The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 45: Return

Antigonus' notebook is in the apartment across from the kidnapper!

Although it was very coincidental, Klein believed that his intuition was right.

He immediately got out of bed and quickly changed the old clothes he usually wore to the bed. He picked up the white shirt beside him and put on it, quickly buttoning it from top to bottom.

One, two, three. He suddenly realized that he was "missing" the button. The left and right sides don't seem to fit.

While being watched closely, Klein realized that he had made a mistake by buttoning the first button, causing his shirt to curve.

He shook his head helplessly before taking a deep breath and exhaling it slowly, using some of his Kogitas techniques to recover his composure.

After putting on her white shirt and black trousers, she could barely wear her scabbard steadily. He took out the revolver he had hidden under his soft pillow and sheathed it.

With no time to tie a bow tie, he put on his formal suit and with a hat and a cane in each hand, he walked to the door. After putting on his halved hat, Klein gently turned the door handle and walked into the corridor.

He carefully closed the wooden door of his room and slipped down like a thief. He used a pen and paper in the living room to leave a note, telling his brothers that he forgot to mention that he had to come early to work today.

As he exited the door, Klein felt a gentle breeze and his entire being calmed down.

The road in front of him was dark and silent without any pedestrians. Only gas lamps light the streets.

Klein took out his pocket watch from his pocket and opened it. It was only six in the morning and the red moonlight had not completely faded. However, there was a hue of sunrise over the horizon.

He was just about to look for an expensive rented carriage when he saw a two-wheeled horse carriage with no rails approaching him.

"Is there a public train this early?" Klein was confused as he advanced and waved for it to stop.

"Good morning sir." The carriage driver stopped the horse skillfully.

The ticket attendant beside him covered his mouth while yawning.

"To Zoutland Street." Klein took out two cents from his pocket and four and a half pence.

"Four pence" answered the ticket officer without hesitation.

After paying for the trip, Klein boarded the train and found it empty. It exuded a clear loneliness in the dark middle of the night.

"You're the first one" said the train driver with a smile.

The two brown horses widened their steps as they walked swiftly.

"To be honest, I never imagined there would be a public train this early." Klein sat down near the driver of the carriage and made an empty chat to distract him and calm his tense mind.

The train driver said in a self-deprecating manner, "From six in the morning to nine in the evening, but all I gained was one pound a week."

"Is there no rest?" klein asked confusedly.

"We take shifts to rest once a week." The sound of the train driver became heavy.

The ticketing officer beside him added, “We are on the streets from six to eleven in the morning. After that, we had lunch and lunch. Towards dinner, which was six o'clock in the evening, we replaced our colleagues. .. Even if we don't need a break, those two horses will need it."

"It wasn't like that. There was an accident that shouldn't have happened. Due to exhaustion, a train driver lost control of his carriage and rolled over. That resulted in us having to take turns.The bloodsuckers would never become like this so suddenly otherwise!" The car driver grunted.

Under the light of dawn, the train drove towards Zouteland Road and carried seven to eight passengers on the road.

After Klein was not too tense, he did not speak any further. He closed his eyes and recalled the experience from yesterday, hoping to notice if he had forgotten something.

By the time the sky cleared when the sun was fully up, the train finally arrived at Zouteland Road.

Klein pressed his hat with his left hand and quickly jumped off the carriage.

He quickly stepped onto 36 Zouteland Street and arrived outside the Blackthorn Security Company after climbing the stairs.

The door is still closed and can't be opened.

Klein took out the key ring on his waist and found the corresponding brass key and put it into the keyhole and twisted it.

He pushed forward as the door slowly opened. He saw a black-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell sniffing a recently popular cigarette.

"To be honest, I prefer cigars .. You seem to be in a hurry?" The poet-like Nighthawk asked casually and comfortably.

"Where's the Captain?" Klein asked instead of answering.

Leonard pointed to the partition.

"He's in the office. As an advanced Sleepless, he only needed two hours of sleep in a day. I'm sure it's the potion that most factory owners or bankers like."

Klein nodded and quickly passed through the partition. He saw that Dunn Smith had opened the door to his office and he was standing at the entrance.

"The feeling of deja vu came to me. It should be that notebook. Antigonus's family notebook." Klein went to great lengths to make his answer clear and logical.

"Where is that?" Dunn Smith's expression had no obvious change.

However, Klein's intuition told him that a clear and unseen uproar had occurred within him. This might be a flash of his spirit or a change in his emotions.

"That's where Leonard and I rescued the hostages yesterday. Across the kidnapper's room. I didn't realize it back then until I had a dream and received a revelation" Klein didn't hide anything.

"From the looks of it, I failed to make a major contribution." Leonard, who had walked to the partition, chuckled.

Dunn slightly nodded as she instructed with a serious expression, "Have Kenley change Old Neil's watch in the armory. Let Old Neil and Frye come with us."

Leonard stopped acting reckless as he immediately told Kenley and Frye who were in the Nighthawks entertainment room. One was Sleepless and the other was the Corpse Collector.

Five minutes later, two-wheeled trains under the jurisdiction of the Nighthawks began to drive on the sparse streets in the morning.

Leonard wore a fur hat, shirt, and vest. He stood as the driver of the carriage, whipping from time to time, sending out sharp cracks.

In the car, Klein and Old Neil sat on one side. Facing them were Dunn Smith and Frye.

The skin of the Corpse Collector was so white that it looked like he had not been in the sun for a long time or he had a severe shortage of blood. He looked to be in his thirties with black hair and blue eyes. He has a tall nose and very thin lips. He had a cold and dark demeanor and had the faint smell of corpses that often touched.

"Repeat the situation again in detail." Dunn adjusted the collar of her black jacket.

Klein stroked the hanging topaz up his sleeve as he ranged from their mission assignment to a dream. Beside him, Old Neil chuckled.

"Your fate seems to be intertwined with that Antigonus family notebook. I never thought you'd meet her that way."

Exactly right. Isn't this too coincidental!? Fortunately, Leonard has just mentioned that there is no indication of a hidden faction of the mysterious forces at play from the initial investigation into Elliott's abduction. It is simply a crime motivated by money. Otherwise, I would have been really suspicious if someone had deliberately arranged for this to happen .. Klein found the situation somewhat strange.

That's too coincidental!

Dunn did not express her ideas because she was thinking hard. Likewise, Corpse Collector Frye remained silent in his black jacket.

Only when the carriage stopped at the building mentioned by Klein did silence break.

"Let's ride. Klein, you and Old Neil are walking in the back. Careful, very careful." Dunn got off the train and pulled out a strange revolver with a clearly long and thick barrel. He put it in his right pocket.

"Good." Klein did not dare to take the points.

After Leonard finds someone to watch over the train, the five Beyonders walk in an orderly fashion into the building. With very light footsteps, they arrived at the third floor.

"Is this the place?" Leonard pointed to the apartment across from the kidnappers.

Klein tapped on his glabella twice and activated his Spirit Vision.

In this state, his spiritual perception was enhanced again. He found the door familiar as if he had entered it before.

"Yes." Yeah." He nodded in agreement.

Old Neil also activated his spiritual perception and after closely observing, he said, "There is no one inside, nor is there any radiance of spiritual magic."

Corpse Collector Frye added in his hoarse voice, "There are no evil spirits."

He could see many spiritual bodies, including evil spirits and restless ghosts, without even activating his Spirit Vision.

Leonard took a step forward and, like yesterday, pressed the door lock.

This time not only did the surrounding wood break, even the door lock flew and fell noisily to the ground.

Klein seemed to feel the invisible seal instantly disappear. Immediately after, he smelled a pungent stench.

"Corpse, decomposing corpse," Frye explained coldly.

He did not appear to be suffering from nausea.

Dunn reached out her black-gloved right hand and pushed the door slowly. The first thing they saw was the chimney. For early July, there was abnormal heat radiating into the room.

In front of the chimney was a rocking chair. Sitting on it was an old woman dressed in black and white. His head was low.

His body is huge. His skin is blackish green and swollen. It felt like he was about to explode from a simple prick, spewing out a foul stench from within. As maggots and other parasites wriggled between flesh, blood, and rotten liquid, or clothes and wrinkles, they appeared like light spots in Spirit Vision. They seemed to be clinging to near the extinguished darkness.

Pa! Pa!

The old woman's eyeball fell to the floor and rolled several times, leaving a yellowish-brown line.

Klein felt disgusted and could not tolerate the stench anymore, he leaned over and vomited.