Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 77 Klein: Come on, Captain, don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower

Tuesday night, Tingen.

After a tiring day, Klein fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow. Today was Tuesday, and Klein, who was supposed to enter the simulated universe, discovered that he did not enter the technologically advanced room tonight.

In his hazy and fragmented dream, Klein suddenly woke up and found himself sitting in the living room of his home with a copy of the Tingen City Honest Newspaper in his hand.

Someone entered his dream.

This feeling is very different from entering a simulated universe.

He was stunned at first, then, guided by his spiritual intuition, he looked out the bay window with a mixture of anger and amusement.

The door creaked open, and Dunn, wearing a black knee-length windbreaker and holding a cane and a pipe, walked in slowly.
He still wore a half-high black top hat and still had deep gray eyes.

Dunn came to the living room, sat on the single sofa, and leisurely crossed his right leg over his left leg.

Klein smiled crookedly.

Dunn, Dunn, I didn't expect you to discover my identity as the leader of a secret organization. It seems I can't keep you here.

Bold Dunn, I already knew you didn’t trust me. Look at me, the mighty Tianlong!

Dunn put away his cane, took off his hat, and leaned back slightly. He just looked at Klein quietly, as if thinking, with the corners of his mouth raised like a Nike.

Thinking of the last time the captain stole his dinner in his dream, Klein couldn't help but curl his lips.
In order not to reveal that he knew it was a dream, he glanced at Dunn, then pretended not to be affected and continued reading the newspaper.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes passed. He looked up at Dunn opposite him and found that the captain was still looking at him quietly, as if thinking.

Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes passed. Klein flipped the newspaper over and over again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dunn looking at him quietly, as if thinking.
Everyone knows... although Klein doesn't know it.

Gods will influence their believers, just like the Church of the Storm mostly favors men over women.

The Church of the Night, which is affiliated with the Night Goddess who was originally from Britain, has an unusually high rate of Nantong.

Especially the Nightmare Path to which the Goddess of Night herself belongs.

Looking into Dunn's deep gray eyes, Klein seemed to understand something.

Could it be! Could it be! Something bad is wrong!
Klein's heart was filled with alarm.

I'm so stupid, really.

I just know that in the Blackthorn Security Company, there is a Nantong like Leonard in our team, and they will be interested in him.

I didn't know the captain was the same.

But he is not a little boy, is he? However, the captain is not a priest either.

So that's why. No wonder the captain never confessed his feelings to Ms. Daly.

But it wasn't the Captain's fault; his charm was immense. This was his sin, and he should bear it alone.

But it doesn't matter, this is all to help the captain digest the potion.

Come on, Captain.

Don't pity me because I am a delicate flower!
I won't tell Ms. Daly.

Looking at Klein, who looked like he was ready to sacrifice himself, Dunn remained unmoved.

Captain, I feel very uncomfortable with you like this... Klein was getting restless.

He folded the newspaper and put it aside, smiled and nodded at Dunn, then went to the kitchen to get a rag and pretended to wipe the dining table and coffee table.

"oops."

His hand shook, and the rag fell to the ground. Klein bent down to pick it up.

Miscalculated! Klein quickly turned back.

Nothing happened.

Under this silent, unwavering gaze, Klein wiped the furniture, cleaned the room, and was exhausted in his dream.

What made him most tired was Dunn Smith, who was looking at him quietly as if thinking.

I will always watch over you... forever...

After an unknown amount of time, he finally saw the captain put down his right leg, stand up, pick up his cane, put on his hat, and walk towards the gate.

Klein held his breath and watched Dunn leave his home.

He couldn't help but raise his right hand and wave goodbye.

Uncle, come and play again next time.

Huh… When everything returned to normal, Klein let out a long breath.

Although he didn't actually sell his ditches, Klein was exhausted after doing housework all night in his dream.

What a nightmare that just happened, he thought, wanting to cry but unable to.

Why do cows and horses work in dreams? Is Captain Dunn the reincarnation of a capitalist?
Klein lay down on the sofa to rest for a while, but the surrounding environment suddenly distorted and changed.

He came to the simulated universe.

Come again!
PS: Monthly ticket, monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)