Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 172 Spy Within a Spy

"Connor Paterson?"

Klein, seemingly puzzled yet also enlightened, repeated the name, feeling that the world was truly too small.

No, it's probably because Tingen is too small!

He muttered to himself and looked at the Psychological Alchemy informant in front of him.

"Mr. Duster, report Hudgen's death to the higher-ups at the Psycho-Alchemy Society immediately, and don't call the police yet. See what they do first."

"As for the mental hospital, we'll conduct a covert investigation to eliminate the danger!"

"Yes, officer! But I'll ask the director for a long leave and won't be going to the mental hospital for a while."

Seeing that the man opposite him was so calm and composed, with no unusual expression or movements, Dustor Guderian's tense emotions, which had been running all night, gradually calmed down.

If he had known the Night Watchers' hideout, and if he hadn't been trying to cover up Hudgen's death last night, this psychiatrist, who had never experienced any supernatural events, would probably have come to him directly for protection.

"Alright, is there anything else? If not, I need to go write a report as soon as possible!"

Of course, there are also reimbursement applications for carriage rental fees, which are work-related expenses.

Klein used his extraordinary abilities to control the changes in his facial expressions and mentally filled in the most important details.

"That's all, officer. My only hope is that you can thoroughly investigate this matter as soon as possible!"

"Don't worry, sir, this is the Kingdom of Rune, not the chaotic Southern Continent. You must believe that the gods will protect us!"

Seeing this, the young night watchman reassured the informant, stood up briskly, put on his top hat, and went out the door.

Although something seemed amiss, Klein wasn't worried because he was backed by one of the seven true gods' churches.

I wish I, Mr. Fool, could give people this kind of sense of security someday.

As he boarded a horse-drawn carriage, the cult leader who kept evil gods muttered to himself, easing his somewhat heavy heart.

Zotland Street.

Blackthorn Security Company.

The sudden loud bang of the door opening startled Dunn Smith, who instinctively picked up the document he was reviewing.

After seeing who it was, the old captain of the night watchman finally felt relieved and casually placed the documents in his hand on the table, showing them to the team members in front of him in a generous manner.

Don't worry, Captain, all the night watchmen know that you sometimes write love letters to Ms. Daly.

Seeing his captain acting this way, Klein thought to himself but didn't show anything unusual and obediently closed the office door.

"Any new developments with that informant?"

When Dunn Smith saw his teammate's behavior, he was neither surprised nor puzzled. Instead, just like a month ago, he solemnly asked a question.

"Yes, Captain, Hudgen is dead. The informant says he strangled himself; the informant saw it with his own eyes."

"Furthermore, Hude Eugen had contact with a man named Lanruis a long time ago!"

Without hesitation, Klein immediately repeated the information about the asylum doctor.

Upon hearing this, Dunn's gray eyes deepened slightly. He nodded steadily, appearing calm and reliable.

This rock-solid performance instantly slowed Klein's speech, making him realize that the captain truly lived up to his name, possessing a wealth of experience.

Who is Lancerius?

Just as Klein finished his story, Dunn glanced at him with his grey eyes and asked a good question.

Captain, so you didn't know anything? Then why were you so calm?

Mr. "The Clown" twitched slightly, involuntarily making a mental rant, almost unable to suppress his subconscious expression of astonishment.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Klein Moretti had to spend another three minutes recounting Laneus's crimes.

"Captain, Lanius is a conman who absconded with nearly ten thousand pounds in stolen money."

"In short, based on his behavior, he is very likely a Sequence Eight of the Thief pathway, a Scammer, a true Extraordinary!"

The young night watchman explained, adding his own analysis and deductions.

"The Extraordinary."

Dunn seemed to be thinking about something, and nodded slightly, agreeing with his teammate's analysis.

"That"

"Captain, I know Connor Paterson too!"

Before Dunn Smith could ask what was on his mind, Klein Moretti spoke first, voicing his doubts.

"You know him too?"

The old captain of the Night Watch twitched at the corner of his mouth. His gray eyes were fixed on the team member in front of him. For a moment, he even suspected that the other party was a member of some evil organization, an undercover agent within the Night Watch.

Otherwise, how come since this guy joined, not only have the number of extraordinary cases increased dramatically, but every case that happens can more or less be related to him?

"Yes, Captain, I saw him yesterday when I was touring the fortune teller's club. He's the club owner's new 'star' he's brought back, just like Heinz Vancent."

Klein, the true cult leader, was naturally unaware of the thoughts flashing through his captain's mind. He spoke with a double meaning, recounting the events of yesterday's encounter with that gentleman. Dunn listened, stroking his pipe and nodding slightly.

"It seems that the money wasn't wasted."

Having understood the general outline of the matter, the old captain made a pointed joke.

Captain, I'm not the kind of person who gets expenses reimbursed for nothing.

Upon hearing this, Klein muttered to himself, praising himself a little.

"Klein, you did a great job. According to your intelligence, both Lanius and Connor Paterson seem to have some issues. Don't go to the occult seminar they invited you to; it could be dangerous."

"Captain, I've reached Sequence Eight!"

Before Dunn Smith could finish speaking while rubbing his temples, Mr. "The Joker" immediately spoke up, reminding him of something.

The old captain of the night watchman was taken aback, then rubbed his temples and said with a wry smile:

"I forgot."

Hmph, Captain, I hope you don't forget that my salary has also increased from six pounds to ten pounds!

Klein Moretti pursed his lips, silently reminding the forgetful old captain.

"That's settled then. Lanius's case should be handled by a substitute. I'll use the pretext of investigating the Psychological Alchemy Society to get the case file. Let's first sort out this guy's interpersonal relationships in Tingen. There might be some clues that we've missed."

"And go to the fortune teller's club every day to see if you can meet that guy who believes in the Creator himself. As for his gatherings..."

At this point, Dunn Smith's expression turned strange. He looked at the team members in front of him and felt that Klein had some great talent in certain areas.

For example, infiltrating the hideouts of some strange individuals to gather intelligence and act as a spy.

"As for their gathering, this is a great opportunity."

(End of this chapter)