While talking to himself, Azke subconsciously glanced at Quentin Cohen, as if he wanted to seek tips and get inspiration.

Cohen, whose eyes were sunken and his eyes were dark blue, shook his head without hesitation:

"I don't have any impression."

"...Okay, maybe it's just the roots." Azke put down his left hand and smiled at himself.

Klein was a little disappointed with this result, but he couldn't help but add:

"Teacher, Mr. Azke, you know, I am very interested in exploring and restoring the history of the Quaternary. If you think of anything, or have received other information, can you write to me?"

"No problem." Because of today's events, senior associate professor of Cohen, with silver hair, was quite satisfied with Klein.

Azk also nodded and said:

"Your address is still the same as before?"

"Yes, but I'm going to move soon. I'll write to you when the time comes." Klein replied respectfully.

Senior Associate Professor Cohen shook his black cane and said:

"It should really be a better environment."

At this time, Klein glanced at the newspaper in Azke's hand and said carefully:

"What did the newspaper say about Welch and Naya? I only knew a little from the police officers in charge of the investigation."

Azker was waiting for an answer, but senior associate professor Cohen, who had not had many wrinkles, suddenly took out a pocket watch along the gold chain on the black tuxedo.

Click!

He pressed and looked forward and lit the cane:

"The meeting is about to begin, Azk, we can't delay it, give the newspaper to Moreti."

"Okay." Azker handed Klein the newspaper he had flipped out, "We have to go upstairs. Remember to write a letter. My address and Cohen have not changed. It is still the office of the Department of History of Hoy University, haha."

He smiled and turned around, leaving the room with Cohen.

Klein took off his hat and saluted, watching the two gentlemen leave, then bid farewell to the office owner, Hawen Stone, and slowly walked out of the gate of the gray three-story building along the corridor.

In the sunshine, he lifted his cane, opened the newspaper, and saw that he looked up:

"Tingen Morning News".

There are so many newspapers and magazines in Tingen... Morning News, Evening News, Honest People's Daily, Beckland Daily, Tassok News, Family Magazine, Story Comments... Klein thought about it casually and seven or eight names appeared in his mind. Of course, some of them did not belong to the local area, and came from the "distribution" based on steam trains.

Today, with the increasing development of industrial papermaking and printing, the price of a newspaper has dropped to 1 pence, and the number of people it covers is becoming more and more widespread.

Klein did not look at other content carefully and soon found the report on "Robbery and Murder" located in the "News Edition";

"… According to the police department, the scene at Mr. Welch's home was terrible, and all gold, jewelry and banknotes were lost, as well as all valuable and easy-to-take items, and even copper pennies were not left. There is reason to believe that this is a group of cruel and vicious gangsters who would kill the innocent people who saw their appearance, such as Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya."

"This is a trampling on the laws of the kingdom! This is a provocation to public safety! No one wants to encounter something similar! Of course, the good news is that the police department has locked in the murderer and caught the main culprit. We will give follow-up reports as soon as possible."

"Reporter, John Browning."

It was handled and concealed... Klein walked on the boulevard and nodded invisibly.

He flipped the newspaper casually, and read other news and serialized stories while walking.

Suddenly, all the hairs behind him stood up, as if thin needles were stabbed there.

Someone is watching me? Looking at me? Surveillance me?

One thought arises one by one, and Klein vaguely gains enlightenment.

When he was on Earth, he also felt the invisible gaze and finally discovered the source of his eyes, but he never had a clear reaction and a clear "conclusion" like now!

The same thing happened in the original owner’s memory fragment!

Is it time travel or that strange "fortune ceremony" that made my "sixth sense" stronger?

Klein resisted the urge to find the gazeman, learned to read novels, movies and TV series, slowly paused, put away the newspaper, and looked at the Hoy River.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head a little by little by looking at the scenery, and then turned naturally to see the surrounding situation.

There was no one here except trees, lawns and students passing by in the distance.

But Klein is sure that someone is still watching him!

this……

Klein's heart beat faster, and his blood squirted and blew in a thunderous thump.

He spread the newspaper and half covered his face, afraid that someone would find out that his expression was wrong.

At the same time, he tightened his cane and was ready to pull out his gun.

One step, two steps, three steps, Klein moved forward slowly, just like before.

He still felt as if he was peeping and looked at, but there was no danger that suddenly broke out.

After walking through the boulevard with a slightly stiff body, he arrived at the waiting point of the public carriage, and was lucky to find that one happened to be coming.

"Iron... Zot... No, Champagne Street." Klein repeatedly denied his own ideas.

He initially planned to go home, but was afraid of leading the snoop who was unknown to the apartment, and then he wanted to go to Zotlan Street and ask for help from the "night watcher" or colleagues, but he was worried that the other party was alerting the snake and exposing himself on his own initiative, so he had to choose a place casually.

"6pence." The toll collector replied familiarly.

Klein did not bring the gold pounds out today, and placed them in the place where he was used to hiding money, and only took away two of the Sulle's banknotes. He spent the same amount of money when he came before, and there was only 1 Sulle's 6p left on him, so he took out all the coins and gave them to the toll collector.

After getting on the carriage, I found a seat to sit down. As the door closed, Klein felt that the uneasiness of being watched finally disappeared!

He exhaled slowly, feeling his hands and feet trembling slightly.

what to do?

What should I do next?

Klein looked out the carriage window and tried his best to think about the solution.

Without clarifying the purpose of the snoop, be regarded as malicious first!

One by one, one by one, Klein rejected it one by one. He had never experienced something like that, and it took him several minutes to find his idea.

The "Night Watcher" must be notified, and only they can truly solve the problem!

But you can't go directly like this, that will be exposed. Perhaps this is exactly the other party's purpose...

Following this idea, Klein roughly formulated one plan after another, and his ideas gradually became clear.

call!

He exhaled turbid air, restored basic calm, and carefully looked at the sweeping view outside the window.

The accident did not happen until the carriage arrived at Champagne Street, but after Klein pushed the door and got out of the car, he immediately felt the feeling of being stared at and being stared again!

He pretended not to notice anything, took the newspaper, carried a cane, and walked slowly towards Zotlan Street.

However, he did not enter the street, but went around to Red Moon Street on the back, where there was a beautiful white square and a steep cathedral!

Church of St. Selena!

The headquarters of the Goddess of the Night in Tingen!

As a believer, it is nothing strange to come to attend Mass on a rest day and pray.

This cathedral has a distinct earth-like Gothic style, with a black overall appearance, and a tall, mottled clock tower. It is located on the huge central buttress between the red and blue lattice windows, inserting into the sky.

Klein walked into the church and walked along the aisle to the large prayer hall. Along the way, a small high window inlaid with fine blue and red patterns penetrated into rays of colored light, which was almost black and red like the moon, setting off the surroundings with extremely darkness.

The feeling of being watched disappeared again. Klein looked as usual and saw no joy. He came step by step outside the open large prayer hall.

There are no high windows here, and the deep darkness becomes the protagonist, but behind the arched holy platform, on the wall facing the gate, more than a dozen or twenty fist-sized round holes penetrate outward, allowing the brilliant, pure sunlight to shine in, condense and bright.

It was like a pedestrian in the dark night. He suddenly looked up, saw the starry sky, and saw the brilliance. It was so noble, so pure, so sacred.

Even though he had always believed that gods could be studied and understood, Klein couldn't help but lower his head.

In the bishop's low and gentle sermon, he walked quietly on the aisle that separated the left and right seats, found a position that was unmanned and close to the access, and slowly sat down.

Putting the cane behind the chair in front, Klein took off his hat and placed it on his thigh with the newspaper, then held his hands against his drooping forehead.

He did the whole process slowly and in an orderly manner, just like he was really praying.

Crane closed her eyes and listened quietly to the bishop's voice in the dark eyes:

"They are naked, without any clothes and food, without any cover in the cold."

"They were wet by the heavy rain, and because there was no place to hide, they hugged the rock tightly."

"They are mothers whose children are taken away, orphans who have lost hope, and poor people who have been forced to leave the right path."

"The night did not give up on them, and gave them favor."

…(Note 1)

Echoes were superimposed, and the sound came into my ears. Klein's eyes were dark and his heart felt as if he was being cleaned.

He calmly felt this until the bishop completed the sermon and ended the Mass.

The bishop opened the door to the confession room next to him, and gentlemen and ladies lined up.
To be continued...