" Duster Guderian, the Doctor at Greenhill Asylum..."
Klein silently repeated Detective Henry's words, beginning to think about how to approach this Doctor who was suspected of being a " Spectator " and a member of the Psychology Alchemists.
He didn't want to take too much risk in this matter, didn't want the Nighthawks to discover that he had a problem, and didn't want to lose his current life for information and resources that were only used for exchange.
Moreover, that gentleman was likely an " Spectator," not someone who had undergone special training, and it would be almost impossible to hide one's true purpose and thoughts from him.
"Find someone to act as a middleman, keep it mysterious? No, the more people involved, the easier it is for problems to arise... Hmm... Maybe I could consider hiding the truth within the truth, letting the Doctor see expressions and body language that reflect my true thoughts, but not my whole thoughts..."
As Klein listened to Detective Henry's account of Duster Guderian, he pondered how to minimize the risks without compromising the achievement of his objective.
Gradually, he found Spirit Intuition in the police and spy films he watched.
"Hmm... we can try that, but we must practice it repeatedly beforehand..." Klein nodded to himself, refocusing all his attention on Detective Henry's words.
"Ahem..." Henry cleared his throat. "We're still working on the Red Chimney case. You should know there are quite a few similar buildings in Tingen City. Of course, if you can provide any other clues, things will be simpler."
Klein gave a hoarse laugh:
"If I had any other leads, I wouldn't have asked you to help."
To be honest, the long investigation and search made him pessimistic about the outcome, because the Manipulator it all had clearly noticed his Divination and had plenty of time to move his hiding place.
Therefore, he only hoped to find further clues from the relevant guest information.
And that's worth 7 pounds... It's heartbreaking to think about... After Detective Henry finished his description, Klein picked up his cane, said goodbye, and left.
Saturday morning, 8:40 a. m., in the Doctor's office at Greenhill Asylum.
Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, the distinguished Dust Duster Guderian took off his coat and hat, hanging them on the coat rack.
He had just picked up the tin can containing coffee powder when he heard a knock at the door.
"Please come in," Duster said casually.
Then he saw the half-open door be pushed open, and a young man in a black overcoat that reached past his knees walked in.
Because the other party was unfamiliar, Duster asked with suspicion:
Good morning, who are you?
Klein casually closed the door, took off his hat, pressed it to his heart, and bowed, saying:
"Good morning, Doctor. Duster. Please excuse my intrusion. I am Klein Moretti, a trainee inspector with the Awwa County Police Department Klein Moretti. Here are my identification and badge."
"Inspector?" Duster whispered, taking the other man's identification and badge.
" Special Operations Department..." He slowly raised his head, his gaze calm and unwavering, as if scrutinizing something.
Short black hair, pupils a shade darker than brown, a scholarly air about him, calm and collected, showing no signs of malice for the time being...
Duster handed back the items, then pointed to the chair opposite the desk, after some deliberation:
"Please sit down, officer. What can I do for you?"
Klein sat down, put his cane away, slowly put away his identification and badge, and smiled:
Please allow me to reintroduce myself.
"I'm still a member of the Tingen Market Nightwalker team, specializing in handling matters involving extraordinary factors."
Good morning, sir Spectator madam.
Before he could finish speaking, as expected, Duster's pupils constricted, and his hand retracted, as if he wanted to make a run for his life.
"Officer, I don't understand what you mean," Duster said, barely managing to stay composed. "I don't like jokes like that. Maybe I should call the guards."
Klein slowly took a revolver from his armpit holster, his smile unchanged, and said:
"Mr. Duster, I know you can see my confidence, and you can see I have no ill intentions. Hehe, to be honest, I was a little unsure at first, but your reaction has given me the answer."
Every single one of those statements is true... Klein silently added in his mind.
Duster relaxed slightly, glancing at the other man's revolver out of the corner of his eye, and asked with a puzzled look:
"I don't understand why you would come to me... I don't think I've revealed anything..."
Klein smiled and said:
"It was just a coincidence; perhaps Fate brought us together."
"Actually, we met at the underground market of the Evil Dragon Bar, but you didn't notice me then."
"Although you cleverly purchased the auxiliary materials for the Sequence Potion separately, it's still something worth paying attention to for someone like me who also knows the recipe."
Duster suddenly let out a sigh, as if he had lost the will to argue:
"So that's how it is..."
"I thought I was being careful enough, but I never expected this..."
He murmured a few words, then stared into Klein's eyes and said:
"Officer, I know you're not here to arrest me. What is your real purpose?"
Klein said in a relaxed manner:
"I am different from the other Nighthawks. I don't believe that every Beyonder who doesn't belong to us is a potential Criminal. That's unfair to those who yearn for order and goodness."
Duster shifted his posture, becoming less tense, and said:
"If other Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and members of the Machinery Hivemind could be like you, the world would be at peace."
"You know about the Nighthawks, the Mandated Punishers, and the members of the Machinery Hivemind?" Klein asked, feigning surprise. "This isn't something someone who's stumbled into the Extraordinary Realm should know. You must have an organization behind you."
He leaned back, a smile playing on his lips, and said:
" Psychology Alchemists?"
As he spoke, he leisurely watched as Duster's expression gradually darkened.
"I could tell you were expecting my answer, but you overlooked something that seemed so ordinary and fell into your linguistic trap..." Duster muttered in frustration.
He began to realize that the " Spectator " perspective wasn't a panacea; he could see the other person's intentions, but that didn't mean he could figure out the specific details.
Klein rubbed the revolver of his pistol:
" Doctor, we must communicate openly, and that can start with me."
"I don't believe that unmanaged Beyonder are potential Criminal, but I do agree with registering and monitoring every Beyonder. This is a precaution against the risk of things getting out of control and to prevent more serious and dangerous situations from occurring."
"I won't disrupt your normal life; I hope we can cooperate within certain limits."
"Limited cooperation?" Duster asked rhetorically, as if deep in thought.
Klein chuckled softly and said:
"Yes, there are limits."
"For example, regularly reporting your status to me. You know, many out-of-control situations can be salvaged when they're not so serious, and the Nighthawks have accumulated enough experience in this regard."
"For example, if anyone in your organization, or among the Beyonder you know, is about to harm innocent people, please provide me with information immediately."
"For example, exchanging something for something more useful to you is a benefit, and you should know what a benefit means."
"Furthermore, you no longer need to worry, no longer need to fear being suddenly captured or killed by the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or members of the Machinery Hivemind. You can now enjoy your life peacefully and happily."
"We'll give you some items to prove your identity, which you can use in the last resort, when there's no other way."
Duster listened in silence for a long while before finally asking:
"You want me to betray my organization?"
"No, it's not betrayal," Klein said earnestly. "It's about upholding justice, morality, and goodness. You're preventing some evil, brutal, and bloody crimes. Aside from that, I won't let you betray the secrets of your organization."
Duster thought about it carefully and seemed to feel a little better because he had an excuse.
He remained silent for a few seconds, then extended his right hand and said:
"It's a pleasure doing business with you."
Klein shook hands with the other person using his unarmed hand and said:
"It's a pleasure doing business with you."
He paused for a moment, then chuckled softly:
" Doctor, can you tell me if you are a member of the Psychology Alchemists?"
"Yes." Duster.
Klein had activated his Spirit Vision before even entering the room, failed to notice any change in the other person's emotional state, so he cautiously asked:
How did you join the Psychology Alchemists?
Duster looked into the other person's eyes and said:
"Because of one of the patients in this mental hospital, when I was treating him, I found that he could completely see through me, and was so lucid and rational that he didn't seem like a Lunatic at all..."
His name is Hood Eugen.
Klein remembered the name, and after chatting with Duster for a few more minutes, they agreed on the Concealment way to send the meeting request and the meeting place.
He didn't discuss Potion, recipes, or rumors with the other party for the time being. When the time was right, he took his leave, put away his revolver, and left Duster's office.
Watching his figure disappear through the door, Duster let out a sharp breath, slumped back in his chair, feeling both pain and relief.
36 Zouteland Street, inside Blackthorn Security Company.
Sitting behind his desk, Dunn's gray eyes swept across the room, and he asked:
"What happened?"
Klein, who was almost half an hour late, organized his thoughts and said:
"Captain, I've discovered an Beyonder, confirmed to be a member of the Psychology Alchemists."
"... He is an upright Doctor, willing to cooperate with us. I think it's best to maintain the status quo; this will help us stay informed about the latest developments at the Psychology Alchemists."
After a few seconds, Klein added:
"I want to recruit him as an informant for the Nighthawks, or Concealment peripheral member."
The word "informant" comes from the Intis language, from the name of Emperor Roselle.
Dunn slowly nodded and said:
"You handled it very well, but if something like this happens again, it's best to tell me first."
"Submit the Doctor's information and written records of your treatment process to me, and I will give him some items to prove his identity."
"Also, don't tell Leonard and the others about this. Although they are all trustworthy teammates, there are clear regulations in place."
"From now on, you'll be in charge of contacting that Doctor."
Klein exhaled silently, a broad smile on his face, and said:
"OK."