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Klein subconsciously took a step back. For a moment, he could not distinguish if he was awake or still in a dream.

The figure took off his black hat, bowed slightly, smiled and spoke in a low voice.

“Allow me to reintroduce myself. Night Watcher, Dunn Smith.”

[Night Watcher? The team of Extraordinaries mentioned by “Justice” and the "Hanged-man” that was under the Goddess of the Night?] Klein began to understand the situation. He recalled what had happened just now and asked curiously.

“You can control dreams? Did you fabricate the dream just now?”

The Night Watcher, Dunn Smith, put on the black hat again. It covered his slightly high hairline, and his dark, gray eyes showed a concealed smile.

“No, I have only entered your dreams and make the necessary guidance.”

His voice was mellow and soft as he spoke in the corridor of darkness and gloom. It was as if he didn’t want to disturb the other people’s sweet dreams.

“In dreams, although the normally repressed emotions and hidden mentalities are magnified, thus appearing to be confusing, ridiculous and crazy. However, the truths still exist and remain hidden beneath the surface. For an experienced person like me, everything is obvious and easy to notice. Therefore, in comparison to an awaked person, I would rather believe the you in the dreams.”

[This … how can normal people control their dreams? If I had dreamed of something on the earth, wouldn’t it be discovered by Dunn Smith?] Klein was surprised and full of after fear for the encounter in his dream.

But he soon realized something strange. He remembered that he was very clear-headed and sensible in his dreams. It was as if he knew exactly what to say and what not to say.

In simple terms, it is not like dreaming at all!

[Therefore, Dunn Smith only “saw” what I want him to see?]

Klein’s thoughts raced through his head, and then he had a sudden insight on the situation.

[Is this the benefit that comes with transmigration? For example, I may have a different soul compare to others? Or perhaps it is the additional influence of the “luck conversion ritual”?]

“So, Mr. Smith, are you convinced now that I have really lost my memory?” Klein organized his words and asked cautiously.

Dunn Smith did not answer directly but instead gave him a thoughtful look.

“Are you not surprised by this kind of encounter?”

“The people whom I had met before refused to believe that there were extraordinary powers. Even when they were awake, they would insist that they were still dreaming.”

Klein gave an “hmm”.

“Maybe it’s because I have been praying and hoping that such a power will come to assist me.”

“It’s very interesting logic… maybe the reason that you have survived is not solely because of luck.” Dunn nodded with a smile. “I can confirm that you have really lost some memories because of this incident, especially the memories regarding the event itself."

"In this case, I can go back?” Klein heaved a sigh of relief and queried.

Dunn inserted one hand into his pocket and paced slowly towards Klein. The surrounding ambiance became quiet and gentle.

“No, you still have to come with me to see the 'expert." He replied politely with a smile.

“Why?” Klein blurted out, he added hastily, “don’t you believe in your ability to read dreams?”

[Are you joking? If the “expert” is good at hypnosis, reading minds or similar abilities, then wouldn’t my biggest secret be exposed?]

[The result will be atrocious!]

“I’ve may be modest, but I do have confidence in my understanding of dreams,” Dunn replied in composure. “However, it’s not a bad thing to verify something important again. What’s more, her expertise is in a different field from me. She may be able to help you restore your memories to a certain extent.”

Without waiting for Klein speak, he continued in a low voice.

“After all, you are the primary clue to locating the whereabouts of Antigonus family’s notebook.”

“What?” Klein was confused.

Dunn stopped in front of him, his gray pupils stared into Klein’s eyes.

“We could not find the Fourth Epoch notebook on the site. We had searched the whole house thoroughly but we still couldn't find it. Welch is dead. Naya is dead. And you are the only clue left.”

“…well.” Klein was silent for a moment and took a deep breath.

[The notebook has gone missing… this is so unexpected!]

[I haven’t even thought about the whereabouts of the Fourth Epoch notebook!]

Dunn nodded slightly, he walked passed Klein and continued speaking.

"You can lock the door and follow me to Welch’s residence. The ‘expert’ is waiting for us there.”

Silently taking a breath, Klein's heart pounded uneasily.

He had wanted to refuse or even run away. However, he believed that Dunn Smith, with the simulation of the dream, would definitely have raised his alert. Given the gap between a normal person and an extraordinary, it would not be possible for him to escape.

[There must be a gun on him… and he is probably someone who has practiced shooting many times before…]

With all kinds of thoughts speeding through a heavy mind, Klein finally chose to accept the reality.

“Ok.”

[For now, I can only take one step at a time. Maybe the special experience in my dreams will work again…]

“Let’s go.” Dunn’s tone didn’t waver.

Klein turned and followed two steps. He then stopped abruptly.

“Mr. Smith, I… I want to go to the toilet first.”

[Afterall, I came out with the intention to go to the toilet…]

Dunn did not stop him. Instead, he threw a meaningful glance at Klein.

“No problem, Klein. Believe me, in the night I’m far more powerful than you can imagine.”

[In the night…] Klein silently repeated these words.

He did not make any recklessly attempts anymore. After he honestly solved the bulge of the lower abdomen, he washed his face with cold water to cool himself down completely.

After changing his clothes and closing his door, Klein followed Dunn down the stairs in gentle footsteps. They walked to the exit of the apartment.

Amidst the calmness, Dunn Smith suddenly questioned.

“At the end of the dream, why did you want to escape? What were you afraid of?”

Klein's thoughts raced quickly and he answered.

“I don’t remember what I did at Welch’s place, I don’t remember if I was the one who caused him and Naya to die directly. I’m afraid that it would be found out to be related to me. I wouldn’t want to take a gamble. It’s better to run away to the Southern Continent and start a new life.”

"If it were me, I would have done the same.” Dunn pushed open the apartment door. The cool breeze in the middle of the night blew away the heat in the house.

He was not worried about Klein’s possible escape and stepped into carriage first. It was the same carriage that Klein saw in his dreams. The four-wheeled, single-horse, chauffeur-carriage was painted with a “Double-Sword across Royal Crown” police symbol.

Klein followed Dunn and noticed that there was a thick carpet on the floor of the carriage, the whole place was filled with aromas of tranquillity.

As he took a seat, he tried to find a topic and probe more into the case.

“Mr. Smith, if… let's say if the 'expert' proves that I have really forgotten about the incident and that I a victim, not a criminal, will the matter be over?"

"In theory, yes. We will try to locate the notebook from other sources. As long as it exists, it can be discovered. Of course, before that, we will need to confirm that there are no curses left on you, no marks of evil spirits, and no corresponding psychological problems. With that, you can peacefully and healthily welcome the future of your life." Dunn Smith showed a smile. It was a rather queer smile.

Klein keenly observed this, He could not relax and quickly followed up.

“In theory?”

“Yes, it’s just theoretical. In this field, there are always things that are distorted, contrary to common sense, and unbelievable.” Dunn looked at Klein’s eyes. “Sometimes, we just cannot foresee the beginnings or the ends of the incidents."

“For example?” Klein was a little shaken.

On an almost empty street, the carriage drove quickly. Dunn took out his pipe and sniffed it deeply.

“When we thought that things were over and everything had returned to normal, it would come back in a more frightening and abnormal way.”

"A few years ago, we handled a case of a cult. They organized the believers to commit suicide as sacrifices to please evil gods. One of the believers was selected, but his survival instincts overcame the stupidity, the foolish beliefs, and the hallucinatory drugs. He secretly ran to the police station to report the case.”

"The matter was handed over to us. It was a very small task because the cult had no Extraordinaries. The evil gods that they worshipped were simply made up by the leaders as a mean to extort money and enjoy. It was a disgrace to human nature."

“We just sent two members. Together with the cooperation of the police, we successfully resolved the case. Not a single cult member escaped. As for the whistleblower, we had also confirmed that he did not have the marks of evil spirits, curses, psychological damages, nor any personality problems. There were no strange signs at all."

"After that, he had a great career progression. He married a very good wife and she gave birth to a boy and a girl. The shadows of the incident seemed to have left him. The horrors and blood of past appeared to have completely dissipated."

Here, Dunn Smith laughed and smiled.

“But in the March of this year, despite a great financial situation, a happy marriage, and good-looking kids, he died. He strangled himself to death in his office.”

The bright crimson moonlight outside the wagon window shone onto Dunn Smith.

At this moment, his seemingly self-deprecating smile made Klein shudder.

“Strangled himself to death…” Klein silently breathed in, he could almost imagine his own miserable ending.

[Even if you escaped, you have only escaped it temporarily.

Is there any way to solve it permanently?

Perhaps, by becoming an Extraordinary?]

The carriage fell silent, and countless thoughts raced through Klein's mind.

In this indescribable silence, the carriage traveled for a long time. It moved swiftly down the roads of Tengon.

Just as Klein made up his mind to try and beg Dunn Smith for advice, the carriage stopped.

“Mr. Smith, we have arrived at Mr. McGovern's house.” The coachman’s voice passed into both person's ears.

“Let’s go down.” Dunn tidied his knee long windbreaker. “By the way, let me introduce the “expert” in advance. Her cover identity is the most famous Soul Whisperer in the Awwa County.”

Klein calmed his thoughts and asked with curiosity.

“What about her actual identity?”

Dunn half-turned his body and his head. His eyes were deep and gray.

“A real ‘Soul Whisperer’.”

TN:

Slight adjustments to previous terms.

Old – Awwa Province, Intersea Province

New – Awwa County, Intersea County.

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