9 A daily life

After half an hour's rest, Klein had gradually recovered. During that time, he discovered four newly formed black spots on the back of his right hand. They made up a small square.

The four dark spots faded from sight and disappeared quickly, but Klein knew they were still hidden in his body and waiting to be awakened.

You won't be appeared for a long period of time. He doesn't know how he pass through time. Well in time I will find out myself. In an unprecedented and unyielding way, he had a strong desire to reach out to the mystical realm to learn more about it and dispel his doubts. Yet at the same time, he also felt an impulse to pretend that nothing had happened

The sun was a glowing medallion in the sky and the radiant rays covered the desk with a layer of "golden powder". Klein glanced out of the window and felt a tint of warmth and hope.

He relaxed a bit and immediately felt a surge of tiredness flooding towards him.

Last night's lack of sleep and the exhaustion from the ritual had made his eyelids as heavy as lead. He found it hard to stop them from closing.

Shaking his head, Klein reached for the edge of the table to support himself. Without even bothering to pick up the pieces of bread, he staggered his way to the bed. Once he lay down, with his head touching the pillow, he had immediately fallen asleep.

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Klein woke up with hunger and a growl in the stomach. He opened his eyes and felt refreshed.

"There is still a slight headache." He rubbed his forehead and sat up. He was so hungry that he could almost eat a whole cow.

As he straightened the folds of his clothes, he returned to the desk and picked up the silver-white vine-pattern pocket watch.

Pa!

The lid popped open and he saw the second's hand ticking slowly.

"It is half-past twelve, I have slept for more than three hours…" Klein swallowed his saliva and put the pocket watch in the linen shirt pocket.

Without hesitation, Klein took back the dark rye bread from four corners and cleaned off some of the dust. He intended to consume one of them for noon. Why would I fear of blasphemy eating my own offerings.

When he recalled the pound of mutton, he looked at the kitchen closet and his eyes turned green.

"I have to wait for Melissa." Klein shook his head violently, subduing his desire.

In preparation for advancement of sequence 1 in his past time he researched many recipes and turned himself in a cock "I can make food after she returns."

Turning around, Klein suddenly remembered that in the morning he had not only bought meat but peas and potatoes too!

Potatoes! Klein instantly had an idea, he rushed to the kitchen closet like a whirlwind and took out two potatoes from the handful in the drawer.

First, he went to the shared washroom to clean the skins of the potatoes thoroughly. Next, he put them into the kettle and boiled them together with the water.

After a long while, he took out the seasoning box from the cupboard, opened the lid, and sparkled a little yellowish and coarse salt into the water.

Waiting patiently for a few more minutes, Klein lifted the kettle. He poured the water into a few cups and a bowl. Then, he used a fork to pierce the two potatoes and placed them on the table.

He peeled off a little of the skin while blowing off the heat on his hand. The smell of the cooked potatoes started diffusing in the air and it was appetizing.

With saliva secreting madly, Klein could not wait to finish peeling the potato. While the potatoes were still rather hot, he had taken a fierce bite on one of them.

It was powdery and tasty! Klein was in tears. He quickly devoured the two potatoes, together with a little bit of the skin.

After that, he took the bowl and drank a little of the "soup". The light savory taste washed his dry mouth

But for now I can only eat this. I need money very much.

After cleaning up. Klein felt that he was completely reinvigorated again. He could enjoy the feeling of being alive and the warmth of the sun.

He returned to the desk and began to think about the next steps.

First I need formula of savant, corpse collector, reader with this my first step complete and no.. it's third step my first step is becoming a Beyonder. And second is advance to sequence 8. There are four days before Monday.

Dun!

Dun! Dun!

Suddenly, there was a series of sudden and powerful knocks at the door.

Klein quickly sat up and listened.

Dun!

Dun!

The sounds of knocking reverberated in the lonely corridor aisle.

I was waiting for it. "Who is that?"

It was quiet for two seconds and then he heard a shout in a sharp Awwa accent.

"It's me, Billy. Billy Monbatton."

The voice paused and added.

"Police."

Billy Monbatton… As soon as he heard the name, Klein immediately recalled the corresponding person. The unique voice was one of his trademarks.

"Okay, I'll be right here!" Klein replied in a loud voice.

He ran to the extinguished stove and carefully inserted the revolver into it.

Immediately after that, he picked up the basket of coal and put a few pieces into the stove to cover the pistol. Finally, he placed the kettle on top of the stove to shield everything from sight.

After all this, he tidied his shirt and quickly approached the door. As he opened the door, he explained vaguely.

"Sorry, I was taking a nap."

There were four policemen wearing black uniforms, white stripes, and badged soft hats standing outside the door. Billy, who had kept a brown beard, coughed and spoke.

"These three police officers would like to ask you some questions."

"Please come in. What it is regarding?"

The three police officers appeared to be headed by a middle-aged man with sharp, piercing eyes. His had obvious wrinkles around the edge of the eyes and the lines on his police hat were slightly brown. He looked around the room and spoke in a low voice.

"Do You know Mr. Welch McGovern?"