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Chapter 30 I feel like I'm being targeted by something unclean.
Backlund.
After a busy day, Hugh returned to the apartment she shared with her friends. Today, she once again acted as an arbitrator, teaching a few gangsters a lesson.
Before entering the house, she noticed an extra letter in the mailbox by the door.
"Fors, I have a letter for you."
"Fors?"
Seeing that his friend did not respond, Hugh went straight to Fors' bedroom and knocked on the door.
"What? Why did you wake me up, Hush?" Fors rubbed her eyes, her tone somewhat reproachful.
"You're still not up?" Hugh asked, sounding a little shocked. After all, it was already 4 p.m., and dusk was just around the corner.
"Of course not, I also came down for lunch." Fors retorted somewhat guiltily upon hearing her friend's words.
Hearing this, Xiu frowned: "So you slept right after lunch until now."
"I just finished the manuscript the night before and I'm a little tired," Fors said with an embarrassed smile.
Seeing his friend's lazy appearance, Xiu sighed and said, "If you had finished writing earlier, you wouldn't be so tired."
"That's impossible," Fors said outright.
"Only when I'm close to the deadline can I get motivated; otherwise, I simply can't put pen to paper."
"Besides, I don't usually write because I want to accumulate inspiration."
Xiu put his hand to his forehead but didn't say anything, as if he had already gotten used to his friend's personality.
"By the way, this is your letter. It seems to have been written by your pen pal."
"Really! Let me see it quickly." Fors suddenly perked up and took the letter from Hugh's hand.
Seeing Fors's excited expression, Hugh smirked and said jokingly, "You're always so happy to receive letters from this person. Are you really just a pen pal?"
"Of course, what else could it be?" Fors retorted instinctively upon hearing his friend's words.
"Oh~ really?" Hugh's tone was somewhat amused as he noticed his friend's slightly off reaction.
"Ahem, he was my first fan, and the first fan to write to me. As a writer, it's very important to listen to the opinions of my fans from time to time."
"Yeah?"
"Of course," Fors nodded.
"Oh my God!"
"His family has gone through a crisis, and I didn't even know," Fors said, her face showing some anxiety.
"So, he came to ask you for help?" Hugh asked, puzzled.
"No, he said he also wanted to be a writer."
"Huh?" Hugh was a little confused; she felt like she wasn't keeping up with the other person's train of thought.
"Do you want to become a writer because you read your book?"
"Um."
"But literary creation can't be done just by having passion, can it?" Hugh asked.
"Since he could see the potential in my work, I think his literary talent must be pretty good," Fors said with a hint of self-praise.
"This..." Upon hearing his friend's words, Hugh's lips twitched slightly.
She suddenly felt that Fors' pen pal was as unreliable as her friend.
After a while, Fors, having read the entire letter, exclaimed, "He's simply a genius!"
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"So, Captain, this is how you found me?" Klein, who had just become an administrative staff member, once again asked Dunn about his previous experience of being approached by the Night Watchers.
"Not entirely, mainly because we also received a report."
"Report?" Klein was a little confused. He felt that the word "report" didn't quite fit him.
Dunn nodded and answered Klein's question: "That's right, it's a tip-off. Someone anonymously submitted a tip-off to the police station saying that there was an unusual incident on Iron Cross Street."
"This matches some of the information we have, so we expedited the investigation."
"Is that so? It seems a bit suspicious!" Klein thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Do you know who reported it?"
"It's not clear yet. The tip-off letter was found in the police station's mailbox, and no footprints or other traces were found around the mailbox."
"We did some divination, but we didn't get any useful information. However, judging from the fact that the other party made this report, they shouldn't be a dangerous person."
"Dunne is chatting with the new recruits." Daly Simone pushed open the office door and walked in.
"Dalie, what brings you here?" Dunn asked, somewhat puzzled.
"What, you're not welcoming me?" Daly said with a squinty smile.
"No, no." Dunn hesitated, looking at Daly's expression.
"I have a case file here that I need to investigate. Can you give me some advice?" Seeing Dunn's reaction made her even happier.
"You can talk to Old Neil," Dunn suggested, glancing at Klein beside him.
"He's on vacation today," Dai Li replied with a smile.
"What about Leonard?"
"He's so unreliable." She said, then walked straight up to Dunn, grabbed his arm, and started to pull him outside.
Before leaving, she smiled and said to Klein, "Alright, new guy, I'll borrow your captain for a bit."
Seemingly startled by the sudden situation, Dunn froze, and was pulled away by Daly.
Before leaving, Dunn suddenly came to his senses and said to Klein, "Don't worry about the whistleblower letter, we'll investigate it thoroughly. And don't worry about your safety, we'll..."
He was taken away before he could finish speaking.
"Is this world really this open?" Klein murmured to himself as he witnessed the scene before him.
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Above the gray fog, Klein spotted a red star faintly glowing.
"This image is of Tingen." He was surprised to see a glimpse of Tingen in that star.
After a moment's thought, he reached out and gently touched the deep red star, just as he had done before.
"This is?"
Unlike the previous Mr. Hanged Man and Ms. Justice, this time the star suddenly exploded as soon as his hand touched it.
A beam of silvery-white light shone down, illuminating the surroundings.
Klein was startled and instinctively covered his face with his hands.
A moment later, the light faded, and everything returned to calm.
Klein, feeling as if he had been blinded by a flashbang, stood frozen in place, unable to process what had just happened.
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Azure Hotel.
In the past few days, Lorne has gone to Iron Cross Street several times, and fortunately he has not found anything unusual.
He knew his actions were somewhat rash and lacked composure. In fact, he himself wondered if he had too much unnecessary kindness.
Fortunately, he did not feel any warning from fate, which gave him some comfort.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
"What is that?!"
Lorne, who was asleep, suddenly sat up in bed.
"What exactly was that dream about?"
"Aww?" Lorne's movements seemed to have woken up the cat, and Rachel turned over and stared at him with some displeasure.
"Rachi, I think I'm being targeted by something unclean."