Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 26: Practice
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Da, da, da.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the dark narrow corridor, spreading far away in a quiet, no noise.
Klein back stands upright and follows the middle-aged pastor quickly, without asking questions or chatting, as if it is a windless lake.
Through the tightly guarded passage, the middle-aged priest opened a secret door with the key and pointed down the stone staircase:
"cross road left is Chanis Gate."
"may the Goddess bless you." Klein tapped four times on his chest to outline the "shape" of scarlet moon.
Secular uses secular etiquette, and religion uses religious etiquette.
"praise the Goddess." The middle-aged priest returned the same action.
Klein no longer speaks, follow the stone stairs, with the help of elegant gas lamps inlaid on the walls on both sides, step by step to depths of darkness.
Halfway, he turned back subconsciously, and saw the middle-aged priest still standing at the door, at the top of the stairs, in the shadow of the gas light, like a wax figure that could not move.
Klein withdrew his eyes and continued to descend. Before long, he touched the ground covered with cold stone slabs and reached the crossroads.
He did not turn in the direction of "Chanis Gate", because the Dunn Smith who had just taken turns must not be there.
Following the familiar road on the right, Klein climbed up another ladder and appeared inside "Black Thorns Security Company".
Seeing that the door was closed or half-covered, he did not recklessly search, but entered the reception hall and saw that the sweet-smiling brown hair girl was devoted to reading a magazine.
"Hi, Roseanne." Klein came to the side and deliberately tapped the table.
kuāng dāng!
Roseanne Huo Ran stood up, knocked over the chair, and said in a hurry:
"Hi, the weather is good today, you, you, Klein, why are you here?"
She touched her chest with her hand and gasped for two breaths, like a little girl who was afraid of being caught by her father.
"I have something to find captain." Klein replied briefly.
"... Frightened me, I thought captain came out." Roseanne glared at Klein, "Don't know to knock on the door! Huh, you should be glad I am a generous and kind lady, uh, I prefer the word girl ... what are you looking for captain? He is in the room opposite Mrs. Oriana. "
Even though the spirit was tense, Klein was amused by Roseanne, and he pondered a bit:
"Secret."
"..." Roseanne's eyes widened, and at the same time he couldn't believe it, Klein bowed slightly and said goodbye quickly.
He re-passed the partition door of the reception room and knocked on the door of the first office on his right.
"Please come in." Dunn Smith's low and gentle voice sounded.
Klein pushes the door in, closes the backhand, and takes off the hat to salute:
"Good morning, Mr. captain."
"Good morning, what's the matter?" Dunn's black trench coat and hat are hanging on the coat rack next to it. The exposed body is only wearing a white shirt and black vest, even if the hairline is high and gray pupils is very deep, and it seems refreshing a lot.
"Someone is following me." Klein replied truthfully, without extra decoration.
Dunn leaned back, hands clasped together, deep gray eyes quietly looked at Klein's eyes.
He did n’t follow the topic, but asked:
"You came from the church?"
"Yes." Klein answered yes.
Dunn nodded slightly, did not say good or bad, and turned back to the main question:
"It may be that the father of Welch did not believe the cause of death we reported, so he invited private detective from Wind City to investigate."
The Constant's city of Midsea County, also known as Wind City, is an extremely developed area of the coal and steel industry, ranking among the top three in all Ruen Kingdom cities.
While waiting for Klein to comment, Dunn continued:
"It may also come from the source of the notebook. Oh, we are looking for the Antigonus family notebook where the Welch was obtained from. Of course, other individuals or organizations that pursue this notebook cannot be excluded."
"What should I do?" Klein Shen Sheng asked.
There is no doubt that he hopes to be the first reason.
Dunn didn't answer immediately, took a sip from the coffee cup, and the gray eyes saw no ripples:
"Return to the previous path and do whatever you want."
"Any?" Klein asked back.
"Anything." Dunn definitely nodded, "Of course, do n’t scare away the other party, or break the law."
"Okay." Klein took a deep breath, turned around, left the room, and returned to the basement.
He turned left at the crossroads, bathed in the light of the gas lamp between the two sides, and walked quietly in the empty, dark and cold passage.
Dada echoes are superimposed, the more lonely, the more fearful.
Soon, Klein approached the stairs, step by step, and saw the middle-aged priest standing in the shadow and standing at the door.
When the two met, there was no opening. The middle-aged priest turned silently and gave way.
Silently moving forward, Klein returned to the Great Prayer Hall. The round hole behind the arched radiance is still pure, the darkness and tranquility in the room are still the same, and the gentlemen and ladies lined up outside the confession room are still there, but they are fewer a lot of.
Wait for a while, Klein took a walking stick and a newspaper. As if nothing had happened, he slowly left the Great Prayer Hall and left Church of Saint Selina.
As soon as he went out and saw Lieyang, he suddenly had a familiar sense of being watched, only to feel like a prey caught by an eagle.
Huo Ran, a doubt appeared in his mind:
Why didn't "Peeper" follow me into the church before? Although in that way, I can still use the dark environment and the pastor's help to hide his short "disappearance", but is it difficult for him to pretend to pray and follow the monitoring? There is nothing bad done, is there any problem with open and aboveboard going in?
Unless he has a dark history, fearing church, fearing the bishop, knowing that the other party may have extraordinary abilities ...
In this way, the possibility of private detective is very low and very low ...
Hoo! Klein sighed, no longer as tight as before, took a leisurely step and walked to the back Zoutlan Street.
He stopped in front of an old-style building with mottled walls. The house number is "3" and the name is "Zoutlan Shooting Club".
The underground shooting range of the police department is partly open to the "public" in order to earn additional funds.
As soon as Klein entered, the sense of being peeped disappeared. He seized the opportunity and gave the badge of the "Special Operations Department" to the waiter in charge.
Slightly verified, he was led underground and came to a small enclosed shooting range.
"10-meter target." Klein simply explained to the waiter, took out the left wheel from the underarm gun pocket, and took out the box of brass-colored bullets from the clothing pocket.
Suddenly being stared at, his desire for self-preservation overcomes procrastination, so he ca n’t wait to practice the marksmanship.
Pap!
After the waiter left, he threw out the runner, withdrew the silver demon hunting bullet one by one, then picked up the normal bullet of brass color and sent a round into the nest.
This time, he did n’t leave any space to prevent accidental firing, he did n’t take off his formal jacket, took off the half-height top hat, and practiced in the most ordinary dress. , Shouting "please stop, let me change light clothes first."
pā tà!
Klein closes the runner and slides it with your thumb.
Suddenly, he held the gun in his hands, and lifted it straight up, aiming at the target 10 meters away.
But he didn't rush to shoot, but seriously recalled the military training's off-target experience and common sense such as three points and one line, shooting with recoil.
Wow! Wow!
In the sound of clothes pulling, Klein practiced aiming again and again, practicing the holding posture, as seriously as a child who was taking the college entrance examination.
After many repetitions, he retreated to the wall, sat on the soft bench, put the left wheel aside, and massaged his arms by himself, rest for a while.
It took a few minutes to recall that just now, Klein picked up the pistol with wooden grip and copper-colored revolver, came to the shooting position, made a standard posture, and pulled the trigger.
Boom!
He shakes his arm, leans back slightly, and the bullet deviates from the target.
Boom! boom! boom!
After learning from experience, he shoots one shot at a time, and he feels it in practice until all six bullets have been shot.
Starting to target ... Klein backed away and sat down, breathing a few breaths.
Pap! He flicked the runner, let the six shells land on the ground, and then continued to insert the remaining brass bullets one by one without changing his expression.
The activity relaxed his lower arm, Klein stood up again and returned to the shooting position while summarizing.
Boom! boom! boom!
The gunshots echoed, the target shook, Klein practiced time and time again, rest time and time again, all the 30 normal bullets received and the remaining five rounds were polished, and the target was gradually stabilized and began to pursue the number of rings.
He shook his sore arm. He poured out the last five shells, lowered his head, and inserted the silver demon hunting bullet with complex patterns one after another, and reserved a mistaken firing position.
After revolving into the underarm gun pocket, Klein patted the smoke and dust on his body, walked out of the dedicated shooting range with ease, and returned to the street.
The feeling of being watched again emerged, but Klein's felt calmer than before. He slowly walked to Champagne Street, spent 4p, and returned to Iron Cross Street by rail public carriage, and entered his apartment.
With a peeping silence, he took out the key and opened the door. He saw a man in his thirties, wearing a linen shirt, with very short hair, sitting at the desk.
My heart tightens and I relax immediately. Klein smiles and greets:
"Good morning, no, good afternoon, Benson."
This man is exactly his brother with Melissa, Benson Moretti, who is only 25 years old this year. Because of the receding hairline, he looks old and looks almost 30.
His black hair and brown eyes are somewhat similar to Klein, but he does n’t have that kind of faint book spirit.
"Good noon, Klein, how about the interview?" Benson stood up and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
His black coat and half-height top hat hang on the protruding part of the high-low bed.
"Very poor." Klein replied without expression.
Seeing Benson stunned, Klein chuckled and added:
"Actually, I didn't attend the interview at all, I found a job in advance, and my weekly salary is 3 pounds ..."
He repeated what he said to Melissa again.
Benson calmed down and shook his head and smiled:
"There is a feeling of seeing children grow up ... well, this job is not bad."
He sighed:
"It's great to hear such good news when I'm back home, we have to celebrate tonight, buy some beef?"
Klein laughed:
"Okay, but I think Melissa will be distressed. Let ’s go buy the ingredients together in the afternoon? Bring at least 3shilling? Well, honestly, 1 pound for 20shilling, 1shilling for 12p, and half-penny, a quarter Penny, such a currency system is counterintuitive and very troublesome. I think it must be one of the most stupid currency systems in the world. "
After he finished, he saw that Benson's expression became serious, suddenly a little uneasy, and wondered if he had said the wrong thing.
In the missing memory fragment of could it be that original self, Benson is a pure and extreme supporter of the kingdom. Ca n’t allow others to deny it?
Benson paced a few steps, sternly retorted:
"No, there is no one."
No one ... Klein was stunned for a while, and soon reacted, smiling at each other with his brother.
Sure enough, Benson is good at mocking humor.
The corners of Benson's mouth are upturned, and it is seriously added:
"You should understand that a reasonable and simple currency system requires a premise, that is to know the number and master the decimal system. Unfortunately, in those influential figure, such talents are too scarce."