Chapter 108

In the early hours of the morning, in the well-ventilated but quiet and deep underground, the yellow gas lamps were protected by the glass, and they stably illuminated the uninhabited and peaceful aisles without swaying.

Klein sat in the guard room, casually flipping through the newspapers, magazines, and books stacked in front of him, and focused his attention outside to prevent anyone from breaking into the Chanis Gate.

His coat and top hat are hanging on the coat rack at the entrance, and his cane is quietly leaning against the wall, in a place that is easily accessible.

The rich aroma of coffee filled the air, and Klein involuntarily took a sip and pinched his temples to fight the heaviness of his head and the exhaustion of his body.

Although when he was in college on Earth, he often went to bed at five in the morning and woke up at noon. For two or three years of work, he would stay up all night from time to time, and he could go to work full of energy the next day, but this It must all be attributed to the games being so fun, the novels being so good, and the movies and TV shows being so interesting.

And the world obviously doesn't have these late-night necessities.

"Emperor Roselle too, if you want to pretend to be complete, you have to put your limited life into an infinite career, and you have to lead the people of other worlds into the information age with small steps!" Klein muttered silently, only Comfort yourself, at least with newspapers, magazines, and increasingly rich novels.

He originally wanted to use focused study to overcome sleepiness, but in practice, he found that this contradicted his own responsibilities, because once he entered the state, it was easy to ignore the movement outside and the situation of Chanismen.

Phew, Klein picked up the coffee cup and carefully took a sip.

He took a sip, letting the aroma linger in his mouth and letting the liquid slowly flow through his esophagus.

"Filmer's coffee in the Perth Valley is very bitter, but very refreshing." Klein sighed and put down the cup.

The Pars Valley is located in the southern continent and is a high-quality coffee bean producing area. It is currently in the competition between the Republic of Intis and the Kingdom of Loen. They established colonial regimes on the left and right banks of the Pars Valley respectively, destroying the original Pars. Kingdom of Sri Lanka.

In the nerve-wracking silence, Klein picked up a magazine at random, and found that it was "Ladies Aesthetics", which was about clothing and matching.

"It must have been from Roshan..." he muttered amusedly, flipping through it with interest.

Perhaps influenced by the rapid advancement of camera technology in the last decade or so, the magazine "Women's Aesthetics" not only uses illustrations extensively, but also imitates newspapers and uses black and white photos as content.

They have quite fashionably invited famous drama and opera actors to show the charm of costumes and the magic of matching. In just seven years, they have developed from a new regional magazine in Backlund to a mainstream journal with channels all over the country.

"This dress is good, and it looks good..." Klein flipped through it leisurely, without concealing his yearning for beauty.

He is a man with normal physical and mental development. He has always admired beautiful girls very much, but he has already set a goal and wants to find a way to go home, so he tries to keep his distance from the opposite sex. debt.

As for the matter of looking for a street girl, he has a little cleanliness in this regard.

Benson and Melissa are an existing bond that cannot be lifted, and can only be made up in the future... Klein suddenly felt heavy and couldn't help sighing.

The longer I leave home, the more melancholy I can feel in the dead of night.

He instantly lost interest in admiring beautiful ladies, put down the magazine in his hand, and picked up a novel instead.

"Storm House, author, Fors Wall." Klein read out the main content of the cover.

The peaceful night, the yellow light, and a book with a cover reminded him of the days of renting books to read when he was a child, so he read it with a lot of nostalgia.

The novel "Storm House" tells the story of Ms. Sissi, who is 1.65 meters tall and weighs 98 pounds.

"1 pound is about 1 kilogram... This is the otherworldly version of Jane Eyre?" Klein rubbed his fingers on the comfortable paper, guessing about the follow-up content.

However, when he thought it was a romance novel, an "evil spirit" appeared behind him. When he believed that it was a supernatural novel, Ms. Sissi revealed that she was a detective and gave a gorgeous reasoning.

When Klein felt that there was nothing wrong with this detective novel, the male protagonist was hit hard on the head, lost his memory, and started a tear-jerking plot.

"...In the end, it's still a romance novel." Klein closed the books and took a sip of coffee with a headache.

Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The fierce knocking sound suddenly sounded, echoing in the dim and quiet corridor, and echoing in the ground where there was almost no one else.

Klein was startled, and his spirit became tense.

He instinctively took the revolver out of the gun pocket under his arm, adjusted the magazine and trigger, and slowly leaned towards the door, looking for the source of the sound.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

boom! boom! boom!

The slap became more and more violent, and Klein looked at the sound and saw the black iron door with seven holy emblems painted on it.

"The sound from behind the Chanis Gate?" He narrowed his eyes and his heart beat like a drum.

boom! boom! boom!

Klein saw the Chanis Gate shaking slightly, and felt the majestic force it was enduring.

"No way... I was on duty here on the first day and something happened? Did I have bad luck after crossing over?" Klein was sweating coldly as he held the gun handle in his right hand.

But soon, he remembered the captain's advice: no matter what sound you hear, no matter what happens, don't open the Chanis door unless it is opened from the inside.

Um, is this normal? Klein calmed down a lot.

boom! boom! boom! bang! bang! bang! The movement behind the Chanis door was getting louder and louder, but the heavy black iron door was only shaking, and there was no other abnormality.

"It's really normal, it scared me to death..." Klein whispered, and was about to return to the guard room.

At this moment, he heard a harsh rubbing sound, and saw the Chanis Gate go out heavily, cracking a gap!

tie!

In a voice that made his teeth sour, Klein's eyes that were about to freeze saw a figure. It was about the height of an adult, ordinary man's forearm. He was wearing a black, elegant, miniature palace dress with a hem. Visible stains.

It has a face that is not delicate, with dark eyes and a tight mouth.

It's a puppet, a toy puppet!

Almost at the moment when Klein subconsciously raised his gun to aim, the puppet wearing a long black court dress pressed tightly and forcefully against the open Chanis Gate, unfolding the paper in his hand.

There are many hidden symbols depicted on the paper, some that Klein knows, and some that he has not yet mastered. Together, they form an erect eye!

Before Klein had time to think about what was going on, the palace puppet was suddenly pulled back behind the Chanis Gate, and was pulled back behind the Chanis Gate by the invisible thing!

bang!

The Chanis door closed again, and there was no more knocking, no more slapping.

The ground returned to its usual tranquility and silence, as if nothing had happened.

"The Chanis door was opened from the inside, I have to report to the captain... But it was closed again..." At this time, Klein regained his thoughts and was shocked, scared and puzzled.

A few seconds later, he remembered what the puppet in the black palace dress was just now, because he was a full member of the Nighthawks and had long been qualified to know the "3" level items sealed behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen City.

"Number: 0625."

"Name: Doom Muppet."

"Danger level: '3', there is a certain danger, it needs to be used with care, and only actions of more than three people can apply."

"Confidentiality level: full member of Nighthawks and above."

"Seal method: only need to be isolated from humans."

"Description: This puppet is wearing a long court dress that was popular around 1300. There are stains on the skirt that are difficult to wash away. It is impossible to confirm whether it existed in the first place."

"During several tragic incidents in Tingen due to the family's financial crisis, the police noticed the existence of this doll, which was always kept in children's bedrooms and on the cabinet beside the bed."

"Several night watchmen accepted the commission and launched an investigation into this puppet."

"It was initially confirmed that it will bring bad luck, making the people around you gradually unlucky, falling into crisis, and eventually dying one by one. The subjects were on the verge of bankruptcy after only two weeks."

"This puppet does not have the characteristics of being alive, and there is no tendency to try to escape the seal."

"After a long-term experiment, we found that as long as it is within 10 meters of it for no more than half an hour every day, it will not be contaminated with bad luck; if it is already plagued with bad luck, as long as it is transferred to another owner, the situation will improve."

"Appendix: The first place this puppet appeared was in the house of old Mrs. Tess on the lower street of Iron Cross Street in the West District. She was a craftsman who made toys. Because of her old age, her husband was seriously ill, and her two children died early, so she had to Move down to Iron Cross Street."

"It was the last toy she sold, and she traded the doll for some viola juice, ending her and her husband's more than three days of starvation."

Klein recalled the information on the Sealed Artifact "3-0625", and more doubts and horrors arose in his heart:

"Doesn't it mean that this puppet doesn't have the characteristics of being alive? Doesn't it mean that it has no tendency to try to escape the seal?"

"Then what did I just see!"

"What was it that pulled it back in the end?"

"What exactly does the pattern drawn on the paper it unfolds represent?"

"In the scene just now, it really seemed like there was a perverted murderer dealing with the victim. The victim tried hard to knock on the door, tried to call for help, but was pulled back again..."

With so many ideas, Klein decided not to make his own decisions.

He went back to the watch room and pulled a rope.

The rope was pulled, the gears were running, and a rapid bell rang suddenly in the Blackthorn Security Company on the second floor. ,

Leonard Mitchell, who was playing cards in the entertainment room, and other sleepless people immediately put down the cards and rushed to the ground.

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