Chapter 25 Dream Encounter

Someone sneaked in? Klein didn't turn over and sit up immediately, but turned his body sideways, put his right palm under the pillow, and quietly held the "Death Knell" revolver. At the same time, he slowly stretched the five fingers of his left hand, putting "Squirming Hunger" in a waiting state . [Thinker Novel Network - Hand-typed version of the novel]

——Knowing that it would be difficult to find food for "Squirming Hunger" after returning to Backlund, he sneaked into the prison in Conant City, Disey Bay in advance, found a death row prisoner, confirmed that the crime was correct, and fed it to the glove.

People from the "Rose School of Thought" targeted me? No, it's impossible to be so fast. Besides, if it was them, they would definitely not come to the door rashly, but wait for the opportunity, and try to succeed with one blow when I pass by a remote place, so as not to alarm the official forces of Backlund... I am in Too much money was donated at the moon mass, and was targeted by criminals? Well, a foreign rich man who has just come to Backlund and spends a lot of money is indeed an easy target for others... Of course, it may also be the "Nighthawks" doing routine investigations... While thinking about it, Klein heard There was a small movement coming from the large balcony of the semi-open room next door.

Immediately afterwards, the lock cylinder cracked slightly, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were pulled open almost silently.

Klein listened carefully and noticed footsteps passing through the semi-open room and entering the corridor.

After a slight pause, the footsteps came towards the master bedroom, then passed over, and turned the doorknob of the valet's room.

Wrong place? Or, is it to find Richardson? With a thought in his heart, Klein let go of his right palm holding the "Death Knell" revolver, and reached for the iron cigarette case not far away.

After he lifted the "spiritual wall", an illusory figure wearing a dark red coat and an old tricorne hat instantly appeared beside him and walked into the full-length mirror.

When Senior, the "wraith" secret puppet, jumped onto the glass window of Richardson's room, he happened to see a brown-yellow figure with soft outline and black hair walking out of the room, and Richardson said silently. Sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, the back arched, as if melting into the darkness.

His expression was sometimes fearful, sometimes embarrassed, sometimes showing a feeling of weakness, and finally fell silent.

Sure enough, he came to find Richardson... The appearance and characteristics are close to those of the Southern Continent... He is agile and skilled in action, so he should not be an ordinary person... This is a friend Richardson met when he was in the manor in the Southern Continent, or rather , the relationship with his mother? Richardson is just a personal servant with an annual salary of 35 pounds. Is there anything I need to ask him for help? Klein made guesses in his heart while observing with the help of Senior's perspective.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why Richardson was good at observation and liked to watch passers-by from the balcony.

He was afraid of being found by someone!

I hope it's not a big problem, and it won't affect my plan... I'll do a divination later... If Richardson still can't solve the troubles, then I have to find an excuse to fire him... Klein sees that the valet is dead Lying down again, he took back the "Resentful Soul" secret puppet.

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At the same time, Leonard Mitchell, who lived at No. 7 Pinster Street, once again entered the sleeping Backlund shrouded in mist.

He had already asked Mike Joseph, a reporter from the "Daily Observer" in his dream, and came to the conclusion that Sherlock Moriarty was not actively involved in the Lanrus incident, but was hired to participate, which made him The opponent's suspicion plummeted.

If it weren't for the figure of this great detective still appearing on the edge of the Capin incident and having a close relationship with Emlyn White of the Harvest Church, Leonard Mitchell would have given up on the investigation and continued to pursue Ince Zangway Er's whereabouts.

Because Sherlock Moriarty didn’t have many friends at the Craig Club, one of them died in the Prince Edsaac incident, and the other was reporter Mike Joseph, so Leonard’s current target is only one. : Dr. Alan Kress.

"According to internal information, this doctor was also involved in an extraordinary incident involving the 'monster' pathway... After being swapped, he no longer had bad luck and nightmares,

Life is back on track... Heh, most of the people Sherlock Moriarty knows are related to the extraordinary, this detective is definitely not simple..." Leonard rang the symbol Alan. The doorbell of Chris' dream.

Entering the dreamland, he randomly found a sofa and sat down, looked at Dr. Allen opposite and said:

"Tell me in detail how you met Sherlock Moriarty."

Ellen in the dream did not hide anything, from the time when Mrs. Mary introduced Sherlock Moriarty to join the Cragg Club, and he was invited as a recommender, until the big detective suggested that he tell the Church of Evernight about the unusual things he encountered bishop.

As described in the information, Sherlock Moriarty's attitude towards the official forces is quite friendly, and he has the endorsement of Isengard Stanton... Leonard glanced at the big face that Dr. Allen had manifested. Bearded Sherlock, looking away, continued to listen.

Allen finished talking about the relevant matters in detail, and finally said:

"He went on holiday in the South and never came back, and I was always worried.

"However, he is a great detective full of wisdom and love. I don't think there will be any problems with him. I hope he will have time to attend the celebration banquet after my child's birth."

"Maybe..." Leonard suspected that Sherlock Moriarty would never return to Backlund.

He then politely said goodbye and walked out of Dr. Allen's dream.

After walking a few steps forward, he subconsciously glanced back, and saw that in the house with a garden, misty balls of light representing dreams interlaced and filled the entire space, without any problem.

Is it my illusion? I always feel that something has changed in me... Leonard whispered, then turned and flew towards Pinster Street.

As far as he could see, the fog below was dense, and the gas street lamps were dim and pale.

Suddenly, Leonard stopped flying and turned his gaze to a building.

In that house, five or six misty light spheres float quietly, no different from other surrounding buildings.

However, in Leonard's inspiration, there seemed to be a black mass in the room that could absorb all light.

And he found he didn't know the neighborhood, the street.

He felt palpitations for a while, wondering if he had seen something he shouldn't have seen, and hurriedly retracted his gaze, preparing to leave here and rush to the place where his body was.

At this moment, a joking voice sounded in the ordinary-looking building:

"Why don't you come in and sit down and have a cup of tea?"

All the thoughts in Leonard's mind exploded in an instant, and he flew at high speed without even thinking about it.

In his inspiration, the townhouses and small garden buildings in the back became bigger one by one, and the doors and windows turned into mouths, biting towards him!

The nearby iron-black gas lampposts whizzed upwards, turning the surrounding area into a steel jungle, as if to stop Leonard.

Leonard didn't stop, didn't look back, he just felt that the coldness of the vest became more and more obvious!

His body gradually became stiff, as if being grabbed by countless invisible hands.

Just when he thought he was going to be unable to hold on, the familiar lights of the familiar houses and windows in front of him all came into his eyes.

Leonard hurriedly held his breath, fell suddenly, and fell into his own dream!

Phew... He woke up suddenly, sweating profusely.

"Old man, what exactly did I encounter just now?" Leonard retracted his legs resting on the edge of the desk, and asked in fear.

It took a few seconds for the slightly old voice in his mind to respond:

"I am not sure."

Leonard's eyes were half-downcast immediately, and he didn't ask any more questions.

He immediately cast his eyes out of the window, and saw the lights of Backlund everywhere at night, peaceful and quiet.

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160 Boklund Street, inside the mansion of Dawn Dantès.

"Sir, Ms. Wahana Heisen is here." Richardson entered the room and said to Klein.

Hearing this, Klein put down the newspaper, raised his head, and glanced at his personal valet, and found that he was still reticent, silent and withdrawn, timid, and there was nothing unusual about him.

It would be fine if it wasn't for the divination results... rash dismissal would easily attract suspicion... Klein muttered silently, stood up as if nothing had happened, and asked Richardson to help him put on his coat.

A quarter of an hour later, he hugged his etiquette teacher Vahana Haisen and learned another dance commonly used in social occasions.

"I feel like I'm going to lose my job in a few days." After a while, Wahana implicitly praised Dawn Dantès' progress, and finally said, "But you are still a little reserved, although you don't need to be like that because Tees is like a man, always close to a woman, but there is no need to always keep a certain distance, occasional contact is normal, you are looking too blunt and dull now."

Klein pulled the other person closer, and responded with a smile:

"I'm afraid of being rude."

Does this mean it's rude to stick too close to a lady? It also means that I am very attractive, and if I stick too close, he will make a fool of himself? This is a subtle compliment... Wahana turned her thoughts and said with a smile:

"You're doing well."

The dancing continued. Klein glanced at Vahana Heisen's face, and asked gently as if casually chatting:

"Ma'am, you seem a little troubled?"

Wahana bowed her head and smiled:

"It's not a big problem, my husband is a businessman and had a little conflict with some people recently, we can sort it out.

"Well, your question just now was too direct. Before the two parties have established a friendship, try not to ask what happened to the other person, unless she has already shown it very clearly."

Compared to you who come and go to different high-class families and know many wives and ladies, the wealthy businessman who just arrived in Backlund really doesn't have much network resources... Klein nodded slightly, and said with a smile:

"I thought we were no longer strangers."

He immediately brought up this topic and talked about his own experience and the neighbors around him. While listening, Wahana responded a few words, allowing Klein to learn more about the characteristics and preferences of the neighbors.

After Wahana left, Klein stood at the door for a long time, turned to Mr. Steward and said:

"Walter, find out what trouble Ms. Wahana is in. If she can't solve it, we will help in time."