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In the early hours of the morning, the well-ventilated but quiet and deep underground, the faint yellow gas lamp is protected by the glass, stable and without swaying to shine the unmanned, peaceful aisle.

Klein sat in the duty room, arbitrarily looking through the stacks of newspapers, magazines, and books in front of him, and splitting out the spirits to watch out for someone to look at the Chanis Gate.

His coat and top hat were hung on the coat rack at the entrance, and the cane was resting against the wall, in a convenient place.

The rich coffee scent permeated, and Klein couldn't help but take a sip and pinch the temple to counter the heavy head and the exhaustion of the body.

Although he was sleeping at the university on the earth, he often slept at five o'clock in the morning, the fierce man from noon, working for two or three years, from time to time, he would stay up all night, and he could go to work the next day, but this It must be attributed to the game being too fun, the novel is so good, the film variety and TV series are too interesting.

And the world obviously does not have these day and night necessities.

"Russell the Great is also a good thing to install, and to put a limited life into an infinite cause, to lead the people of different circles to enter the information age in a small step!" Klein silently sighed, only Comfort yourself, at least newspapers, magazines and increasingly rich novels.

What he originally wanted was to use concentrated learning to overcome difficulties, but practice found that this contradicts its own responsibilities, because once it enters the state, it is easy to ignore the outside movement and ignore the situation of Chanis Gate.

Huh, Klein picked up the coffee cup and carefully took a sip.

He rubbed the cockroach and let the scent stick to the mouth, letting the liquid flow slowly through the esophagus.

"Fermer coffee in the Pass Valley is very bitter, but very refreshing." Klein lamented and put down the cup.

The Pars Valley is located on the South Continent and is a high-quality production area for coffee beans. It is currently in the midst of the dispute between the Republic of Intis and the Kingdom of Lun – they established colonial regimes on the left and right banks of the Pas Valley, respectively, and destroyed the original Pa Kingdom of the Kingdom.

In the quietness of the heart, Klein picked up a magazine at random and found that she was talking about the "Men's Aesthetics".

"This must have been taken from Rosanne..." He whispered funnyly and looked at it with interest.

Perhaps due to the rapid advancement of camera technology in the last decade or so, the magazine "Ms. Aesthetics" not only uses illustrations extensively, but also imitates newspapers and uses black and white photos as content.

They quite fashionablely invited famous dramas and opera actors to show the charm of the costumes and the magic of matching. In just seven years, they developed from the regional new magazine of Beckland to the mainstream journals with channels all over the country.

"This dress is good, looks good..." Klein looked at it leisurely and did not hide his yearning for beauty.

He is a man with normal body and mind. He has always appreciated the beautiful girl. He has already set goals and is looking for a way to go home. Therefore, he tries to keep a distance from the opposite sex. He does not want to delay the other party. debt.

As for the girl who is standing on the street, he is small and clean in this respect.

Benson and Melissa are already there, they can't be lifted, they can only make up for it in the future... Klein suddenly feels heavy and can't help but sigh.

The longer you leave home, the more you can feel the hustle and bustle in the dead of night.

He instantly lost interest in admiring the beauty of the lady, put down the magazine in his hand, and picked up a novel.

"Storm Mountain Villa, author, Folswall." Klein read the main content of the cover.

The night of tranquility, the faint yellow light, and a book with a cover, reminded him of the days when he rented books as a child, so he read it quite nostalgic.

The novel "Storm Mountain Villa" tells the story of Ms. Yu, who is 1.65 meters tall and weighs 98 pounds, and enters the Furus Villa as a tutor.

"One pound is about 1 jin... Is this the Jane Eyre of the Alien Edition?" Klein rubbed his fingers on the comfortable paper and guessed the follow-up content.

However, when he thought that this was a romance novel, there was a "bad spirit" in the back. When he believed that this was a spiritual novel, Ms. Yan’s self-destructive identity was a detective, giving a gorgeous reasoning.

When Klein felt that this was a detective novel, there was nothing wrong with it. The man’s head was hit hard, lost his memory, and began a tearful story.

"...and ultimately a romance novel." Klein closed the book and took a sip of coffee.

Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The fierce knocking sounded loudly, echoing in the dimly lit corridor, echoing in the ground of almost no one else.

Klein was shocked and his spirit was tense.

He instinctively took the revolver from the arm of the arm, adjusted the magazine and the trigger, and slowly leaned back to the door to find the source of the sound.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

boom! boom! boom!

The slap was getting more and more intense, and Klein looked at the sound and saw the black iron with the seven sacred emblems on the door.

"The voice coming from the door of Chanis?" His eyes slammed and his heart beat like a drum.

boom! boom! boom!

Klein saw the Chanis Gate swaying slightly and felt the majestic force it suffered.

"No... I only had to wait for the first day to be here. Didn't I have a bad luck after I crossed?" Klein grabbed the right hand of the gun and secreted cold sweat.

But very quickly, he remembered the captain's embarrassment: no matter what sound you heard, no matter what happened, don't open the Chanis Gate unless it was opened from inside.

Is this normal? Klein calmed down a lot.

boom! boom! boom! Dangdang! Dangdang! Dangdang! The movement behind the Chanis Gate was getting bigger and bigger, but the heavy black iron just shook the door and there was no other abnormality.

"It’s normal, scared me out...” Klein whispered, and he was going back to the duty room.

Just then, he heard a harsh rubbing sound, saw Chanis door heavy and broke a gap!

tie!

In the sound of sorrow, Klein saw the figure almost solidified. It was probably an adult, ordinary man with a small arm, wearing a black, elegant, miniature court dress with a skirt. Obvious smudges.

It has a face that is not too delicate, with dark eyes and tight mouth.

This is a puppet, toy puppet!

Almost the moment Klein subconsciously raised his gun, the puppet wearing a black court dress tightly and forcefully attached to the open Chanis door and unfolded the paper in his hand.

There are many hidden symbols on the paper, which are known by Klein and those that he has not yet mastered. Together they form a vertical eye!

When Klein could still think about what was going on in the future, the court puppet was suddenly pulled back to the door of Chanis, and was pulled back to the door of Chanis by the invisible.

Dangdang!

Chanis Gate re-closed, no more knocking sounds, no more slamming movements.

The earth has restored the usual tranquility and silence, as if nothing has happened.

"The Chanis Gate was opened from the inside, and the captain had to be reported... but it was closed again..." At this time, Klein recovered his thoughts, and was scared and confused.

A few seconds later, he remembered what the little puppet wearing the black court dress was, because he was a regular member of the night, and he was qualified to know the "3" items sealed by the Tunisian gate in Tingen.

"No. 0625."

"Name: Dooms."

“Danger level: ‘3’, there is a certain danger, you need to use it carefully, only three or more actions can be applied.”

"Privacy level: full members of the night and above."

"The way to seal: only need to be isolated from humans."

"Description: This puppet is wearing a popular palace dress that was popular around 1300. The skirt has traces of filth that are difficult to wash away. It is impossible to confirm whether it exists at first."

“In a tragedy in the family financial crisis in Tingen, the police noticed the existence of this puppet, which was always placed in the child’s bedroom and placed on the cabinet next to the bed.”

"Several nights were commissioned and an investigation was conducted on this puppet."

"Preliminary confirmation, it will bring bad luck, let people around us become unlucky, into a crisis, and eventually die one by one, the subject took only two weeks, it is on the verge of bankruptcy."

"This puppet does not have the characteristics of being alive, and there is no attempt to escape the seal."

"After a long-term experiment, we found that as long as it does not exceed half an hour in the ten-meter range every day, it will not be contaminated with bad luck; if it has been ruined, it will be better if it is transferred to another owner."

"Appendix: The earliest occasion of this puppet was the old wife of Tess in the street of the Iron Cross Street in the Western District. She is a craftsman who makes toys. Because she is old, her husband is seriously ill, and the two children have died early. Moved to the Iron Cross Street down the street."

"This is the last toy she sold. She used this doll to switch to some poisonous juice, ending her and her husband's hunger for more than three days."

Klein recalled the information on the seal "3 - 0625", and there were more doubts and horror in his heart:

“Don't you say that this puppet does not have the characteristics of being alive? Does it mean that it does not try to escape the seal?”

"So what I just saw!"

"What is the last thing that pulls it back?"

“What exactly does the pattern drawn on the paper it unfolds?”

"The scene just now, it seems that there is a perverted killer in the victim, the victim tried to shoot the door, tried to call for help, but was pulled back again..."

Between the ideas, Klein decided not to make his own claim.

He returned to the duty room and pulled a rope.

The ropes were pulled and the gears were running. The black thorn security company on the second floor rang with a rush of ringing. ,

The sleepless people such as Leonard Mitchell, who played cards in the entertainment room, immediately put down the poker and rushed to the ground.

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