dong dong dong
Klein repeated it again, still with the same result.
He changed from knocking to pushing, making the gap wider, and looked in. He saw a set of classical sofas, soft-sided armchairs and wood-colored coffee tables that were not used for receptions. He saw a table directly opposite, and the table A little brown-haired girl with her head lowered from behind.
Although the “Security Company” brand is just a disguise, it’s too, too unprofessional, isn’t it? It’s been a long time since business came to my door. Well, you don’t need any business either. Klein cursed as he moved closer to the table. , and knocked twice more in the girl’s ear.
dong dong
The brown-haired girl sat up straight, picked up the newspaper open in front of her with both hands, and covered her face.
The honest man from Tingen City read his name silently and looked up from the newspaper towards him.
“The steam train Flying directly to Constantinople City is opening today. When will it be able to go directly to Disi Bay? I don’t want to go by boat again. It’s too uncomfortable. It’s very uncomfortable. Who are you?” the brown-haired girl pretended to say. After talking for a while, she expressed her opinion. As she spoke, she lowered the newspaper, revealing her smooth forehead and light brown eyes. She first flattered and then looked at Klein in astonishment.
“Hello, I am Klein Moretti. I am here at the invitation of Mr. Dunn Smith.” Klein took off his hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed slightly.
The brown-haired girl looks to be in her early twenties, wearing a light green Loen-style long skirt with beautiful lace on the cuffs, neckline, chest and other places, which makes her face even more beautiful.
“Captain, okay, wait here, I’ll ask him.” The girl stood up in a hurry and entered the inner room through the door next to her.
Not to mention pouring a glass of water, his service awareness is worrying. Klein smiled slightly and waited where he was without going to the sofa or chairs.
After two or three minutes, the brown-haired girl pushed the door open and said with a sweet smile:
“Mr. Moretti, please follow me. The captain is on duty at Chanis Gate today and cannot leave.”
“Okay.” Klein took a warm step and murmured in his heart.
Chanis Gate, what is that?
Through the partition, the first thing that caught his eyes was a short corridor, with only three offices on the left and right.
Some of these offices are locked, some are open, and people inside can be seen typing away with heavy mechanical typewriters.
After a quick glance, Klein discovered an acquaintance: the young police officer who came to search his home that day, the one with black hair and blue eyes, and the romantic temperament of a poet.
He was not wearing formal clothes, and his white shirt was not tucked into his pants, giving him a bohemian look.
Maybe he was really a poet. Klein nodded and the other party smiled back.
The brown-h