Chapter 78 Psychological Shadow

Al Hasson echoed:

"Indeed, it's hard to imagine that the follow-up of 'The Diviner' will be 'The Clown'. According to normal logic, no one will link them together."

"Is this weird? I remember a lot of sequence potions, and there is no necessary connection before and after." The black-haired lady Luo Luota covered her mouth and yawned. It could be seen that her injuries were so serious that " The gaze of the goddess" also made it difficult for her to maintain her vigorous energy.

"No, Luoluo Tower, this is completely different. Even if other sequence potions are lacking in connection, we can find certain commonalities from other aspects, but 'Divinator' and 'Clown' are not good, I can't understand it at all. "Al Hasson shook his head and sighed.

Klein listened to their discussion and smiled:

"No, there is still something in common."

"What is it?" Al asked curiously, and Dunn's movements of flexing and extending his arms also slowed down significantly.

Klein replied solemnly:

"Whether it's a 'diver' or a 'clown', it can be found in the circus."

"..." Al, Dunn, and Lolota were stunned.

"Pfft... That's a good answer, I like a young man like you!" The black-haired lady Luo Luota was the first to return to her senses and laughed out loud.

El followed with a smile, shook his head and said:

"In this day and age, there are fewer and fewer gentlemen with self-deprecating spirit. Fortunately, we meet another one today."

You think I like to laugh at myself... I didn't think of other things in common... Klein mumbled a few words, and replied with a slightly bitter smile:

"I only hope that the potions of this sequence pathway will no longer have names such as 'beast trainer', 'acrobat', 'magician', etc., so that they really form a circus."

And it's a one-man group...

"Haha." Dunn and the others were immediately amused by his words, and the car was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The carriage drove all the way to Zoetland Street. Klein, who was not injured much, entered the Blackthorn Security Company first.

"Goddess! What happened to you? How did you become like this?" Luo Shan glanced at her casually and stunned.

Klein looked down at his dirty and damaged suit, still feeling distressed and replied:

"There are always such and such accidents in the mission. Fortunately, the goddess is blessed, and the ending is beautiful."

"Praise the Goddess!" Roshan reverently drew a "Crimson Moon" on her chest.

Without waiting for Klein to speak, she took the initiative to ask:

"Need us to go to the third floor again to escape? Is that sealed item really that dangerous?"

"Trust me, it's more dangerous than you think." Klein replied with lingering fears.

If I hadn't had a more mysterious "transportation ceremony", I would have explained it to "2-049" today!

"Goddess..." Roshan's lips moved. It seemed that she still had a lot to say and a lot of questions to ask, but considering that the captain was waiting below, she finally resisted the urge and greeted Mrs. Orianna and others. Go to the third floor - right next door to the Blackthorn Security Company, upstairs and downstairs, either belong to the church property, or live with pious priests who are vaguely aware of the situation.

After all the civilians were evacuated, Klein did not rush to the entertainment room to notify the other night watchers. He immediately returned and assisted the captain and others to remove the Sealed Artifact "2-049", the remains of the monster Bieber, and the Antigonus family notes. Escorted to the second floor.

Through the partition, Dunn pushed open the door of the entertainment room and said to the two Nighthawks who were playing Gwent:

"Frye, Luo Yao, you all immediately go to the Tyrell warehouse in the dock area to assist Leonard with the follow-up."

"Okay." Luo Yao, a woman with black hair and a cold expression, got up first.

Black-haired, blue-eyed and pale-skinned "corpse collector" Frye stood up straight.

They lay down the Gwent cards,

Walking out of the entertainment room, when passing through the partition, it was obvious that there was a pause.

"Wait." Dunn called out, living up to everyone's expectations.

"Is there anything else?" "Sleepless" Luo Yao turned his head and asked without changing his expression.

"Remember to notify the police and ask them to block the road, and don't let anyone approach until you have dealt with the scene and brought the body back." Dunn patted his forehead lightly.

"Okay." Luo Yao turned around, took two steps forward, and paused again.

She turned her head, blinked her eyes, and confirmed coldly:

"Captain, is there anything else?"

"No," Dunn replied firmly.

Luo Yao nodded invisibly and walked towards the door first.

The cold and dark "corpse collector" Frye still maintained a slow and unhurried speed.

At this moment, Dunn spoke again:

"Remember, remember to tell Roshan and Mrs. Orianna that they can come down."

"No problem," Frye replied calmly, with almost no mood swings.

Watching the two night guards walk out of the gate and climb to the third floor, Klein quietly breathed a sigh of relief, followed the captain, Al and the others into the ground, went straight all the way, and arrived at the opposite Chanis Gate.

"Go to the arsenal and find Old Neil, we need his ritual magic treatment." Dunn told Klein to open the Chanis Gate while beckoning the "Sleepless" Keenli who stayed behind.

As the effect of the potion wore off, his spirit gradually declined.

"Okay." Klein didn't wait for the captain to add, and said to himself, "I will guard the arsenal in place of Old Neil, and I will also apply for at least 20 more demon hunting bullets, and wait for the church's approval. The curiosity of the Antigonus family notes."

"..." Dunn couldn't find the language to deal with.

"Captain, is there nothing else?" Klein asked with a smile after completing the answer.

Dunn shook his head, still unable to speak.

He took out his cane, turned around, and walked for a while. Klein turned to the weapons warehouse and told Old Neil, who was drinking water, about the general situation.

"It turned into an out-of-control monster... You also killed an Beyonder?" Old Neil quickly cleared the table, "It's like I'm listening to the script of a play."

He muttered around the table and aimed directly at the corridor, without waiting for Klein's answer.

Klein asked rather curiously:

"Mr. Neil, doesn't the church have a real healing potion? It still needs the help of ritual magic."

"Pharmaceuticals prepared from ordinary materials cannot cure the healing effect from rituals for a long time. Extraordinary materials are very rare, and most of them are not suitable for this kind of thing." Old Neil explained casually, "You should know 'Goddess's Gaze', this potion was a standard, real healing potion when it was first made through a ritual, but every minute after that, the effect evaporated until only a little was left."

"Is that so..." Klein nodded slightly disappointed.

As a former "keyboard adventurer", that is, a game lover, it is really a matter of habit to yearn for a healing potion.

Watching Old Neil leave, he sat down and felt the peace like a long absence.

In such tranquility, he recalled the horror of the tuxedo clown when he was dying, recalled his cold-blooded shooting, recalled the hideous wound and the gushing blood.

Klein's body gradually trembled, and his heart was filled with discomfort. He first stood up, then sat down, and then slowly repeated the process, mixed with walking back and forth.

"Huh..." He sighed, intending to find something for himself to do, so as not to think of those bad pictures all the time.

Klein took off his top hat, took off his formal clothes, took out a handkerchief and a brush, and carefully cleaned the dirt and dust from his clothes.

After an unknown period of time, he heard the familiar footsteps of Old Neil - it was a special thing made by the heel landing first.

"It's really exhausting..." Old Neil complained and walked into the room.

"You tell the others, don't come here for an hour, I need a certain rest." His eyes swept over Klein, and he ordered casually.

"Why don't you go upstairs to rest, I'll guard here?" Klein kindly suggested.

Old Neil shook his head:

"It's too noisy up there, little Roshan is a girl who can't stop talking."

"Okay." Klein didn't insist any longer. He put on his coat, put on his hat, picked up his cane, returned to the corridor, and half-closed the door of the arsenal.

Da, da, da, he walked slowly in the empty aisle, and suddenly saw a room next to him that he had never seen before.

"There's a secret door here..." Klein stopped near the corner and looked at the room.

He found that the "corpse collector" Frye had returned and was examining a completely stripped corpse inside.

Corpse? Klein's heart moved, he gathered his courage to approach the room, and tapped three times on the open door.

Boom, boom, boom.

Frye stopped, turned around, and looked over with blue and cold eyes.

"Sorry for disturbing you, I just want to know if this is the body of that Beyonder?" Klein asked with a thoughtful tone.

"Yes." Frye's thin lips parted, but only one word came out.

Klein looked past him and looked at the corpse. Sure enough, he found the familiar, hideous wound on his forehead.

It's that tuxedo clown... Klein secretly spit out:

"Have you found anything?"

"No," Frye replied succinctly.

The atmosphere was awkward. Klein was about to leave, but Frye took the initiative to speak:

"If you don't feel well, you can come in and see and you'll find it's just a corpse."

Afraid that I have a mental disorder? Klein nodded thoughtfully:

"OK."

He entered the room, came to the long table covered with white cloth, and looked at the corpse.

The red, yellow and white paint on the face of the clown in the tuxedo suit has all been removed, revealing an unfamiliar face with black hair and a high nose bridge, aged in his mid-thirties.

At this time, Frye walked to the square table in the corner and picked up a pencil and a piece of white paper.

He returned to the vicinity of the corpse, placed the white paper, took a pencil in his hand, and began to draw.

Klein glanced curiously and found that Frye was actually sketching the head of the clown in the tuxedo.

It didn't take long for Frye to stop the pencil, and there was a lifelike portrait on the white paper. Compared with the corpse, it only had no wounds, but only had more blue eyes.

Talent... Klein exclaimed in surprise:

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect your sketches to be so good."

"Before I became a Nighthawk, my dream was to be a painter." Frye's tone didn't waver at all.

"Then why don't you realize your dream?" Klein asked suspiciously.

Frye put away the pencil, holding the portrait of the clown in the tuxedo and said:

"My father is a priest of the goddess, and I hope I will become a priest too, which is a decent enough profession."

"You've been a pastor?" Klein asked again in astonishment.

It was hard for him to imagine Frye's character and temperament as a pastor.

"Well, it's not bad." Frye's expression was indifferent, and the corner of his mouth was slightly upturned and replied, "Later I met some things, experienced some things, and became a night watchman."

Klein didn't go to inquire about other people's privacy in detail, and instead asked:

"You used to be the priest of the goddess, so why not choose 'The Sleepless One'?"

"A personal reason," Frye replied calmly, "and Ms. Daly is a good example."

Klein nodded and was about to change the subject when he heard Fry say:

"You help me look here, I have to give the portrait to the captain immediately... It's troublesome to close the secret door."

"Okay." Although Klein was a little afraid to face the corpse alone, he still resisted and agreed.

As Frye left, the room became quiet, and the corpse lay there, weighing heavily on Klein's heart.

He took a breath and approached the long table as if trying to conquer himself.

The clown in the tuxedo lay quietly, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he had lost all breath. In addition to the ferocious wound, he also exuded the unique coldness of the dead.

Klein stared for a while, his mood gradually settled down, and he seemed to calm down.

Glancing over, he found that there was a strange brand on the wrist of the clown in the tuxedo, so he dared to reach out and touch it, wanting to turn it over and see it more clearly.

An icy feeling just entered his brain from Klein's fingertips, and the pale palm that had lost all vitality suddenly bounced up and grabbed his wrist.

Grab his wrist tightly!

PS: 6/7, the first is to ask for a recommendation ticket~