In the early morning, the well-ventilated but quiet and deep underground, the yellow gas lights are protected by glass, and they are steadily shining on the unmanned and peaceful aisles without swaying.

Klein sat in the duty room, casually looking at the newspapers, magazines and books stacked in front of him, and took a moment to pay attention to the outside, preventing someone from breaking into the Channis Gate.

His coat and top hat were hung on the hood rack at the entrance, and his cane was quietly leaning against the wall, in a convenient place to get.

The strong aroma of coffee spread out, and Klein couldn't help but take a sip and pinched his temples to fight the heaviness of his head and physical fatigue.

Although he often went to college on Earth, a strong man who often went to bed at 5 a.m. and got up at 12 noon. He worked for two or three years and stayed up all night from time to time, and could go to work with high spirits the next day, but this must be attributed to the fact that the game is so fun, the novel is so good, the movie variety shows and TV series are so interesting.

And this world obviously does not have these necessities for staying up late.

"The same is true for Emperor Rosel. If you want to show off, just pretend to be complete. You have to devote your limited life to an infinite career and lead the people of another world to enter the information age in small steps!" Klein muttered silently, only comforting himself, at least newspapers, magazines and increasingly rich novels.

He originally wanted to overcome difficulties with focused learning, but practice found that this was inconsistent with his own responsibilities, because once he entered the state, it was easy to ignore the movements outside and the situation of Chanis Gate.

Huh, Klein picked up the coffee cup and blew it carefully.

He sucked it, letting the fragrance linger in his mouth and allowing the liquid to slowly flow through the esophagus.

"Felmer's coffee in the Pas Valley is bitter, but refreshing." Klein exclaimed and put down his cup.

The Pas Valley is located in the southern continent and is a high-quality coffee bean production area. It is currently in the battle between the Republic of Intis and the Kingdom of Ruen. They established colonial regimes on the left and right banks of the Pas Valley, respectively, and destroyed the original Pas Kingdom.

In the quiet that made people feel sad, Klein picked up a magazine casually and found that it was "Ladies' Aesthetics" that talked about clothing and matching.

"This must have been brought from Roshan..." he whispered in a funny way, looking through it with interest.

Perhaps due to the rapid advancement in camera technology in the past decade, the magazine "Ladies' Aesthetics" not only widely uses illustrations, but also imitates newspapers and uses black and white photos as content.

They invited famous drama and opera actors to show the charm and magic of their costumes. In just seven years, they developed from Beckland's regional new magazine to mainstream journals with channels throughout the country.

"This dress is good and looks good..." Klein looked around leisurely, not hiding his yearning for beauty.

He is a man with normal physical and mental development. He has always admired beautiful girls very much, but he has already set goals to find a way to go home, so he tried to keep a distance from the opposite sex, not wanting to delay the other party and not wanting to leave behind emotional debts.

As for finding a street girl, he has a small obsession with cleanliness in this regard.

Benson and Melissa are already bonds that cannot be removed and can only find ways to make up for them in the future... Klein suddenly felt heavy and couldn't help but sigh.

The longer I am away from home, the more I can feel that melancholy when it is late at night.

He instantly lost his interest in appreciating beautiful ladies, put down the magazine in his hand, and picked up a novel.

"Storm Villa, author, Forth Wall." Klein read out the main content of the cover.

In the peaceful night, the yellow light shone, and a book with a cover reminded him of the days when he rented books when he was a child, so he continued to read it with great nostalgia.

The novel "Storm Villa" tells the story of Ms. Sissi, who is 1.65 meters tall and weighs 98 pounds, entering Frius Villa to work as a tutor.

"1 pound is about 1 pound... Is this another version of Jane Eyre?" Klein rubbed the paper with his fingers, and had some guesses about the subsequent content.

However, when he thought it was a romance novel, "evil spirit" appeared behind it. When he believed it was a supernatural novel, Ms. Xixi revealed that she was a detective and gave a gorgeous reasoning.

When Klein felt that this was nothing wrong with the detective novel, the male protagonist was hit hard in the head, lost his memory, and began a tear-jerking plot.

"...It's still a romance novel in the end." Klein closed the book and took a sip of coffee with a headache.

Dong!

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

The fierce knock sounded suddenly, echoing in the dim and quiet corridor, echoing in the underground where almost no one else was present.

Klein was startled and his spirits suddenly became tense.

He instinctively took out the revolver from the underarm gun bag, adjusted the magazine and trigger, and slowly leaned towards the door to find the source of the sound.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The slap became more and more violent. Klein looked in the sound and saw the black iron painted with seven holy emblems open the door.

"The sound coming from behind the Chanis gate?" His eyes narrowed, his heartbeat like a drumbeat.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Klein saw the Chanis door shaking slightly, and felt the huge force it was under.

"No way... I encountered something when I was on duty on the first day? Did I have more bad luck after traveling through time?" Klein, the right hand holding the gun handle, burst into cold sweat.

But soon, he remembered the captain's advice: No matter what sound you hear or what happens, don't open the Chanis door unless it is opened from the inside.

Well, is this a normal phenomenon? Klein calmed down a lot.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The movement behind Chanis door became louder and louder, but the heavy black iron opened the door just shaking, and no other abnormality appeared.

"It's really normal, I'm scared..." Klein whispered and was about to return to the guard room.

At this moment, he heard a harsh friction sound and saw the Chanis door go out heavily, breaking a gap!

tie!

In the awkward sound, Klein's eyes almost frozen in his eyes saw a figure. It was about an adult, an ordinary man with a high forearm, wearing a black, elegant, miniature court skirt, with obvious stains on the hem.

It has a not-so-exquisite face, dark eyes and tight mouth.

This is a mutton, a toy mutton!

Almost the moment when Klein subconsciously raised his gun and aimed, the puppet in a black palace dress tightly pressed against the open Channis door and opened the paper held in his hand.

There are many hidden symbols depicted on the paper, including those that Klein knows and those that he has not yet mastered. They together form a vertical eye!

Before Klein could think about what was going on, the court puppet was suddenly pulled back to the Chanis Gate, and was pulled back to the Chanis Gate by an invisible object!

Bang!

The Chanis door closed again, and there was no sound of knocking or slapping.

The ground returned to its usual peace and silence, as if nothing had happened.

"The Chanis door was opened from the inside, and I have to report to the captain... but it was closed again..." At this time, Klein found his thoughts, shocked, afraid and confused.

A few seconds later, he remembered what the mutte in a black palace dress was just now, because he was a formal member of the Night Watchman who was qualified to know the "3" level items sealed behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen.

“No.: 0625.”

"Name: Doom Puppet."

"Hazard level: '3', there is a certain danger and you need to use it carefully. Only if you have more than three people to apply."

"Confidentiality level: official members and above for night viewers."

"Sealing method: just need to be isolated from humans."

"Description: This puppet wore a long palace dress that was popular around 1,300 years ago. There were traces of filth that were difficult to wash away from the hem of the skirt, and it was impossible to confirm whether it had existed in the first place."

"In several tragedies in Tingen City caused by family financial crisis, police officers noticed the existence of this puppet, which was always placed in the child's bedroom and on the cabinet next to the bedside."

"Several night-time attendants accepted the commission and launched an investigation into the mutte."

"It is initially confirmed that it will bring bad luck, causing the people around you to gradually become unlucky, fall into crisis, and eventually die one by one. The subjects only took two weeks to lie on the verge of bankruptcy."

"This mutton has no living characteristics and has no tendency to escape the seal."

"After a long-term experiment, we found that as long as we enter the range of ten meters every day for no more than half an hour, we will not be infected with bad luck; if we are already plagued by bad luck, as long as we transfer it to another owner, our situation will improve."

"Appendix: The earliest occasion for this mutant to appear was the house of Mrs. Tess on Lower Street, Iron Cross Street, West District. She is a craftsman who makes toys. Because she is old and her husband is seriously ill, her two children die early, and she has to move to Lower Street, Iron Cross Street."

"This is the last toy she sold, and she exchanged this mutton for some poisonous sausage, ending her and her husband's hunger for more than three days."

Klein recalled the information about the seal "3-0625", and more doubts and horror arose in his heart:

"Didn't this puppet have the characteristics of being alive? Didn't it mean it didn't try to escape the seal?"

"Then what I just saw!"

"What's the thing that pulled it back in the end?"

“What exactly does the pattern drawn on the paper it unfolds represent?”

"In the scene just now, it was like there was a perverted murderer dealing with the victim. The victim tried hard to slap the door and called for help, but was pulled back..."

With a lot of ideas, Klein decided not to take his own initiative.

He returned to the guard room and pulled a rope.

The rope was pulled and the gears were running. A rapid ringtone suddenly rang in the Black Thorn Security Company on the second floor.

Leonard Mitchell, who was playing cards in the entertainment room, immediately put down his poker and rushed to the ground.

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