Chapter 13 Night Mant

Duh!

Klein couldn't help taking a step backwards, not knowing for a moment whether he was awake or still dreaming.

The figure took off his black hat, bowed slightly, and said with a low smile:

"Get to know you again, night watchman Dunn. Smith."

The night watchman? The Night Goddess Church of the Extraordinary that Justice and the Upside-down Dangler mentioned? Klein suddenly realized something, and before he could think of it again, he blurted out:

"You manipulate dreams? Did you make me dream like that?"

Night watchman Dunn Smith put on his black top hat again to hide his slightly higher hairline, and his dark gray eyes smiled:

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

His voice, mellow and soft, echoed through the dark, dim corridor like a dream that did not disturb others:

"In the dream, although there will be usually repressed emotions and various dark psychological amplification, so that everything seems chaotic, absurd and crazy, but the truth still exists, still hidden in it." It's all obvious and easy to see to an old hand like me, and I trust you more in your dreams than in your waking ones."

It is Who in their right mind can control their dreams? If I dream about something on Earth, it's like Dunn. Smith found out? Crane shuddered, terrified of what had happened in his dream.

But he soon gets a little weird, because he remembers being awake and sane in the dream, knowing what to say and what not to say.

In short, it doesn't feel like a dream at all!

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

Crane's thoughts whirled, and he had some vague insight.

Is this a perk of time travel, such as the uniqueness of your own spirit, or an added effect of the "transshipment ritual"?

"So, Mr. Smith, are you sure I really have lost my memory?" Klein organizes a rhetorical rhetorical question.

Dunn Smith did not answer directly, but gave him a deep look.

"You're not surprised by this sort of thing?"

"I've met clients who don't believe in extraordinary powers even when they've just had a dream, preferring to think they haven't really woken up yet."

Klein said, "HMM."

"Maybe it was because I was praying and expecting such a power to help me."

"Interesting thinking logic... Maybe you're not just lucky to be alive." Dunn nodded without a smile. "I can now confirm that you really have lost some of your memory because of this incident, especially related to the incident itself."

"So I can go back?" Klein asked tentatively, with an inner sigh.

Dunn put his pocket in one hand and slowly walked over, and the night around him became quiet and soft.

"No, you still have to come with me to see the 'expert.'" The corners of his mouth turned politely upward.

'Why? Klein blurted out, adding quickly, "You don't trust your own dream guide?"

Are you kidding me? If the "expert" is good at hypnosis, mind reading, etc., then my biggest secret is out, right?

You can't imagine what the result will be!

"I'm always modest, but when it comes to dreams, I have some faith." Dunn replied calmly, "But it's good to be sure of key, important things, and besides, she's very different from what I'm good at, and it might help you recover some of your memory."

Without waiting for Klein, his voice sank:

"After all, you are concerned with the whereabouts of the Antigonus notebooks."

'What? Klein stared.

Dunn stopped in front of him and looked into his gray eyes.

"There's no Quaternary notebook at the scene, not in the whole house. Welch is dead, Naya is dead, and you're the only clue."

"... All right." Klein was silent for a moment and then exhaled.

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

I didn't even think about what happened to that Quaternary notebook!

Dunn nodded invisibly, and as he passed Klein, he began:

"You lock the door and come with me to Welch's house right now, where the 'expert' is waiting for us."

After a silent breath, Klein's heart swelled and his stomach faltered.

He was willing to refuse, even to run away, but believed that there was a path to the dream, Dunn. Smith must have raised his guard, and with the difference in strength between the normal and the extraordinary, forcing it would not have much chance of success.

He must still have a pistol on him... Someone who has practiced shooting a lot...

With all kinds of thoughts competing in his head, Klein finally chose to recognize the reality:

"All right."

Well, I'll just have to take it one step at a time, and maybe that special thing in my dream will work again...

"Let's go, then." There was no ripple in Mr. Dunn's tone.

Crane turned and followed for two steps, then 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 gave him a deep look and said:

"No problem, Crane. Believe me, in the dark, I'm stronger than you think."

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

He did not try recklessly, honestly solved the lower abdomen, and then washed his face with cold water, so that he was completely calm down.

After changing his clothes and closing the door of his house, Klein followed Dunn softly down the stairs to the apartment door.

In such peace, Dunn. Smith suddenly said:

"At the end of the dream, why did you want to run away? What are you afraid of?"

Kline's thoughts were electric, and he replied:

"I don't remember what I did at Welch's house, and I don't remember whether I was the direct cause of his and Naya's deaths, and I don't dare bet on it if it turns out to be me. I'd rather run away and start a new life on the South Continent."

"If it were me, I'd be the same way." Dunn pushed open the apartment door and let the cool midnight air blow away the heat inside.

He was not afraid of Crane's escape, and he went first into the carriage, which Crane had seen in his dream, a four-wheeled, one-horse, driver, with the police system logo "Two swords crossed, surrounded by crowns" painted on the side of the carriage.

Klein followed and found it covered with a thick carpet and filled with a calming aroma.

Sitting down casually, he looked for a topic and tried to find out more:

"Mr. Smith, if, and I mean if, the 'experts' prove that I have indeed forgotten that part of my memory, and there is no other evidence that I am the perpetrator and not the victim, then the matter is over?"

"The theory is that we will find the note some other way, and as long as it still exists, it will be found. Of course, before this, we will make sure that you have no curse, no lingering evil spirit smell, no corresponding psychological problems, and can meet the future life in peace and health." Dunn Smith smiled, a strange smile.

Klein sensed this and, unable to relax, asked:

"Theoretically?"

"Yes, just in theory. It's a field full of things that are twisted, counterintuitive, unbelievable." Dunn looked into Crane's eyes and said, "Their duration, their end, sometimes, is not something we can foresee and control."

"Like what?" For a moment Crane was a little frightened.

As the carriage sped along the nearly deserted street, Dunn took out his pipe and sniffed:

"Just when we think it's over and everything is back to normal, it comes back in a scary, scary way."

"A few years ago, we dealt with a cult case, they organized followers to commit suicide to complete the living sacrifice, to please the evil god, one of the believers was selected, survival instinct over stupidity, over faith, over LSD, secretly ran to the police station to report."

"The matter was handed over to us to deal with, a small task, because the cult had no extraordinary people, and the gods they sacrificed were arbitrary ideas of their leaders, in order to amass money and enjoy themselves, devoid of humanity."

"We only used two team members, coupled with the cooperation of the police, to successfully solve this cult, not a single net." As for the person who reported the case, we also confirmed that he had no smell of evil spirits, no curse, no psychological disorder, no personality problems, and no other strange traces."

"Since then, his career has gone well, he has married a wonderful wife, he has a son and a daughter, all the shadows seem to have gone away from him, and all the horrors and bloodshed of the past seem to have disappeared completely."

Speaking of which, Dunn. Smith smiled and said:

"But in March of this year, he, who was in good financial condition, had a strong relationship with his wife and a smart and lovely child, died, choking himself to death in his office."

The crimson moon shone out of the carriage window, shining down on Dunn. On Smith.

At this moment, his seemingly self-deprecating smile made Klein feel creepy, unspeakably creepy.

"Strangled myself..." Klein drew a silent breath, as if seeing his own sad end.

If you dodged a bullet, it was only for a while, you know?

Is there any way to solve this once and for all?

Let yourself be extraordinary against it?

The car fell silent, and Kline's myriad thoughts came and went.

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

Just as Crane had made up his mind to shamelessly consult Dunn. Smith, to see what solution there was, the carriage stopped.

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

"Let's go down." Dunn adjusted his black trench coat to his knees. "Oh, I should like to introduce you in advance, 'The Expert' is disguised as the most famous psychic in Ahoa County."

Klein stopped thinking and asked curiously:

"What about who she really is?"

Dunn half turned his body and turned back, his gray eyes deep:

"A real psychic."