The Undead Chapter 25 – Dream Encounters
Someone is sneaking in? Klein did not immediately roll over and sit up, just turned his body sideways, put his right palm under the pillow, quietly holding the “Deathstroke” revolver, at the same time, he slowly spread his left fingers, so that the “writhing hunger” in the state of waiting to be triggered.
–Knowing that it would be difficult to find food for “Creeping Hunger” after returning to Birkeland, he infiltrated the prison in Connaught, Dixie Bay, and found a death row inmate, confirmed that the crime was correct, and fed the glove.
”Did the Rosicrucians target me? No, it can’t be that fast. Besides, if it was them, they wouldn’t have come to my door, but would have waited for an opportunity to strike while I was passing through a remote place, so as not to alert the official forces of Birkeland. …… I donated too much money at the Moon Mass, and was targeted by the criminals? Well, a newcomer to Birkeland, a wealthy outsider with a lot of money, is indeed an easy target …… Of course, it could also be the “night watchman” doing a routine check …… one by one. In the midst of his thoughts, Klein heard a small movement coming from the large balcony of the semi-open room next door.
Then the lock cylinder clicked, and the floor-to-ceiling window was pulled open almost silently.
Listening carefully, Klein detected footsteps crossing the semi-open room and entering the hallway.
There was a slight pause as the footsteps made their way toward the master bedroom, then crossed over and twisted the doorknob to the room of the valet.
Wrong place? Or maybe it was coming for Richardson? In a flash, Klein released his right grip on the revolver of the Deathstroke and reached for the iron cigarette case that was not far away.
After he disengaged the “spiritual wall”, an illusory figure in a dark red jacket and an old tricorn hat instantly appeared next to him and stepped into the full-length mirror.
When Seignior, the Grieving Spirit, jumped to the glass window of Richardson’s room, he saw a figure with a brownish-yellow complexion, soft silhouette, and dark hair walk out of the door, while Richardson sat silently on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, with his back arched, as if he were blending into the darkness.
His expression was at times fearful, at times embarrassed, at times showing weakness, and finally falling silent.
Sure enough, he is here to find Richardson s …… image characteristics close to the southern continent race …… agile hands, skilled action, should not be an ordinary person …… This is Richardson in the southern continent that manor When he met friends, or rather, his mother’s side of the relationship? Richardson is only a valet with a salary of 35 pounds a year, what is the need to seek his help? While observing with the help of Seniol’s perspective, Klein made a guess in his heart.
At this moment, he suddenly understood a little bit why Richardson was good at observing and liked to survey the pedestrians coming and going on the balcony.
He was afraid of being found by certain people!
I hope it’s not a big problem and won’t affect my plans …… Do a divination later …… If Richardson can’t always solve the trouble, then we have to find an excuse to fire him …… Klein saw that the valet was lying down again, so he took back the “ghost” secret doll.
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Meanwhile, Leonard Mitchell, who lives at 7 Pinehurst Street, has once again entered the fog-shrouded slumber of Beckland.
He had already questioned Mike Joseph of the Daily Observer in his dream, and concluded that Sherlock Moriarty was not actively involved in the Llanerus affair, but had been hired to do so, which made the suspicion of the other party plummet.
If it were not for the fact that the figure of this great detective still appeared on the verge of the Carping incident and was closely related to Emlyn White of the Harvest Church, Leonard Mitchell would have been tempted to give up the investigation and continue to pursue the whereabouts of Ince Zangwill.
Since Sherlock Moriarty had made few friends at the Kraig Club, one having died in the Prince Edzak incident, and one being reporter Mike Joseph, there was only one current target left for Leonard: Dr. Alan Krebs.
”From inside information, this doctor was also involved in an extraordinary incident involving the ‘monster’ pathway …… After having his items switched, he stopped having bad luck and nightmares, and his life got back on track …… Heh, most of the people Sherlock Moriarty knows are involved in extraordinary ah, this detective is certainly not simple …… “Leonard thought while pulling the doorbell that symbolizes Alan Krebs’ dream world.
Entering the dream realm, he casually found a sofa and sat down, looking at Dr. Allen across from him:
”Tell us specifically how you met Sherlock Moriarty.”
Alan in the dream did not hide anything, starting from Mrs. Mary’s introduction of Sherlock Moriarty to the Krag Club and his own invitation as a recommender, all the way to the great detective’s suggestion that he tell the bishop of the Church of the Goddess of the Night of the unusual things he had encountered.
True to what was described in the information, Sherlock Moriarty’s attitude towards the official forces was quite cordial and had received the endorsement of Eisinger Stanton …… Leonard glanced at the bearded Sherlock that Dr. Allen had materialized, withdrew his gaze, and continued to listen.
Allen spoke in detail about the relevant matters and said at the end:
”I was always worried when he left for a vacation in the south and never returned.
”However, he is a great detective who is full of wisdom and has a caring heart, I think he should not have any problems, and I hope that he will be in time to attend the celebration party after the birth of my child.”
”Perhaps ……” Leonard suspected that Sherlock Moriarty would not be returning to Birkeland.
He then politely excused himself and walked out of Dr. Allen’s dream world.
A few steps forward, he subconsciously glanced back, only to see the house with the garden interspersed with spheres of misty light representing the dreamscape, stuffing all of the space without any problems.
Is it my illusion? I always feel that there is a change in my body …… Leonard whispered a sentence, turned and flew to Pingst Street.
As far as he could see, the mists were thick below, and a gas streetlight was dull and pale.
Suddenly, Leonard stopped flying and turned his gaze to a building.
Inside that house, five or six misty balls of light hovered silently, no different from the other buildings around them.
However, Leonard was inspired by the fact that there seemed to be a black mass in the house that could absorb all the light.
And he realized he didn’t recognize this street in this neighborhood.
With a palpitation, he wondered if he had seen something he shouldn’t have, and busied himself with withdrawing his vision, ready to break away from the place and hurry toward where his body was.
Just then, a teasing voice rang out from within the ordinary looking building:
”Why don’t you come in and have a seat and a cup of tea?”
All the thoughts within Leonard’s mind instantly exploded and he flew at high speed without even thinking about it.
In his inspiration, the townhouses and small garden buildings behind him grew larger one by one, their doors and windows transforming into mouths and biting into him!
Nearby, iron-black gas streetlight poles whooshed upward and grew, transforming their surroundings into a steel jungle that seemed to be holding Leonard back.
Leonard didn’t stop, didn’t turn around, only felt the gloom on his undershirt becoming more and more pronounced and thicker!
His body gradually stiffened a bit, as if he was being grabbed by countless invisible hands.
Just when he thought he could not support himself, the familiar houses in front of him, the familiar windows, the familiar lights, were all reflected in his eyes.
Leonard was busy holding his breath, and fell down violently, crashing into his dream world!
Whew …… he woke up at once, full of cold sweat.
”Old man, what on earth did I just encounter?” Leonard retracted his legs that were set on the edge of the desk and asked afterward.
It took a few seconds for the slightly older voice inside his head to respond:
”I’m not sure.”
Leonard’s eyes suddenly half-lidded and he didn’t ask any more questions.
He whirled around and cast his gaze out the window, only to see the lights of Birkeland at night, peaceful and quiet.
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160 Birklund Street, inside the Dawn Dantes residence.
”Sir, Ms. Vahana Hazen is here.” Richardson entered the room and said to Klein.
Klein sniffed, put down the newspaper, raised his head, and glanced at his personal manservant, realizing that he was still a man of few words, silent and introverted, cowering, without the slightest abnormality.
If the divination result is not okay …… rash dismissal is also easy to attract suspicion …… Klein muttered half a sentence wordlessly, and stood up as if nothing had happened, letting Richardson help himself to put on his coat.
A quarter of an hour later, he embraced his etiquette teacher, Vahana Hazen, and learned another dance commonly used in social situations.
”I have a feeling I’ll be out of a job in a few days.” After a while, Vahana gave Dawn Dantes a subtle word of praise for her progress, ending with, “You’re still a bit formal though, while you don’t need to always stick close to a lady like an Intis man, you don’t always need to keep a certain distance either, occasional touching is normal, and you come across as too stiff and stilted as you are right now.”
Klein responded with a smile as he pulled the other man a little closer:
”I’m afraid of being rude.”
This means that sticking too close to a lady is an act of rudeness? It also contains the implication that I’m attractive and sticking too close to him would make a fool of him? It was a subtle compliment …… Vahana’s thoughts turned to a light smile:
”You’re learning well.”
As the dancing continued, Klein glanced at Vahana Hazen’s face and asked gently as if making casual small talk:
”Ma’am, you seem a little troubled?”
Vahana smiled down:
”It’s not a big problem, my husband is a businessman and recently had a small conflict with some people, we were able to resolve it.
”Well, the question you just asked was too direct, try not to ask someone what has happened to them before a friendship has been established between the two parties, unless she has already shown it to be very obvious.”
Compared to you who have been in and out of different upper class families and know quite a few ladies and young ladies, the rich merchant who has just arrived in Bakerland really doesn’t have much networking resources …… Klein nodded gently and said with a smile:
”I thought we were no longer strangers.”
He whirled around and brought up the topic, talking about his own experiences and the neighbors around him, and Wahana listened while responding to a few sentences, allowing Klein to get a better grasp of the characteristics and preferences of his neighbors.
When Vahana left, Klein stood in the doorway for a long time and turned his head sideways to Mr. Butler:
”Walter, find out what kind of trouble Ms. Vahana has run into, and if she doesn’t have the means to fix it, we’ll offer our help in time.”