"Kenley, you look like you didn't sleep all night last night." Leonard looked at Kenley reading documents while his head nodded down bit by bit, just like a woodpecker on an old-fashioned wall clock that comes out to tell time.
"Last night to find that shadow tracking Klein Moretti, I guarded outside his home all night, sleeping only three hours until dawn before coming back to work, also being drained of my blood by hundreds of mosquitoes." Kenley yawned, "So tired, I need another cup of stronger coffee."
"No, you need sleep." Leonard gently pushed away Kenley's hand reaching for the coffee powder jar, "Becoming an Extraordinary doesn't mean you should abandon sleep, this human instinct. Today Old Neil is resting, you can go nap on the sofa in his office for a while. If you still need to stand guard, there's corresponding mosquito repellent in my drawer."
"I'll go right now, don't prepare my lunch at noon." Kenley stood up and left the office.
"This guy Kenley seems like a different person, previously he most liked playing cards with us." Leonard held a "Selected Roselle Poems" in his hand, his gaze glancing toward the direction Kenley left.
Sleeping on Old Neil's office sofa for most of the day, Kenley woke up at 4 PM. After waiting two hours and eating dinner, he took thick mosquito repellent from Leonard's desk drawer, then came to Iron Cross Street again.
This time he took a rental carriage.
The place he searched for was the same as last night, another large tree's dense canopy, about forty meters from Klein's bedroom. Hiding inside, if he guaranteed not moving, it was completely invisible from outside.
He drilled into the bushes, sitting in the same place as last night, his eyes alertly looking through the leaves at the surrounding environment.
"Good position choice." The leaves rustled, Dunn drilled in, leisurely sitting on the opposite tree branch, "But the mosquito repellent you applied before coming has a slightly obvious smell for Extraordinaries, Old Neil has better formula potions there."
"Sorry, Captain, I'll pay attention next time." Kenley scratched his head, "You suspect that guy will come today?"
"Not clear, but doesn't prevent us from spending some time." Dunn said briefly, "We can take turns monitoring, each person monitors for one hour, rests for one hour. You've been very tired recently, rest first."
"Captain." Kenley looked at the captain's determined eyes, knowing that continuing to speak couldn't shake his thoughts.
"Alright."
Night deepened, moonlight shrouded Iron Cross Street, emitting charming crimson radiance. Dunn patiently sat on the tree branch, his eyes slightly squinting. A figure appeared from behind a large tree fifty meters away, slowly going up the second-floor stairs.
He extended his hand to press Kenley's mouth, the latter alertly opened his eyes, seeing Dunn's gaze, following his eyes to look toward the second-floor window.
That person carefully opened Klein's bedroom window, sideways extending his right leg to flip inside, then his left leg, carefully rummaging through books and Klein's diary on the desk in front of the window.
This guy actually committed the crime despite the dense patrol of officers outside, seems determined to get the Antigonus notebook.
Kenley slightly raised his head toward Dunn, slightly tilting his head toward the room direction, meaning to ask if we should go in now.
Dunn pointed to himself with his right hand, then pointed to the window, then pointed to Kenley, pointed to the back door of the second floor, then pointed to his left wrist. Kenley nodded understandingly.
This was telling him to use crossbow arrows to shoot him unconscious, leaving him alive to take back for interrogation.
The two people quietly jumped down from the large tree. Kenley followed the captain's instructions, hiding at the door entrance. Not long after, watching Klein raise his revolver, forcing the intruder out of his residence, immediately raised his left hand to aim.
Puff.
A crossbow arrow accurately hit the intruder's neck, the latter staggered two steps on the ground, his legs going soft and collapsing on the ground. Kenley pulled the belt from his waist, tying him up tightly.
"I brought handcuffs." Dunn walked over, throwing the handcuffs to Kenley, so the intruder's hands had an additional pair of shiny handcuffs.
"Klein Moretti, this is Kenley White, 'Nighthawks' squad member."
"Kenley, this is Klein Moretti, 'Nighthawks' squad clerical staff."
Kenley stood up, extending his right hand to Klein, the two people's right hands clasped tightly together.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Klein Moretti."
"Mr. Kenley White."
"Seems this guy also came searching for the Antigonus family notebook, but he doesn't know, the notebook isn't in your hands at all." Dunn glanced at the still unconscious criminal, saying to Klein, "I just used 'Nightmare' power to send your family back into dreams, they don't know what happened."
"You should thank Mr. Kenley White, it was he who discovered this guy two days ago, and crouched guard at your door for two nights, we only had the chance to catch him."
"Thank you again, Mr. Kenley White." Klein nodded slightly to Kenley.
"You're welcome, colleague." Kenley showed a mouthful of white teeth.
Everything for the future "Fool."
"Good night, Captain, Mr. Kenley." Klein, still shaken, carefully held the pistol in his hand, nodding farewell to the two people, turning to walk toward the iron stairs.
The criminal groaned, seemingly showing signs of awakening. Kenley didn't wait for Dunn's instruction, stepping forward to crouch down with a fierce right punch directly hitting the other's face. The criminal fell unconscious again without a sound.
"Your combat skills are very good." Dunn extended his hand to hail a private carriage. The coachman saw the two people dragging what looked like a corpse behind them, momentarily at a loss. Dunn and Kenley simultaneously showed their Inspector certificates, finally calming the coachman's mood, having them sent to "Blackthorn Security Company" station.
"New criminal?" Leonard, tonight responsible for guarding "Chanis Gate," watched Dunn enter, Kenley behind him dragging an unconscious man's body into Dunn's office, "Is this the guy who wanted to search for the Antigonus family notebook?"
"Mm, finally waited for this guy to show up." Dunn nodded, "I'll go interrogate."
"Congratulations, these two nights weren't wasted." Leonard pushed the coffee powder on Dunn's desk to Kenley, "Just became a formal member and already made a contribution."
"Hope the final result won't disappoint my two nights." Kenley made himself a cup of coffee. He forced his eyes to stay open chatting with Leonard. Two hours later, Kenley, who had already collapsed on the desk, finally waited for Captain Dunn to come up from below "Chanis Gate."
"Kenley, you didn't go home to sleep?" Dunn frowned.
"Captain..." Kenley was on the verge of tears.
You forgot to say, right.
"Captain, what's the identity of that guy downstairs?" Leonard asked with a smile.
"He belongs to an ancient organization called 'Secret Order,' they were established in the Fourth Epoch, related to the Solomon Empire and some fallen nobles at that time. The Antigonus family notebook precisely came from them. Due to a member's negligence, it entered the antique market and was obtained by Welch. They had to send people everywhere to search."
"We know very little about the 'Secret Order,' but we can use 'Divination' to reversely track clues on him. These need to wait until Old Neil comes tomorrow to interrogate him again. That guy just had two front teeth knocked out by Kenley, his speech is somewhat slurred. Dream entry and divination results are more direct." Dunn said.
I did hit a bit hard just now.
Secret Order, this Extraordinary searcher association, their purpose this time is obviously that notebook. Unfortunately, that notebook has its own thoughts and is unwilling to appear before unrelated people.
"It's getting late, Kenley, you can go home to sleep. Tonight counts as overtime, come in the afternoon tomorrow." Dunn said, "This arrest report needs to be completed. Tonight's duty guarding 'Chanis Gate' is my responsibility. Leonard, you can also come in the afternoon."
I've gained sufficient rest time, what should I do?
Leonard took a one-penny coin from the desk, skillfully tossing it in the air, standing up to organize his sleeves wrinkled from pressing on the desk, "Good night, Captain, Kenley."
Kenley watched that coin in the air finally fall into Leonard's palm, he seemed to know what he should do.
I am a "Thief" after all.