The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 117's

Daxter Guderian, a doctor from Greenhill Mental Hospital…

Klein quietly repeated what the detective had said and began to think of ways he could interact with the doctor he suspected of being the Audience of the Psychological Alchemist.

He did not want to take too much risk in this matter. He didn't want the Nighthawks to know that he was in trouble. He did not want to lose the life he had now just because of the exchange of information and resources.

Furthermore, this person was most likely an Audience. Anyone who has not undergone special training will not be able to hide their motives and thoughts from such a person.

I'm gonna get a proxy, make me seem a little more mysterious? No, the more people involved, the easier it becomes. Yeah, maybe I can hide the truth in the truth. I would tell the doctor about my thoughts and feelings through my expressions and body language, but not overall…

As Detective Henry described Daxter Guderian, Klein thought of what methods he could use to minimize risk without affecting the outcome he wanted.

Slowly, he finds inspiration in the detective films he once watched.

Well, I can try it, but I have to practice it over and over again. Klein nodded inwardly before directing his full concentration to what Detective Henry said.

Henry cleared his throat and said, "We are still working on a request involving a red chimney.You should know that there are many buildings in Tingen that share similar characteristics. Of course, it would be much easier if you could provide us with more clues."

Klein laughed dryly.

"i don't need to make a request if I have more leads."

To be honest, this long investigation had depressed him, as the person behind the scenes had clearly noticed Klein's prophecy and had more than enough time to find another hiding place.

So, all he could do was hope that he could find relevant clues from the tenants' information.

And that alone cost him seven pounds.Just thinking about it already made him feel pinched.Klein grabbed his wand and left after Detective Henry finished his report.

…

Nine o'clock in less than twenty minutes on Saturday morning, at the Greenhill Mental Hospital office.

Daxter Guderian, who was wearing gold-framed glasses, took off his jacket and hat and hung them on a clothes rack.

He had just picked up his can of coffee powder when he heard a knock on the door.

"Please come in" said Daxter casually.

The half-closed door opened, and a young man wearing a black jacket walked in.

Daxter did not recognize the person who entered, so he asked in puzzlement, "Good morning, you?"

Klein closed the door, took off his hat, and placed it on his chest before bending over.

"Good morning, Doctor Daxter, please forgive me for taking the liberty to visit without any warning.I am Trial Inspector Klein Moretti of the Awwa Police Department. This is my identity document and badge."

"Inspector?" Daxter muttered softly as he received Klein's identity documents and badge.

"Department of Special Operations." He looked up slowly, his eyes were calm, as if he was observing something.

Short black hair, pupils slightly darker than brown, scientific aura, no ill will at the moment…

Daxter returned the items and pointed to the chair on the other side of the table.

"Please sit down, Officer. Can I help you?"

Klein sat down and put his cane to the side. He slowly kept his documents and badge, then smiled.

"Please allow me to reintroduce myself.

"i'm also a member of Tingen City's Nighthawks Squad, which specializes in dealing with incidents involving the supernatural.

"Good morning, Mr. Audience."

Before he finished his sentence, he was not surprised to see Daxter's pupils constricting. Daxter withdrew his hand, looking like he was about to escape.

"Officer, I don't understand what you mean." Daxter forced out a few words, barely able to maintain his form. "I don't like jokes like this. Maybe I should call security."

Klein slowly took out his revolver from his scabbard, his smile unchanged.

"Mr Daxter, I know that you can see my confidence and that I have no ill intentions. Heh heh, to be honest, I myself am not too sure, but your reaction gave me the answer I needed."

Every sentence I said just now was true.

Daxter slightly relaxed, his gaze pointing towards the gun. He asked, puzzled, "I find it hard to understand why you came looking for me. I don't think that I revealed anything …"

Klein laughed and replied, "It was just a coincidence, or maybe fate wants us to meet.

"We met each other once in the underground market in the Evil Dragon Bar, but you didn't notice me back then.

"You're good at buying additional ingredients for potions first, but since I'm used to the formula, you caught my attention."

Daxter suddenly sighed, as if he had just lost the motivation to defend himself.

"So so…

"i think I'm pretty careful, to think that, to think that …"

After muttering to himself, he looked Klein in the eye and said, "Officer, I know you're not here to catch me. What's your real motive for being here?"

Daxter changed his posture. He slackened and said, "The world will be at peace if the other Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind act like you."

"You know the other members of the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind?" Klein pretended to be surprised. "This is not something that someone who became a Beyonder should know by accident. There must be an organization behind you."

He leaned back and said with a smile, "Alchemist Psychology?"

He casually saw Daxter's expression change as he said those words.

"i can see that you're anticipating my answer, yet I still missed the bait and fell into your linguistic trap .." Daxter said in frustration.

He began to realize that the condition of the Spectator was not omnipotent. He could tell why the other party was here, but that didn't mean he understood the specifics.

Klein stroked his revolver cylinder and said, "Doctor, we need to speak honestly. It can start with me.

“I don't believe that unmanaged Beyonders are potential criminals, but I do agree that any Beyonder should be registered and monitored. This is a precaution against the risk of Beyonders losing control. This is to avoid something more dangerous.

"I won't interfere with your normal life, but I wish there was limited cooperation between us."

"Bridged cooperation?" Daxter asked, as if thinking of something.

Klein laughed a little.

"Yes, limited.

"For example, tell me about your condition on a regular basis.You should know that it is possible to save someone who has not completely lost control, and the Nighthawks have considerable experience in this.

"Or, if you can give me a clue about the Beyonder you know, or the Beyonder in your organization who will do something that could harm innocent people.

"Or, if you want to exchange something for an item that you can use more of. This is the benefit I gave you. You should know what alimony means.

"Also, you don't have to worry about being suddenly prosecuted by members of the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or Machinery Hivemind one day. You can live your life with joy and stability.

"We will give you something you can use to prove your identity.You can use it when you have no other choice."

Daxter listened in silence. Moments before he said, "you want me to betray my organization?"

"No, don't betray" Klein said sincerely. "This is the protection of justice, morals, and goodness.You stop something evil, merciless, and bloody. Besides, I won't ask you to betray the secrets of the organization you belong to."

Daxter thought for a moment, as if feeling better now for some reason.

He was silent for a few seconds before he extended his right hand.

"It's for a successful partnership."

Klein shook his hand with his free hand and said, "Successful cooperation."

He paused for a moment before laughing.

"Doctor, can you tell me if you are a member of the Psychological Alchemist?"

"Yes." Yeah." Daxter nodded.

Klein, who had not deactivated his Spirit Vision since he entered, did not notice the discoloration of his emotions. So he asked silently, "How did you join the Psychological Alchemist?"

Daxter looked into his eyes and said, "I found out that there was a patient of this mental hospital who could see right through me when I was taking care of him. His clear mind was not like a madman…

"Hood Eugen's name."

Klein remembered the name and chatted with Daxter a little longer, deciding on a secret way to communicate and meet.

He did not exchange any problems regarding potions, formulas, and rumors for the time being. At the right moment, he said goodbye and saved his revolver before leaving Daxter's office.

Daxter sighed after he saw Klein's back disappear from his field of vision. He slumped into his chair, feeling a little tormented and a little relaxed.

…

36 Zouteland Road. Inside the Blackthorn Security Company.

Sitting behind his desk, Dunn swept the area with her gray eyes and asked, "What happened?"

Klein, who was about half an hour late, set his mind and said, "Captain, I found the Beyonder and confirmed that he is a member of the Psychological Alchemist.

"He's an orthodox doctor and willing to work with us. I think it's best to maintain the status quo. He can help us learn more about the current condition of the Psychological Alchemy Association."

After pausing for a few seconds, Klein added, "i'd like to develop it into an informant for the Nighthawks, or a hidden external member."

The word 'informan' comes from the Intis language. It was made by Emperor Roselle.

Dunn nodded slowly and said, "You handled the situation well, but it would be best to let me know when you encounter such a situation in the future.

"Give me the doctor's information and a written explanation of how you handled this situation.I'll give him something he can use to prove his identity.

“Also, don't talk about this with Leonard and the others. Although they are trustworthy teammates, the protocol clearly requires us to stay this close.

"You'll be responsible for contacting that doctor in the future."

Klein sighed in silence and replied with a smile, "Alright."