Chapter 44 Fate

Leonard's singing was like a sleeping song, echoing between the left and right doors, and echoing in the winding wooden stairs.

Klein's spirit was suddenly in a trance, and he seemed to see the quiet moonlight and the peaceful and swaying lake.

His eyelids quickly became heavy, as if he could fall asleep standing up.

In this blurred perception, he felt the invisible, strange, indifferent gaze from behind again, as if he was wandering in the spiritual world.

An inexplicable déjà vu appeared, and Klein suddenly recovered his thoughts. With his powerful inspiration and extremely familiar meditation, he barely escaped the influence of the "midnight poem".

But he was still calm in body and mind, and it was difficult for him to have other emotions.

Soon, Leonard stopped singing and smiled sideways:

"I'm considering applying for a Fenerpot, how can I sing without an accompaniment?"

"Hehe, just kidding, I heard they all fell asleep."

The dark-haired, green-eyed, poetic member of the Nighthawks team stepped forward and walked to the door of the room where the kidnappers and hostages were.

He suddenly swayed his shoulders, punched out his fist, and slammed into the door lock.

Click!

The wooden boards around the lock were shattered, and the sound was very faint.

"This requires precise control." Leonard turned his head and laughed as he put his hand into the hole and opened the door.

Klein, who had regained consciousness, was not as confident as he was. He put his hand under his armpit, pulled out the pistol, and adjusted the revolver to ensure that it could be fired immediately.

As the door retreated, he saw a man lying on the table sleeping with a pistol at his feet, and a man who rubbed his eyes in confusion and wanted to stand up.

pedal!

Leonard slid closer, knocking out the robber who was about to wake up.

Klein was about to follow and enter when suddenly, as if sensing something, he turned around abruptly, facing the stairs.

Da, da, da, the footsteps gradually became clearer from bottom to top. A man in a brown coat and no hat, holding a paper bag of bread in his arms, went around the corner of the stairs and headed to the third floor.

Suddenly, he paused and saw the metallic muzzle looking down at him.

In his pupils, a young man wearing a half-height silk top hat, a black formal suit, and a bow tie of the same color was reflected, the cane leaning against the railing, and the dangerous revolver.

"Stop all your movements, raise your hands, three, two..." Klein said in a low and soothing tone.

Holding the revolver in both hands, he tried to use the opponent as a practice target.

In the tense atmosphere, the man in the brown coat dropped the bag of bread and slowly raised his hands.

"Sir, did you misunderstand something?" He stared at Klein's finger on the trigger, and said with a slight smile.

Klein was temporarily unable to judge whether he was the kidnapper's companion or the neighbor next door, but there was no abnormality on the surface, and he said in a deep voice:

"Don't try to struggle, someone will come to see if it's a misunderstanding."

At this time, Leonard, who had dealt with the kidnappers in the house, came out, glanced at the man at the corner of the stairs, and said leisurely:

"It turns out that the kidnapper also has a companion who is responsible for receiving and buying food?"

Hearing this, the man in the brown coat shrank his pupils, suddenly stood up, and kicked the bag of bread that fell in front of him, trying to block Klein's sight.

Klein didn't seem to be affected, just like an exercise, he calmly pulled the trigger.

boom!

A cloud of blood appeared on the man's left shoulder.

He rolled along and was about to flee to the second floor, but Leonard had already stretched out his hand to support the railing and jumped down.

With a muffled sound, Leonard fell from the sky and landed on the man.

The man passed out in a coma,

Leonard patted the blood stains, looked up at Klein, and said with a smile:

"The marksmanship is not bad."

I was thinking of hitting his leg... Klein's mouth twitched invisibly, and he smelled a faint smell of blood at the end of his nose.

He found that after taking the "diver" potion, although his eyesight, hearing, and sense of touch were not improved, he could still "see" the things that were blocked, and he could still "hear" the faint sound of footsteps, so he could do the work in advance. judge.

Does this fall under the category of "inspiration"? Klein nodded thoughtfully, watching Leonard retrieve a sharp dagger from his kidnapper's companion, and watching him "drag" him into the room.

Holding a gun in one hand and a cane in the other, Klein walked into the house where the kidnappers were and saw Elliot Vicroll woke up by the sound of gunfire, his body changed from curled up to straight, and he slowly sat up.

The original three kidnappers were tied tightly by Leonard with the ropes they used to deal with Elliott, strung together in a string, and threw them into a corner—if there were not enough parts, their clothes were torn off instead.

The man who was shot in the shoulder was in a coma and was being bandaged, but Leonard disliked the filth and did not help him remove the bullet.

"You, who are you?" Elliot stammered in surprise when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Yes, you guessed it right, very accurate." The half-squatted Leonard replied casually.

Unexpectedly, this guy really has a sense of humor... Klein lowered his revolver, looked at Elliott and said:

"We are mercenaries hired by your father. You can also call us security personnel."

"Huh, really? Have I been rescued?" Elliot asked with joy but didn't dare to move randomly.

It can be seen that in just a few hours from being kidnapped to the present, he has suffered a lot, and he has lost the impulse he should have at his age.

Leonard stood up and said to Klein:

"You go downstairs to find the patrolling police and ask them to inform the tobacconist. I don't want to go out like a kidnapper with children and these four guys."

Just thinking about what to do with the follow-up, Klein nodded, put away the revolver, grabbed his cane, and walked towards the stairs.

As he descended the first step, he vaguely felt that he had forgotten something, and heard Leonard say to Elliott:

"Don't be nervous, you'll see your father, mother, and old housekeeper Keli soon, how about we play Gwent?"

...

Klein held back his smile and walked into the street outside. According to the instructions of passersby, he found two patrolling police officers.

He did not use the badge and certificate of the "Special Operations Department", but told the story in the name of a professional security officer.

As for the issue of holding weapons, he is not worried at all, because the day before yesterday, he got the "All Types of Weapons Use Permit" - applying through internal channels, the approval will be very fast.

The two policemen glanced at each other, and one of them went to notify the helper and the Vicroll family. The other one followed Klein back to the room where the kidnappers were.

After waiting for more than 40 minutes, taking advantage of the opportunity when the police were not paying attention, Leonard made a color on Klein and asked him to follow him out of the room.

"Trust me, it's a waste of time to go to the police station, let's leave first." The poetic Nighthawk explained with a relaxed expression.

Klein held the mentality of being tall when the sky fell, did not refute, and followed behind.

After nearly five minutes, several fast-running carriages rushed to the building where the kidnappers were, and the old housekeeper Keli accompanied his fat master Vicroll down.

Until this time, he was still in a state of confusion, unable to believe that the good news came so quickly, as fast as a dream.

Suddenly, he heard a crisp sound, and subconsciously turned his head and looked over:

A two-wheeled carriage drove past, the window was open, and Leonard, with black hair and green eyes, snapped his fingers again.

After crossing the Vicroll's carriage, Leonard closed the window, turned his body, and looked at Klein.

He smiled and raised his right hand and said:

"Happy cooperation!"

We don't seem to know each other... Klein politely gave him a high-five.

He didn't expect the kidnapping case to be resolved so quickly, so he could only secretly sigh that Beyonders are indeed Beyonders, even if he is a half-baked Sequence 9, he can do many incredible things.

"This is a gesture of celebration for the nobles after fencing." Leonard explained with a smile.

"I know." Klein has many noble classmates.

He looked out the window, frowned slightly and said:

"Aren't we going to check with Mr. Kelly? If he thinks it was Elliott who was rescued by the police, we'll get half of our reward."

A full 100 pounds!

As for providing the whereabouts of the kidnappers, because of the "meeting" just now, there would be no doubts.

"Don't worry, money is not that important to our lives." Leonard spread his hands and smiled.

...to me, it's very important! Klein squeezed out a polite smile and said:

"Many poets die young because of poverty."

Leonard laughed:

"I believe Elliot won't lie about this matter. I can see that he still retains his innocence, but even if you get 200 pounds in remuneration, you won't be able to share much."

"How much can I share?" Klein asked immediately.

"According to the long-standing and unwritten rules, half of the remuneration should be paid to Mrs. Orianna. As additional funds for the team, the rest will be shared equally by the participating members. Unfortunately, you are not a full member, so you can only get % ten."

10 pounds? Not bad... Klein pretended that he didn't feel distressed, and instead asked:

"Aren't you worried that after the kidnapper wakes up, he realizes that he has been affected by extraordinary power?"

"They won't doubt it. They will only think that the weather is too good for sleep, so they can't help falling down. They will even believe that singing only exists in dreams. This is something we have verified." De replied confidently, "It's your demon hunting bullet that makes people feel weird. Of course, a weirdo who likes occultism is a very reasonable explanation."

"Yeah." Klein let go of his worries, only feeling that he had forgotten, or ignored something.

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Back on Zoetland Street, Klein didn't wait for Kili to come, took a walk to Welch's residence, changed the route home, and bought beef, kale and other ingredients for dinner by the way.

It was still a pleasant dinner, and the three brothers and sisters had a leisurely chat accompanied by their studies, but there was one more visitor who knocked on the door.

He was the one who came to take all the copper one-penny coins from the gas meter.

As the night got darker, the three brothers and sisters said good night to each other and went back to their rooms.

Klein slept soundly, but was suddenly awakened by the sound of Soso outside. He opened the door suspiciously and came to the uninhabited bedroom.

Pushing open the mottled door, Klein saw a gray table.

There was a notebook on the table, and the cover was made of cardboard, dyed completely black.

An inexplicable sense of déjà vu came to mind, Klein walked over and opened the notebook.

There was a pattern on the spread out page, it was the "The Fool" in gorgeous clothes and headdress!

Below "The Fool", a line of Hermes is written:

"Everyone will die, including me."

Klein was startled, and suddenly found that the corner of "The Fool"'s mouth was hooked up!

call!

He sat up abruptly, saw the crimson moonlight through the curtains, saw the bookshelf and desk, saw the outline of his bedroom, and found himself having a nightmare.

As a "diver", he understands that dreams always reveal something, so he seriously aftertastes it.

In retrospect, Klein froze, because he knew what he had overlooked today!

While immersed in Leonard's chant, he received invisible, indifferent, watching from behind.

This kind of gaze is different from the experience of normal meditation and using spiritual vision, giving yourself a feeling of déjà vu!

According to Captain Dunn, once a similar feeling occurs, it often means...

Klein sat up abruptly and confirmed his feelings:

Yes, it is, that notebook! That notebook of the Antigonus family!