Chapter 45 Return

The notebook of the Antigonus family is in the room opposite the kidnappers!

Although it was a coincidence, Klein believed that his feelings were not wrong.

He immediately rolled over and got out of bed, taking off the old clothes he had worn in bed in two or three times.

He took the white shirt next to him, put it on his body, and quickly buttoned it from top to bottom.

One, two, three... He suddenly noticed that there was a "missing" button, and the left and right sides didn't seem to be symmetrical.

Taking a closer look, Klein realized that he had made the button right and wrong from the beginning, making the shirt distorted.

He shook his head helplessly, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, using some meditation techniques to restore a certain calmness to himself.

Putting on his white shirt and black trousers, he put on his underarm shoulder straps barely, and took out the revolver hidden under the soft pillow and put it inside.

Not bothering to tie a bow tie, he put on a formal suit and walked to the door with a hat in one hand and a cane in one hand.

Putting on his half-height silk top hat, Klein gently twisted the handle, opened the door, and entered the corridor.

Carefully closing the wooden door of the bedroom, he went down the stairs almost silently like a thief, and left two lines of words with the pen and paper in the living room, indicating that he forgot to say something about the company last night and needed to arrive early today.

Walking out of the door, Klein suddenly felt a cool breeze, and the whole person became quiet.

The street in front of him was dark and silent, with no pedestrians, only the light of the gas street lamps shone quietly.

Klein took out the pocket watch from the inner pocket, snapped it open, and found that just after six o'clock, the crimson moonlight had not completely faded, but the sky was already bright.

He was about to find an expensive rental carriage when he suddenly saw a trackless public carriage with two horses and four wheels approaching.

"Is there a public carriage so early?" Klein was a little surprised, went up to meet him, and waved to stop.

"Good morning, sir." The coachman stopped the horse skillfully.

The tolling staff next to him covered his mouth with his hands and yawned.

"Go to Zoetland Street," Klein said as he took out two onepence and four and a halfpence from his trouser pocket.

"4p." The staff member in charge of charging answered without hesitation.

After handing over the fare, Klein got into the carriage, only to see that it was empty, and there were no other guests, showing an obvious desertion in the dark.

"You are the first." The driver said with a smile.

The two brown horses stepped forward and moved forward relatively briskly.

"To be honest, I didn't expect a stagecoach to be available so early." Klein sat close to the driver and replied casually to distract his attention and relieve his inner tension.

The driver laughed at himself:

"From six o'clock to nine o'clock every day, but I only earn £1 a week."

"Is there no time to rest?" Klein asked in surprise.

"Rotate one day off a week." The coachman's tone became heavy.

The toll collector next to him added:

"We are responsible for six in the morning to eleven at noon, then go to lunch, go to lunch break, wait until after dinner, which is six o'clock, and then replace colleagues... Even if we don't have a rest, we need two horses."

"It wasn't like this before. Ever since some coachmen were too tired and made undeserved mistakes, the horses lost control and the carriages overturned, so there was such a rotation... How could that group of vampires suddenly become kind!" The coachman sneered. one sound.

In the light of the morning light, the stagecoach drove towards Zoetland Street, carrying only seven or eight passengers along the way.

After Klein relieved his tension a little, he stopped talking, closed his eyes, and flashed back yesterday's experience frame by frame to see if he missed anything else.

When the sun was fully up and the sky was really bright, the stagecoach reached Zoetland Street.

Klein pressed the hat with his left hand,

Even jumped off the carriage.

He walked quickly into 36 Zoetland Street and walked up the stairs to the outside of the Blackthorn Security Company.

At this point, the gate was closed and not yet opened.

Klein took the keychain from his waist, found the brass-colored counterpart, inserted it into the hole, and twisted it with a "click".

He pushed forward, letting the door slowly open back, and saw Leonard Mitchell with black hair and green eyes sniffing the recently popular cigarettes.

"Actually, I prefer cigars...you look eager?" the poetic Nighthawk asked with ease.

"Where's the captain?" Klein asked without answering.

Leonard pointed to the partition:

"In his office. As a 'Sleepless', he only needs to rest for two hours during the day. I think those factory owners and bankers must like this potion the most."

Klein nodded, walked quickly through the partition, and saw Dunn Smith had opened the office door and stood at the entrance.

"What's the matter?" He was wearing a black trench coat, carrying a cane inlaid with gold, with a calm and serious expression.

"I have the feeling of 'I seem to have seen it somewhere'. It should be the notebook, the notebook of the Antigonus family." Klein tried his best to control himself to make the answer appear coherent.

"Where?" Dunn Smith's expression did not change significantly.

But Klein's inspiration told him that there seemed to be an obvious and invisible fluctuation in the other party. This might be the sparkle of the spirit, or it might be a change in mood.

"It was just yesterday where Leonard and I rescued the hostages, opposite the kidnapper's room. I didn't notice it at the time until I had a dream and got a revelation." Klein didn't hide anything.

"Looks like I missed a very big credit yesterday." Leonard, who didn't know when to go to the partition, chuckled.

Dunn nodded slightly and commanded solemnly:

"Let Cornley replace Old Neil to guard the arsenal, and let Old Neil and Fry go with us."

Leonard stopped acting frivolous, and immediately notified Kernley and Fry in the Night Watcher's entertainment room, one of them was the "Sleepless Man" and the other was the "corpse collector".

Five minutes later, the two-wheeled carriage belonging to the Nighthawks team started to run fast, in the early morning when there were not many pedestrians.

Wearing a felt hat, shirt and vest, Leonard temporarily acted as a coachman, occasionally swinging the whip out of thin air, making it crackle.

Inside the carriage, Klein and Old Neil sat on the same side, opposite Dunn Smith and Frye.

This "corpse collector" has fair skin that looks like he hasn't been exposed to the sun for a long time, or is suffering from severe ischemia. He is about thirty years old, with black hair and blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a cold and dark temperament. There is a faint smell left by touching the corpse all the year round.

"Tell me about it again in detail." En Deng straightened the collar of his black trench coat.

Klein rubbed the citrine pendant that was hidden by his sleeves. From the moment he accepted the entrustment, he talked about the dream, and the old Neil next to him smiled and said:

"You and the Antigonus family's notebook seem to have some kind of fateful bond, so you can meet them."

Yeah, that's too much of a coincidence! If Leonard hadn't mentioned just now, the preliminary trial results of Elliott's kidnapping case showed that there was no hidden or mysterious power manipulation, and it was just a case that was simply desperate for money, I would have suspected it was deliberately arranged by someone... Ryan was also quite surprised by this.

What a coincidence!

Dunn didn't express his opinion, as if he was contemplating something, and Fry the "corpse collector", also wearing a black trench coat, remained silent.

It wasn't until the carriage stopped and the building Klein mentioned appeared out of the window that the stagnation was broken.

"Let's go up, Klein, you and Old Neil are at the back, be careful, you must be careful." Dunn got out of the carriage, took out a strange revolver with an obviously long and thick barrel, and put it Stuck in right hand pocket.

"Okay." Klein didn't dare to be at the forefront.

After Leonard found someone to guard the carriage, a group of five Beyonders entered the stairs in an orderly manner, walking lightly to the third floor.

"This is it?" Leonard pointed to the room opposite the kidnapper.

Klein tapped his eyebrows twice and activated his spiritual vision.

In this state, his inspiration improved again, and he only felt that the door seemed familiar, and he seemed to have entered it.

"Yes." He nodded affirmatively.

Old Neil also turned on his own spiritual vision, and after careful observation, he said:

"There is no one in it, and there is no aura of magic."

"Corpse Collector" Frye added hoarsely:

"No evil spirits."

He can see many spirits, including evil spirits and resentful souls, without turning on his spiritual vision.

Leonard took a step forward, just like yesterday, and punched the door lock.

This time, not only did the surrounding wooden boards shatter, but even the door lock bounced off and fell to the ground.

Klein only felt that some invisible seal disappeared in an instant, and immediately after that, he smelled a strong stench.

"Corpse, rotting corpses." "Corpse Collector" Frye stated coldly.

He showed no nausea at all.

Dunn stretched out his black gloved right hand and slowly opened the door. The first thing that caught everyone's eyes was a fireplace. In the weather in early July, it was abnormally hot.

In front of the fireplace stood a rocking chair on which an old woman in a black and white dress sat with her head bowed.

Her whole body has grown a lot abnormally, her skin is black and green, bulging to the point of shining, it seems that as long as you poke it casually, it will burst open, spewing rotten odor, and the maggots or parasites are in the flesh and rot. In the liquid room, in the clothes and the folds, crawling in and out - in spiritual vision, they are like dots of light, surrounded by a mass of extinguished "darkness".

Pop, pop.

The old woman's two eyeballs fell off and fell to the ground, rolling around a few times, leaving a few yellow-brown marks.

Klein felt nauseous for a while, and could no longer restrain the influence of the stench, he bowed and vomited.