Chapter 117 Contact

"Dust Guderian, the doctor at Greenhurst Asylum..."

Klein silently repeated Detective Henry's words, and began to think about how to get in touch with this doctor who was suspected of being a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society as an "audience".

On this matter, he didn't want to take too many risks, he didn't want the Nighthawks to find out that he had a problem, and he didn't want to lose his current life for the information and resources that were only used for exchange.

Moreover, that gentleman is likely to be an "audience", not a person who has received special training, and it is almost impossible to conceal his true purpose and thoughts from him.

"Look for someone to transfer, be more mysterious? No, the more people involved, the easier it is to go wrong... Hmm... Maybe you can consider hiding the truth in the truth, so that the expression and body language that the doctor can see are A reflection of what I really thought, but not all of my thoughts..."

Klein listened to Detective Henry's introduction of Dust Guderian's situation, while thinking about what method to adopt to avoid risks to the greatest extent without affecting the achievement of the goal.

Gradually, he found inspiration from the gangster movies and spy movies he had watched.

"Well...you can try this, but you have to practice repeatedly..." Klein nodded in his heart, and returned all his attention to Detective Henry's words.

"Cough..." Henry cleared his throat, "We are still working on the red chimney commission. You should know that there are many similar buildings in Tingen City. Of course, if you can provide other clues, the matter It's that simple."

Klein laughed hoarsely:

"If I have other clues, I won't entrust you."

To be honest, such a long investigation and search made him pessimistic about the outcome of the matter, because the manipulator behind the scenes was clearly aware of his divination and had plenty of time to move his hiding place.

Therefore, he only hopes to find further clues from the corresponding guest information.

And it's worth 7 pounds... It hurts to think about it... After Detective Henry finished describing it, Klein took his cane and left the house.

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At 8:40 on Saturday morning, in the doctor's office at Greenhurst Asylum.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Duster Guderian, who had an outstanding temperament, took off his coat, took off his hat, and hung them on the coat rack.

He had just picked up the tin can of ground coffee when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." Daxter said indifferently.

Then, he saw the half-closed door pushed open, and saw a young man in a black knee-length windbreaker walk in.

Because of the unfamiliarity of the other party, Daxter said in doubt:

"Good morning, who are you?"

Klein closed the door casually, took off his hat, pressed it on his chest, and saluted:

"Good morning, Dr. Dust, please forgive me for my presumptuous visit. I am Inspector Klein Moretti from the Ahwa County Police Department. This is my ID and badge."

"Inspector?" Dust whispered, and took the other party's certificate and badge.

"Special Operations Department..." He slowly raised his head, his eyes were so calm that there was no ripple, as if he was examining something.

Short black hair, pupils a little darker than brown, a bit of a scholarly temperament, calm and calm, no malice for the time being...

Daxter handed back the items in his hand, and pointed to the chair opposite the desk after deliberation:

"Please sit down, officer, what do you need from me?"

Klein sat down, put his cane away, slowly put away his certificate and badge, and said with a smile:

"Please allow me to introduce myself again."

"I'm still a member of Tingen City's Night Squad, specializing in matters involving extraordinary factors."

"Good morning, Mr. Audience."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was not surprised to see Dust's pupils shrinking and his palm retracted,

He looked like he wanted to run away.

"Officer, I don't understand what you mean." Daxter said forcefully, almost unable to maintain his state, "I don't like such jokes, maybe I should call the guards."

Klein slowly took out the revolver from the gun pouch under his arm, and said with the same smile:

"Mr. Daxter, I know you can see my confidence, and you can also see that I am not malicious. Hehe, frankly speaking, I was a little uncertain at the beginning, but your reaction gave me the answer."

Every sentence above is true... Klein silently added in his heart.

Daxter relaxed a little bit, glanced at the opponent's revolver from the corner of the eye, and asked doubtfully:

"It's hard for me to understand why you came to me... I don't think I have exposed anything..."

Klein smiled and said:

"It's just a coincidence, maybe fate arranged for us to get to know each other."

"Actually, we met in the underground trading market of the Dragon Bar, but you didn't pay attention to me at that time."

"Although you cleverly purchased the auxiliary materials of the sequence potion separately, for me who happens to know this formula, it is still worthy of attention."

Daxter exhaled suddenly, as if he had lost the motivation to defend himself:

"It turned out to be like this..."

"I thought I was cautious enough, unexpected, unexpected..."

After murmuring a few words, he stared into Klein's eyes and said:

"Officer, I know you are not here to arrest me, what is your real purpose?"

Klein said with a relaxed expression:

"I'm different from other Nighthawks. I don't think every Extraordinary who doesn't belong to us is a potential criminal. This is unfair to those who yearn for order and kindness."

Daxter changed his sitting position and said less tensely:

"If other Nighthawks, Punishers, and Mechanical Heart members can be like you, then the world will be peaceful."

"You know the members of Nighthawks, Punishers, and Mechanical Heart?" Klein pretended to be surprised. "This is not something that a person who strays into the Beyonder realm should know. There must be an organization behind you."

He leaned back and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Psychological Alchemists?"

While speaking, he leisurely looked at Daxter's face a little ugly.

"I can see that you are looking forward to my answer, but you still ignore some seemingly ordinary things and fall into your language trap..." Daxter whispered annoyedly.

He began to realize that the state of "spectator" is not omnipotent, and he can see the purpose of the other party, but it does not mean that he can figure out the specific details.

Klein rubbed the revolver of the pistol and said:

"Doctor, we have to communicate honestly, and it starts with me."

"I don't think unmanaged Beyonders are potential criminals, but I agree with the registration and supervision of every Beyonder, which is to prevent the risk of loss of control and avoid more serious and dangerous situations."

"I won't disturb your normal life, I hope we can cooperate to a certain extent."

"Limited cooperation?" Daxter asked as if thinking.

Klein laughed lowly and said:

"Yes, there are limits."

"For example, report to me on a regular basis about your own status. You know, many out-of-control incidents can be rescued when the situation is not so serious, and the Nighthawks have accumulated enough experience in this regard."

"For example, in your organization, among the Extraordinary people you know, if someone is about to endanger innocent people, please provide me with clues in time."

"For example, exchanging some things for something more useful to you is a benefit for you, and you should know the meaning of benefits."

"In addition, you don't have to worry anymore. You don't have to be afraid that one day you will suddenly be captured or killed by members of the Nighthawks, Punisher, and Mechanical Heart. You can enjoy your life peacefully and happily."

"We'll give you some identification items that you can use in those last, last-ditch moments."

Daxter listened in silence, and after a while he asked:

"You want me to betray my organization?"

"No, it's not betrayal." Klein Chen Ken said, "This is the protection of justice, morality, and kindness. You are preventing some evil, murderous, and bloody cases. Except for this aspect, I will not let you betray the secrets of your organization."

Dust thought about it carefully, and seemed to feel a little better because he had an excuse.

He was silent for a few seconds, stretched out his right hand and said:

"Pleasant cooperation."

Klein shook the opponent with his unarmed hand and said:

"Pleasant cooperation."

He paused, smiled lightly and said:

"Doctor, you can tell me if you are a member of the Psychological Alchemists."

"Yes." Dust nodded.

Klein, who had activated his Spirit Vision before entering the door, did not notice any fluctuations in the mood of the other party, so he asked after deliberation:

"How did you join the Psychological Alchemists?"

Daxter looked into each other's eyes and said:

"Because of a patient in this lunatic asylum, when I saw him, I found that he could see through me completely, and he was sober and rational that he didn't look like a lunatic..."

"His name is Hood Eugene."

Klein memorized the name, and chatted with Daxter for a few more words, agreeing on the secret transmission method of the meeting request and the meeting place and other matters.

He didn't communicate with the other party about potions, formulas, rumors, etc. for the time being. He bid farewell at the right time, put away the revolver, and left Daxter's office.

Watching his back disappear into the doorway, Daxter let out a sharp breath, and leaned back on the chair limply, a little pained and a little relaxed.

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No. 36 Zouteran Street, inside the Blackthorn Security Company.

Dunn, who was sitting behind the desk, swept his gray eyes and asked:

"What happened?"

Klein, who was almost half an hour late, organized his words and said:

"Captain, I found an Extraordinary who is confirmed to be a member of the Psychological Alchemists."

"...He is a decent doctor and is willing to cooperate with us. I think it is best to maintain the current state, which will help us keep abreast of the latest situation of the Psychological Alchemy Association."

After a pause for a few seconds, Klein added:

"I want to develop him into an informant of the Nighthawks, or a hidden peripheral member."

The word informant comes from the Intis language, from Emperor Roselle.

Dunn nodded slowly and said:

"You handled it very well, but if this kind of thing happens in the future, you'd better tell me first."

"Submit to me the doctor's information and the written materials of your treatment process, and I will give him some identification items."

"Also, don't tell Leonard and the others about this matter. Although they are all trustworthy teammates, the relevant regulations have clear regulations."

"You will be responsible for contacting that doctor in the future."

Klein exhaled silently and said with a smile on his face:

"OK."