Chapter 201: Inquiry

Chapter Two Hundred OneInquiry

Leaning against the wall, staring into the darkness on the other side of the corridor, Klein instinctively held his breath.

What is the Captain doing?

What happened to the Captain?

Was he drinking blood?

Is he showing early signs of losing control?

Thought after thought surged up. His mind was a chaotic mess, completely unable to produce effective thinking.

After more than ten seconds, Klein gritted his teeth. Borrowing the Clown’s control over his body, he silently moved to the staircase.

Then he deliberately made his footsteps heavier, walked back, and once again arrived at Madam Sharon’s bedroom door.

He looked inside and saw the Captain standing there, wrapping Sealed Artifact 3-0217 layer after layer in black cloth. Dunn’s expression was heavy, his gray eyes deep, and his face clean.

What Klein had seen moments ago seemed to have been merely an illusion.

From the corner of his eye, Klein saw that Kernli’s corpse showed nothing newly abnormal. It remained as it had been before.

He secretly inhaled, then asked, “Captain, how should I confirm whether those servants are asleep? Relying only on spirit vision does not seem accurate enough. They may produce different emotional reactions because of dreams, showing corresponding colors.”

Holding the Spirit Medium’s Mirror, Dunn Smith remained silent for several seconds. His voice was hoarse as he said, “I am sorry. I forgot. I have made far too many mistakes tonight.

“You do not need to check. I will confirm it.”

He raised one hand and pressed it to the center of his brow. Then he closed his eyes, allowing invisible ripples to spread circle after circle toward other rooms and toward the first floor.

Whether someone was asleep or not was perfectly clear before a Nightmare.

Klein stared blankly at this scene. Slowly, his eyelids lowered, and he bit hard against the inside of his lip.

Captain, you really were only trying to send me away just now…

What exactly were you doing? Do you know what you were doing?

He abruptly turned his head and looked toward the window. That crimson moon hung high above, seemingly unchanged for thousands upon thousands of years.

After settling himself for a while, Klein used the excuse of collecting tarot cards, revolvers, half-top silk hats, and other items to carefully examine the bodies of Kernli and Madam Sharon again.

They retained the appearance they had at death. Their skin had turned pale at a speed exceeding that of ordinary people, carrying a faint bluish-purple color.

A little strange. They seem to be missing something… not a specific object, but a certain feeling…

Klein silently murmured to himself. The cool wind blowing in from the shattered window made the fine hairs on his body rise one by one.

At that moment, Dunn opened his eyes and said in a low voice, “They are all still sleeping. Only a few are close to waking.”

“That is good. That is good…”

Klein looked at the Captain, not even knowing what he was answering.

Dunn swept his gaze around and said, “Handle the items at the scene, then go to the nearest police station and have people come over. Hm, while you are at it, return to Zouteland Street and have Frye come help.”

Klein looked deeply at the Captain. With clenched teeth, he nodded.

“Mm.”

With Dunn’s help, he quickly dealt with the scene, then left Madam Sharon’s house through the main entrance.

Crossing the garden and arriving outside, Klein could not help glancing back. The small building still crouched quietly within the darkness, without the slightest light.

He turned heavily and, relying on memory, swiftly found the nearest police station—common knowledge every Nighthawk had to remember.

Dang, dang, dang. Klein knocked on the iron gate.

Before long, the policeman on night duty carried a storm lantern across the small courtyard and opened the gate, examining Klein suspiciously.

“What is the matter?”

Klein could not force out any expression. With a heavy face, he…