boom!

The highly alert "Red Gloves" captain Eric shuddered and saw the wandering magician, who claimed to be Merlin Hermes, exploded directly behind the astronomical telescope.

However, this did not splash the bleeding meat, and the broken limb disappeared into the air like soap foam quickly.

"..." Eric and the members of the squad coming over were all in a dull state, wondering how such a sudden change could happen.

A second later, Eric said in a deep voice:

"Evacuate!"

He wanted to lead the squad out of the apartment while the danger had not really dissipated.

At this time, another figure came into the open door of Room 403. It was Merlin Hermes, who just exploded out of thin air.

The wandering magician wore a tall top hat and a black robe, as if nothing had happened, and told Eric and his team members:

"The root cause of the problem is indeed that astronomical telescope."

While talking, Klein went to the balcony area and patted the astronomical telescope with his right hand.

There was a bang again, the astronomical telescope smashed into metal spots, diffused with a bit of odorous blue and black gas.

After the gray mist appeared and disappeared, the stench disappeared and the darkening turned away. The interior of the room completely returned to normal.

"... what the **** is this?" Eric forced himself to forget what had happened to him and then asked, considering it.

As a relatively experienced "Red Gloves" captain, he has some guesses about the truth of the whole thing, and the purpose of asking questions is mainly to seek confirmation.

Klein smiled:

"In simple terms, the astronomical telescope did not know what had changed, causing the owner of the room to see things that should not be seen.

"If you want to know more details, you can only collect clues by yourself. I'm not sure."

Eric nodded slightly, set his sights on his team members, and signaled them to continue their investigation.

After a lot of work, Eric told Merlin Hermes:

"There are not many clues left in the room, and we can only identify a few things:

"First, John was a local resident and served in the war, and his mental condition seemed to have some problems because of this. Second, he was an astronomy enthusiast very early. After the war, he joined an academic organization called the" Astronomical Training Association ". , But we have not collected any information about this organization; three, John seems to be looking for a way to see the real starry sky. "

Speaking of the word "starry sky", Eric paused for a moment, and seemed to have been warned by the upper ranks of the Night Church.

After the war, he joined an organization called the "Astronomical Training Seminar" ... looking for a way to see the real starry sky ... Klein combined with the "experience" just now and had a certain degree of certainty about the matter, and then gently said:

"You should all know that 'starry sky' means danger, and you can't even understand it."

"We will report this case to the Archbishop as soon as possible, and define the" Astronomical Training Association "as a dangerous organization." Eric said as if communicating with his boss who is not directly responsible for the "night watchman".

Klein didn't respond, sighing as he walked towards the door:

"War does have an irreversible effect on all sides ..."

After the fall of "God of War", the original shaky original barrier lost a part of its support, and "Night Goddess" has not yet fully grasped the corresponding "uniqueness". As for "old days", I don't know how long to wait, In this case, the erosion of the world by the foreign gods naturally deepened, which was combined with the war wounds of a large number of ordinary people.

Klein suspected that during the post-war reconstruction period, many cults pointing to the "starry sky" and different foreign gods had quietly appeared in Ruen. If they were allowed to develop believers and make various high-risk attempts, the end would definitely be in advance.

With a sigh, he stepped out of room 403 step by step, his figure quickly blurred and became transparent until it disappeared.

In a hotel near Praia Street, Klein, who had already moved in, picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip.

While it was still early, he went out again and took a carriage to the outskirts of the riverbank of Conston.

There is a cemetery here, and the monument stands like a low forest.

Klein walked through the cemetery, relying on spiritual "direction" to find a tombstone.

The owner of this tombstone is called:

"Welch McGovern."

This is Klein's original university classmate, because he bought the notes of the Antigonus family, and died strangely in Tingen, which indirectly caused Zhou Mingrui to "traverse".

Welch McGovern's father was a banker in Conston and spent money to bring his son's body back to his hometown where he was buried in the cemetery.

Klein stared at the picture on the tombstone for a few seconds, bent down, and placed the white bouquet in his hand in front of Welch's grave.

He was about to turn away and stopped suddenly, twenty or thirty seconds later, an old man with a black cane came in the other direction.

Klein recognized him, knowing that this was Welch's father, and a Kamikai banker who had invited himself and his classmates to a big meal.

However, compared with a few years ago, this gentleman is much older. He was originally a spirited middle-aged gentleman. His hair is now half-white, and there are many wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, mouth and forehead.

"Who are you?" Welch's father asked, puzzled and alert, looking at the stranger in front of the grave.

Klein sighed:

"Uncle, I'm a friend of Welch, and just happened to pass by Conston."

Welch's father nodded slightly and said in a low voice:

"He is a person who likes making friends, and I only know part of it."

His sentence was actually explaining why the guest was not invited to the funeral at the beginning, and I'm sorry about that.

Klein didn't say much, glancing around:

"Do you have any help? Or, do you have any wish to achieve? I hope to provide a force."

Welch's father looked around and smiled bitterly:

"Can you make all the dead here stand up again?"

It's not impossible, but it's not the same as you want to stand up again ... Klein sighed and shook his head.

"Will you get Conston back to the way he was?" Welch's father asked again with a grin.

Before Klein responded, he sighed and continued:

"There is no need to help. If it can be achieved, I can do it myself. If it cannot be achieved, I can only pray to the gods."

In conversation, the banker crossed Klein, walked to his son's tombstone, and stooped down, laying down the white bouquet in his hand.

Klein looked at his back and whispered to himself:

"I'll try my best."

After speaking, he turned around and left the cemetery.

…………

Conston, a bar renovated over the last century.

A man in a thick jacket, carrying a beer, walked to a wooden board next to the bar, trying to find a part-time job from the sheets of paper pasted on it.

Suddenly, he saw a strange delegation task:

"I'm a journalist. I want to collect stories from different people, preferably from personal experience. The reward I can provide is to satisfy your desire to repair and rebuild your house for free. I am in There are sufficient resources in this regard.

"Merlin Hermes."

The man frowned subconsciously, feeling that the commission was too strange, like a product of mischief.

"Do you understand the text above?" A thin man sitting by the wooden board seized the opportunity and asked.

Only a few of the guests who come and go in this bar are literate. Even if you want to find a job or take the corresponding commission, most people do n’t understand what the paper on the wooden board says, and the bartender can only remember Live the highest paid.

Based on this situation, lean men have read free schools by themselves, mastered the common Runic vocabulary, and provided others with a corresponding interpretation at a quarter of a penny each time.

This is the way he lives.

The man shook his head and said that he could understand Runnwen, pointing to Merlin Hermes's commission:

"This is real?"

"Really, the reporter is sitting in that corner, wearing a high top hat." The thin man pointed the way enthusiastically.

The reporter promised him to give him a quarter of a penny for each person he introduced.

The man carrying the beer was silent, hesitated for a full ten seconds before heading to the corner, and found the reporter named Merlin Hermes.

"Do you really help me rebuild my house?" He asked a little bit worriedly.

Klein pointed to the file on the little round table:

"We can sign a contract."

"... No, even if you just provide some materials, I'm satisfied." The man sat across from Klein and said rather cautiously, "I don't have a very vivid story."

"That's true enough." Klein nodded slightly, giving encouragement.

The man looked down and stared at the table:

"I'm a native of Conston. I used to have a decent job and bought a townhouse on Tam Chao Street. Later, the war broke out and my house was ruined in a bombing. My eldest son, the child who just entered elementary school is buried in it ...

"We had to rent another two-bedroom room until the Versacks occupied Conston, and they dragged my wife away, and she never returned ...

"Some time ago, someone told me to identify the corpse. I couldn't recognize her. She was not as rotten as possible. However, her remaining clothes pockets were still loaded with our running water bill ...

"When she rented a house, she always missed our home. My little daughter, too. I don't have much money now, I can barely maintain my life, but I hope to rebuild that house a little bit.

"Frankly, I don't like telling others my misfortune. I would rather be silent, but if I can really help in rebuilding, then I can ..."

Klein held a pen and paper, pretending to be taking notes, and nodded gently when he heard the words:

"Your wish will come true. You will wait for me tomorrow in front of the ruins of the house on Dan Chao Street."

At the same time, he pushed a 1 Suler note past:

"This is the money to buy you a drink."

The man's eyes flickered, and he seemed to want to refuse, but eventually picked up the banknote.

The next day, after sending his little daughter to the church school, he walked along the familiar road back to the familiar Dan Chao Street, and then saw the familiar house.

Its chimney, its windows, its doors, and the weeds on its walls have not changed at all. It is so familiar. It seems that a beautiful hostess will open the door and lead two Children came out to meet their father.

The man was there and couldn't believe it was true.

But even an illusion, he was willing to sink in.

…………

For a few days, Klein, who had completed one after another with similar wishes, opened the hotel window and raised his hand in the mist of the morning light and rang his fingers.

In a high-rise area in Conston, Welch's father, because he dreamed of his dead son and loved ones, woke up early and walked to the balcony, ready to breathe the morning air.

Under the light of dawn, he horrifiedly saw the chimneys and blast furnaces lined with trees, and saw tall buildings one after another.

The former city of Conston reappeared in his eyes completely, bathed in orange dawn.