西安九龙泉都戴套吗?

“Then there will be a tarot party at three o’clock. Why did a secretly organized boss live so tired?” Klein muttered to himself, lying in the night watcher’s lounge for two hours, making up his sleep.
Regarding the knowledge and things he gained last night, he was not worried about forgetting. This can be recalled by divination. What he was afraid of was that he ignored the existence of these knowledge and things, and even lost the idea of ​​divination. Therefore, He went through all the details in his mind before going to bed to deepen his impression.
This is why Klein insists on writing summaries every week and sorting out various situations.
After lunch, he took out his pocket watch and took a look, put on his hat, left the Blackthorn Security Company, and went to the “shooting club” at 3 Zotland Street.
Pushing open the door and entering the reception hall, Klein did not go directly to the shooting range belonging to the night watcher, but sat down in the hall, holding the black cane with his hands and waiting patiently.
The meeting place he agreed with Daxter was at this “Zotland Street Shooting Club”
And the way they agreed was to write a letter. When Klein needed to meet, he would write to Dr. Duster Guderian as a family member of the patient, asking about a special disease called “split personality.” In the letter, Klein would mention the word audience in various ways to confirm his identity with the hidden ink dots, and the time point inadvertently written in the letter is the time point of meeting.
As for the meeting place, they had already decided in their first meeting. If Klein felt that it was time to change the place, he would explain it in the interview.
When Duster Guderian wants to meet but is not in a hurry, he can send the letter to the Hound Tavern or the shooting club. The recipient is “Mr. Honakis” and waits for Klein to take it away regularly.
If he has an emergency, he must send the letter directly to Wright, the owner of the Hound Tavern, and have to mention the sentence “Look for a mercenary.” In this way, Wright, who is a member of the outer member of the Night Watcher, will immediately send the letter to Blackthorn Security. the company.
After waiting for a while, just two minutes short of it, Klein saw Daxter, who had a rather gentle temperament, walk into the lobby of the “shooting club”.
He was wearing a black silk top hat, a fitted tuxedo, a silver-inlaid walking stick in his hand, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face.
Duster looked around unobtrusively and saw Klein who nodded slightly, so he retracted his gaze, walked to the front desk, skillfully applied for a shooting range, and rented a gun.
He has been here once.
“Small shooting range No. 7, 3 sul per hour, revolver rental fee, 1 sul 6 pence per hour, including six rounds of ammunition.” The reception girl quickly settled the matter.
After Dust confirmed that the time was 1 hour and paid the fee of 10 Sole, he received the revolver and extra bullets and entered the corresponding shooting range under the guidance of the waiter.
Klein waited for another five minutes before slowly getting up, holding his cane, and coming to the outside of the small shooting range No.7, knocking on the door.
With a squeak, a gap was opened in the door of the room, and Dust looked at the left and right with a vigilant probe before moving away.
Klein immediately stepped in and locked the door.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Duster.” As he said, he took out the 10 Sole notes and handed them to the other party. “We won’t let the peripheral members pay for the meeting.”
Because I can reimburse him, he silently added.
Duster did not decline, accepting the cash, and then asked in a deep voice:
“Officer Moretti, why are you looking for me to meet this time?”