Chapter 45: The Antigonus Revelation

According to Captain Dunn, once a feeling of déjà vu arose in him, it probably means...

Klein suddenly sat straight up.

Yes, it's that notebook! That Antigonus family's notebook!

The Antigonus notebook is in the apartment across from the kidnappers'!

Although it was very coincidental, Klein believed that his intuition was correct. He immediately got out of bed, rapidly changed out of the old clothes he usually wore to bed, and picked up a white shirt beside him, draping it on.

One, two, three… On careful look, Klein realized that he had made a mistake buttoning the first button, causing the shirt to warp.

Without time to tie a bow tie, he draped his formal suit on, and with a hat and cane in each hand, he walked to the door.

The moment he was out the door, Klein felt a cool breeze, and his entire being calmed down. The street in front of him was dark and silent without any pedestrians, with only the gas lamps illuminating the streets.

Klein took out his pocket watch and snapped it open. It was just six in the morning, and the crimson moonlight had not completely faded away.

He was just about to seek out an expensive for-hire carriage when he saw a two-horse, four-wheeled trackless carriage approaching him.

"There are public carriages this early in the morning?" Klein was puzzled as he went forward and waved for it to stop.

"Good morning, Sir." The carriage driver stopped the horses skillfully.

The ticketing officer beside him had his hand to his mouth while yawning.

"To Zouteland Street." Klein scooped out a few coins from his pocket.

After paying for the ride, Klein got onto the empty carriage that exuded a clear loneliness amid the dark night.

Under the illumination of dawn, the carriage drove towards Zouteland Street. Klein closed his eyes and recalled the experiences from yesterday, hoping to notice if he had forgotten anything.

The carriage finally arrived at Zouteland Street. Klein pressed his hat and briskly jumped off the carriage.

He soon arrived outside Blackthorn Security Company after going up the flight of stairs.

The door was still closed and had yet to open. Klein took a brass key, inserted it into the keyhole, and twisted it. He pushed forward as the door slowly opened and saw Leonard Mitchell.

"You seem to be in a rush," the poet-like Nighthawk said.

"Where's Captain?" Klein asked.

Leonard pointed at the partition. "He's in the office. As an advanced Sleepless, he only needs two hours of sleep in the day."

Klein nodded and quickly passed through the partition, seeing that Dunn Smith had opened the door to his office and was standing at its entrance.

"What's the matter?" Dunn dressed in his black windbreaker said.

"The feeling of déjà vu came to me. It should be the notebook. The Antigonus family's notebook." Klein tried to explain.

"Where was that?" Dunn Smith's expression did not have any obvious changes.

"It's at the place Leonard and I saved the hostage yesterday. Opposite the kidnappers' room. I didn't notice it back then until I had a dream and received a revelation." Klein did not conceal anything.

"From the looks of it, I missed out on making huge contributions." Leonard walked to the partition.

Dunn nodded slightly as he instructed with a solemn expression, "Get Kenley to replace Old Neil's watch of the armory. Let Old Neil and Frye come with us."

Leonard stopped acting frivolous as he immediately informed Kenley and Frye, who were in the Nighthawks' entertainment room. One of them was a Sleepless, and the other was a Corpse Collector.

Five minutes later, the two-wheeled carriage that belonged to the Nighthawks began driving down the sparse streets in the morning.

Leonard wore a feather hat, a shirt, and a vest, standing as the carriage driver. Inside the carriage, Klein and Old Neil sat on one side. Facing them were Dunn Smith and Frye.

The Corpse Collector's skin was so white it looked like it either had not been under the sun in a very long while or he had a severe blood deficiency. He looked to be in his thirties with a cold and dark demeanor and a faint smell from often touching corpses.

"Repeat the situation again in detail." Dunn adjusted the collar of his black windbreaker.

Klein stroked the hanging topaz in his sleeve as he began from their mission commissioning until the dream.

By the side, Old Neil chuckled, "Your fate seems to be entwined with that Antigonus family's notebook. I never expected you to see it in such a manner."

Klein found the situation rather curious. It was too coincidental!

Dunn did not express his ideas, as he was in deep thought. Likewise, Corpse Collector Frye maintained his silence.

Soon the carriage stopped at the building mentioned by Klein.

"Let's go up. Klein, you and Old Neil walk behind. Be careful, very careful." Dunn got off the carriage and pulled out a strange revolver with a clearly long and thick barrel.

The five Beyonders walked orderly into the building, and with very light footsteps, they arrived at the third floor.

"Is this the place?" Leonard pointed at the apartment opposite the kidnappers.

Klein activated his Spirit Vision. In this state, his spiritual perception was enhanced.

Klein found the door familiar as if he had once entered it before and nodded.

Old Neil also activated his spiritual perception. "There's no one inside, nor are there any spiritual glows of magic."

Corpse Collector Frye added with a hoarse voice, "There aren't any evil spirits."

He could see many spiritual bodies, including evil spirits and restless wraiths, even without activating his Spirit Vision.

Leonard took a step forward and, like yesterday, punched the door, shattering it.

Klein seemed to feel an invisible seal instantly vanish. Immediately following that, he caught a whiff of an intense stench.

"There's a rotting corpse," Frye described coldly; he did not appear to suffer from nausea.

Dunn reached out his black-gloved right hand and pushed open the door slowly. The first thing that they saw was a chimney. For early July, there was an abnormal heat emanating from the room.

In front of the chimney was a rocking chair. Sitting on it was an old woman dressed in black and white. Her head hung low.

Her body was abnormally large. Her skin was blackish-green and swollen. It felt like she would explode from a simple prod, spewing a foul rotting stench from within as maggots and other parasites squirmed between her flesh, blood, and rotting juices.

The old woman's eyeballs then dropped to the floor and rolled a few times, leaving behind a yellowish-brown streak.

Klein felt disgusted. Unable to tolerate the putrid stench any longer, he bent over and puked.