Chapter 20 The Forgetful Dunn

"Okay." Klein bowed slightly, took off the low top hat and put it on his head again, thinking more about the appearance of the Sealed Artifact "0-08".

An ordinary looking quill?

Don't need ink to write?

So what is its real function? So much so that it is highly confidential and considered "very dangerous"?

Wouldn't it be a causal pen to write about who died?

No, that's outrageous, there is no need for Ince Zangwill to abscond...

Klein just turned around and was about to leave, but Dunn Smith suddenly stopped him behind him:

"Wait a minute, I forgot something."

"What?" Klein turned his head, his eyes full of doubts.

Dunn put down his pocket watch, smiled and said:

"You wait, remember to ask Mrs. Orianna, the accountant, to advance four weeks' salary, a total of 12 pounds, and then only receive half of the salary every week until it is repaid."

"It's too much, there's no need for it, it can be less." Klein said subconsciously.

He didn't object to the advance payment. After all, he didn't even have a public carriage fare to go back, but taking a huge sum of 12 pounds at once made him a little scared.

"No, it's a must." Dunn shook his head and smiled. "You think about it, are you still willing to continue living in your current apartment? Even the bathroom is shared with several households. You don't have to consider yourself, you have to consider the lady, and …”

Seeing Klein nodding in agreement, he paused, smiled and looked at the other's clothes, and said meaningfully:

"And you need a cane too, and you'll have to buy a new suit."

Klein was stunned for a second, then woke up, his face suddenly became a little hot, because the suit he was wearing was cheap.

Normally, a top hat is made of silk, worth 5 to 6 soli, a bow tie 3 soli, a cane inlaid with silver 7 to 8 soli, a shirt 3 soli, and a trousers, vest and dovetail formal dress cost about 7 pounds. Leather boots are 9 to 10 soli, so a set of them will total more than 8 pounds and 7 soli. Of course, a decent gentleman also needs a watch chain, a pocket watch and a wallet.

At the beginning, the original owner and brother Benson were frugal, saved a sum of money, and went to the coat store to ask, but they didn't even dare to pay back the price, so they walked away in despair. People bought a set for less than two pounds.

Because of this, the original owner was extremely impressed with the price of the clothes.

"Okay, okay." Klein stammered slightly.

Like the original owner, he is also a person who wants to be embarrassed.

Dunn took out his pocket watch again, opened it and glanced at it:

"Or do you go to Mrs. Orianna first? I don't know how long you'll be at Old Neil's. Wait a little longer and Mrs. Orianna will go home."

"Okay." Klein was deeply impoverished and did not object.

Dunn walked back to the table and pulled one of the ropes hanging down:

"I'll ask Roseanne to take you there."

The ropes were running, the gears were turning, and Luo Shan in the reception hall of "Black Thorn Security Company" heard the soft ringing of the bell hanging next to her, so she quickly stood up and went downstairs cautiously.

Not long after, she appeared in front of Klein.

Dunn Smith said with a humorous smile:

"Did you not disturb your rest? Well, take Moretti to Mrs. Orianna."

Roshan quietly curled her lips and replied "happily":

"Okay, Captain."

"That's it?" At this time, Klein blurted out in surprise.

Go to the "Finance" to advance the salary, you don't need the captain to approve a note, do you write something?

"So?" Dunn asked in confusion.

"I mean, don't you need your signature to go to Mrs. Orianna's salary advance?" Klein said in as simple a language as possible.

"Oh, no, no need, Roshan can prove it." Dunn Smith answered, pointing to the brown-haired girl.

Captain, we have almost no "financial management" here... Klein resisted the urge to complain, and followed Roshan and walked out of the room.

Just then, he heard Dunn shout again:

"Wait a minute, there's one more thing."

Can we finish talking all at once? Klein turned around with a smile on his face and said:

"You speak."

Dunn pressed his temple and said:

"When you go to Old Neil's place, remember to collect ten 'Magic Bullets'."

"Me? Demon Hunting Bullet?" Klein asked in surprise.

"Isn't Welch's revolver with you? You don't have to turn it in." Dunn put one hand in the pocket, "With the 'Magic Bullet', you can protect it from any strange danger. To yourself, uh, that at least gives you courage."

There is no need to add the last half sentence... Klein was worried about this matter, and replied without hesitation:

"Okay, I'll remember!"

"This requires me to write a formal document, wait a moment." Dunn Smith sat down, picked up the dark red absorbent pen, and wrote a "slip", signed it, and covered it. Chapter up.

"Thank you, Captain." Klein sincerely accepted.

He stepped back and turned around again.

"and many more."

Dunn shouted again.

...Captain, you look like you are only in your thirties. How come there are signs of decline in the future? Klein squeezed out a smile, turned around and asked:

"What else?"

"I forgot just now, you haven't practiced shooting, and it's useless to hold 'Magic Bullets', so you can take another thirty rounds of normal bullets every day, and take advantage of the opportunity to go out and go to the street, which is Zoetland Street 3 The underground shooting range of No. 1, most of which belong to the police department, but there is a field dedicated to our night watchers, ah, yes, you also need to get a badge from old Neil, otherwise you will not be able to enter the shooting range." Dunn He patted his forehead, took back the "slip" from Klein's hand, added other content, and added a chapter.

"Good gunmen are fed with bullets, don't take it lightly." Dunn handed the corrected "note" to Klein again.

"I understand." Klein, who was afraid of danger, wanted to go today.

He took two steps out, suddenly turned his body cautiously halfway, and said carefully:

"Captain, is there anything else?"

"No more." Dunn nodded affirmatively.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and walked all the way to the door. He wished he could turn around again and asked, "Is it really gone?"

He resisted this urge and finally left the "duty room" "smoothly".

"Captain has always been like this, often forgetting things." Luo Shan walked aside and slandered in a low voice, "My grandma has a better memory than him, of course, he only forgets small things, um, small things, Klein, I will call you Ke in the future. Ryan, Mrs. Orianna is a kind person, very easy to get along with, her father is a watchmaker, and his craftsmanship is very good..."

Hearing the brown-haired girl's chatter, Klein set foot on the stairs, returned to the upper floor, and saw Mrs. Orianna in the outermost office on the right.

This is a black-haired lady wearing a long dress with ruffles. She looks in her thirties, with fashionable curly hair, a pair of green pupils with a clear smile, delicate and elegant.

After Orianna heard Roshan relay Dunn Smith's arrangement, she took out a note and wrote an advance payment slip:

"You sign. Is there a stamp? If not, put a handprint."

"Okay." Klein completed the formalities familiarly.

Orianna took out the copper key, opened the safe in the room, counted the gold pounds, and said with a smile:

"You are so lucky that you have enough cash today. By the way, Klein, you were invited by the captain because you were involved in evil events and you have special skills?"

"Yes, ma'am, your intuition is accurate." Klein did not hesitate to praise.

Orianna took out four banknotes with light gray as the bottom and dark black patterns, locked the safe again, turned around, and said with a smile:

"Because I am too."

"Really?" Klein appropriately expressed surprise.

"Do you know the serial killer who caused a sensation in Tingen sixteen years ago?" Orianna handed four gold pounds to Klein.

"...Remember! It's the 'bloody butcher' who killed five girls in a row, some taking their hearts and some taking their stomachs? When I was a child, my mother often used this to scare my sister." Klein thought for a moment. road.

He took the banknotes and found that they were two 5 pounds and two 1 pounds, both with black stripes on a gray background, with complex patterns and special watermarks on the four corners.

The former is slightly larger, and in the center is the fifth king of the Loen Kingdom, the direct ancestor of George III, Henry Augustus I. He wears a white hairpiece, has a round face, long and narrow eyes, and a very serious expression. , but there is an indescribable closeness.

It's a £5 note!

Equal to Benson's salary for nearly four weeks!

In the center of the 1 pound note is the father of George III, the former King William Augustus VI. This "strong man" has a thick beard and determined eyes. During his reign, the Ruen Kingdom got rid of the old shackles , once again reached the top of the kingdoms.

These are all "good kings"... Klein vaguely smelled the refreshing scent of ink on banknotes.

"Yes, if the Nighthawks hadn't arrived in time, I would have been the sixth victim." Mrs. Orianna's tone still contained a trace of fear, even though it had been more than ten years.

"Sounds like that serial killer, no, butcher, is a Beyonder?" Klein carefully folded the banknotes, put them in the inside pocket of his suit, and touched the nearby area a few times to confirm.

"Yes." Mrs. Orianna nodded heavily. "He killed a lot of people before. The reason he was caught that time was because he was preparing a demon ritual."

"No wonder you need different internal organs... I'm sorry, ma'am, it reminds you of bad things." Klein said sincerely.

Orianna chuckled and said, "I'm not afraid for a long time... At that time, I was studying accounting in business school, and after that, I came here. Well, I won't delay you, you have to find old Neil."

"Goodbye, ma'am." Klein took off his hat and saluted, and exited the office. Before going down the stairs, he couldn't help but touch the inner pocket to confirm that the 12-pound note was still there.

He turned at the intersection and walked to the right, not long after he saw a half-closed iron gate.

Boom, boom, boom.

In the knock on the door, an old voice said:

"come in."

Klein pushed open the iron door and found that it was a narrow room with only one table and two chairs.

On the other side of the room, there was a tightly locked iron door, and behind the table, an old man with gray hair and a classic black robe was reading a few yellowed pages in the light of a gas lamp.

He raised his head, looked at the door and said:

"You are Klein Moretti? Little Roseanne came over just now and said you were polite."

"Miss Roseanne is really a friendly person, good afternoon, Mr. Neil." Klein took off his hat and greeted.

"Sit down." Neil pointed to the intricately patterned silver-studded tin can on the table, "Want a cup of hand-ground coffee?"

The corners of his eyes and mouth were deeply wrinkled, and his dark red eyes were slightly cloudy.

"You don't seem to drink at all?" Klein keenly noticed that Neil's ceramic cup was full of water.

"Haha, this is my habit, I don't drink coffee after 3 pm." Neil explained with a smile.

"Why?" Klein asked casually.

Neil smiled and looked into Klein's eyes and said:

"I'm afraid I won't sleep well at night, and I'll hear some inexplicable whispers."

... Klein didn't know how to answer the call, and instead asked:

"Mr. Neil, what documents and classics should I read?"

As he spoke, he took out the "slip" written by Dunn Smith.

"History-related, complex, piecemeal, honestly, I've been trying to learn, but I can only grasp the preliminary ones, the others are too troublesome, what are the diaries of people at that time, popular books, epitaphs, etc., etc. Wait." Neil complained, "For the ones I have at hand, more detailed historical records are needed to infer the specifics."

"Why?" Klein was a little confused.

Neil pointed to a few yellowed pages in front of him and said:

"This is the diary that Roselle Gustaf lost before his death. In order to keep it secret, he used the strange symbols he invented to record it."

Emperor Roselle? Senior Transmigrator? Klein was stunned for a while, then focused on listening.

"Because many people believe that he did not really die, but became a hidden deity, there have always been cults who worshiped him and held various rituals to try to gain power. We occasionally encounter this kind of thing and get a few original Or the notes of the copybook." Neil shook his head and said, "To this day, no one has deciphered the real symbols of those special symbols, so the 'Temple' allows us to keep the copy research, hoping to have unexpected surprises."

Having said this, Neil showed a smug smile:

"I have deciphered several of the symbols and confirmed that it is the expression of numbers. Look, what I found, this is actually a diary! Well, I hope to use the historical events of different dates at that time, especially the events around the emperor. , and compare it with the records of the corresponding day in the diary, so as to decipher more symbols."

"The idea of ​​a genius, right?" The gray-haired and wrinkled old gentleman looked at Klein brightly.

Klein nodded in agreement:

"Yes."

"Haha, you can also take a look. You have to start helping me with this work tomorrow." Mr. Neil pushed the yellowed pages to Klein.

Klein turned them straight, just glanced at them, and the whole person stayed there!

Although those "symbols" were copied and depicted ugly and slightly deformed, I would never admit my mistake...

Because this is the text I am most familiar with:

Chinese!

TM is still a simplified Chinese character!

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