There was a danger—neither high nor low—that meant Lady Shelon was still inside the house and had not fled. Crayne paused, then understood: He had transformed himself into a particularly unusual spirit using the method of "summoning," and during his search of the safe, he had not forced the locks or disturbed any concealed mechanical devices or other elements. Therefore, it was entirely natural that Lady Shelon would not have realized the secret had been uncovered. She would simply assume that some minor thief had broken in to commit a theft, or that a private detective had been hired to investigate but had come away empty-handed. Under such circumstances, her lack of vigilance and her decision to remain at home made perfect sense. It was not characteristic of Crayne’s understanding of Lady Shelon—someone who could remain calm, feigning fear and vulnerability in social settings, and someone who had long concealed her extraordinary status as a member of a magical order. If the telephone had already been invented, Mrs. Scherens would surely have called one of her lovers to coo and complain about the police conditions in Tingen, subtly implying Mrs. Menard. Klein had imagined a scene, sharing his divinations and speculations with Dunn and Coenle. "This is the most realistic interpretation," Dunn said, adjusting the half-high silk hat, his gray eyes deeply thoughtful as they gazed at Mrs. Scherens' second-floor hallway. "We needn't rush in yet." "Why?" Coenle, holding the sealed object "3–0217," instinctively asked. He felt a deep apprehension toward the "Seer's Mirror" in his hands, always fearing some unforeseen mishap might occur with it. Dunn donned his black gloves and glanced at Klein. "Do you remember the incident involving the capture of the 'Instigator' Tris?" "I do," Klein replied after a moment's reflection. "She seemed to sense our approach in advance and responded promptly, enabling her to escape successfully." I still remember answering the captain’s questions afterward, proposing a plan of fire coverage—by far the most secure and safe approach. But this time, it won’t work, because there are still many innocent servants inside Mrs. Snowen’s house. If we notify them in advance and allow them to evacuate promptly, we will certainly disturb Mrs. Snowen. According to Leonard, Tris can become invisible, so we must assume Mrs. Snowen possesses a similar extraordinary ability. Suddenly, Cline recalled many connections. Dunne looked up at the crimson moon in the sky and said, “Excellent. Your answer is excellent. Your intuition under these circumstances is truly sharp.” “We cannot approach too hastily and disturb Mrs. Snowen. I’ll try to gently draw her into a dream from a distance. If successful, you and Coen Li will enter to subdue her. As for whether or not to kill her—well, you may decide on your own. If you cannot control her, simply eliminate her. Your own safety is the most important matter.” "Captain, whenever the moment of crisis arrives, your thinking is always so clear! I've been waiting for you to say that. Klein murmured under his breath. Over the past two months, through casual conversations with Dunn, Leonard, and Fley, he had gradually come to understand the unique qualities of each of their extraordinary abilities. Among them, Dunn Smith, known as the "Nightmare," can freely enter and move through the dreams of any sleeping resident throughout the Tinggen city district—either at home or within the Black Thorns Security Company's premises. The precise mechanism behind this ability, and the specific details of their respective sequences, Klein had not yet thoroughly inquired about. Directly pulling someone into their dream typically occurs only under specific conditions and is often limited to moments of direct confrontation. However, Klein had heard from the captain that this ability doesn't necessarily require face-to-face contact—within a hundred-meter radius, it can achieve a certain effect, though it requires time and a gradual process, much like gently soothing a child to sleep. At this very moment, Duan was carefully drawing Snowlen夫人 into the dream from a distance, establishing initial control and creating the most favorable conditions for Kline and Coenli. "Agreed," Coenli also strongly supported the captain's plan. With no further hesitation, Duan moved to a corner of the room, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, clasped his hands tightly, and lowered his head. His black knee-length coat and half-high silk hat seemed to blend seamlessly into the night. ........... In the luxurious and opulent bedroom. Lady Snowlen lay comfortably in a reclining chair, gazing into space. A delicate rosy hue spread across her cheeks, and tears seemed about to well up in her eyes—her expression dreamy yet tinged with an unusual tenderness. Beside her, on the table, stood the white bone statue, its thick, serpentine hair appearing softer and more gentle under the warm light and the pink atmosphere. Gradually, Lady Snowlen glanced less and less at the full-length mirror, her head nodding slowly, her eyelids drooping steadily. ……Time passed second by second. Suddenly, Klein realized something—how would the captain notify him and Coen Li once he had dragged Lady Shelun into the dream? As soon as Klein emerged from the "nightmare" state, Lady Shelun would awaken and become alert to what had happened. Could the captain gesture to them while still dreaming? Klein looked at Coen Li, who was pacing back and forth, visibly agitated, and decided to discuss this matter with him, hoping to shift his focus. At that moment, his consciousness suddenly wavered. He saw a vast, deep crimson moon, beneath which stood Captain Dene Smith in a black floor-length coat. He saw Coen Li, small in stature and expression dazed. Klein instantly realized he was dreaming! He had been pulled into the dream by the captain—so the notification could work this way. He longed to cover his face, yet remained in a dazed, dreamy state, speaking foolishly: "Captain?" "Dunne nodded slightly. "Lady Xuelun has entered the dream. You may now proceed." He then added, "Remember—be cautious, never hasty. Prefer to miss an opportunity rather than take unnecessary risks." As soon as he finished speaking, the scene before Kline began to fragment, and his vision refocused on Dunne Smith leaning against the corner of the room, his head bowed, fists clenched tightly. On the other side, Coen Li, who had stopped pacing at some point, also opened his eyes. The two exchanged a glance, nodded in unison, and simultaneously entered their operational state. Though this was Coen Li's first encounter with a particularly hazardous mission, compared to Kline, he was more experienced, having participated in numerous formal operations, and quickly stabilized himself, becoming calm and alert. Of course, this was also due to the advantage of the night—the very quality of the 'night-wakers'—which was one of the reasons Dunne had chosen Coen Li over Frey to join. "Come on," as Sequence 8, Caine took the lead, indicating for his teammates to follow. Coen Li didn't object; he firmly held the mirror wrapped in thick black cloth, took light steps, and began to move along. Caine guided him to the spot where they had previously scaled the wall. Extending both hands, he grasped the crevices and protrusions, and in just a few movements, climbed up to the wall's top. Maintaining an exaggerated sense of balance, he turned his body, bent low, and reached out, securely catching Coen Li's "Seer's mirror" as it was tossed upward. As soon as contact was made, Caine's inspiration suddenly tightened, as if the black cloth weren't merely a mirror but the threshold to a perilous, strange world. Indeed, every magical item requiring sealing had its own eerie aspect—Caine murmured this thought to himself, watching Coen Li climb up with both hands and feet. To facilitate movement, Coen Li placed his staff beside Dune, and Caine didn't hesitate on that point. After crossing the garden to the side of the house, he climbed up to the second-floor balcony once again, following the water pipe as he had done before. Then, almost instinctively, he hung his feet and let his body dangle, once more taking over the seal "3–0271." Koehn looked slightly surprised at first, then nodded in understanding. At that moment, however, Caine himself was startled—straining his back, using his left hand for support—and effortlessly flipped himself up. "What just happened? Why could I perform that movement? It felt exactly like instinct… Is this what the 'Clown' is capable of?" he reflected on what had just taken place, realizing that in practice, he had truly embodied the essence of the 'Clown.' When Koehn also climbed up easily, Caine returned the "Medium's Mirror" to him and opened the balcony door, which had not been latched. Koehn then carefully unrolled the black cloth that had been wrapped around the seal "3–0271," placing the mirror face down on the floor tiles. One of the rules for using the "Soul-Weaver Mirror" is that you must not be aligned with your teammates! Securing the black cloth and drawing the revolver, Cohen Li followed behind Caine, moving with quiet, deliberate steps, until he reached the door of Mrs. Xuelin's bedroom. Caine, holding the revolver with the barrel adjusted, activated his spiritual vision and gently extended his left hand toward the door handle. Remembering the earlier divination had foretold danger, he remained vigilant, cautious not to let his guard slip. He had decided not to perform a quick, on-the-spot divination because he knew there was the strange, primordial statue of the goddess inside the room—so close that he would inevitably be disrupted, unable to receive a clear, accurate reading without the gray mist acting as a buffer. With Cohen Li standing beside him, he simply couldn't enter that sacred space. Silently turning the handle, the door swung open, revealing warm gaslight that filled both Caine's and Cohen Li's eyes. Then, they saw Mrs. Xuelin lying in her armchair, her body radiating an irresistible allure. Lady Xuelun did not fall asleep, leaning slightly against the chair with a gentle smile, gazing at the two unexpected visitors. Subconsciously, Coenli flipped his palm, using the "Seer's Mirror" to reflect upon Lady Xuelun. Klein was first startled, then abruptly exclaimed, "No!" He remembered clearly that on the other side of the recliner, there should have been a full-length mirror—yet now, he could not see it! Within just the span of a second's tick of the second hand, the "Seer's Mirror" had already locked onto Lady Xuelun. Yet, Lady Xuelun herself suddenly blurred, transforming into a full-length mirror. Coenli saw himself reflected in the mirror, as well as the seal "3–0271," which was now reflecting him back. Instantly, a figure emerged within the mirror—the still, cold, silent Coenli himself! Meanwhile, Klein felt his hands and feet tighten simultaneously, as though ensnared by countless invisible threads. The graceful outline gradually emerged against the full-length mirror, revealing Lady Xyren dressed in her robe. She glanced at the two of them and smiled lightly. "Had it not been for the statue just beside me, I would have been asleep, waiting for you to wake me with kisses." At that moment, Caine suddenly spoke in a deep, resonant tone, uttering an ancient Hermes word: "Crimson!" He had slipped his left palm into his coat pocket at some point earlier, and with nimble fingers, skillfully brought forth the "Sleeping Spell."