Chapter 79 Another Whisper

The five fingers with white knuckles clasped his wrist coldly and painfully. Klein's hairs stood up in an instant, and he subconsciously pulled his hand back, frantically trying to back away.

A heavy feeling came, and Klein pulled his forearm with all his strength.

thump!

The pale, naked body was pulled sideways and fell from the long table to the ground.

However, those cold and pale fingers still tightly clasped Klein's wrist.

Klein lost his ability to think for a while, and his mind was full of thoughts of drawing guns.

However, because he couldn't get it back with his dominant hand, he threw away the black cane and tried several times, but failed to successfully remove the revolver from the gun pocket under his arm.

At this moment, the corpse's eyelids suddenly lifted up, revealing a pair of blue eyes with no focus.

His mouth moved and he murmured:

"Honakis...Honakis...Honakis..."

After three beeps, Klein, who was in a hurry, felt the fingers holding his wrists start to loosen, and then they were powerless to hang down.

The tuxedo clown's eyes closed again, as if nothing had happened just now.

If it wasn't for the pale corpse lying on the stone floor, Klein might have thought that he had suffered an illusion.

He staggered and took a few steps back, only to feel that multiple parts of his body were spasming due to excessive fright and nervousness.

Hu... Hu... Klein breathed heavily, slowly regaining his ability to think, and looked at the corpse on the ground with vigilance and fear.

He took off the revolver and cautiously stepped out of the room. After confirming that the corpse was no longer moving, he glanced at his wrist with the gun.

There were five deep, dark red fingerprints, silently speaking of what had happened before.

Klein calmed down a lot, and a dirty word kept echoing in his heart:

Damn it, I'm scared to death!

After breathing for ten seconds, he began to outline the items in his mind, so that he quickly regained a calm state.

Thinking back carefully, Klein "replayed" the encounter frame by frame.

Although he still didn't understand the reason why the clown in the tuxedo "turned into a corpse", he keenly grasped the key point, that is, "Honaches" that the other party murmured repeatedly!

"It's Hornakis again..." Klein frowned, "The Antigonus family's notes record the night kingdom of the Hornages Mountains, and I should not have heard it during meditation and spiritual vision. There was also the term 'Honakis' when he spoke, and now this dead man has emphasized Hornakis in my ears again in a strange way... Could it be that the answer to many questions lies in the Hornakis Mountains... ...Maybe, maybe there is also a huge danger there, such as a certain evil god who is sealed in the mountains and seeks to escape through a similar 'temptation'."

With his thoughts mixed in, Klein cautiously entered the room and touched the corpse a few times to confirm that the other party was dead.

He thought that Frye, the "corpse collector", couldn't see that he made a mess here, so he gathered up his courage and carried the corpse back to the long table hand in hand.

During the whole process, Klein not only kept his fears high, he could break his nerves at any time due to the slightest movement, and was extremely disgusted by the cold contact between the corpse and his own skin.

After completing this task with difficulty, he remembered why he had been close to the corpse before, so he once again looked at the wrist of the clown in the tuxedo, and at the strange brand.

The brand fell off at some point, and condensed into a ball of blood with a little blue.

The blood cell was only the size of a thumb, and was quietly suspended in mid-air in a posture that violated the rules of physics.

"What is this?" Klein whispered, not daring to touch it recklessly.

He never thought about ignoring this strange blood globule. First, because he didn't know whether it was good or bad, and second, he believed that Frye, who had carefully inspected the body, must have discovered the brand of his wrist long ago.

Maybe even know what the strange blood cells are.

And even if Frye doesn't know, handing it over to the captain and letting the entire Nighthawks team explore and study is obviously much better than my random attempts... Klein thought.

In an organization, the individual must know how to maximize the power of the organization.

Klein waited tensely for a few minutes before he saw Frye, with black hair, blue eyes and thin lips, returning to the room.

His eyes were instantly attracted by the strange blood cell, and he asked the question that Klein had asked himself before:

"what is this?"

"I don't know." Klein shook his head honestly and described what happened without any concealment.

"The brand fell off into blood globules..." Frye nodded as if thinking, "There are always strange changes in the bodies of Beyonders..."

He raised his head, looked at Klein and said:

"You go and ask the captain to come over and tell him what the corpse was whispering about."

"Okay." Klein had long wanted to leave this place.

"You don't have to come with the captain." Frye added, "I think you don't like seeing the next picture."

While speaking, he picked up the silver-white scalpel next to him.

Klein nodded with lingering fears and said:

"That's exactly what I hoped for."

He took his cane, put on his hat, and turned to Chanis Gate, where he saw Captain Dunn, who was no longer sluggish, in the guard room.

Dunn calmly listened to his narration and nodded invisibly:

"I will report this matter and let the sanctuary handle it. Maybe they will send someone to the main peak of the Hornages Mountains to take a look."

Klein let out a "um", seeing that there were only the captain and the "Sleepless" Keenli in the guard room, so he asked casually:

"Mr. Al, did they go to rest?"

Dunn nodded and said:

"Al and Borgia are at St. Selena's Church, and Lorota should be looking for a coffee shop."

"Café? Ms. Lolota's injuries haven't healed, right?" Klein asked in surprise.

Dunn rubbed his browbones and said with a smile:

"Lolotta has three hobbies, coffee, desserts and maids, and she says they must have those three things to speed up her recovery."

"Maid?" Klein asked blankly.

Did Ms. Lolotta have a fascination in some way?

Dunn shook his head helplessly and said:

"She likes maids, um, that's right, and likes, likes big breasts."

"...She's really a strange person." Klein didn't know what expression to use to face it.

Dunn didn't delay any longer and went to the guard room. Klein looked at his back and waited quietly to turn around.

At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw "Sleepless" Kernli take out his pocket watch and press it.

Three, two, one... As soon as Klein finished counting, Dunn stopped, turned his body halfway and said:

"I forgot one more thing, Klein, you have been through too much today, you will definitely feel tired after you relax, you don't have to stay here in the afternoon, go back and have a good rest, and submit an application tomorrow, and list the losses in detail."

"Well, you don't need to pay special attention to the matter of killing Beyonders. If you kill him, you will save more people."

"Actually, I'm actually much better." Klein breathed out silently.

Dunn nodded slightly and was about to turn around when he patted his forehead suddenly and said:

"Also, I have already handed the portrait of the Beyonder to Leonard, and let him and the police department be responsible for the follow-up investigation. I think that the Beyonder will definitely take a carriage and enjoy food in Tingen City, and he will definitely There is a place to live."

"Everyone who walks by will leave traces. Emperor Roselle's words are indeed very reasonable."

"...Yes." Klein replied blankly.

When the team leader was gone, he also left the duty room and walked slowly to the second floor.

On the way, he suddenly thought of something, inexplicably more fear:

"The clown in the tuxedo claims that the Secret Order has mastered the sequence pathway corresponding to the 'divine master'... Even if this is an exaggeration, they don't actually have a formula for high sequence, and there is definitely no shortage of low sequence."

"That is to say, they have quite a few fortune-tellers."

"Would it be possible to foretell that it was the tuxedo clown that I killed and secretly retaliate?"

"I can't deal with the Night Watchers, and I can't deal with me, a 'divine' who has no direct means of defeating the enemy..."

Klein stopped on the stairs, thought about this question seriously, and soon realized that he was worrying:

"First, the Secret Society has no idea who the members of the Nighthawks are."

"Secondly, even if you know one or two, it definitely doesn't include me as a civilian."

"Thirdly, in this case, unless it is a 'prophet', it is impossible to foretell who the murderer is."

He breathed a sigh of relief, left the Blackthorn Security Company, and took the stagecoach back to Daffodil Street.

Although he ate nothing at noon, he still lacked appetite at this time.

Klein entered the bedroom, first took off his torn formal clothes, took off his half-height silk top hat, and then lay down on the bed, trying to get some sleep.

His thoughts were still active, and the whole person seemed unable to relax, but what repeated in his mind was no longer the scene of shooting the clown in the tuxedo, but the scene when he moved the corpse, but the creepy touch.

He lost a lot of the discomfort of killing someone for the first time, but a little bit more nausea that would appear one after another just thinking about it.

"This may be Frye's purpose. I hope I can overcome the psychological shadow by looking at the corpse... However, the previous psychological shadow is gone, and a new psychological shadow has appeared..." Klein laughed at himself, and his spirit was relieved. .

He fell asleep at some point, and when he woke up, his stomach was rumbling.

"I think I can eat a whole cow!" Klein whispered, seeing the sun outside the window and the sky burning.

After changing into old but comfortable household clothes, he walked quickly to the first floor, and before he had time to think about what to do for dinner, he heard the door open.

Melissa... he thought with a slightly upturned corner of his mouth.

Since I started riding the stagecoach, it was not so late for my sister to go home.

The key was twisted, the door opened, and Melissa walked in with a bag containing books and stationery.

She looked towards the kitchen door and said:

"Klein, there is a letter from you, a letter from your mentor."

A letter from a mentor? By the way, I wrote to him and asked him about the historical situation of the main peak of Hornakis... Klein was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered.

PS: The second is to ask for a recommendation ticket~