Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 16: The dog takes the mouse

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Huh, it ’s over the Spiritualist level ...

Klein exhaled the air, turned slowly, enjoying the tranquility and cool breeze of the night, pacing close to the entrance of the apartment.

He took out the key, inserted it, and twisted it gently so that the crimson black mixed with the creaking sound expanded.

Walking on the stairs without people, breathing the cold air, Klein has an inexplicable feeling of life that is a few hours longer than others, so that the steps become lighter.

crack, he kept a similar mentality and opened the door of his room, but before he stepped in, he saw a figure sitting quietly in the darkness in front of the desk, with black hair and red eyes, bright brown eyes and beautiful face , Just like Melissa Moretti!

"Klein, where have you been?" Melissa frowned, asking in doubt.

Don't wait for Klein to answer, she added another sentence, it seems to be clear about the cause and effect of the matter, the logical relationship, clearly: "I just got up to the bathroom and found that you are not at home."

Klein has a wealth of experience in deceiving parents, brainstorming, and grinning without hesitation and answering:

"I woke up a little and couldn't sleep a bit. Thinking about wasting time instead of exercising, I went out and ran a few laps. Look, sweat all over."

He took off his coat, turned his body halfway, and pointed to his back.

Melissa stood up, glanced indifferently, and considered for a few seconds:

"Klein, in fact, you do n’t need it, you do n’t need to be too stressed, you can definitely pass the Thengen University interview, even if it does n’t work, well, I mean if you can find a better one."

I did n’t even think about the interview ... Klein nodded:

"I understand."

He did not say that he had received an "offer" because he had not considered whether to go.

Melissa took a deep look at him, suddenly turned around, jogged into the middle, and took out a turtle-like item made up of gears, rust iron, springs, and springs.

Tighten the mainspring quickly, Melissa put this item on the desk.

Kaka, dá dá dá, the "tortoise" jumped and walked very rhythmically, letting people involuntarily divert their attention to it.

"When you feel annoyed, looks at will move so much, it will be much more comfortable. I have often been like this recently, and it is very effective! Klein, you give it a try." Melissa eyes radiance invited brightly.

Klein did n’t reject her sister ’s good intentions, and moved closer to the “turtle” of looks at, and smiled when it stopped:

"Simple and regular can really bring relaxation."

Wait for Melissa, he pointed to the "turtle" and asked casually:

"Do it yourself? When did you do it? Why do n’t I know?"

"I made it with materials that I didn't need at school and things I picked up on the road. It was only done two days ago." Melissa's expression was normal, and the corners of his mouth were raised a bit.

"Awesome." Klein praised heartily.

As a boy with poor mechanical ability, when he was a kid, he had to die in a four-wheel drive.

Melissa lifted his chin slightly, his eyes slightly curved, and he answered flatly:

"Okay, okay."

"Excessive humility is bad character." Klein chuckled lightly, "Is this a turtle?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly calmed down, and the voice of Melissa sounded like a blushing gauze:

"It is human puppet."

human puppet ...

…… Klein smiled awkwardly and forcibly explained:

"The material problem is still too simple."

Next, he changed the subject:

"Why would you go to the bathroom in the middle of the night with a toilet in it? And are n’t you good at sleeping till dawn?"

Melissa froze for a moment, and after a few seconds, he opened his mouth and was ready to explain.

At this moment, there was a gurgling violent digestion sound between her chest and abdomen.

"Me, I will go to bed again!"

Boom! She grabbed the turtle-shaped "human puppet", trot back into the middle, and closed the door.

...... Yesterday the dinner was so good, I ate too much, and my stomach was not adapted ... Klein shook his head and smiled slowly, walked slowly to the desk, sat silently on the chair, and scarlet moon, which was drilled from behind the cloud, was quiet Think about the invitation of Dunn Smith.

Being a civilian of the Night Watcher team, the disadvantages are very obvious:

As a member of cross over, the initiator of the mysterious party Fool, he has many secrets in his body, and he has been swaying for a long time under the eyes of the team of Goddess of the Night church who specializes in handling extraordinary events, and the risks are not small;

As long as they join Dunn Smith, their goal will definitely be to become Extraordinary, in order to cover up the benefits obtained from the "party", and become a full member, freedom will be restricted, just like civilians who have to declare before leaving Thengen , I ca n’t think of where to go, where to do what I want to do, I will miss many opportunities;

Night Watcher is a tight organization. Once there is a task, it can only wait for the arrangement, accept the order, and cannot refuse;

Extraordinary is at risk of losing control;

......

List the disadvantages in the mind one by one, Klein instead consider the necessity and benefits:

From the "Luck Reversal Ceremony" and other encounters, I will not be 80% lucky in the mouth of Dunn, and there will inevitably be strange events that will fall on me, full of danger, only if I become an Extraordinary or join Night Watcher The ability to contend;

If you want to be Extraordinary, you ca n’t rely on “party” alone. magical medicine formula is not a big problem. You can find the corresponding materials from where to find, how to get them, how to make them, and the common knowledge of Extraordinary daily practice. It is impossible to ask Justice and Hanged Man in everything, and get things in exchange for them, which will not only damage the image of the Fool and make the other side doubt, but also have not so much time to communicate such a small problem. What they are interested in;

In addition, more material interactions will leave traces of real identities. When the time comes, "online disputes" will become "offline conflicts".

When you join "Night Watcher", you will surely have access to the common sense and related channels of the mysterious world, and accumulate enough contacts to use it as a fulcrum before you can use the "party" to get the most from Justice and Hanged Man. The return of this will increase the reality and obtain more resources, forming a virtuous circle;

Of course, you can also go to join the organization "Psychology Alchemy Union", which was revealed in the mouth of Dunn, which was suppressed and besieged by the major church. You can become a member of them, and you will also lose your freedom, and you will even have to be scared. One problem is that I do n’t even know where to go to find them. Even if the corresponding information is extracted from the mouth of Hanged Man, there will be danger of life if I rashly contact;

Become a civil servant, and have the opportunity to buffer and quit;

Xiaoyin is hidden in the wild, Zhongyin is hidden in the city, and Dayin is hidden in the DPRK. The Night Watcher identity may be a better protective color;

Waiting to become a senior member of the arbitral tribunal in the future, who can think of himself as a heresy and a secret organization secret mastermind?

......

The morning sun shone, the blush disappeared, and looking at the golden sky, Klein made up his mind.

Go to Dunn Smith today and become a civilian Night Watcher!

"You haven't slept?" At this time, Melissa got up again, pushed the door out, and was surprised to see that his brother stretched out invisibly.

"Think about something." Klein smiled and relaxed.

Melissa pondered for a while:

"In case of trouble, I will list the bad and the good one by one. After the list is completed, compare it again and you will get what you should do" clue ".

"Good habit, I do the same." Klein smiled right.

Melissa stretched his face, without further ado, took the large yellow sheet and washed item to the public toilet.

After breakfast, the younger sister left, Klein did not rush out, and took a good sleep, because according to his understanding, almost all pubs do not open in the morning.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, he used a small brush and a handkerchief to smooth out the folds of top hat and make them dirty, and to restore it to cleanliness.

Besick Street is a bit far away. Klein is afraid of missing the "working time" of Night Watcher. Instead of walking, he waits for public carriage at the intersection of Iron Cross Street.

In Ruen Kingdom, public carriage is divided into two types, railless and railless, the former is pulled by two horses, counting the top of the car, can seat twenty people, only a rough route, no specific station, flexible operation, stop on call unless passengers full.

The latter is operated by Orbital Carriage Company. First, a rail-like device is laid on the main street. The horses walk on the inside, the wheels turn on, and it is easy and labor-saving. The only problem is that the route is fixed, the station is fixed, and many places cannot be reached, which is more rigid.

After ten minutes, the sound of the wheels hitting the track from far to near, a double-decker carriage stopped in front of the Iron Cross Street site.

"Go to Besick Street." Klein said to the driver.

"You have to go to Champagne Street, but when you get there, it takes about ten minutes to go to Besick Street." The driver explained the route.

"Then go to Champagne Street." Klein nodded in agreement.

"It's more than 4 kilometers, 4 pence." take action Road, a face Baijing youth booth next to the driver.

He is the staff responsible for collecting money.

"Okay." Klein took out four bronze pennys from his pocket and handed them to the other party.

He stepped into the carriage and found that there were not many passengers. There were still several empty seats on the first floor.

"There are only 3p on my body, I'll have to walk when I return ..." Klein pressed his hat down and sat firmly.

Most men and women on this floor wear formal clothes and sit, and they also wear work clothes and read newspapers leisurely, but few people speak, and they are quite quiet.

Klein closed his eyes and rejuvenated, but didn't care about the coming and going of the passengers around him.

One stop after another, he finally heard the words "Champagne Street".

Getting off the carriage and inquiring along the road, he soon came to Besick Street and saw the tavern with the brown and yellow hound logo.

The Klein reached out his right hand and pushed hard. The heavy door slowly opened, and the hustle and bustle of heat wave came.

Although it is still afternoon, there are already a lot of customers in the tavern. Some of them are temporary workers, looking for opportunities here, waiting to be hired, while others are doing nothing and numbing themselves with alcohol.

The tavern is quite dim. There are two large iron cages in the center, and the lower third goes deep into the ground, leaving no gaps. People hold wooden wine glasses and sit around, sometimes discussing loudly, sometimes cursing and laughing.

Klein glanced at it curiously, and found that there were two dogs inside, one black and white, similar to the husky on the earth, and the whole body was dark, shiny and vigorous.

"Are you going to bet? Doug has won eight games in a row!" A little man wearing a brown soft cap approached and pointed to the black dog.

Betting? Klein was stunned for the first time, and immediately awakened:

"dog fighting?"

In Khoy University, those noble students and children of wealthy families always asked themselves with contempt and curiosity, asking whether rude workers and unemployed gangsters like to participate in boxing and gambling in taverns? In addition to boxing and playing cards, do gambling items include cruel and **** items such as cockfighting and dog fighting?

The little man sneered:

"Sir, we are civilized people and will not do such decent things."

Speaking of this, he murmured: "And last year a law banned these things ..."

"So what are you betting on?" Klein was curious for a while.

"Look who is a good hunter." The little man had just finished speaking, and there was a sensation in the field.

He turned his head and glanced in excitement:

"This game has started, you can't bet anymore, wait for the next game."

Klein hearing this, on tiptoe, raised his head, and looked out of sight, saw two strong men dragging a sack each, came to the iron cage, opened the "jail door", and dumped the things inside.

That is a gray, disgusting animal!

Klein carefully identified and found that it turned out to be a rat, dozens or hundreds of mice!

Because the iron cage is deep below the ground, there is no gap, and the mice are rushing around, but they cannot escape.

At this time, as the cage door closed, the iron chains of the two dogs were untied.

"Wang!" The black dog pounced and killed a mouse.

The black-and-white dog first looked stunned, and then played with the mice excitedly.

People around hold a glass of wine, focus on gaze, or shout loudly:

"Bite it! Kill it!"

"Doug Doug!"

... what the fuck dog scratching mouse ... Klein woke up and twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Which dog catches more gambling projects here ...

Maybe you can bet a few ...

No wonder Iron Cross Street has been buying live mice ...

It ’s really unique ...

Klein shook his head, ridiculously retreated, and walked around the edge of the bartenders and came to the front of the bar.

"New face?" bartender looked up at him while wiping the glass, "1 rye beer for 1 pence, Enmatt beer2 pence, Nanville beer for 4 pence, or you want a cup of pure malt ranzi?"

"I'm looking for Mr. Wright." Klein spoke directly.

bartender whistled and shouted to the side:

"Old man, someone is looking for you."

"Well, who ..." A vague voice came out, and a drunk old man stood up behind the bar.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at Klein:

"Boy, are you looking for me?"

"Mr. Wright, I want to hire a mercenary squad to do the task." Klein replied according to Dunn's instructions.

"Mercenary Squad? Are you living in an adventure story? There is no such thing!" bartender interjected and smiled.

Wright was silent for a few seconds:

"Who told you to find it here?"

"Dunn, Dunn Smith." Klein answered truthfully.

Wright suddenly laughed:

"I understand, actually ... mercenary squads still exist, but just changed the form, changed the name closer to the current society, you can find one on the second floor of Zoutlan Street36."

"Thank you." Klein thanked sincerely and turned to squeeze out of the bar.

Before he went out, the drunken guests suddenly fell silent, leaving only a murmur:

"Doug lost ..."

"Lost ..."

Klein shook his head funny, left quickly, and asked for directions to the nearby Zoutlan Street.

"30, 32, 34 ... here." He counted the number and walked up the stairs.

Going round the corner and stepping up, he saw the vertical sign and the current name of the so-called mercenary squad:

"Black Thorns Security Company."