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The notes of the Antigonus family are in the room opposite the kidnappers!

Although this is a coincidence, Klein believes that his feelings are not wrong.

He immediately turned away from the bed and took off the old clothes he wore while sleeping.

He took the white shirt next to him and put it on his body, quickly snapping the button from top to bottom.

One, two, three... He suddenly noticed "less" buttons, and the left and right sides seemed to be less symmetrical.

A closer look, Klein found that he had the right button from the beginning, and the shirt became distorted.

He shook his head helplessly, took a deep breath, slowly spit out, and applied some meditation skills to restore his calmness.

Wearing a white shirt and black trousers, he barely fits the underarm strap and takes the revolver hidden under the soft pillow and put it inside.

He refused to tie the bow tie. He put on his formal attire and walked to the door with a cap and a cane.

Wearing a half-height silk hat, Klein gently twisted the handle, opened the door and entered the hallway.

Carefully close the bedroom door, he is almost like a thief, underground stairs, using the pen and paper in the living room to leave two lines of words, indicating that I forgot to say that the company had something last night, need to arrive early today.

Out of the door, Klein felt a refreshing cool breeze and the whole person was quiet.

The street in front of him was dark and silent, no pedestrians, only the light of the gas street lamp was quietly shining.

Klein took the pocket watch from the inside pocket and slammed it open. He found that just after six o'clock, the moonlight of the blush had not completely faded, but there was a glimmer of light on the horizon.

He was looking for an expensive rental coach hire, and suddenly saw a double-horse four-wheeled trackless public carriage coming over.

“Is there a public carriage so early?” Klein was a little surprised, greeted him and waved.

"Good morning, sir." The coachman skillfully stopped the horse.

The staff responsible for the charges next to him covered his mouth with his hand and yawned.

"Go to Zouteland Street." Klein said as he pulled out two 1p, four and a half pennies from his trouser pocket.

"4 pence." The staff responsible for the charge did not hesitate to answer.

After passing the fare, Klein got on the carriage and saw that it was empty. There were no other guests, and there was a clear silence in the dark.

"You are the first." The driver said with a smile.

The two brown horses took a step and walked relatively briskly.

"Frankly, I didn't expect to have a public carriage so early." Klein sat down near the driver's seat and replied casually to distract him and ease his inner tension.

The coachman laughed at himself:

"Every day from 6 o'clock to 9 o'clock in the evening, but my weekly salary is only 1 pound."

"Is there no time to rest?" Klein asked strangely.

"A week off for a day off." The coachman's tone became heavy.

The toll collector next to him added:

"We are responsible for the morning from 6am to 11pm, then go to lunch, go to lunch break, wait until after dinner, it is 6 o'clock, then replace colleagues... even if we don't have to rest, two horses are needed."

"It used to be not like this. Since some coachmen are too tired, there are mistakes that should not be made, the horses are out of control, the carriages are overturned, and there is such a rotation... How can the group of vampires suddenly become kind!" The driver laughed. One sound.

In the morning light, the public carriage drove towards Zouteland Street, with only seven or eight passengers along the way.

After Klein eased his tension a little, he stopped talking, closed his eyes, and flashed back yesterday's experience frame by frame to see if there were any other omissions.

When the sun rose completely, the sky was really bright and the public carriage arrived at Zouteland Street.

Klein pressed his hat with his left hand and jumped out of the carriage.

He walked quickly to No. 36 Zouteland Street and arrived at the Blackthorn Security Company along the stairs.

At this point, the door is closed and not yet open.

Klein took the keychain from his waist and found the corresponding thing in the brass color. He stuffed it into the hole and twisted it.

He pushed forward and let the door slowly open, and Leonard Mitchell, who saw the black and green, was sniffing the recently popular cigarettes.

“In fact, I prefer cigars... do you look eager?” the poet-like night-timer asked casually and comfortably.

"What about the captain?" Klein did not answer.

Leonard pointed to the partition:

"In his office. As a "sleeper" promotion, he only needs to rest for two hours during the day. I think those factory owners and bankers definitely like this potion."

Klein nodded and walked through the partition and saw that Dunn Smith had opened the door of the office and stood at the entrance.

"What's the matter?" He was wearing a black trench coat and carrying a gold-plated cane with a calm and serious expression.

"I have the feeling of 'who seems to have seen it'. It should be the note, the notes of the Antigonus family." Klein tried to control himself and made the answer clear.

"Where?" Dunn Smith's face did not change significantly.

But Kline’s inspiration tells him that there seems to be a distinct, invisible fluctuation in the other side, which may be the sparkle of the spirit or the change of emotion.

"On the place where Leonard and I rescued the hostage yesterday, across the room of the kidnapper, I didn't notice it until I had a dream and got a revelation." Klein didn't make any concealment.

"It seems that I missed a very big credit yesterday." Leonard, who did not know when to go to the partition, chuckled.

Dunn slightly decapitated and said with solemnity:

"Let Cohenri replace the old Neil guardian arsenal, let the old Neil, Frye and us go together."

Leonard did not show frivolity again, and immediately notified Cohenli and Frye in the night entertainment room. One of them was "sleeper" and the other was "collector."

Five minutes later, the two-wheeled carriage belonging to the night squad quickly ran up, and the pedestrians were not too early in the morning.

Leonard wore a felt hat, dressed in a shirt and vest, and temporarily acted as a coachman, sometimes swaying the whip from the air to make it crisp.

Inside the train, Klein and Daniel are on the same side, opposite Dunn Smith and Frye.

The skin of the "collector" is so white that it has not been sunburned for a long time, or severe ischemia. He is about thirty years old, with dark blue eyes, high nose, thin lips, cold and dark temperament. Some of the perennial touches of the body's light taste.

"You will repeat the matter in detail." Dunn took care of his collar of black trench coat.

Kleinmo smashed the citrine pendant covered by the sleeves. From the time of accepting the commission, he talked about the dream. The old Neil next to him smiled:

"You and the Antigone family's notes seem to have some kind of fate, so you can meet them."

Yes, this is too coincidental! If Leonard just mentioned that the preliminary trial of Eliot’s kidnapping case shows that there is no secret force or mysterious force to manipulate, but a case of simply taking risks for money, I doubt who was deliberately arranged... Ryan is also very surprised about this.

It’s too coincidental!

Dunn did not express his opinion, as if he was thinking about it, and the "collector" Frye, who was also wearing a black trench coat, kept the same silence.

Until the carriage stopped, the building that Klein said appeared outside the window, and the sinking was broken.

"Let's go up, Klein, you and Daniel are at the end, be careful, you must be careful." Dunn got out of the carriage and pulled out a strange revolver from the arms that was obviously too long and thick. Stuffed in the right hand pocket.

"Okay." Klein dared to be at the forefront.

When Leonard found someone to guard the carriage, a group of five extraordinary people entered the stairway in an orderly manner, and the pace came very lightly to the third floor.

"Is it here?" Leonard pointed to the room opposite the kidnappers.

Klein tapped his eyebrows twice and opened his mind.

In this state, his inspiration has improved. He only feels that the door is familiar, and he seems to have entered it.

"Yes." He must be beheaded.

Old Neil also opened up his own vision, carefully observe the following:

"There are no people inside, and there is no magical light."

"The corpse" Frye added humbly:

"There is no evil spirit."

He does not need to open his mind, but he can also see many spirits, including evil spirits and resentments.

Leonard stepped forward, just like yesterday, a boxing was on the door lock.

This time, not only the surrounding wooden boards were broken, but even the door locks flew and slammed.

Klein only felt that some kind of invisible seal had disappeared instantly, and he followed it with a strong stench.

"The body, the rotting corpse." "The corpse" Frye stated coldly.

He has no nausea at all.

Dunn extended his right hand in black gloves and slowly pushed open the door. The first thing that caught everyone's eyes was a fireplace. In the early July weather, there was an abnormal sultry atmosphere.

In front of the fireplace, there was a rocking chair, and an old woman wearing a black and white dress sat down on her head.

Her whole person has grown a lot abnormally, and her skin is dark and green, and it bulges to shine. It seems that as soon as she pokes it, it bursts open, squirting rot, and a worm or parasite in flesh and blood. In the liquid, in the clothing and folds, climbed in and out - in the vision, they are like a spot of light, surrounded by a group of "darkness" that is extinguished.

Hey, hey.

The old woman's two eyes fell off, fell to the ground, rolled a few laps, leaving a few traces of yellow brown.

Klein had a nausea and could no longer restrain the effects of stench and vomited.