Chapter 20 Forgetting Dunn

"OK." Klein bowed slightly, took off the low-top hat, and put it on his head again. He imagined the seal "0-08" more in his heart.

A feather pen that looks ordinary?

Writing doesn't need ink?

What is its real role? So that it is highly confidential and considered "very dangerous"?

Can't it be a causal pen to write who died?

No, that's too bad. Ince Zangwell doesn't need to abscond

Klein had just turned around and was about to leave when Dunn Smith suddenly shouted at him behind him:

"Wait, I forgot something."

"What?" Klein looked back, puzzled.

Dunn put his pocket watch away, smiled, and said:

"Wait and remember to ask the accountant, Mrs. Olivia, to advance the salary for four weeks, a total of 12 pounds, and then receive only half of the salary every week until the repayment is completed."

"Too much. There is no need to do it. It can be less," Klein said subconsciously.

He didn't object to the advance. After all, he didn't even have the bus fare to go back. But he was still afraid of taking a huge sum of 12 pounds.

"No, it's necessary." Dunn shook his head and smiled

When Klein nodded his approval, he paused, smiled and looked at the other party's clothes, and said meaningfully:

"And you also need a walking stick, and you have to buy formal clothes again."

Klein was stunned for a second and immediately woke up. His face suddenly felt a little feverish, because the suit he was wearing was cheap.

Normally, the top hat must be made of silk, worth 5 to 6 Sul, the bow tie 3 Sul, the silver cane 7 to 8 Sul, the shirt 3 Sul, the pants, waistcoat, and swallowtail are about 7 pounds, and the leather boots 9 to 10 Sul. The total cost of such a set is more than 8 pounds 7 Sul. Of course, a decent gentleman also needs watch chains, pocket watches, and a wallet.

At that time, the original owner and his brother Benson saved money and went to the cloak shop to ask, but they didn't dare to pay the price and went away. They managed to buy a set for each person in the bargain shop near Iron Cross Street, which was less than two pounds in total.

Because of this, the original owner was deeply impressed by the price of the clothes.

"OK, OK," Klein replied with a slight stammer.

Like the original owner, he is also a man of the face.

Dunn took out his pocket watch again, opened it, and said:

"Or do you go to find Mrs. Olivia first? I don't know how long you will stay at Old Neil's place. Wait a moment, and Mrs. Olivia will go home."

"OK." Klein felt poor and didn't object.

Dunn walked back to the table and pulled one of the hanging ropes:

"I'll let Roxanne take you."

When the rope ran and the gear turned, Luo Shan in the reception hall of "Black Thorn Security Company" heard the light ring of the bell hanging next to her. She quickly stood up and went downstairs cautiously.

Before long, she appeared in front of Klein.

Dunn Smith laughed humorously:

"Don't disturb your rest? Well, take Moretti to Mrs. Olivia."

Roxanne quietly curled her lips and "happy" replied:

"OK, Captain."

"So?" At this time, Klein was surprised and blurted out.

Go to "Finance" to advance your salary. You don't need the captain to sign a note. What do you want to write?

"So?" Dunn asked in doubt.

"I mean, don't you need your signature to advance the salary from Mrs. Olivia?" Klein said as simply as possible.

"Oh, no, it doesn't need to be. Roxanne can prove it," said Dunn Smith, pointing to the brown-haired girl.

Captain, our "financial management" has almost no management... Klein resisted the impulse to roast and followed Rosan to turn around and walk out of the room.

Just then, he heard Dunn yell again:

"Wait a minute, there's another thing."

Can we finish at once? Klein turned back with a smile on his face and said:

"You say."

Dunn pressed his temple and said:

"When you go to Old Neil's place, remember to get ten 'magic hunting bullets'."

"Me? Devil Hunting Bullet?" Klein asked in surprise.

"Don't you have Welch's revolver? Don't hand it in." Dunn put one hand in his pocket

Don't add the last sentence... Klein is worried about this, and does not hesitate to reply:

"OK, I will remember!"

"This requires me to write a formal document. Please wait." Dunn Smith sat down, picked up the dark red blotting pen, brushed, and wrote a "note", signed and sealed.

"Thank you, Captain." Klein took it sincerely.

He stepped back and turned again.

"Wait."

Dunn shouted again.

... Captain, you look like you are in your 30s. How can you have the sign of premature aging? Klein smiled and asked back:

"What else?"

"I just forgot that you haven't practiced shooting, and it's useless to take the 'Devil Hunting Bullet'. In this way, you can get another 30 normal bullets every day, and take the opportunity to go out to the street, that is, the underground shooting range at No. 3 Zotland Street, where most of them belong to the police department, but there is a field dedicated to our watchmen. Oh, yes, you also need to get a badge from Old Neil, otherwise, you can't enter the shooting range." Dunn patted his forehead, took back the "note" from Klein's hand, brushed and added other contents, and added a chapter.

"Good gunmen are fed with bullets. Don't despise them." Dunn handed the changed "note" to Klein again.

"I understand." Klein, who was afraid of danger, wanted to go today.

He took two steps outside, then turned half cautiously and began to speak carefully:

"Captain, is there nothing else?"

"No," Dunn nodded definitely.

Klein sighed and walked to the door. He could not wait to turn around again and ask, "Is it really gone?"

He resisted the impulse and finally "smoothly" left the "duty room".

"The captain has always been like this. He often forgets things." Roxanne walked beside her and whispered, "My grandmother has a better memory than him. Of course, he only forgets small things. Hmm, small things, Klein, I'll call you Klein later. Mrs. Olivia is a kind person, very easy to get along with. Her father is a watchmaker, and has good craftsmanship..."

Listening to the gossip of the brown-haired girl, Klein stepped down the stairs and went back to the upper floor. She met Mrs. Olivia in the office on the right side, which was the outermost.

This is a dark-haired lady wearing a long skirt with ruffles. She looks more than thirty years old, with fashionable curly hair, and a pair of green eyes with a clear smile, delicate and elegant.

After listening to Roxanne recounting Dunn Smith's arrangement, Olivia took out a note and wrote an advance note:

"Sign your name. Do you have a seal? If you don't have one, press your hand."

"All right." Klein completed the formalities with familiarity.

Olivia took out the copper key, opened the safe in the room, counted the gold pounds, smiled, and said:

"You are so lucky that you have enough cash today. By the way, Klein, you were invited by the captain because you were involved in an evil event and have special skills?"

"Yes, ma'am, your intuition is accurate." Klein did not mean to praise.

Olivia took out four banknotes with a light gray background and dark black stripes, locked the safe again, turned around, and smiled:

"Because I am the same."

"Really?" Klein appropriately expressed surprise.

"Do you know the serial killer who rocked the whole city of Tingen 16 years ago?" Olivia handed four gold pounds to Klein.

"... remember! It was the 'bloody butcher' who killed five girls in a row, some took their hearts and some took their stomachs? When I was young, my mother often threatened my sister with this matter." Clenlaw thought.

He took the note and found that it was two five-pound notes and two one-pound notes with black lines on a gray background and complex patterns and special watermarks on the four corners.

The former is slightly larger, and in the center is Henry Augustus I, the fifth king of the Kingdom of Lun and the immediate ancestor of George III, who wears a white hair cap, has a round face, narrow eyes, and a very serious expression, but in Klein's eyes, he has an unspeakable closeness.

This is a five-pound note!

It's equal to Benson's salary for nearly four weeks!

At the center of the pound note is George III's father, former King William Augustus VI. The "strong man" has a thick beard and firm eyes. During his reign, the kingdom of Lun broke away from the old shackles and once again reached the top of all countries.

These are all "good kings"... Klein vaguely smelled the delightful smell of banknote ink.

"Yes, if the night watchers didn't arrive in time, I would be the sixth victim." Mrs. Olivia's tone still contained a trace of fear, even though it had been more than ten years.

"It sounds like that serial killer, no, butcher, is an extraordinary person?" Klein carefully folded the paper money, put it into the inside pocket of the suit, and then continuously touched it nearby for confirmation.

"Yes." Mrs. Olivia nodded heavily. "There are many people he killed before. The reason why he was caught was that he was preparing a demon ceremony."

"No wonder different internal organs are needed... Sorry, madam, it reminds you of bad things." Klein said sincerely.

Olivia smiled and said, "I was not afraid... I was studying accounting in business school at that time, and then I came here. Well, I won't delay you. You have to go to Old Neil."

"Goodbye, lady." Klein took off his hat and bowed out of the office. Before going down the stairs, he couldn't help feeling his inside pocket again to confirm that the 12-pound note was still there.

He turned at the crossroads and walked to the right, and soon saw a half-closed iron door.

Dong, Dong, Dong.

There was an old voice inside the door knocking:

"Come in."

Klein opened the iron door and found that it was a narrow room with only one table and two chairs.

On the other side of the room, there was a tightly locked iron door, and behind the table, an old man with gray hair and a classical black robe was reading several yellowing pages in the light of the gas lamp.

He looked up at the door and said:

"Are you Klein Moretti? Just now little Rosanne came over and said you were very polite."

"Miss Roxanne is really a friendly person. Good afternoon, Mr. Neil." Klein took off his hat.

"Sit down." Neil pointed to the silver tin tin tin pot with complicated patterns on the table. "Would you like a cup of hand coffee?"

The wrinkles around his eyes and mouth were deep, and his dark red eyes were slightly cloudy.

"You don't seem to drink it?" Klein keenly noticed that Neil's ceramic cup was full of water.

"Haha, this is my habit. I don't drink coffee after 3 pm." Neil explained with a smile.

"Why?" Klein asked casually.

Neil looked into Klein's eyes with a smile and said:

"I'm afraid I won't sleep well at night, so I will hear some inexplicable whispers."

... Klein didn't know how to answer the phone for a moment and then asked:

"Mr. Neil, what documents and classics should I read?"

He said while taking out the "note" written by Dunn Smith.

"It's related to history, complex and fragmentary. To be honest, I have been trying to learn, but I can only master the preliminary ones. Other things are too troublesome, such as people's diaries, popular books, epitaphs, and so on." Neil complained, "For example, I need more detailed historical records to infer the specific content."

"Why?" Klein was a little confused.

Neil pointed to the pages of several yellowing books in front of him and said:

"This is the diary that Russell Gustav lost before his death. In order to keep it secret, he used strange symbols he invented to record it."

Russell the Great? Traversing elder? Klein was dumbfounded and immediately focused on listening.

"Because many people believe that he has not really died, but has become a secret god, so there have been cultists who worship him to hold various ceremonies and try to gain strength. We occasionally encounter this kind of thing and get some original or copied notes." Neil shook his head and said, "Up to now, no one has been able to interpret the real symbols of those special symbols, so the 'Holy Church' allows us to keep copies for research, hoping for unexpected surprises."

Speaking of this, Neil smiled proudly:

"I have read out several of the symbols and confirmed that they are the expression of numbers. Look what I have found. This is actually a diary! Well, I hope to compare the historical events of different dates at that time, especially the events around the emperor, with the records of the corresponding day in the diary, so as to read out more symbols."

"The idea of genius, right?" The old man with gray hair and deep wrinkles looked at Klein brightly.

Klein agreed and nodded:

"Yes."

"Ha ha, you can also see. You have to help me with this work tomorrow." Mr. Neil pushed the yellowed pages to Klein.

Klein turned them right, just glanced at them, and the whole person stayed there!

Although those "symbols" are painted ugly and slightly deformed by copying, I will never admit it wrong

Because this is my most familiar text:

Chinese

His mother simplified characters!