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Klein couldn't help stepping back. For a moment, he wasn't sure if he was awake or still in a dream.
The figure took off the black hat, bowing slightly and smiling softly:
"Let's get to know each other again, the Watcher, Dunn Smith."
Watcher? "Justice" and "The Hangman" had mentioned the Night Goddess Church's elite team code name? Klein suddenly had a flash of understanding, and then blurted out:
"You manipulate dreams? You made me have that dream just now?"
Dunn Smith, the Watcher, Dunn Smith, put the black hat back on, covering the slightly higher hairline, and his grey, deep eyes hinted at a smile as he said:
"Not really. I just entered your dream and provided necessary guidance."
His voice was rich and gentle, not disturbing the others' dreams as they echoed softly in the dark and faint corridor:
"In dreams, although there will be the amplification of suppressed emotions and various dark psychological states, making everything seem chaotic, absurd, and crazy, the truth still exists and is hidden within. For an experienced person like me, everything is obvious and easy to see. Compared to you in your waking state, I believe in you more in the dream."
... How could a normal person control their dreams? If I dream of something from Earth, wouldn't Dunn Smith discover it? Klein shuddered at the thought, filled with horror at his dream encounter.
But he soon sensed something strange, because he remembered that in the dream, he was very clear-headed and rational, knowing what to say and what not to say.
In simple terms, it was completely unlike a dream!
So, did Dunn Smith "see" what I wanted him to see?
Klein's thoughts raced, and he vaguely had a realization.
Is this a benefit of time travel, such as the special nature of one's soul, or the additional influence of that "transmutation ritual"?
"So, Mr. Smith, are you sure I really lost my memory?" Klein asked, organizing his words in response.
Dunn Smith didn't answer directly but instead gave him a deep look:
"Are you not surprised by such a thing?"
"Before, the clients I encountered, even if they just had a dream, didn't believe in extraordinary powers and preferred to think they hadn't truly woken up."
Klein "uh"ed and said:
"Perhaps because I was praying and expecting such power to help me."
"An interesting thought process... Maybe you survived not just because of luck."
Dunn nodded without a smile, "I can confirm now that you really lost some of your memory due to this event, especially the related event itself."
"Then can I go back?" Klein let out a long sigh and tentatively asked.
Dunn put his hand in his pocket and walked slowly over. The darkness around became quiet and gentle.
"No, you still have to come with me to see the 'expert'." He curled his lips politely.
"Why?" Klein blurted out, quickly adding, "You don't believe in your guidance of dreams?"
What a joke! If that "expert" was good at hypnosis or mind-reading abilities, wouldn't my biggest secret be exposed?
What would happen is unimaginable!
"I'm always modest, but regarding dreams, I still have some confidence." Dunn calmly and calmly replied, "However, the key and important matters, it's good to double-check again. Moreover, she and I are quite different in what we're good at, and perhaps she can help you restore some memory."
Before Klein could say anything more, his voice grew deeper:
"After all, you are related to the whereabouts of that Antigonus family notebook."
"What?" Klein was stunned for a moment.
Dunn stopped in front of him, his grey eyes staring into his own eyes:
"There is no such notebook from the fourth age at the scene, not in the entire house. Welch is dead, Naya is dead, and you are the only clue."
"... "All right." Klein was silent for a moment, then let out a breath.
The notebook is gone... This
It's really strange!
I actually never even thought about where that fourth geological notes book ended up!
Dunn gave a barely perceptible nod, then crossed past Klein and began speaking:
"Lock the door, now, and come with me to Welch's residence. The 'expert' is waiting for us there."
Klein took a silent breath, his heart pounding with anxiety.
He wanted to refuse and even wanted to run away, but believing that the precedent of his dream had set him on high alert, and given the disparity in strength between a normal person and an extraordinary one, forcibly doing so would not likely lead to success.
He must have a pistol on him... He should have practiced shooting many times before...
All kinds of thoughts were fiercely conflicting in his mind, and finally, he chose to face the reality:
"Okay."
Ah, we can only take one step at a time. Maybe the special thing in my dream will take effect again...
"Then let's go," Dunn's tone was completely calm.
Klein turned around and took two steps, then suddenly stopped and said:
"Mr. Smith, I... I want to go to the bathroom first."
I came out just to use the toilet...
Dunn didn't stop him but gave him a deep look and said:
"Nothing to worry about, Klein. Believe me, in the dark, I'm far stronger than you can imagine."
In the dark... Klein silently repeated those words.
He didn't rashly try, he honestly relieved the pressure in his stomach, then washed his face with cold water, calming himself completely.
Changing his clothes and hat, he closed the door of his own apartment, and gently followed Dunn down the stairs towards the apartment door.
In this calmness, Dunn Smith suddenly spoke:
"In the end of the dream, why did you want to escape? What were you afraid of?"
Klein's thoughts were lightning-fast, as he thought and answered:
"I don't remember doing anything at Welch's house, nor do I remember if I directly caused the death of him and Naya. I'm afraid that if it's finally confirmed that it was me, I can't dare to take the risk. It's better to run away and start a new life on the South Continent."
"If it were me, I would do the same." Dunn pushed open the apartment door, allowing the cool night wind to disperse the inside's heat.
He wasn't afraid that Klein would run away. He got on the carriage first, the one Klein had seen in his dream, four wheels, single horse, driver, the side of the carriage body was engraved with the police system symbol of "two swords crossed, surrounding a crown".
Klein followed in, and found that it was covered with thick carpet, and there was a calming aroma that filled his mind and body.
He sat down casually and found a topic to try to learn more about the situation:
"Mr. Smith, if... I mean if, the 'expert' confirms that I really forgot that part of my memory, and there are no other evidence to prove that I'm the perpetrator rather than the victim, then is the matter over?"
"Theoretically, that's right. We'll look for that notebook from other channels, as long as it still exists, it can be discovered. Of course, before that, we'll confirm that you don't have a curse, no lingering evil spirit smell, no corresponding psychological problems, and be able to peacefully and healthily welcome the future life." Dunn Smith gave a smile, a slightly odd smile.
Klein quickly caught on to this and didn't let go of the relief, but hurriedly asked:
"Theoretically?"
"Yes, just theoretically. In this field, there are always distorted, contrary to common sense, and unbelievable things that are hard to believe." Dunn looked into Klein's eyes and said, "Their continuation, their ending, sometimes, are not something we can predict or control."
"Like what?" Klein was a little scared for a moment.
On the almost deserted street, the carriage was speeding, and Dunn took out a pipe to smell the smell:
"When we think that everything is over and everything has returned to normal, it will come again in a terrifying, terrifying way." A few years ago, we handled a case involving a cult. They had the believers perform a ritual suicide to please the evil god. One of the believers was chosen, and the instinct for survival overcame stupidity, disbelief, and evil. He secretly ran to the police station to report the incident.
The matter was handed over to us for handling. It was a very small task because the cult had no extraordinary individuals, and the deity they were sacrificing to was something their leader had randomly conceived. To amass wealth and enjoy themselves, they had lost their humanity.
We only needed two team members, along with the cooperation of the police, to successfully solve this cult. Not a single member escaped. And the person who reported the incident, we confirmed, had no lingering traces of evil spirits, no curses, no psychological disorders, no personality issues, and no other strange signs.
After that, his career developed well, he married a wonderful wife, and had a son and a daughter. All the shadows seemed to have receded from him, and the horror and bloodshed of the past seemed to have completely dissipated.
At this point, Dunn Smith smiled and said:
"But in March of this year, he died. He was in his office, strangling himself with his own hands."
The red moonlight from the carriage window shone in, casting it on Dunn Smith.
At this moment, his seemingly self-mocking smile made Klein feel creepy, inexplicably creepy.
"Strangled himself... " Klein inhaled a cool breath silently, as if seeing his tragic end.
Even if he survived this time, was it just an escape for a while?
What solution could completely solve the problem?
Become an extraordinary individual to fight against it?
The carriage fell silent, and countless thoughts of Klein emerged, then fell away one by one.
In this indescribable silence, the carriage traveled for a long time, very fast.
Just as Klein was determined to ask Dunn Smith boldly for a solution, the carriage stopped.
"Mr. Smith, we have arrived at Welch's residence." The driver's voice reached their ears.
"Let's go down." Dunn straightened the black windbreaker that reached his knees. "Heh, I'll introduce it to you first. 'Expert' disguises themselves as the most famous psychic in Ahova County."
Klein suppressed other thoughts and curiously asked:
"What about her actual identity?"
Dunn turned half around and looked back, his grey eyes deep and profound:
"The true 'psychic'."