Chapter XIII Night Watchers

Da!

Klein could not help taking a step back and did not know whether he was awake or still in a dream.

The figure took off the black hat, bowed slightly, and said with a deep smile:

"Meet again, Donne Smith, the night watchman."

Nightwatchman? "Justice" and "Hanging Man" mentioned the code of the night goddess church extraordinary team. Klein suddenly blurted out:

"You manipulate dreams? You let me dream like that?"

Donne Smith, the night watchman, put on the black top hat again to cover the slightly higher hairline, and the dark gray eyes implied a smile:

"No, I just enter your dream and do the necessary guidance."

His voice was mellow and soft, and echoed in the dark and shimmering corridor like a dream without disturbing others:

"In the dream, although there will be usually repressed emotions and various dark psychological magnifications, which make everything seem chaotic, absurd, and crazy, the truth still exists and remains hidden in it. For an old hand like me, everything is obvious and easy to see. I believe in you in the dream more than you are awake."

This... who can control their dreams? If I dream of something on earth, wouldn't it be discovered by Dunn Smith? Klein was shocked and full of fear for the encounter in his dream.

But he soon tasted some weirdness, because he remembered that he was very sober and rational in his dream and knew what to say and what not to say.

In short, it is not like dreaming at all!

So, Dunn Smith just "saw" what I wanted him to see?

Klein had a sudden change of mind and had a faint insight.

Is this the benefit of crossing the border, such as the particularity of its own spirit, or the additional influence of the "transit ceremony"?

"So, Mr. Smith, are you sure I really lost my memory?" Klein asked in reply.

Dunn Smith did not answer directly, but took a deep look at him:

"How dare you not be surprised by such things?"

"The person I met before, even if he just finished his dream, did not believe that he would have extraordinary power, and preferred to think that he had not really woken up."

Klein said "well":

"Maybe it's because I'm praying and looking forward to such a power to help me."

"Interesting thinking logic... maybe you survived not only because of luck." Dunn nodded with no smile. "I can now confirm that you really lost part of your memory because of this event, especially the relationship event itself."

"Can I go back?" Klein asked tentatively with a sigh of relief.

Dunn put his bag in one hand and walked slowly over. The night around him became quiet and soft.

"No, you still have to meet the 'expert' with me." His mouth turned up politely.

"Why?" Klein blurted out and quickly added, "Do you not believe in your guidance of dreams?"

Are you kidding? If the "expert" is good at hypnosis, reading hearts, and other abilities, then my biggest secret will not be exposed.

The result is unimaginable!

"I have always been modest, but I still have some confidence in dreams," Dunn replied calmly

Before Klein spoke again, his voice became heavy:

"After all, you have something to do with the whereabouts of the Antigonius family note."

"What?" Klein stared.

Dunn stopped in front of him and stared at his eyes with gray eyes

"There is no note left by the Quaternary at the scene, and there is no note in the whole house. Welch is dead, and Naya is dead. You are the only clue."

"... OK." Klein was silent for a moment and sighed.

The notes are missing... This is really weird!

I didn't even think about the whereabouts of the Quaternary notebook before!

Dunn nodded invisibly, crossed Klein, and said:

"Lock the door and go to Welch's house with me now. The 'expert' is waiting for us there."

Klein took a silent breath, and his heart beat with fear.

He deliberately refused, even wanted to escape, but believed that with the rut of the dream, Dunn Smith must have raised his guard, and with the strength gap between normal people and extraordinary people, there would be little chance of success if he forced to do it.

He must also have a pistol... He should also be the kind who has practiced shooting many times

Various ideas clashed violently in his mind, and Klein finally chose to recognize the reality:

"OK."

Alas, I can only take one step and see one step. Maybe the special in my dream will come into effect again

"Let's go, then." Dunn's tone didn't have any waves.

Klein turned and followed two steps, and suddenly stopped:

"Mr. Smith, I... I want to go to the bathroom first."

I came out to go to the bathroom

Dunn did not stop him, but took a deep look at him and said:

"No problem, Klein, believe me, in the dark, I am far stronger than you think."

In the dark... Klein repeated these words silently.

He didn't try recklessly. He honestly solved the swelling of his lower abdomen, and then washed his face with cold water to make himself completely calm down.

After changing his clothes and closing his door, Klein followed Dunn gently down the stairs and walked to the apartment door.

In the such calm, Dunn Smith suddenly said:

"At the end of the dream, why do you want to escape? What are you afraid of?"

Klein thought like an electric shock, and replied while thinking:

"I don't remember what I did at Welch's house, and I don't remember whether it directly caused his death and Naya's death. I'm afraid it will prove to be me at last. I dare not gamble on it. I'd better run away and start a new life in South China."

"If it were me, I would do the same." Dunn pushed open the door of the apartment and let the cool wind in the middle of the night blow away the stuffy heat inside.

He was not afraid of Klein's escape, so he got on the carriage by himself. It was the one Klein had seen in his dream. It was a four-wheeled, single-horse, driver. The side of the carriage was painted with a police system sign of "two swords crossed and surrounded by the crown".

Klein followed in and found that there was a thick carpet, filled with the fragrance that made people calm.

He sat down casually and tried to find out more about the topic:

"Mr. Smith, if, I mean, if the 'expert' proves that I really forgot that part of my memory, and there is no other evidence to prove that I am the perpetrator, not the victim, then the matter is over?"

"Theoretically, we will find that note in other ways. As long as it still exists, it can be found. Of course, before that, we will make sure that you have no curse, no residual evil smell, no corresponding psychological problems, and can safely and healthily meet the future life." Dunn Smith smiled with a slightly strange smile.

Klein was keen to catch this point, and could not relax. He quickly asked:

"In theory?"

"Yes, just in theory. In this field, there are always distorted, irrational, and unbelievable things." Dunn looked into Klein's eyes and said, "Their persistence and their end, sometimes, are not what we can foresee and control."

"For example?" Klein was a little scared.

On the almost deserted street, Dunn took out his pipe and sniffed the smell of the carriage as it drove fast:

"When we think things are over and everything has returned to normal, it will come again in a frightening and frightening way."

"A few years ago, we dealt with a case of a cult. They organized believers to complete a living sacrifice by suicide to please the cult gods. After one of the believers was selected, the instinct to survive overcame stupidity, overcame heresy, overcame hallucinogenic drugs, and secretly ran to the police station to report the case."

"The matter was handed over to us. It was a very small task, because the cult had no extraordinary people, and the gods they worshipped were casually thought out by their leaders. In order to collect money, enjoy, and destroy human nature."

"With only two team members and the cooperation of the police, we successfully solved the cult without any leakage. And the reporter, we also confirmed that he did not have the smell left by evil spirits, the entanglement of curses, psychological disorders, personality problems, and other strange traces."

"After that, his career has made a good developed. He married a good wife and gave birth to a man and a woman. All the shadows seem to be far away from him, and the terror and blood of the past seem to have completely disappeared."

Speaking of this, Dunn Smith smiled and said:

"But in March of this year, he was in good financial condition, with deep feelings between husband and wife, and the child was smart and lovely. He died and strangled himself in the office."

The crimson moonlight outside the window of the carriage shone in and fell on Dunn Smith.

At this moment, his seemingly self-deprecating smile made Klein feel ghostly and unspeakable.

"I choked myself to death..." Klein took a silent breath and seemed to see his miserable ending.

Even if you have escaped a disaster, you can only escape for a while.

Is there any way to solve it completely?

Let yourself be extraordinary to fight.

The carriage was silent, and Klein's numerous ideas came up and fell down.

In such an unspeakable silence, the carriage drove for a long time and very fast.

Just when Klein made up his mind to ask Dunn Smith for a solution, the carriage stopped.

"Mr. Smith, Welch's residence is here." The driver's voice came into their ears.

"Let's go down." Dunn trimmed the black windbreaker to the knee. "Oh, I introduced in advance that the 'expert' is the most famous psychic in Ahua County in disguise."

Klein held back his other ideas and asked curiously:

"What is her actual identity?"

Dunn turned half around, turned back, and said with grey eyes:

"A true 'psychic'."