Exhausted, Crane lifted the sealed spiritual wall, letting the cool breeze of the night blow on his face with the smell of grass and trees, blowing him awake a little.

He rubbed the warm and classical seal "3-0782" in his palm, and sighed heartily in his heart:

"Who would have thought that this badge would be fused with a drop of divine blood...... It is estimated that the powerhouses of the Church of the Eternal Sun have searched for it, but they have not found ......"

Moving his neck, Crane didn't dare to try anything else, and put the "mutated Sun Emblem" on the inside of his thin trench coat.

He followed the chain, took out the silver pocket watch with a twig arabesque, snapped it open, and looked at it, and found that there was still more than an hour before the "corpse collector" Frye came to change shifts.

"My eyelids need two matches to support them...... This is the aftermath of death!" Klein had no choice but to take out a metal vial from a small pocket, pull out the stopper, and reach the end of his nose.

The choking smell of mint and disinfectant quickly penetrated his nose, irritating his pimples, and his spirits were lifted, and he instantly forgot his sleepiness.

This is the recipe he learned from the "corpse collector" Frye, called "Kragg's Oil", which can help people fight the foul smell of decay and other stenches, and has a refreshing effect.

For the next hour or so, Klein was tormented, standing up and walking around from time to time, and several times he was bitten by mosquitoes in the woods and sucked blood.

Finally, he saw Frye, with a high nose and thin lips, black hair and blue eyes, wearing a thin trench coat and holding a cane, walking out of the town.

Although the other party still looked cold and gloomy like a living corpse, Klein seemed to see the savior, and while covering his mouth and yawning, tears filled his eyes, he greeted him and removed the seal "3-0782" from the inside of his clothes.

"What's going on?" Frye asked, looking at his teammate's pale and ugly face.

Crane sighed and said:

"I was only on duty at Chanis Gate last night and I didn't sleep well this morning, so I'm very sleepy now. ”

He didn't mention much about it, and digressed the subject: "I'm rotated after four hours?"

"For seven hours, the captain doesn't need to sleep in the middle of the night. Frye took the "mutated Sun Emblem".

Cultivating immortals makes people happy...... Crane silently discredited the captain, said goodbye to Fry, and walked to town.

On the way down the street to the hotel, he casually took out his pocket watch and looked at the time:

"Hey, it's almost ten minutes earlier than the agreed time......"

"What a warm man......" Klein smiled, quickened his speed, returned to the inn, pushed open the half-hidden door, and walked up to the second floor under the scrutinizing gaze of the boss, and entered the room that belonged to him.

After locking the door and taking off his coat and shoes, he did not wash himself and fell straight down and fell on the bed.

In just a dozen seconds, his snort first became heavier, then long and steady.

In his sleep, Crane returned to Earth, facing a game he hadn't yet played, with iced Coke and spicy chicken wings on the left and bitter bamboo shoots and pork soup and rice on the right.

He has never eaten bitter bamboo shoots, but he likes to use them very much to make soup made of ingredients and meat slices, which is refreshing and appetizing and has a bit of greasy aroma, which is perfect for making rice.

Paired with a good plate of dipping sauce, he can eat a whole bowl of rice more than usual!

Just as Klein was ready to enjoy a midnight snack and play the game like crazy, the scene in his dream changed and reappeared as the interior of 2 Daffodil Street.

Klein was suddenly alert, awake to the fact that he was in a dream.

He saw himself sitting at the side of the table, holding a copy of the Tingen Zeitung, with tomato oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, mashed potatoes and oatmeal bread in front of him.

He subconsciously turned his head, looked at the position of the door, and suddenly saw a figure standing outside the convex belly window corresponding to the living room, quietly staring at the figure in the house!

Crane was startled, and immediately recognized it as the gray-eyed Dunn, who was half of his face against the window, silently looking at the people inside.

...... Captain, don't be scary in your dreams, okay? That's how you play the nightmare?Crane thought angrily and amusedly, took out the spoon, scooped up a piece of beef, and put it in his mouth.

Well, it's my craft!" He sighed to himself, understanding why he suddenly woke up in his dreams, and why the scene of the earth disappeared in an instant.

When someone invades his dreams, he is naturally alert!

At this moment, Dunn left the position of the convex belly window, directly pushed open the door of Moretti's house, put on a black trench coat, and quietly walked to the opposite side of Crane.

He took off his hat, bowed his head gently, sat down, and unceremoniously picked up his knife, fork, and spoon, and ate the tomato oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, mashed potatoes, and oatmeal bread on the table with great speed.

Crane stared blankly, unsure of what the captain was trying to do.

Whew, Dunn exhaled contentedly, gave Klein a thumbs up, then took out his pipe and matches, and took a sip of intoxication.

Spit out a cloud of smoke, he stood up, took his hat, bowed old-fashioned but steadily, and walked away from Moretti's house, away from the dream.

"......" Klein looked at the captain's back, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He looked down at the empty plate, subconsciously trying to reproduce the food he had just had.

However, this time, neither tomato oxtail soup, fried lamb chops, or mashed potatoes continued to appear in his dreams.

"Completely 'devoured'? is this the ability of 'Nightmare'?" the corners of Crane's mouth twitched, and he thought helplessly, "So, the captain's purpose is to make me unable to eat supper in my dreams? This is really a nightmare...... This 'nightmare' is really creative......"

He chuckled, withdrew from his dream, and fell back to sleep.

At half past five the next morning, Crane, who had to get up early, drank coffee, toast and bacon, and hurried out of town to replace Dunn.

At seven o'clock, they left for Tingen on time to return.

Less than ten o'clock, they arrived at 36 Zotland Street, where the energetic Dunn placed the seal "3-0782" back behind the Chanis Gate, while Frye sat down in front of the mechanical typewriter and personally wrote yesterday's mission report and the corresponding reimbursement claim without the civilian staff in place.

Klein watched for a moment, pleased to see that all the materials he had used were on the list—including the parts he used to repel mosquitoes and insects.

He did not go home immediately, for he had already made an appointment with Dr. Dast of the insane asylum to meet at one o'clock in the afternoon at the predetermined place.

"Then there was the tarot meeting at three o'clock...... Why should I be so tired of being a boss of a secret organization?" Crane muttered to himself silently, lying in the night watchman's lounge for two hours, catching up on sleep.

He was not worried about forgetting the knowledge and things he had acquired last night, which could be recalled by divination, but he was afraid that he had ignored the existence of these knowledge and things, and even lost the idea of divining them, so he went through the details in his mind before going to bed to deepen his impression.

That's why Klein insists on writing summaries every week and sorting out various situations.

After lunch, he took out his pocket watch and looked at it, put on his hat and left the Black Thorn Security Company to the "shooting club" at 3 Zotland Street.

Pushing open the door and entering the reception hall, Crane did not go directly to the shooting range that belonged to the night watchman, but found a place in the hall and sat down, holding his black cane in his hands and waiting patiently.

The meeting place he agreed with Daxter was at this "Zotland Street Shooting Club"!

When Klein needed to meet, he would write to Dr. Dast Guderian as a family member of the patient to inquire about a special disease called "split personality".

As for the place of meeting, it had already been decided in their first meeting, and if Klein felt that it was time to change places, he would explain it in the interview.

When Daxter Guderian wanted to meet but was not in a hurry, he could send the letter to the Hound Tavern, or to this shooting club, to "Mr. Hornakis", and wait for Klein to pick it up at the right time.

If he had an emergency, he would have to hand the letter directly to Wright, the owner of the Hound Tavern, with the phrase "Looking for a mercenary", so that Wright, who was a member of the Nightwatch's periphery, would immediately deliver the letter to Blackthorn Security.

After waiting for a while, and when it was still two minutes away, Klein saw the rather Sven Dast enter the lobby of the "shooting club".

He wears a black silk top hat, a well-fitting tuxedo, a silver-encrusted cane in his hand, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face.

Daxter looked around unobtrusively and saw Klein, who nodded slightly, so he withdrew his gaze and walked to the front desk, skillfully applying for a shooting range and renting a gun.

- He's been here once.

"Small Range No. 7, 3 sules per hour, revolver rental fee, 1 sule per hour 6 pence with six rounds of ammunition ......" the lady in charge of the reception quickly figured it out.

After Dast confirmed the time for 1 hour and paid the fee of 10 soles, he received a revolver and extra ammunition, and was guided by a waiter into the range.

Crane waited another five minutes before he got up slowly, picked up his cane, and came to the outside of the small range 7, knocking on the door.

With a creak, the door cracked, and Daxter glanced warily to the left and right before giving way.

Klein immediately dodged in and locked the door.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Daxter. As he spoke, he took out a 10 sule note and handed it to the other party, "We won't let the peripheral members pay for the meeting." ”

Because I can be reimbursed...... He silently added.

Daxter did not refuse, accepted the cash, and then asked in a deep voice:

"Officer Moretti, what are you meeting with me for this time?"

PS: The second is to ask for a monthly pass~