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Huh, finally passed the pass of the psychic...

Klein spit out the air, slowly turning around, enjoying the tranquility of the night and the cool breeze, while walking close to the apartment door.

He took out the key, inserted it in, gently twisted it, and let the black with the blush expand with the sound of screaming.

Walking on the unmanned stairs and breathing the cold air, Klein had a wonderful feeling of life more than a few hours more than others, so that the footsteps became brisk.

Kazakh, he maintained a similar mentality, opened his own door, but before he stepped in, he saw a figure sitting quietly in the darkness in front of the desk, black hair, red, brown, bright, handsome, stunned It is Melissa Moretti!

"Klein, where have you been?" Melissa browed and asked, wondering.

Not waiting for Klein to answer, she added another sentence, it seems that the cause and effect of the matter, the logical relationship is clear and clear: "I just got up and went to the bathroom and found that you are not at home."

Klein has a wealth of experience in deceiving parents, brains, and smiles without a hurry:

"After I woke up, I couldn't sleep a little. I thought it would be a waste of time to exercise. I went out and ran a few laps. You see, sweat."

He took off his coat, turned his body halfway, and pointed at his back.

Melissa stood up and glanced at it with care, for a few seconds:

"Klein, in fact, you don't have to, don't have too much pressure, you can definitely pass the interview at the University of Timing, even if it doesn't work, hey, I mean, if you can find better."

I haven't thought about the interview... Klein nodded:

"I know."

He did not say that he had already received an "offer" because he had not considered whether he should go.

Melissa glanced at him deeply, turned around suddenly, ran into the middle, and took out a tortoise-like item made up of gears, rust iron, springs and springs.

Quickly twist the clockwork and Melissa placed the item on the desk.

Hey, hey, the "turtle" jumped and walked, it was very rhythm, and people couldn't help but turn their attention to it.

"When I feel troubled, watching it move so much, it will be a lot more comfortable. I used to do this very often, very effective! Klein, you give it a try." Melissa dawned brightly.

Klein didn't refuse his sister's kindness, looked at the "turtle" and waited until it stopped. He laughed:

“Simple and regularity can really bring relaxation.”

Not waiting for Melissa to say, he pointed to the "turtle" and asked casually:

"Do it yourself? When did you do it? Why don't I know?"

"I did it with the materials I didn't want from the school and the things I got on the road. It was only two days before I got it." Melissa looked like a regular, and her mouth curled a bit.

"It's amazing." Klein was heartily praised.

As a boy with poor mechanical skills, he was alive in a four-wheel drive.

Melissa chin lifted slightly, her eyes were slightly bent, and her tone was plain:

"so far so good."

"Excessive modesty is a bad character." Klein chuckled. "Is this a turtle?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly sank, and Melissa’s voice was as faint as a blush:

"It is a doll."

Dolls...

... Klein smiled and forcibly explained:

"The problem with the material is still too crude."

Then he shifted the topic:

"How come you go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, there is a toilet inside? And you are not good at sleeping until dawn?"

Melissa grabbed it and it took a few seconds before she opened her mouth and prepared to explain.

At this moment, there was a violent digestive sound in her chest and abdomen.

"I, I will go to sleep again!"

boom! She grabbed the turtle-like "gull" and ran back into the room and closed the door.

...... Yesterday's dinner was too good, too much to eat, the stomach is not adapted... Klein shook his head and laughed, walked slowly to the desk, silently sat in the chair, and the red moon that was drilled from behind the dark clouds, quiet Thinking about the invitation of Dunn Smith.

The civilian staff of the night team is very obvious:

As a passer-by, the initiator of the mysterious party, "The Fool", has a lot of secrets on his body. He has been swaying for a long time under the eyes of the team of the Goddess Church, which specializes in dealing with extraordinary events. The risk is not small;

As long as they join Dunn Smith, their goal will definitely be to become an extraordinary person, to cover up the benefits from the "party", and to become a full member, freedom must be restricted, just like civilians leave Tingen Like the declaration, you can't think where to go, what you want to do, you will miss a lot of opportunities;

The value of the night is a strict organization. Once there is a task, it can only wait for the arrangement, accept the order, and cannot refuse it.

Extraordinary people have the risk of getting out of control;

......

Putting the bad things in mind, Klein turned to the necessity and the benefits:

From the "transportation ceremony" and other encounters, I will not be the lucky one of the 80% of Deng En's mouth. The follow-up will inevitably have a strange incident on the body, full of danger, only become an extraordinary person or join the value of the night person. Ability to counterbalance;

If you want to be an extraordinary person, you can't do it by "party". The problem of the potion formula is not big. The corresponding materials can be found, how to get it, how to make it, and the common sense of ordinary people in daily practice. Obstacles, it is impossible to ask "justice" and "downside down" for everything, and all things are exchanged for them. This will not only damage the image of "fool", but also make the other party doubt, and there is not so much time to exchange such fine The problem, the same, can't produce anything that they are interested in;

In addition, more material exchanges will leave traces of real identity. At that time, it will be a big problem to turn "online disputes" into "offline conflicts";

Joining the "Night of the Night" will inevitably reach out to the common sense and related channels of the mysterious world, accumulate enough corresponding contacts, and use this as a fulcrum to incite "party", from "justice" and "downside down" "There is the greatest gain there, and this reverse raises the reality and gains more resources to form a virtuous circle;"

Of course, you can also go to the "Psychological Alchemy Association" that was confided in Dunn's mouth. This organization, which has been suppressed by the major churches, can become a member of them. It will also lose its freedom, and even be frightened and more important at all times. One problem is that they don’t even know where to look for them. Even if they put out the corresponding information from the mouth of the “downside down person”, the trade and trade will be life-threatening;

Become a civilian, with opportunities for buffering and exiting;

Small in the wild, hidden in the city, the big hidden in the DPRK, the value of the night is perhaps a better protection color;

In the future, as the top of the arbitral tribunal, who can think of himself as a heresy, behind the secret organization?

......

The dawn shone, the blush disappeared, and looking at the golden edge of the sky, Klein made up his mind.

Go to Dunn Smith today and become a civilian member of the night!

"You didn't sleep?" At this moment, Melissa got up again and pushed the door out. She was surprised to see her brother stretched out without image.

"Think about something." Klein smiled and relaxed.

Melissa indulged:

"When I get into trouble, I will list the bad and the good things one by one. After the list is finished, compare them and you will get the ‘tips’ that should be done.”

"Good habits, I did the same." Klein was smiling.

Melissa looked stretched, didn't say more, took the yellow sheets of paper and washed the items to the common bathroom.

When I used breakfast, my sister left, Klein didn't hurry to go out, and made a good sleep, because he knew that almost all the pubs didn't open the door in the morning.

At two in the afternoon, he smoothed the pleats of the top hat with a small brush and a handkerchief, got it dirty, made it clean and tidy, and then went out to the door, just like going to the interview.

Besik Street is a bit far away. Klein is afraid to miss the "working time" of the night-timers. Instead of walking, he waits for the arrival of the public carriage at the intersection of Iron Cross Street.

In the Kingdom of Lun, there are two types of public carriages, which are trackless and orbital. The former consists of two horses. It counts on the top of the car and can seat twenty people. There is only a general route, no specific site, flexible operation, and Call it, unless you are full.

The latter is operated by the Orbital Carriage Company. First, a rail-like device is laid on the main street. The horses are on the inside and the wheels are turned on. It is easy and labor-saving, so it can pull a larger double-decker carriage and ride close to 50 guests. The problem is that the route is fixed, the site is fixed, and many places can't go, it is more dull.

After ten minutes, the sound of the wheel hitting the track was far and near, and a double-decker carriage stopped in front of the station at Iron Cross Street.

"Go to Besik Street." Klein said to the coachman.

"You have to go to Champagne Street, but when you get there, it takes about ten minutes to walk to Besik Street." The coachman explained the route problem.

"Then go to Champagne Street." Klein nodded.

"More than 4 kilometers, 4 pence." A young man with a white face beside the driver.

He is the staff responsible for collecting money.

"Okay." Klein took out four copper pennies from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

He walked into the carriage and found that there were not many occupants, even though there were several vacancies on the first floor.

"There are only 3 pence on the body, and I have to come back." Klein pressed his hat and sat down firmly.

The men and women on this floor are mostly dressed up, wearing overalls and leisurely reading newspapers, but almost no one speaks, quite quiet.

Klein closed his eyes and recharged his eyes, not to manage the coming and going of the passengers around him.

One stop after another, he finally heard the words "Champagne Street".

After getting off the carriage and asking along the way, he soon came to Besik Street and saw the pub with the brown and yellow hound logo.

Klein stretched out his right hand and pushed hard. The heavy door slowly opened, and the sound of snoring and the rushing heat wave rushed.

Although it is still in the afternoon, there are already many customers in the pub. They have temporary workers, looking for opportunities here, waiting to be hired, others doing nothing, using alcohol to paralyze themselves.

The pub was quite dim. There were two large iron cages in the center. The lower third was deep into the ground. There was no gap. People held wooden wine glasses and surrounded them. They sometimes talked loudly and sometimes cursed and laughed.

Klein curiously glanced at it and found that there were two dogs in it, one black and white, similar to the huskies of the earth. One of them was dark, shiny, and fierce.

"Do you want to bet? Doug has won eight games in a row!" A short man in a brown bonnet came close and pointed at the black dog.

Bet on? Klein was a glimpse, and immediately awakened:

"Dog fighting?"

At Hoy University, those aristocratic students and wealthy children always ask themselves contemptuously and curiously, asking rude workers, unemployed hooligans to like to participate in boxing and gambling in the pub? In addition to boxing and playing cards, does the gambling project contain items such as **** fighting and fighting dogs?

The short man smiled and said:

"Sir, we are civilized people, we will not do such a decent thing."

Having said that, he whispered: "And last year, laws were introduced to ban these things..."

"What are you betting on?" Klein was curious.

"See who is a good ‘hunter’.” The short man just finished, and there was a sensation in the field.

He turned his head and glanced at it:

"This game started, you can't bet, let's wait for the next one."

Klein heard the words, raised his toes, raised his head, and looked at him. He saw two strong men dragging a sack, and came to the iron cage, opened the "prison door" and dumped the things inside.

It is a gray, disgusting animal!

Klein carefully identified and found that it was a mouse, dozens of hundreds of mice!

Because the iron cage was deep underground, there was no gap, and the rats were stalking around, but they could not escape.

At this time, the chain of the two dogs was untied as the cage door closed.

"Wang!" The black dog rushed over and killed a mouse.

The black and white dog first had a slap in the face, then excitedly played with the mice.

People around you, holding a glass of wine, focus on gazing, or shouting loudly:

"Knock it! Kill it!"

"Doug Doug!"

... GodTM dog catches the mouse... Klein wakes up and twitches at the corner of his mouth.

The gambling project here is actually the mouse that the dog is holding more...

Maybe you can still take a few more...

It’s no wonder that there have been people buying live mice on the Iron Cross Street...

It’s really special...

Klein shook his head and laughed back, circling the crowd of alcoholic people from the edge and coming to the front of the bar.

“New face?” The bartender looked up at the cup and looked at him. “One cup of rye beer, one penny of Enmat beer, four pennies of Southville beer, or you want a cup of pure malt?”

"I am looking for Mr. Wright." Klein spoke straight.

The bartender whistled and shouted to the side:

"Old man, someone is looking for you."

"Hey, who..." A vague voice came out, and a drunken old man stood up behind the bar.

He blinked and looked at Klein:

"Young man, are you looking for me?"

"Mr. Wright, I want to hire a mercenary squad to do the task." Klein replied in accordance with Dunn's instructions.

"The mercenary squad? Are you living in an adventure story? You haven't had it for a long time!" The bartender interrupted.

Wright was silent for a few seconds:

"Who told you to come here to find?"

"Dun, Dunn Smith." Klein answered truthfully.

Lighter laughed at the time:

"I understand, in fact... the mercenary squad still exists, just change the form and change the name that is closer to the current society. You can find one on the 2nd floor of No. 36 Zouteland Street."

"Thank you." Klein sincerely thanked and turned and squeezed out the bar.

He was out of the door, and the alcoholic people around him suddenly quieted down, only to whisper:

"Doug has lost..."

" Lost..."

Klein shook his head with a funny smile, and quickly left, asking for the way to nearby Zouteland Street.

"30,32,34...here." He counted the house number and walked into the stairs.

Going around the corner and stepping up, he saw the vertical sign and saw the current name of the so-called mercenary squad:

"Black Thorny Security Company."