Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 150 God, Please Look at Me
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"Captain, I would like to apply for a special promotion."

Klein said seriously.

Dunn paused holding the newspaper, a look of surprise on his face.

"He was promoted so quickly?" Dunn put down the newspaper. Klein glanced at it. There was a large line on the newspaper: "Great Pirate Qilingos was killed by the Duke's bodyguards in Backlund."

Dunn said with emotion: "What a genius! I will write an application for you."

"Also, I want to apply to become a Red Glove," Klein continued.

"Red Gloves?" Dunn paused, picked up the pipe on the table and touched it. "The Red Gloves are an elite team of Nighthawks. They are much more dangerous than ordinary Nighthawks. Are you sure you've thought this through?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Klein nodded firmly.

Dunn sighed and said, "Talented young people like you and Leonard do have a brighter future in the Red Gloves. If you've truly decided, write an application after you've been promoted to Sequence 7. This application must be written by you."

"I'm ready," Klein said, taking out the briefcase in his hand and handing it to Dunn.

Dunn was stunned for a moment, then took the file bag, shook his head and smiled, "It seems you have really made up your mind."

"You've been here too recently, but with your rate of advancement, it shouldn't be difficult for you to join the Red Gloves," Dunn said. "I hope you can pass the assessment successfully."

"I'll do my best." Klein tried to curl his lips.

After reporting to the captain, Klein left Dunn's office. He stayed at Blackthorn Security Company until the afternoon before returning home.

After returning home, Klein locked himself in his room.

"The embodiment of disaster,

The ruler of the mirror world,
A symbol of joy and pain."

"I'm about to be promoted to Sequence Seven."

Klein sat on a wooden chair, his hands clasped in prayer, his forehead resting on his hands, seeming extremely pious.

After praying, he did not open his eyes immediately, but took two deep breaths before slowly opening his eyes.

There were several books and notebooks on the desk, and a pen was placed horizontally in front of Klein. Next to the pen was an ugly metal doll.

Klein lowered his eyes and stared deeply at the metal doll.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, slowly lowered his head, covered his eyes, and closed them tightly.

Klein could clearly feel his palms slowly becoming wet, tears sticking to his eyelashes, making him feel very uncomfortable.

……

Daffodil Street, inside another apartment
Eve received Klein's prayer.

He understood what this news meant.

Eve sighed deeply, and the surrounding environment suddenly became rich and colorful, the white became whiter, and the red became redder, but the oil painting world only stayed for a few seconds, and everything returned to its original appearance.

Rarity looked up at Eve in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"We're leaving," Eve murmured, petting Rarity.

……

Because of the Qilingos incident, both Justice and The Hanged Man took leave, so Klein simply canceled this week's Tarot Club.

On the first day that tickets for The Return of the Count were available for pre-order, Klein went to buy tickets with Melissa and Benson.

"The Return of the Count", a famous play adapted from Russell's work, is very popular and there were unusually many people at the ticket booking site.

After a long wait, Klein and the others finally stood in front of the ticket seller.

"Three tickets," Benson held up three fingers and said, "Thank you very much."

The ticket seller took the banknotes Benson handed him, unfolded them one by one, and after checking them, smiled and handed the three tickets to Benson. Melissa stared at the tickets in Benson's hand with sparkling eyes, a hint of desire in her eyes.

Benson noticed Melissa's gaze, and with a smile in his eyes, he handed the ticket to Melissa.

"Melissa, you keep it."

"it is good."

Melissa carefully took the ticket and raised her hand, wanting to touch it, but she was worried that the ink had dried and she might rub it. If it was rubbed, they would not be able to enter.

In the end, Melissa just touched the ticket lightly, carefully pinched the two corners of the ticket with both hands, and looked at it over and over again, her eyes full of anticipation.

Benson and Klein saw Melissa's cautious look and felt distressed.

“You can safely put them in your pocket, Melissa,” Klein said. “The ink on the tickets is dry.”

"Ah."

Melissa carefully placed the ticket in the pocket of her dress, with her hand lightly resting on the pocket to prevent it from being stolen by thieves or accidentally falling out of her pocket.

"Let's go to church."

Benson glanced at Melissa's hand in her pocket, then looked away. They had all changed into their going-out clothes, thinking they'd stop by St. Selina's Church for mass while they were going.

Melissa and Klein nodded and walked to the roadside to wait for the public carriage.

Melissa seemed a little nervous along the way. Klein understood Melissa's feelings very well. He felt the same way when he first received his salary. When he walked on the street, he always felt that someone would jump out and rob him at the next second.

"Melissa, I'll keep the tickets," Klein said, raising his cane. "If a thief tries to steal our tickets, I'll beat him hard with my cane."

"Then I'll keep it," Benson laughed, "because I can beat the thief harder."

In Melissa and Benson's eyes, Klein is just a nerd, although he has changed a little after finding a job.

Melissa pursed her lips, took the ticket out of her pocket, and handed it to Benson.

While the three siblings were joking, a carriage arrived in front of them.

The three of them boarded the carriage and arrived at the Church of St. Selina.

The Moretti family are all believers of the Goddess of Night. Although the Moretti brothers and sisters are not devout believers, they come to attend mass every once in a while and have already memorized the procedures.

Klein sat between Benson and Melissa. From the corner of his eye, he saw Melissa and Benson close their eyes, clasp their hands together, and pray silently in their hearts.

He retracted his gaze and, like Melissa and Benson, raised his hands and prayed devoutly in his heart:
"Goddess of the Night, higher than the stars, and longer than eternity,

You are the Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrets,
She is also the queen of misfortune and fear, and the lord of sleep and silence."

"I confess that I hid something very important from my family, the most important people in the world."

"I don't ask for their forgiveness, I don't ask for their understanding. If they resent me, I will accept it. If they drive me away, I will leave."

"I just hope they can live a healthy and happy life."

"Praise the goddess."

Klein suppressed his emotions and repeated his prayers over and over again. He knew that gods existed, and as the leader of a secret organization, he hoped for the first time that the gods' gaze would fall upon him.

After an unknown amount of time, Klein heard a slight movement beside him—Melissa and Benson had finished their prayer.

He opened his eyes right after the other two did.

Klein looked at Melissa and Benson. He felt a lingering sense of unease in his chest, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart. It wasn't painful, but it was very uncomfortable.

The Joker's ability allowed him to conceal his emotions well. He smiled and nodded at Benson and Melissa as usual, and left St. Selina Church with his brother and sister and returned home.

(End of this chapter)