Chapter 174 Klein: The "monster"'s injury has nothing to do with me!

"I'm sorry, due to some internal affairs, our company is temporarily not accepting tasks. I recommend that you go to other security companies in the North District and Jin Wutong District to submit commissions." Luo Shan forced a smile and said to the two people in front of her.

In the past, Roshan would be more enthusiastic when she saw such a handsome young client, but now Leonard...the Nighthawks team suddenly encountered an accident and was temporarily closed to the public, so she was not in the mood to take the initiative to talk to him.

“Really?” Blond Klein was a little confused. Since they could earn money in addition to their weekly salary, the Nighthawks would be more welcoming to commissions like his, right? Just like when he and Leonard worked together to help find the kidnapped son of a tobacco merchant...

Suddenly, Klein saw the newspaper on the reception desk where Roxanne was. The black headline on it was extremely eye-catching:
"This is appalling! There was a shooting at the steam station yesterday! An inspector was killed!"

He suddenly panicked. A case happened yesterday, and the Nighthawks suddenly stopped accepting missions... Could it be that a teammate died? But why didn't the Backlund Parish receive the telegram? Or did they receive the telegram but didn't inform me? No, no! It may not be a death, it may also be a serious injury...

The "shooting" was just a public announcement, but it was actually an extraordinary incident! What are the details? Roxanne, tell me! Klein wanted to take off all his disguises and return to the team as a member of the Nighthawks to find out everything!
"Then we won't bother you anymore, beautiful lady." Black Snake Blue patted Klein's shoulder, took off his hat to greet Roxanne, and turned to walk towards the door behind him. Klein hesitated for a moment, and had no choice but to follow him. As soon as he walked out of the company door, he lowered his voice and said:

"Mr. Blue, something is wrong. I wanted to pretend to be a client and have a chat with Captain Dunn, and observe his condition..."

Old Bruce naturally brushed off a few strands of hair from his black top hat, controlling them to fall into the hidden gap. He was going to establish his own monkey version of the "spiritual world shuttle" positioning coordinates!
After all, it is not a real "teleportation". The monkey version not only requires you to go there in person, but also it is best to have sufficiently eye-catching signs at the destination, so that you can locate the exact coordinates in the spiritual world and avoid getting lost.

The best marker would be one's own blood... but hair can also be used. They all once belonged to the original body and have a mystical connection with the human body.

After marking, Old Blue felt much more relaxed. As long as he was there, Tingen would not be able to cause any trouble! Now he just had to wait for the "Son of God" and Ins to deliver the goods! Hmm? Just take all the orders. You are so generous, Ins.

"Don't worry," Old Blue said after listening to Klein's analysis and concerns. "Your guess is well-founded. We just returned to Tingen and need more intelligence support... Heh, we originally just came back to 'visit relatives', but we didn't expect Tingen to be so lively during our absence."

Listening to Old Blue's calm words, as if everything was under control, Klein barely regained his composure. He didn't expect that after he left Tingen with his "extraordinary physique", his Nighthawk teammates were still in danger! Well, this also indirectly shows that this is not his problem at all! No, no, this is not the time to think about this! Klein gathered his chaotic thoughts in his mind, followed Old Blue's steps, and said:

"Mr. Blue, I'll go buy some newspapers. I saw it was the Tussock Gazette just now..."

Old Blue smiled and said, "This is not Backlund. We don't need to be so 'cautious'. We can just ask someone directly." After saying that, he pressed Klein's shoulder and started traveling through the spirit world again.

Careful? Really? Do you mean that you make big news every now and then in Backlund... Klein complained in his heart. The scene of the spirit world flashed before his eyes. The time it took to travel was very short, which meant that the place he went to was not far away... Could it be the Made Punisher team in the North District?
The rich color blocks faded away, and Old Blue and Klein were already in a relatively dim room. Most of the space here was occupied by miscellaneous items, and only a small part of the space was placed with furniture such as tables and bunk beds. However, judging from the neatly arranged books on the table and the clean bedding on the bed, the owner here, Ademisol, had indeed completely gotten rid of his madness and his life began to become organized. Without waiting for Klein to ask, Old Blue explained:
"This is the Dragon Bar, um, the staff dormitory? Let's call it that. The Dragon Bar is run by me and Old Swain. Our purpose is to monitor the dangers in the dark of Tingen... The answers to what happened in Tingen recently can be found here. Follow me."

The Dragon Bar, what a nostalgic name... Klein followed the old man in silence. It was at the dock that his fate began to intersect with Old Blue's. Little Blue, Old Neil...

Old Blue thought that there were great doubts about his son's death, but he never confirmed that it was Lanevus. After all, that was just an association that came to my mind when I saw Hood Eugen losing control... What I care more about is the "audience" hidden in the red chimney house in Tingen, the mastermind behind the scenes!

"Mr. Blue? Hmm? No?" A surprised and wary voice interrupted Klein's thoughts. He immediately came back to his senses and looked at the door. The door was open, and there stood a young man in a clean shirt and black pants. His face looked familiar. Who was it? Klein looked at the young man's face. He had black hair and a pale face. Suddenly, his eyes met the young man's.

"Ah!!" Admisol let out a sharp scream, then squatted down, covered his eyes with his hands, and bloody liquid flowed out from between his fingers...

Huh? What's going on? Wait, this reaction... Could it be that Ademisol, the "half-monster" from the underground trading market? Klein hurried forward to check the situation. Why did he feel that the young man's madness had become more serious? Is there something in this warehouse that cannot be seen directly?
"Ade." Black Snake Blue made an old and firm voice. His right hand flashed with warm light and pressed on the young man's injured eye.

"Mr. Blue! It's really you!" After stopping looking with his eyes, Admisol immediately recognized the identity of the person in front of him, and his tense body relaxed.

Klein was somewhat surprised that Old Blue had revealed his identity just like that! You know, the two of them came back secretly... It seems that this "monster" must be someone that Old Blue can trust!

Oh, yes, that "monster" formula! Old Blue insisted on giving me 300 pounds, claiming that he bought it personally... Was it just for this young man? It must be so! Only "half-monsters" must take the "monster" route! Drinking other potions will cause loss of control!
After thinking everything through, Klein calmly waited for Old Blue to treat the young man. He sighed in his heart:

"Admisol is suspected to be related to the School of Life, and now I have bought the 'Monster' formula from the 'Fat Pharmacist' of the School of Life. It is indeed a secret organization that controls the path to 'Destiny'... I have done a good thing!
"I hope that after Ademisol becomes a real 'monster', he won't be so vulnerable anymore. Well, although he gets hurt every time he sees me...but that must be because his sequence is incomplete!

"Uh, it can't be... because I'm special, right? No, no, it's definitely not."

Klein decided to look Admithal in the eye again later.

(End of this chapter)