Leonard's chanting sounded like a soothing song, gently reverberating between the left and right doors, and within the winding wooden staircase. Klein's spirit suddenly became dazed, as if he saw the quiet moonlight and the peaceful, undulating lake surface. His eyelids quickly grew heavier, as if he could fall asleep even while standing. In this state of blurred perception, he felt an invisible, strange, and indifferent gaze coming from behind, as if he were wandering in the spirit world. A strange sense of déjà vu rose up, and Klein suddenly regained his thoughts, leaning on his own strong inspiration and the extremely familiar meditation,勉强摆脱ed the influence of "Midnight Poem". But he still remained calm physically and mentally, unable to generate any other emotions. Soon, Leonard stopped chanting and turned his head to smile: "I'm considering applying for a Fenepot guitar. How can chanting be without accompaniment?" "Ha ha, just kidding. I heard they were all asleep." The black-haired, green-eyed, poet-like member of the night watch team stepped forward and walked to the door where the kidnappers and hostages were located. He suddenly swung his shoulders, clenched his fists, and pounded the door lock. Click! The wooden boards around the door lock shattered, and the sound was very faint. "This requires precise control." Leonard said with a chuckle as he turned his head and reached into the hole to open the door. The already清醒ed Klein was not as confident as him. He inserted his hand under his armpit, pulled out his pistol, and adjusted the cylinder to ensure he could fire immediately. As the door moved back, he saw a man lying on the table sleeping, with the pistol at his feet, and a man dazedly rubbing his eyes, trying to stand up. Kick! Leonard took a sliding step closer and knocked out the approaching kidnapper who was about to wake up. Klein was about to follow and enter when, suddenly, as if sensing something, he suddenly turned around, facing the staircase. Tap, tap, tap, the footsteps went up from below, gradually becoming clearer. A man in a brown coat, without a hat, holding a bag of bread, passed around the corner of the staircase, heading to the third floor. Suddenly, he stopped and saw the shiny metal gun muzzle looking down at him. His pupils reflected a young man wearing a half-high silk hat, dressed in black formal attire, with a matching tie, a cane leaning against the railing, and that dangerous revolver. "Stop all your movements, raise your hands, three, two..." Klein's voice was low and soothing. He held the revolver with both hands, trying to treat the other person as a target for practice. In the tense atmosphere, the man in the brown coat dropped the bag of bread and slowly raised his hands. "Sir, did you misunderstand something?" He stared fixedly at the finger on the trigger of Klein's hand, squeezing out a little smile and said. Klein could not immediately determine whether he was a partner of the kidnappers or a neighbor next door, but his appearance showed no abnormality. He said in a deep voice: "Don't try to struggle. Someone will come to verify if it was a misunderstanding later." At this time, Leonard, who had dealt with the kidnappers in the room, came out, glanced at the man at the corner of the staircase, and said leisurely: "So the kidnappers have a partner, responsible for escorting and purchasing food?" When he heard this, the man in the brown coat's pupils contracted, suddenly lifted his foot, kicking the bag of bread in front of him, trying to block Klein's view. Klein seemed not affected and acted calmly, pulling the trigger. Bang! A pool of blood appeared on the man's left shoulder. He rolled down and was about to escape to the second floor, but Leonard had already reached out to support the railing and jumped down. A dull thud sounded, and Leonard landed from the sky on the man. The man fell into a coma, and Leonard wiped off some bloodstains on it and looked up at Klein, chuckling: "Your shooting skills are not bad." I The thought was to hit him on the leg... Klein's mouth twitched slightly, and he smelled a faint scent of blood from his nose. He discovered that after taking the "Diviner" potion, although his vision, hearing, and sense of touch had not improved, he could still "see" the blocked things and still "hear" the faint footsteps, thus being able to make judgments in advance. Is this within the realm of "inspiration"? Klein thoughtfully nodded and looked at Leonard as he saw him searching for a sharp dagger from the kidnapper's companion and dragging the person into the room. With one hand holding a gun and the other carrying a staff, Klein entered the room where the kidnapper was, and saw Elliot Vicrolor waking up from the gunshot, his body changing from a curled position to a straight one, and slowly sitting up. The original three kidnappers were tightly bound by Leonard using the ropes they used to restrain Elliot, tied together like a string and thrown to the corner - the incomplete parts were torn from their clothes as substitutes. The one shot in the shoulder was unconscious and receiving bandaging, but Leonard disapproved of the filth and did not help him remove the bullet. "Are you... Are you?" Elliot saw the scene before him and stammered with hidden surprise. "Yes, you guessed it right, very accurately," Leonard, who was crouching, replied casually. I didn't expect this guy actually has a bit of a sense of humor... Klein lowered his revolver and looked at Elliot: "We are the mercenaries hired by your father, you can also call us security personnel." "Ah, really? Have I been rescued?" Elliot asked with joy and not daring to move randomly. It was obvious that in the short few hours from being kidnapped to now, he had endured a lot of hardship and had lost the impulsiveness that one's age should have. Leonard stood up and said to Klein: "Go down and find the patrolling police, tell that tobacco merchant that I don't want to go out like a kidnapper with a child and these four guys." While thinking about how to handle the aftermath, Klein nodded, put away the revolver, took the staff, and walked towards the stairs. As he descended step by step, he vaguely felt that he had forgotten something, and heard Leonard say to Elliot: "Don't be nervous, you'll soon see your father, mother, and the old butler Cleary. Or shall we play a game of chess in Quintet?" ... Klein smiled through his teeth and walked out onto the street. Following the directions of the passersby, he found two patrolling police officers. He did not use the emblem and identification of the "Special Operations Department", but instead presented himself as a professional security personnel and recounted the whole story in detail. As for the issue of carrying weapons, he was not worried at all because he had just obtained the "All-Class Weapon Use Permit" the day before - it was applied through an internal channel and the approval process would be very fast. The two police officers glanced at each other, one went to inform the backup team, informing the Vickers family, while the other followed Klein back to the room where the kidnappers were. After waiting for over forty minutes, taking advantage of the police's inattention, Leonard gave Klein a signal and led him out of the room. "Believe me, going to the police station is a waste of time. Let's leave first," the poet-like night watchman explained with a relaxed expression. Klein, with the mentality that a tall person would support him if the sky fell, did not refute and followed behind. Another hour passed, and several fast-moving carriages rushed to the building where the kidnappers were. The old butler, Cleary, accompanied his obese master, Vickers, down. Up to this point, he was still in a state of confusion, unable to believe that the good news came so quickly, as if it were a dream. Suddenly, he heard a crisp sound and instinctively turned his head to look: A two-wheeled carriage passed by, the windows open, and Leonard with black hair and green eyes gave another snap of his fingers. After passing Cleary's carriage, Leonard closed the windows, turned around, and looked at Klein. He smiled and raised his right hand and said: "Have a pleasant cooperation!" It seemed that they were not familiar... Klein politely shook hands with the other person. He did not expect that the kidnapping case could be resolved so quickly, and could only secretly sigh in amazement. The extraordinary ones are truly extraordinary, even though I'm just a half-baked Sequence 9, I can still do many incredible things. "This is the gesture that the nobles make to express celebration after sword fighting," Leonard explained with a smile. "I know," Klein had many classmates from the nobility. He looked out of the window and frowned slightly, saying: "Shouldn't we confirm with Mr. Cleary? If he thinks that Elliot was rescued by the police, our reward will be reduced by half." A whopping 100 pounds! As for providing the whereabouts of the kidnappers, since the "meeting" just happened, there would be no doubts. "Don't worry, money is not so important in our lives," Leonard shrugged and smiled. ... For me, it is extremely important! Klein forced a polite smile and said: "Many poets died young because of poverty." Leonard chuckled: "I believe Eliot wouldn't lie about this. I can tell that he still retains innocence. However, even if he gets a 200-pound reward, you won't be able to get much of it." "How much can I get?" Klein asked immediately. "According to the long-standing, unwritten rule, half of the payment should be given to Mrs. Oliona as extra funds for the team, and the rest should be divided equally among the participating members. Unfortunately, you are not a full member, so you can probably only get about 10 percent." 10 pounds? Not bad... Klein pretended not to feel sorry and asked: "Don't you worry that the kidnappers will wake up and realize they have been influenced by extraordinary power?" "They won't doubt it. They will only think that it was because the weather was so good and suitable for sleep that they couldn't help but collapse. They might even believe that the chanting only exists in dreams, and this is something we have verified." Leonard replied very confidently, "But your demon-hunting bullet will be strange. Of course, a strange person who likes mysticism is a very reasonable explanation." "Um." Klein let go of his worry and felt as if he had forgotten or overlooked something. ... Back on Zortlan Street, Klein didn't wait for Cleary to arrive. Instead, he went for a walk to Welch's residence, changed his route to go home, and bought some beef, cabbage, etc. as ingredients for dinner. It was still a pleasant dinner, with the three siblings chatting casually while studying. Only one more visitor had arrived. He was a staff member who came to collect all the one-penny coins in the gas meter. As the night deepened, the siblings said goodnight to each other and went to their rooms. Klein was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly awakened by the rustling sounds outside. He was puzzled and opened the door, coming to the unoccupied bedroom. Pushing open the dimly lit door, Klein saw a gray table. On the table was a notebook, with a hard cover and completely stained black. An inexplicable sense of déjà vu surfaced in his mind. Klein walked over and opened the notebook. The opened page depicted a pattern, that of a "fool" wearing magnificent clothes and splendid headgear! Below the "fool" was a line in Greek: "All will die, including me." Klein was startled. Suddenly, he noticed that the corners of the "fool's" mouth were curled up! Whew! He sat up abruptly, saw the crimson moonlight through the curtains, saw the bookshelf and desk, saw the outline of his own bedroom, and realized that he had had a nightmare. As a "diviner", he knew that dreams always revealed something. So he carefully reflected on it. During the recollection, Klein froze for a moment because he knew what he had overlooked today! Lost in Leonard's chanting, he was subjected to an invisible, indifferent, and coming-from-behind gaze. This gaze was different from normal meditation and the experience of using telepathy, giving him a sense of déjà vu! According to Captain Dunn's statement, if such a feeling occurs, it often means... Klein sat up straight, confirmed his feeling: Yes, it was it, that notebook! That Antigonus family notebook!
