed that is neither fast nor slow.

At this moment, Dunn spoke again:

"Remember, remember to tell Rosanne and Mrs. Orianna that they can come down. ”

"No problem. Frye replied calmly, almost without mood swings.

Seeing the two night watchmen walk out of the gate and climb to the third floor, Crane quietly breathed a sigh of relief, followed the captain and Al and the others into the underground, and went straight all the way to the open Chanis Gate.

"You go to the arsenal and get old Neil over, we need his ritual magic healing. Dunn instructed Klein as he motioned to the remaining "Sleepless" Kornley to open the Chanis door.

As the effects of the potion wore off, his spirit gradually withered.

"Okay. Crane didn't wait for the captain to add anything, and said to himself, "I will guard the arsenal in place of Old Neil, and I will also request at least twenty more demon hunting bullets, and wait for the approval of the Templars, and hold back my curiosity about the notes of the Antigonus family." ”

"......" Dunn couldn't find the words to deal with it for a while.

"Captain, there's nothing else to do, is it?" asked Klein, who had finished answering the question, with a smile.

Dunn shook his head, still unable to speak.

Taking out his cane, turning around, and walking for a while, Crane turned to the arsenal and told the old Neil who was drinking water the general story.

"Turned into a monster that went out of control...... You also killed an extraordinary?" Old Neil quickly cleared the table, "I feel like I'm listening to the script of a play. ”

He muttered around the table, aiming for the hallway, not waiting for Crane's answer.

Klein asked curiously:

"Mr. Neil, doesn't the Church have any real healing potions? ”

"Potions made of ordinary materials cannot cure the healing effects of rituals for a long time, and otherworldly materials are very rare, and most of them are not suitable for this kind of thing. Old Neil casually explained, "You should know the 'Goddess's Gaze', this potion was a standard, real healing potion when it was first made through rituals, but every minute after that, the effect evaporated until only a little bit remained. ”

"That's right......" Crane nodded slightly disappointed.

As a former "keyboard adventurer", that is, a game lover, it is really a matter of habit to yearn for healing potions.

Seeing old Neil leave, he sat down and felt the peace of a long absence.

In this tranquility, he recalled the tragic situation of the tuxedo clown when he was dying, recalled his cold-blooded shooting, recalled the hideous wound and the blood gushing out of Bobo.

Crane's body trembled, his heart filled with discomfort, he first stood up, then sat down, and then slowly repeated the process, interspersed with back and forth.

"Whew......," he exhaled, intending to find something for himself to do, so as not to always think of those bad pictures.

Klein took off his top hat, took off his formal clothes, pulled out his handkerchief and brush, and carefully cleaned the mud and dust from his clothes.

It wasn't long before he heard the familiar footsteps of old Neil—something special from his heel landing first.

"It's exhausting...... old Neil grumbled as he walked into the room.

"You tell the others not to come here for an hour, I need a certain rest. His gaze swept over Crane and he commanded casually.

"Why don't you go upstairs and rest, I'll guard here?" Crane kindly suggested.

Old Neil shook his head:

"It's so noisy up there, little Rosanne is a girl who can't stop talking. ”

"Okay. Crane didn't hold any longer, put on his coat, hat, picked up his cane, and returned to the hallway, pulling the door of the arsenal half-hidden.

Da, da, da, he walked slowly down the empty aisle, and suddenly saw a room next to him that he had never seen before.

"There's a secret door here...... Klein stopped near the corner and looked out into the room.

He discovers that "corpse collector" Frye has returned, inside examining a completely stripped corpse.

Crane's heart moved, and he mustered up the courage to approach the room, and tapped three times on the open door.

Knock, knock, knock.

Frye paused, turned around, and looked at him with blue, cold eyes.

"Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to know if this is the corpse of the Extraordinary?" Crane asked, considering his tone.

"Yes. Fry's thin lips opened and closed, but only one word came out.

Crane's gaze passed over him to the corpse, and sure enough, he found the familiar and hideous wound on his forehead.

It's that tuxedo clown...... Klein secretly exhaled and said:

"Did you find anything?"

"Nope. Frye replied unusually succinctly.

The atmosphere was awkward, and Klein was thinking about saying goodbye, but Fry took the initiative to speak:

"If you're not feeling well, you can come in and have a look, and you'll see that it's just a corpse. ”

Afraid that I have a mental disorder?Klein nodded thoughtfully:

"Okay. ”

He entered the room, came to the long white table, and looked at the corpse.

The red, yellow, and white paint on the clown's face in the tuxedo has all been removed, revealing a featureless unfamiliar face, with black hair, a high nose, and an age of about thirty.

At this point, Fry walked over to the square table in the corner and picked up a pencil and a blank piece of paper.

He returned to the vicinity of the corpse, put away the white paper, took the pencil in his hand, and began to paint.

Crane glanced curiously and saw that Frye was actually sketching the head of the tuxedo clown.

It didn't take long for Frye to stop his pencil, and there was a lifelike portrait on the white paper, which was only more wounded than a corpse, but with more blue eyes.

Talent...... Klein exclaimed in amazement:

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect your sketches to be so good. ”

"Before I became a night watchman, my dream was to be a painter. Fry's tone didn't rise or fall in a bit.

"Then why not make your dream come true?" asked Klein, confused.

Fry put away his pencil and held a portrait of a clown in a tuxedo and said:

"My father was a priest of the goddess and wanted me to become a priest too, which is a decent enough profession. ”

"Have you ever been a priest?" Crane asked again, stunned.

It was hard for him to imagine a priest with a personality of Frye's temperament.

"Well, it's not bad. Frye's expression was indifferent, and the corners of his mouth were a little upturned and replied, "Later, I met some things, experienced some things, and became a night watchman." ”

Crane didn't go into the details of other people's privacy, but instead asked:

"You used to be the priest of the goddess, so why don't you pick the 'sleepless'?"

"A private reason. Frye replied calmly, "And Ms. Daly is a good role model." ”

Klein nodded, and was about to divert the subject, when he heard Frye say:

"You help me watch here, I must give the portrait to the captain at once...... Closing the secret door is a hassle. ”

"Okay. Crane was a little afraid to face the corpse alone, but he reluctantly agreed.

As Frye left, the room became quiet, and the corpse lay there, weighing heavily on Klein's heart.

He took a breath and approached the long table as if he wanted to overcome himself.

The tuxedo clown lay quietly, his face pale, his eyes closed, and he lost all his breath, and in addition to the hideous wounds, he also exuded the coldness of a dead man.

Klein stared at it for a while, his mood gradually settling down, and he seemed to calm down.

Sweeping his gaze, he noticed a strange brand on the tuxedo clown's wrist, so he dared to reach out and touch it, trying to flip it over and see it more clearly.

As soon as the cold sensation reached Klein's fingertips, the pale, lifeless palm suddenly popped up and grabbed his wrist.

Hold on to his wrist tightly!

PS: 6/7, the first more recommended votes ~