Chapter 26 Exercises

Da da da.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the dark and narrow corridor, spreading far and wide in the silence, and there was no more noise.

With his back straight, Klein followed the middle-aged priest unhurriedly, without questioning or chatting, as calm as a windless lake.

Passing through the heavily guarded passage, the middle-aged priest opened a secret door with a key and pointed to the stone staircase down:

"Crossroad to the left is Chanis Gate."

"May the goddess bless you." Klein tapped four times on his chest, outlining the "shape" of the crimson moon.

Secular use secular etiquette, religion uses religious rituals.

"Praise the goddess." The middle-aged priest responded with the same action.

Klein didn't say any more. He followed the stone stairs and walked into the depths of darkness step by step with the help of the elegant gas lamps inlaid on the walls on both sides.

Halfway through, he turned his head subconsciously, and saw the middle-aged priest still standing at the door, at the top of the stairs, in the shadow of the gas lamp, like a wax statue that couldn't move.

Klein retracted his gaze and continued to descend. It didn't take long before he touched the ground covered with icy slate and came to the crossroads.

He didn't turn in the direction of "Chanis Gate", because Dunn Smith, who had just been on duty, would definitely not be there.

Following the familiar road on the right, Klein climbed another staircase and appeared inside the Blackthorn Security Company.

Seeing that the door was either closed or half-closed, he did not search recklessly, but entered the reception hall and saw the brown-haired girl with a sweet smile who was concentrating on reading a magazine.

"Hi, Roshan." Klein came to the side and tapped the table on purpose.

bang!

Luo Shan suddenly stood up, knocked over the chair, and said hurriedly:

"Hi, the weather is nice today, you, you, Klein, why are you here?"

She put her hand on her chest and took a deep breath, like a lazy little girl afraid of being caught by her father.

"I have something to ask the captain." Klein answered briefly.

"...Scared me to death, I thought the captain came out." Roshan glared at Klein, "I don't even know how to knock on the door! Hmph, you should be glad that I am a generous and kind lady, um, I I prefer the word girl... What's your business with the captain? He's in the room opposite Mrs. Orianna."

Even though he was quite tense, Klein was teased by Roshan and smiled, and pondered for a while:

"secret."

"..." Roshan's eyes widened, and at the same time he couldn't believe it, Klein bowed slightly and said goodbye quickly.

He passed through the partition door of the reception room again and knocked on the door of the first office on his right.

"Come in." Dunn Smith said in a low and gentle voice.

Klein pushed in the door, folded his backhand, took off his hat and saluted:

"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 him, his exposed body is only wearing a white shirt and black vest, even if his hairline is high and his gray eyes Deep, but also looks a lot more refreshing.

"Someone is following me." Klein answered truthfully without any extra decoration.

Dunn leaned back, clasped his hands together, and looked into Klein's eyes quietly with his deep gray eyes.

He did not answer the follow-up topic, but instead asked:

"You came from church?"

"Yes." Klein answered affirmatively.

Dunn nodded slightly, did not say good or bad, turned back to the main topic and said:

"It may be that Welch's father didn't believe the cause of death we reported and hired a private investigator from the Windy City to investigate."

Conston City in Jianhai County, also known as the Windy City, is an area with extremely developed coal and steel industries, ranking among the top three cities in the Loen Kingdom.

Without waiting for Klein to express his opinion, Dunn continued:

"It could also have come from the source of that notebook,

Heh, we're looking at where Welch got the Antigonus family note, of course, can't rule out other individuals, or organizations, seeking this note. "

"What should I do?" Klein asked in a deep voice.

No doubt he hopes to be the first reason.

Dunn didn't answer immediately, took a sip from the coffee cup, and said without a ripple in his gray eyes:

"Go back the way you were before and do whatever you want."

"Any?" Klein asked back.

"Any." Dunn nodded affirmatively. "Of course, don't scare the other party away, and don't break the law."

"Okay." Klein took a breath, turned around, left the room, and returned to the basement.

He turned left at the intersection, bathed in the light of the gas lamps on both sides, and walked quietly in the empty, dark and cold passage.

The echoes are superimposed, the more lonely and the more fearful.

Soon, Klein approached the stairs, went up step by step, and saw the middle-aged priest standing in the shadows and standing at the door.

When the two met, neither said a word. The middle-aged priest turned silently and made way.

Walking silently all the way, Klein returned to the large prayer hall. The round holes behind the arched altar were still bright and pure, the darkness and tranquility in the room were still the same, and the gentlemen and ladies queuing outside the confession room were still the same, but much less.

After waiting for a while, Klein took the cane and the newspaper, as if nothing had happened, and slowly left the large prayer hall and St. Selena Church.

As soon as he went out and saw the fierce sun, he suddenly felt the familiar feeling of being watched, and he felt like a prey being stared at by an eagle.

Suddenly, a doubt emerged in his mind:

Why didn't The Peeper follow me into church before? Even so, I can still use the dark environment and the help of the pastor to hide his short-term "disappearance", but is it difficult for him to pretend to pray and follow the surveillance? I didn't do anything bad, what's the problem with going in openly?

Unless he has a dark history, is afraid of the church, fears the bishop, and knows that the other party may have extraordinary abilities...

In this way, the possibility of private detectives is very low...

call! Klein let out a sigh of relief. He was no longer as tense as before. He walked leisurely and walked around to Zoetland Street at the back.

He stopped in front of an old-fashioned, mottled-walled building with the house number "3" and the name "Zotland Shooting Club."

The police department's underground range has a section open to the "public" to earn additional funding.

As soon as Klein entered inside, the feeling of being peeped disappeared immediately. He seized the opportunity and gave the badge of the "Special Operations Department" to the waiter in charge of reception.

After a little verification, he was led into the ground and came to a small closed shooting range.

"10-meter target." After Klein briefly explained to the waiter, he took out the revolver from the gun pocket under his arm, and took out the box of brass-colored bullets from his clothes pocket.

Suddenly being watched, let his desire for self-preservation overcome procrastination, so he couldn't wait to come over to practice marksmanship.

Snapped!

After the waiter left, he threw out the runner and pulled out the silver demon hunter bullets one by one, then picked up the normal brass bullets and stuffed them into the bullet nest one by one.

This time, he did not leave any space to prevent accidental firing, nor did he take off his formal jacket or half-top hat. He had to practice in the most ordinary clothes. After all, it is impossible to shout after encountering enemies and dangers. "Please stop and let me change into light clothes first."

pat!

Klein closed the wheel and swiped it with his thumb.

Suddenly, he held the gun in both hands and raised it straight up, aiming at the target 10 meters away.

But he was not in a hurry to shoot, but seriously recalled the experience of missing the target in military training and common sense such as three points and one line, and recoil in shooting.

Whoa! Whoa!

In the sound of the clothes being pulled, Klein practiced aiming and holding posture over and over again, as serious as a child taking the college entrance examination.

After many repetitions, he retreated to the wall, sat on the soft bench, put the revolver aside, massaged his arms, and rested for a while.

After spending a few minutes thinking back to just now, Klein picked up the pistol with the wooden grip and the copper-colored revolver, came to the shooting position, took a standard posture, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

His arms shook, his body leaned back slightly, and the bullet strayed from the target.

boom! boom! boom!

Having learned from the experience, he shot one shot at a time, groping for the feeling in practice, until all six bullets were fired.

We're starting to hit the target... Klein stepped back and sat down again, taking two breaths.

Snapped! He threw out the runner, let the six shells fall to the ground, and then continued to stuff the remaining brass-colored bullets one by one with the same expression.

The activity relaxed his lower arm, Klein stood up again, and returned to the shooting position while summarizing.

boom! boom! boom!

The gunshots reverberated and the target shook. Klein practiced again and again, rested again and again, fired all the 30 normal bullets he had received and the remaining five, and gradually hit the target steadily, and began to pursue the number of rings.

Shaking his sore arm, he poured out the last five cartridge cases, lowered his head, and stuffed the silver Demon Hunter bullets with complex patterns one by one, and reserved the wrong firing position.

After the revolver was put into the gun pocket under his arm, Klein patted the smoke and dust on his body, walked out of the dedicated shooting range with a relaxed body, and returned to the street.

The feeling of being scrutinized appeared again, but Klein's mood was calmer than before. He walked slowly to Champagne Street, spent 4 pence on the public carriage to return to Iron Cross Street, and entered his apartment.

The sense of snooping disappeared without a sound, he took out his key, opened the door, and saw a man in his late thirties, wearing a linen shirt, with very short hair sitting at the desk.

When his heart tightened, he immediately relaxed. Klein greeted with a smile:

"Good morning, no, good afternoon, Benson."

This man is his and Melissa's older brother, Benson Moretti, who is only 25 years old this year. With a receding hairline and an old face, he looks almost 30.

He has black hair and brown eyes, and is somewhat similar to Klein, but he doesn't have that faint bookish air.

"Good noon, Klein, how's the interview?" Benson stood up with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

His black coat and top hat hung from the bunk of the bunk bed.

"Very bad." Klein replied expressionlessly.

Seeing Benson stunned, Klein chuckled and added:

"As a matter of fact, I didn't attend the interview at all, I got a job ahead of time, and I was paid £3 a week..."

He repeated what he said to Melissa before.

Benson's expression softened, shook his head and smiled:

"It's like seeing a child grow up...well, the job is not bad."

He sighed and said:

"It's really good to hear such good news when I came back from running around. We have to celebrate tonight and buy some beef?"

Klein smiled and said:

"Okay, but I think Melissa will be distressed. Let's go shopping for groceries in the afternoon? Bring at least 3 soli? Well, let's be honest, 1 pound for 20 soli, 1 soli for 12p, and half Pence, quarter penny, it’s counterintuitive, it’s cumbersome, and I think it must be one of the dumbest coins in the world.”

After he finished speaking, he saw Benson's expression suddenly become serious, and he was a little uneasy, wondering if he had said the wrong thing.

Could it be that in the missing memory fragments of the original owner, Benson is a pure and extreme kingdom supporter, who can't tolerate any denial?

Benson paced a few steps and retorted with a serious look:

"No, none of them."

No one... Klein was stunned for a while, then quickly reacted, and smiled at his brother.

Sure enough, it's the sarcastic humor that Benson is good at.

The corners of Benson's mouth were upturned, and he added solemnly:

"You should understand that to develop a reasonable and simple currency system requires a prerequisite, that is, to know how to count and master the decimal system. Unfortunately, among those big men, such talents are too rare."