"Please come in."

Dunn Smith's mellow and gentle voice came out.

Klein twisted the handle, pushed open the door, and saw the captain enjoying breakfast. On his right hand was the rich coffee, and in front of him were white bread, toast and bacon on the plate.

Dunn put the remaining toast with butter into his mouth and pointed silently at the chair opposite the desk.

Klein did not disturb the captain's meal, and sat down with a smile, waiting patiently.

Seeing that he was not urgent, Dunn relaxed his straight back, picked up the coffee, took a sip, and swallowed all the food in his mouth into his stomach.

He pulled out a soft tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth and said

"Is there anything?"

Klein nodded seriously:

"I've met Dust Goodrian, the mad doctor and member of the Psychological Alchemy."

While speaking, he glanced out of the corner of his eyes and found that there was a spread out magazine in front of the captain.

"What information does he provide?" Dunn asked suddenly with his hands in his hand.

Klein briefly described: "He told me that before Hood Eugen went crazy, someone had visited him frequently, and that person was named Ranrus."

"Lanerus..." Dunn raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, "I seem to have heard it somewhere..."

"It's the fraudster who took away at least 10,000 pounds." Klein reminded.

Dunn thought about it seriously and shook his head to say he had no impression.

Captain, you are not sensitive to money at all! Klein complained in his heart and focused on the matters related to Ranerus:

"This fraudster lied that he had explored and purchased a high-quality iron ore with high concentrations, raised funds in Tingen to develop it, and swept away more than 10,000 pounds. A friend I met at the divination club suffered losses, and a girl was deceived to get engaged to him and conceive of his child."

"He visited Hood Eugen several times before he was crazy..." Dunn said in a deep thought, "The extraordinary 'scisor'?'The 'thief' of Sequence 8'" That way..."

Captain, you remember something like this... Klein was so funny and nodded slightly:

"This is my guess."

"Because the steel company established by Ranerus is in the southern district and the victims have all kinds of beliefs, this matter was not transferred to us in the end. Even if the police department found some extraordinary traces, it was handed over to the 'Punisher' team."

Dunn finally understood the whole story, looked at Klein with his deep gray eyes and said:

"what you up to?"

Well, captain, don't be so keen... Klein answered seriously:

"I want to communicate with Hood Eugen through the psychic rituals to find out what Lärus is asking him for, and whether this is the direct reason for his crazy life."

Dunn nodded slightly and said:

"Even if you don't apply, I will make a similar attempt after confirming that Hood Eugen is really crazy."

"However, Daly told me that there are quite a risk in this kind of thing. Are you sure you are sure? Or, I will apply for aid from Beckland Diocese, and it should be no problem to delay for a few days."

Klein's main motivation for becoming an extraordinary person is to study mystics, find a way to go home, have the opportunity to practice, and has a strong confidence, so he naturally is unwilling to give up:

"Captain, I have mastered this knowledge and have a certain degree of confidence in it."

"Of course, I need the aid of the 'Amanda' Solid, the 'Eye of Spirit' potion and the 'Stranquil potion'."

"Stranquilizer..." Dunn chewed the name and confirmed Klein's professionalism.

He remembered that Daly said that this was a relatively rare but very useful potion in the psychic field.

After thinking for more than ten seconds, Dunn Smith leaned back in the back of the chair and said:

"Then you write an application and go to the Chanis Gate to receive the corresponding potion. Well... I don't know if there is any potion. If not, get the corresponding materials and make them yourself."

"Okay." Klein replied happily.

But he didn't get up and sat steadily on the chair.

Seeing this, Dunn raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and thought carefully:

"Starting in the afternoon, it was my turn to monitor the Mad Asylum... We can't go directly to Hood Eugen. No one knows whether the doctors, nurses, handymen and patients in the Mad Asylum are still hiding members of the Psychological Alchemy, and no one knows whether the Psychological Alchemy is also secretly monitoring Hood Eugen. Our actions must be secret enough to expose Dust. Goodrian has become our informant."

"...We'll go in the early morning and sneak in secret."

"Well, I will stay by my side and beware of accidents."

This is the best! If Hood Eugen is just a fake crazy person, but I use psychic rituals to him, wouldn’t it be like turning into the zoo and dancing in front of the tiger... Klein rested his heart and said sincerely:

"Yes, captain!"

He stood up and turned toward the door.

At this moment, he glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw the title of the magazine spread out in front of the captain:

"The Doningsman sap in the southern continental rainforest has obvious effect on promoting hair growth."

...Crane withdrew her gaze with pity and walked out of the captain's office.

Suddenly, a fun idea flashed through him:

In fact, the extraordinary person doesn't have to be so troublesome. If Old Neil is still there, he would probably suggest designing a hair-growing ritual magic to pray to the goddess for help. As for whether it will grow hairy and turn into a curly baboon in the end, that is another question... And what will the goddess react? If it were me, I would definitely say: mmp...

This thought immediately made Klein's happiness stained with sadness, and sadness was full of funnyness.

He entered the staff office, sat in front of the Axon 1346 mechanical typewriter, and dadada prepared the application.

After Dunn Smith signed and stamped it, he took the application and went deep into the ground, along the aisle where the gas light shone, step by step towards Channis Gate.

It wasn't until this time that Klein thought of a question:

This will be the first time he entered that mysterious door!

"I don't know what it will look like behind the door..." He accelerated his pace with implicit expectation and came to the black iron gate that was opened with a sense of uplift.

First, I handed over the application to Siga Teon, who is on duty here today, and Klein got back an additional signature piece, knocked on the Chanis door, feeling that the echo inside was empty and far away.

After waiting for dozens of seconds, without hearing the sound of footsteps, he saw the door with seven dark holy emblems engraved with them and creaking heavily.

Channis' door was so open that it could only pass by one person, and Klein also saw the scene nearby with the help of the gas lights on both sides of the corridor.

Behind the door was an old man with deep wrinkles and sparse hair. He was wearing a black classical robe and carrying a horse lantern.

The dim light of the candlelight shone through the glass, illuminating the old man's expressionless face with light and darkness, making his light blue eyes seem to have frozen ice for thousands of years.

"Tian." He spit out a word hoarsely.

Klein had seen the old man, because at the end of dusk, he and his companions would come out of the Channis Gate, pass through the guard room, and turn to the Church of St. Selena.

They are old night watchmen and volunteer internal guardians.

According to Klein, there are five such guards.

"This is my application." He handed the piece in his hand to the old man in front of him.

The inner guard with a pair of light blue eyes raised the lantern. After carefully checking it, he stepped aside and let Klein pass.

Klein slowly entered the Chanis door, and before he could even look around, he felt an indescribable coldness.

This is not the cold cold of winter, but the coldness that makes people even their spirituality tremble.

Looking up, Klein saw candlesticks on the walls and silver candles carved with patterns. Their burning flames were all dark blue, without any shaking.

Squeak!

The guard closed the Chanis door and became extremely quiet all around.

In front of Klein was a wide aisle paved with old stone slabs.

There are stone doors on both sides of the aisle, marked with the words "materials and materials".

At the end of the aisle, there is a downward staircase that extends into the darkness as if leading to the abyss.

There should be different seal points connected with different seals, which are said to be divided into several layers... I don't know which layer of Santa Selena's ashes are placed... Klein just got used to the brightness behind the door and suddenly felt an invisible thing in the air scraping his skin, one by one, cold to the bone.

He shivered and couldn't help but turn on his spiritual vision.

Then he saw around him, behind the entire Channis gate, filled with thin black lines, which swayed gently, sometimes in groups and sometimes extending, densely packed, leaving no blank space.

This... is the power of sealing behind the Chanis door? Klein nodded slightly, restrained his thoughts, and followed the guard into the "potifer room" behind a thick stone door.

Soon, he found the "Amanda" pure dew, the "Eye of Spirit" potion and the "Stranquil potion" based on the initial letter.

He had seen the first two, but it was the first time he had come into contact with them. He saw a faint blue liquid rippling gently in the translucent glass bottle. Just seeing them makes people feel like they are back to their mother's arms.

There is also a label on the bottle, indicating the production date and the prompts that it is valid within half a year.

Fortunately, it can be used... Klein put away three small bottles of potions, and with the company of the guard, he left the Chanis door, leaving the feeling of being cold deep in his soul, and from the strange experience of being swept by black lines.

When the Chanis door closed, he couldn't help looking back and muttered to himself:

"Stay in it for a long time, regardless of the body or soul, will be affected?"

“No wonder the guardian has to volunteer…”

…………

In the early morning, Klein locked the bedroom in a special way, pushed open the window of the convex belly window, and jumped down.
To be continued...