Mystery: The Witch of Desire

……

As night fell, Livre returned to No. 2 Narcissus Street. She silently activated her invisibility ability and skillfully slipped into Klein's room.

Inside, Klein was fast asleep on the bed, looking much better than usual. The clothes hanging on the clothes rack were also more elegant and presentable than before, showing that the salary for the night watch clerical job was indeed quite generous.

Liviel slowly revealed herself, took out a mirror, and with a slight surge of spiritual energy at her fingertips, she once again used the psychic technique.

Klein's body trembled slightly on the bed, as if he had fallen into a chaotic nightmare, before returning to calm and stillness a moment later.

The surrounding environment became blurry, and in this blurry world, Klein's spirit was slowly drawn out, his expression blank and dazed, standing quietly in front of Livre.

"Klein, congratulations on becoming a civilian staff member of the Night Watch."

Liviel spoke softly, not merely as a polite greeting to the spirit, but to see if he would reveal any useful information.

Klein responded briefly and in a flat tone:

"Thank you."

Livre wasn't surprised and pressed on with further questions:

"How many members are there in the Night Watch squad? Which pathway and sequence do they each belong to?"

Klein's face twitched slightly as he answered slowly:

"I don't know, I'm just a civilian employee."

Livre was slightly disappointed and asked again:

What information do you currently have about the night watchmen?

Klein, with a serious expression, slowly and deliberately answered:

"There's a coffee shop across from their base that has really good steak."

Livre was speechless for a moment, silently complaining to herself, and then asked again:

"Is that Quaternary notebook in the hands of the Night Watchman?"

"I...don't know."

Klein's tone remained blank.

Livre felt a wave of helplessness and thought to herself: Perhaps it's because Klein, as an office worker, doesn't have access to these kinds of extraordinary matters?

She asked no more questions, and quietly used the power of persuasion to whisper in his spirit's ear:

"Hurry up and become an extraordinary one, become an extraordinary one, become an extraordinary one..."

Klein's expression grew increasingly bewildered, and he muttered blankly, repeating in a low voice:

"To become extraordinary..."

Livre nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes. It seemed that the subtle instigation had taken effect.

Then, she whispered again, trying to persuade her:

Forget me, forget that I ever existed, forget everything related to me.

Klein's lips trembled as he blankly repeated what he had said, his expression dazed and confused.

Seeing this, Livre ended the psychic session at the right time.

Her gaze returned to Klein's sleeping body, and she instinctively reached into the lining of his coat beside the bed, only to be slightly taken aback—the ten-pound note was nowhere to be found.

Slightly puzzled, she reached into his pocket and found the banknote in his lower garment pocket.

Did he discover the money I hid on him so quickly?

Livre glanced suspiciously at Klein on the bed. His eyes were still closed, his face was calm, and his breathing was even, as if he were fast asleep.

After a moment's hesitation, she immediately concealed herself, pretending to turn and leave, but in reality, she stood quietly in the corner of the room, silently watching the person on the bed.

Klein remained motionless, and soon his steady, gentle snoring began to rise.

Livril then lowered her guard slightly and quietly left the apartment.

Leaving Narcissus Street, she still felt uneasy, so she took out the mirror again to perform a divination:

“Klein has the means to remain conscious during psychic sessions.”

The mirror remained perfectly still. This indicated that Klein was unaware that he was being spied on by a psychic.

Livre was finally completely relieved. Klein was just an ordinary person; he couldn't possibly have any means to interfere with divination, could he?

However, we should reduce the frequency of communicating with him in the future. Over time, even ordinary people might notice something is wrong, such as constantly having headaches or dreaming about a beautiful woman at night.

……

In the early morning, Melissa saw Klein coming out of his room and heading to the bathroom. He looked unwell, with dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept all night.

Melissa asked, somewhat surprised:

"Klein, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Klein smiled wryly:

"Yes, I had a nightmare last night and didn't sleep well."

He was inwardly groaning:

That eerily beautiful woman is back! And she's used her psychic powers on me again. Last night I could only pretend to be asleep, not daring to move an inch, lest she discover that I can retain all the memories from the psychic encounter. I was on edge all night, unable to fall asleep at all.

Having been psychic twice by an unidentified woman, Klein is seriously considering reporting the matter truthfully to Captain Dunn.

Initially, he hadn't built enough trust with the Night Watchers, and he struggled to explain why he could retain his memories during psychic encounters, fearing it would arouse suspicion and doubt. But after spending these days together, he had developed a liking for the Tingen Night Watchers and had prepared a suitable explanation; it was time to give an honest report.

Today is Sunday, but the night watchmen work in shifts and don't have a two-day weekend. Klein, as usual, reported to Blackthorn Security and went directly to Dunn Smith:

"Captain, I have something to report to you."

Klein's serious expression caught Dunn's attention. He straightened up and looked at Klein with his deep eyes:

"what's up?"

Klein said after careful consideration:

“I’ve been having a recurring nightmare lately, where a beautiful woman asks me questions. The hazy feeling is somewhat similar to the psychic encounter Miss Daly had with me before. So, I suspect that someone might have used psychic abilities on me while I was asleep.”

Upon hearing this, Dunn frowned, and after a few seconds asked:

Do you remember what questions she asked you?

Klein pretended to try to remember, and after a long while answered somewhat uncertainly:

"I don't remember exactly, but it was something about the Antigonus family notebook and the Night Watch squad's setup..."

Dunn's expression grew even more solemn. He slowly nodded and said in a deep voice:

"It seems that the Antigonus family's notebook has indeed attracted a lot of attention. First, members of the Secret Order came to your house to investigate, and then there was a woman of unknown identity who appeared to be communicating with you through spirit communication..."

Dunn suddenly changed the subject and looked seriously at Klein:

"Klein, do you want to become an Extraordinary?"

"An extraordinary one?"

Klein was overjoyed; he hadn't expected his opportunity to arrive so soon.

Dunn said with an appreciative tone:

"Thanks to your quick thinking, we successfully captured the members of the Secret Order and unveiled the secret organization that we know so little about. This time, because you sensed someone communicating with you, we received a timely warning. You have accumulated enough merit to select Sequence 9 potions from the incomplete path."

Klein asked proactively:

"What options are available for me to choose from?"

Dunn turned around, draped in a cascading crimson veil, and looked into Klein's eyes, slowly saying:

“Those who seek secrets, those who collect corpses, hunters, and diviners.”

"You don't have to rush to choose; tell me your answer tomorrow."

……

A slightly cool touch crept across her skin, disturbing her light sleep. Liviel slowly opened her eyes, a hint of lazy annoyance in her expression. She reached into her pajamas, grabbed the mischievous little white dog, and tossed it out of the covers.

She rolled over in bed again, lingering there for a while until the sunlight streaming in from the window stung her eyes. Only then did she lazily look up at the clock on the wall and realize it was almost noon.

She returned from Klein's place in the early hours of the morning last night. After a quick wash, she went straight to sleep and slept until now.

Liviel got out of bed, washed and tidied herself up, and changed into a gentle beige dress. She was about to go out when Little White, who had just been thrown out, became very clingy and nimbly climbed up her ankles, obediently coiling around her thighs.

"Livia, where are we going today?" Little White flicked its tongue, its voice soft and childish. "I'm craving the taste of mice. Can you take me to eat some? They have to be young mice without hair, I can't swallow the big ones."

Livre ignored it and walked straight out of the room to find Fors and Hugh.

Fors had just gotten up when Hugh returned from his journey, looking travel-worn.

The three of them went to a nearby restaurant together and sat down for lunch. During the meal, Xiu mentioned his morning's activities:

"I've already gotten in touch with the police station to get the household registration information. I'll go make the transaction this afternoon, so I might be back a little late."

This efficient work style drew sincere praise from Livre and Fors. Livre asked with some concern:

"Would you like us to come with you?"

Xiu gently shook his head, his tone firm and composed:

"These kinds of private intelligence transactions are always done by one person at a time. Too many people in the same group can easily arouse suspicion. Don't worry, I have plenty of experience with this kind of situation."

Although Livre nodded in agreement, she couldn't help but think of the time when the Aurora Society cultists set a trap to capture Fors, and she was still a little worried.

She silently took out the mirror she carried with her and used divination to confirm that there was no danger in Xiu's transaction, only then did she completely put her worries aside.

After lunch, the three sat idly for a while before Hugh set off for the dock area; while Livre and Fors strolled along University Street, hoping to gather some information about the mutual aid society.

It was Sunday, and the university street was exceptionally lively and bustling. Large numbers of students left the campus to enjoy their pleasant holiday.

Looking at the vibrant students before him, Fors couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion, his voice filled with nostalgia:

“Miss Monroe, seeing these students reminds me of my own college days. Those were truly carefree and wonderful years when I was focused on literary creation. I completed the first draft of Stormy Hill House on campus. Looking back now, it is truly a time to cherish.”

With a hint of longing in her eyes, she turned to Livre and asked softly:

What about your college years?

Fors felt that an elegant and learned woman like Livre must have received a good education at university, so he asked the question without thinking.

Livr gently shook her head:

"I never went to university, and I didn't even graduate from high school. I was unexpectedly involved in an extraordinary event, and from then on, I embarked on the path of an extraordinary person."

Although Livre spoke calmly, a trace of melancholy quietly rose in her heart. She clearly remembered her ordinary yet wonderful college life in her previous life. At the time, she thought it was just an ordinary thing, but in the blink of an eye, she could never go back.

Fors realized she had stirred up painful memories for the other person, so she stopped the conversation. The two composed themselves and continued their leisurely stroll along University Street.

Just then, Little White quietly climbed up to Livre's ear and whispered:

"Livia, what is a university? Is it a huge cave?"

Livre's cheek twitched, but she ignored it.

Xiao Bai continued whispering:

“I sense a hint of sadness in your spirit. Don’t be sad, I didn’t go to university either.”

This little guy can even comfort people...

Liviel felt a warmth in her heart and was about to thank him when Little White said again:

"Livia, I don't want to go to university, I want to go to elementary school, is that okay?"

Liviel was taken aback, and the warmth in her heart instantly turned into anger. She reached into her shirt with two slender fingers and pinched Xiaobai's head hard.

"Ah, no! Stop it! Do you want to strangle me?!"

Seeing Livre's actions, Fors asked with some curiosity:

"Miss Marilyn Monroe, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just adjusting my bra."

Livre smiled gently, but tightened her grip even more.

Fors laughed:

"Do you need me to adjust it for you?"