Who is it? Klein looked up sharply towards the doorway.
He felt that he had contracted a disease, a fear of the doorbell, just like his fear of receiving phone calls on his cell phone when he was on Earth.
Klein put down the newspaper and magazine, glanced at the empty plate with hardly any condiments left, and got up to walk towards the door.
Before he even grasped the handle, he already knew that Doctor. Allen was outside.
"Don't you have to go to work?" Klein muttered, reaching out to open the door.
"Good morning, Allen. The fog is gray today," he said with a smile.
Allen maintained his indifferent expression, but now showed more anxiety and fear.
He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and without bothering to greet him, went straight to the point:
" Sherlock, I'm dreaming again! I dreamt about Will Auceptin again!"
Huh? Klein almost froze on the spot.
This doesn't make sense, does it? The genuine origami crane is with me, above the Gray Fog, while the origami crane I folded is with the Nighthawks. You're carrying a cheap origami crane folded by the Nighthawks Watcher, and you can still dream about Will Auceptin? This isn't scientific, no, this isn't mysticism... Klein suddenly became serious and immediately retorted:
"Is it the same dream as before?"
"No, it wasn't that scary this time." Allen was a little calmer. "I dreamt about Green Cemetery. You know Green Cemetery, right?"
"I know," Klein replied succinctly.
Outside Green Cemetery, he caught a group of students performing Spirit Dance and a clueless occult enthusiast Caupsty, from whom he obtained another bronze whistle that could summon messengers.
Allen took a breath of cold air and continued:
"I dreamt of the woods outside Green Cemetery, of a birch tree whose bark had peeled off around its waist, Will Auceptin was sitting beneath it, watching me quietly."
"And then?" Klein pressed.
Allen shook his head. "The dream ends here."
It's a strange thing... Could it be that Doctor. Allen's dream has nothing to do with that origami crane? No, if it weren't, the dream wouldn't have changed after the origami crane was switched. Besides, I also used that origami crane to perform Divination above the Gray Fog and received corresponding insights... Klein said cautiously:
"This is beyond my comprehension. Allen, what do you want from me?"
Allen's breath dissipated into white mist in the air. "I want to go outside Green Cemetery, right now, during the day. Can you protect me? I'll pay the commission, one pound."
"Shall we explore the scenes from your dream now? We shouldn't encounter anything too strange during the day..." Klein thought for a moment and said, "I can accept this request, but I suggest you go to the church first and tell the bishop you know about the dream."
Allen hummed in agreement, then said with some confusion, "Why do you always suggest I go to church? I know you've explained it before, logically speaking, that if there were magical powers, the church that could consistently dominate the human world must be the force with the strongest magical powers. If not, then going to church would at least provide psychological comfort and corresponding connections. But why do you also suggest I go to church for something that isn't too strange?"
Klein considered for two seconds, then answered seriously:
"I'm a Detective, so I come into contact with many unusual things. I understand the church's special nature and know when and how to ask them for help."
"Really?" Allen's expression turned serious.
Klein immediately curled up the corners of his mouth:
Just kidding.
" Allen, relax. I'll go change my clothes first, and um, I also need to wash the dishes."
He chatted with Allen for a long time at the door without wearing a thick coat, and his body became a little stiff from the cold wind.
Taking this opportunity, Klein went to the washroom, went above the Gray Fog, and Divination the level of danger of the commission, concluding that there was almost no risk.
If he received a dangerous revelation, his plan was to use the Church of the Evernight Goddess to renege on the commission.
Hillston Borough, Cathedral of Stars.
" Sherlock, why don't you hire a maid? As a great Detective, you could easily afford several servants," Allen asked, leading Klein into the largest church of the Church of the Evernight Goddess in Hillston Borough.
This was something he had wanted to ask on the carriage, but he hadn't found an opportunity to bring up the topic.
Klein sighed and said heavily:
" Allen, let me tell you a story. There was once a Detective who employed two maids, a cook, and an assistant. He lived a pretty good life, but one day, he took on a case and successfully identified the murderer. The murderer was a very savage and cruel person who, driven by revenge, broke into the Detective's house."
" The Detective was a martial arts expert and ended up with only minor injuries, but two of his servants died as a result."
" Allen, do you understand?"
"I understand." Allen's tone was clearly sympathetic. " Sherlock, so you've had this kind of experience."
No, the protagonist has nothing to do with me. This is just a story I just made up... I can't exactly tell you directly that I'm involved in many strange and mysterious events, that there are often unspeakable secrets in my house, and that it's best not to hire servants if possible... Klein stared ahead and sighed deeply.
The cleaning of his room was mainly the responsibility of Mrs. Starling Summer Summer's maid, twice a week, doing only the most basic cleaning, costing 1 Soli each time.
As they spoke, the two had already entered the hall of the Cathedral of Stars.
This place maintains the consistent style of the Church of the Evernight Goddess: dim, quiet, and with few candles.
At the very front of the hall stood an altar inscribed with the Sacred Emblem of Darkness, its surface inlaid with self-illuminating pearls forming stars and red gems forming Crimson Moon, the rest of the space shrouded in the darkness of night.
At first glance, the area the Star, shimmering crimson lights, Outer Deity.
But Klein felt this was inferior to the design of the Saint Selena Cathedral in Tingen City, where the main hall was pitch black except for light shining through from the front, through fist-sized round holes, making it seem as if one could see the Starry Sky directly, inspiring a sense of awe from the bottom of one's heart.
However, that design also had a problem: the effect was gone at night... Klein casually found a place to sit down, took off his half-high silk hat, and leaned his black hardwood cane against the wall, while Allen continued along the corridor, heading straight for the confessional to find the bishop.
Sitting in this hall, looking at the believers praying intently around him, Klein suddenly felt a sense of peace.
Come to think of it, this is only my third time entering the goddess's church... He chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Inside the Serenity Cathedral in Winter County.
Leonard Mitchell donned a black trench coat and red gloves, then entered the room belonging to Senior Butler Crestet Cesimir.
"Congratulations, you have officially become a Red Gloves. May the goddess bless you." Cesimir drew a Crimson Moon on her chest.
He still covered his mouth with his collar turned up high.
"It is my honor to praise the goddess." Leonard raised his right hand and tapped four times clockwise.
Cesimir didn't say much, getting straight to the point:
"At your own request, I have placed you in Soest's squad. He is a ' Spirit Warlock ' with his own magical artifacts. I have also had the extraordinary weapon you need prepared for you."
"You've recently been primarily in charge of Devil summoning case, and also handling the gathering of some clues, such as the series of events related to tarot rituals that have occurred in Backlund."
"Yes, Your Excellency Cesimir." Leonard had no objection to this.
This will be the beginning of my revenge... he thought to himself.
West Borough, outside Green Cemetery.
Klein accompanied Doctor. Allen for a long walk in the nearby woods, coughing every now and then from the falling grayish-white dust.
"Perhaps such a tree doesn't exist, and things in dreams can't be fully reflected in reality." By the end, Allen himself was somewhat uncertain.
Fortunately, I'm good at finding things... Klein pointed in a direction with his cane and said:
"Let's look over there again and make one last effort."
"Okay." Allen took a breath.
After walking for a while, Allen suddenly stopped and pointed diagonally ahead, saying:
"There, there!"
A dozen meters away, a birch tree with a ring of bark peeled off its trunk stood quietly, as if waiting for the two of them.
"It's exactly the same as in my dream," Allen said with absolute certainty.
Klein smiled with a hint of wariness:
"But Will Auceptin isn't there."
Allen approached the birch tree, frowned as he looked at it for a while, then suddenly pointed to the area beside the roots and said:
" Will Auceptin was sitting right here, pointing at the dirt below!"
Pointing to the soil below, Klein stood beside him, looking down at the patch of land almost devoid of withered grass.
"You want to dig it open?"
Allen nodded. "Now that we've found this place, we should at least check what's inside. Sherlock, go to the cemetery and borrow two shovels."
"I'd better stay here and you go to the cemetery. I'm worried something might happen," Klein said cautiously.
"Okay." Allen didn't refuse and immediately left the woods.
After a while, he returned with money, three shovels, and a gravedigger, and began to try digging.
As Klein dug, he suddenly smelled a familiar scent, and as the surface soil was separated, what lay beneath was gradually revealed.
It was the highly decomposed body of a child!
His skin and flesh looked like they were about to melt away, and many insects were crawling in and out of his nose and mouth.
when!
Allen brought down the shovel, which smashed into a rock.
He pointed at the corpse's legs, his mouth moving frantically but unable to utter a sound.
Klein suppressed his nausea and looked closely, discovering that the child's corpse was clearly missing the lower half of its left leg.
At the same time, Allen took two steps back, fell to the ground, and shouted in a shrill voice:
" Will Auceptin! Will Auceptin!"
That's Will Auceptin's corpse!
PS: I haven't rested for almost three months while writing this chapter, and I feel physically and mentally exhausted. I originally planned to do three updates during the double update period, but I haven't been able to. Well, I might apply for a day off when it's appropriate this month. I'm letting everyone know in advance. Also, I will update earlier at midnight.