So even though it would be a bit hard, he still decided to squeeze out time and go to that clinic on his own to look for any clues that might exist.

"You are really dedicated..." The poet-like Nighthawk seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just sighed and patted Klein on the shoulder, turned around and entered the carriage.

When the carriage belonging to the police station passed the corner, Klein looked up at the sun rising above his head, and was almost blinded by the bright and bright sunlight.

"When I find you, I must let you compensate me for all my losses..."

Rubbing his somewhat uncomfortable eyes, Klein muttered, turned around and walked towards the next street.

On the other side, the "Midnight Poet" who returned to Zotland Street jumped off the carriage and walked to the Old Weir restaurant near the company.

After sitting down in a relatively secluded corner, Leonard ordered a single meal, put down the menu, raised his hands and looked at the sky and clouds outside the window, and spoke in a low voice like he was talking to himself:

"Old man, do you think Klein has discovered my extraordinary secret during these two days of testing?"

"..." The vicissitudes of voice in his mind was silent for a long time before he responded, "How many times have you emphasized in front of your friend that you have a secret? Do you think he still needs to test it?"

"But I think he's been acting weird these days...and, old man, don't you think it's weird? Every incident related to him becomes more complicated, and it's too coincidental." Leonard hummed in a nasal voice.

I had my own doubts.

The old voice seemed to be sighing:

"Maybe it's not just a coincidence. Boy, don't forget that your new colleague mentioned to you that he felt that the recent events in Tingen seemed to be caused by someone behind the scenes."

When the waiter who served him walked away, Leonard picked up the knife and fork and continued to whisper to himself:

"I have not forgotten it, but that is just speculation. There is no evidence to prove that what he said is definitely correct."

"Ha." The vicissitudes of life's voice chuckled in the mind of the young Nighthawk, "That's why I have the ability to be promoted from Sequence 9 to Sequence 8 within a month, and I dare to submit a special application to the Church of the Night and accept the job of the Holy Church.

Exam; and you..."

"I, I was trying to be cautious at that time! And now I am also trying to speed up the process of digesting the potion! You can't deny that I have been reciting poems recently..."

Leonard defended himself while holding up his fork, but he was obviously in a daze after that, as if he had forgotten the motivation and reason for his decision to recite the poem seriously.

"Don't let your new colleagues overtake you in digesting the potion." The old voice provoked him again, intentionally or unintentionally.

After chewing and swallowing the food in his mouth, Leonard put down his knife and fork, took out his wallet from his pocket, and opened it with some confusion.

"By the way, old man, I always forget to confirm one thing with you..."

As he spoke, Leonard pulled out a thin "piece of paper" from the transparent compartment of his wallet and asked puzzledly:

"Do you remember when I put this completely blank photo in my wallet? Why do I have no memory?"

Leonard, who waited for a long time without waiting for an answer, quickly asked again: "...Old man? Did you hear what I asked just now?"

"You are really rude! How can you call an old man to ask for help like this!"

The old voice scolded him a few words in anger, then sighed again.
Chapter completed!