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Early Monday morning, Klein slowly opened his eyes. The living room curtains had not been drawn, and the light fell squarely on his face.
A night's rest had left him feeling much better, and waking in familiar, comfortable surroundings made him a little groggy. He mumbled a few words and rolled over to go back to sleep, then suddenly realized that things were no longer as safe as they had once been. He should leave this place again immediately, leave Minsk Street and find somewhere else to stay.
Since he had unexpectedly died at home, logically, after some time, a neighbor would surely call the police, or the landlord would come knocking.
And Edward Vaughan might be secretly following reports about this area, allowing him to use the news to confirm it when the time came.
At that thought, all Klein's sleepiness vanished. He hurriedly threw back the covers and sat up. The cold air made him shiver, and fine goosebumps instantly covered his skin. He quickly dressed, then sat down at the desk and began planning his next course of action-his escape.
"It's December now, and the weather is cold. According to my pitifully limited medical knowledge, a body shouldn't start smelling for at least a week after death. Barring accidents like a burglar breaking in, I should be relatively safe for a week, but I can't be sure whether He's watching this place."
Klein no longer dared go above the gray fog to perform a divination, afraid that a Devil would knock on his window the next second to check the gas. Unable to use his greatest support, he could only take out the yellow crystal again and divine the statement, "Everything will be safe today."
The yellow crystal swung clockwise in wide circles.
*Very safe. That