Klein dejectedly followed Dunn onto the carriage, Dunn closing the carriage door behind him.
From the corner of Kenley's eye, he discovered a blurry black silhouette outline, hidden under a tree, seemingly observing in this direction. Seeing his own gaze look toward his direction, the human-shaped outline slightly contracted, perfectly merging with the large tree.
Someone is tracking us?
This is impossible, who would have the courage to alone track the captain of a "Nighthawks" squad and a formal team member.
Although he himself hasn't formally fought yet, he is also an Extraordinary now.
Then, the only possibility is tracking Klein.
Or wanting to search for that Antigonus family notebook?
The carriage wheels made slight creaking sounds on the stone ground, driving toward Welch's home. He used the corner of his eye to slightly look back once, that man didn't follow up, seemingly fearing the markings on the carriage.
Kenley let the carriage travel at a neither fast nor slow speed, his ears entirely focused on the conversation between the two people in the carriage compartment.
The captain and Klein chatted about many things, it seems Captain Dunn has completely treated Klein as an innocent person who mistakenly entered dangerous matters.
Welch's home wasn't too far from Klein's residence, taking less than fifteen minutes to arrive.
"Captain, we've arrived," Kenley said.
"Come in with us, Miss Daly should be very happy to see you." Dunn first stepped down from the carriage, waiting for Klein by the roadside.
"Alright."
Kenley jumped down from the coachman's position, following behind the two people walking into Welch's residential front yard. This small garden was arranged very quietly, the left side was a garden, the right side was lawn, the faint flower fragrance and refreshing grass scent combined together, making Kenley involuntarily take two more breaths of the cool air belonging to night.
How many mosquitoes must there be at home every day.
Just stepping in, Klein couldn't help but stop, a bone-chilling feeling came from behind, making him shiver with cold.
Kenley's right hand had already touched the waist buckle of the "Soul Soothing Charm," slowly opening it. Not knowing what situation appeared ahead, but he trusted Dunn's ability, didn't rashly throw the charm out.
"Don't mind it." Dunn slightly tilted his head to glance at Kenley, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Very alert reaction, Old Neil taught well.
"Come in, gentlemen." An ethereal voice came from inside the room, "The door isn't locked."
Dunn first stepped forward to turn the door handle, entering the living room, "Any results, Daly?"
Miss Daly, wearing blue blush and eye shadow, lazily half-reclined on the sofa. She wore a hooded black robe, her wrists exposed outside wrapped with silver chains hanging white crystal pendants. On the small round table in front of her burned a white long candle. "The original spirits have all disappeared, including Welch's and Naya's."
"Good evening, Kenley, you seem different from before."
"He has already become a formal member of the 'Nighthawks' squad." Dunn sat down beside her, "Although it's only his first day, he's already started going on missions."
"Welcome to becoming a formal member, Kenley." Miss Daly winked her left eye at him, extending her hand to point to the sofa beside, indicating for him to sit down next to her.
"Good evening, Miss." Klein slightly bowed to Miss Daly, sitting across from her according to Miss Daly's instruction.
"Don't worry, this is just very simple stuff, you won't have any uncomfortable reactions." Miss Daly smiled and straightened up, "Since you're already prepared, let us begin."
Kenley watched Miss Daly hypnotize Klein, the other party confusedly fell asleep on the sofa, being called awake by Daly after a few minutes.
"Very regrettable." Miss Daly smiled looking toward Captain Dunn, her eyes full of feminine gentleness, "In his memory, I didn't discover any clues about the whereabouts of that Antigonus notebook."
"Not in his home, his memory also has no clues, really gives one a headache." Dunn shook his head, "If that's the case, then I won't disturb your rest."
"I was just about to rest too." Daly showed regret, covering her mouth with her hand, making a yawning gesture.
"Miss Daly." Kenley stood up, his right hand slightly touching his hat brim in farewell.
...
Following the previous route, Kenley first sent Klein home. When only he and Dunn remained, he turned his head, extending his head through the small window connecting the front and back of the carriage compartment.
"Captain, I discovered a suspicious matter."
"You mean, someone was tracking him near Klein's home?" Dunn frowned tightly, "This is a major discovery."
"Maybe I saw wrong, after all it was only a human shadow, could also be a nearby resident who came out looking for a cat." Kenley spread his hands, "I hope I'm wrong."
"In solving cases, we can't let go of any clue, your discovery is very useful." Dunn took out a golden pocket watch to look at the time, it was already 1 AM in the deep night. "The police station on Iron Cross Street is just on the street above, five minutes to get there."
Kenley stopped the carriage at the police station entrance, following the captain into the police station. The two people showed their badges to the drowsy reception staff at the entrance. Officer Monbaton happened to be tonight's night duty officer. Seeing the two people enter the office, he immediately stood up and saluted.
"What can I do for you, two respected Inspector gentlemen?"
"I need tonight's night patrol carriages to patrol continuously day and night near Klein Moretti's home on Iron Cross Street, lasting at least two nights." Dunn said, "Execute accordingly."
"Yes, Inspector sir." Officer Monbaton ran out of the police station, driving a carriage to quickly notify the patrol officer teams on the streets.
"Do I need to execute surveillance duty with them tonight, Captain?" Kenley asked, "I can find a quiet place to monitor, won't affect the officers' normal patrol."
Dunn shook his head, "Today our activities have been frequent enough, you still have work and study tasks tomorrow, need sufficient sleep time."
"If the person you discovered intends to search for that lost Antigonus family notebook, he definitely has already discovered our existence. Facing us two people and an ordinary person without rashly taking action proves that even if the other party is an Extraordinary, his Sequence can only be Sequence 9, at most Sequence 8. I deliberately didn't confiscate the revolver in Klein's hand, even ordinary bullets still have sufficient killing power against them."
"You also heard, Klein Moretti is very interested in the clerical work I offered him for the squad, we also happen to need this kind of history department student who masters sufficient knowledge."
"If he agrees, we'll have one more qualified clerical staff member as well as one excellent squad member."
"Let's go back and rest." Kenley watched Dunn walk toward the carriage compartment, returning to the coachman's position himself, driving the carriage back to "Blackthorn Security Company."
Captain, you think it's fine, but this is the thickest thigh in this world, I must hold tight to it.
From any angle, he couldn't let Klein have an accident.
He came out from the squad station, extending his hand to hail a private carriage.
"Where to, sir?" The coachman asked attentively.
"Iron Cross Street intersection, please hurry." Kenley stepped onto the carriage in one step, "I'm very anxious."
"Rest assured, my skills are very good." The coachman grinned, using the fastest speed to send Kenley back to Iron Cross Street again, extending his hand to ask Kenley for one sule in carriage fare.
"Midnight carriage fares are all this price, dear sir." The coachman explained seeing Kenley's slightly displeased expression.
Black, truly black!
Kenley's face turned iron-blue, watching the police station's patrol vehicles slowly circling Iron Cross Street according to the captain's instructions. He found a large tree, hiding his body in the tree canopy.
Damn, why are there so many cursed mosquitoes.