The crimson moon outside was partially obscured by clouds, and the moonlight filtering through the curtains could only faintly outline the major furnishings in the bedroom, casting a subdued, dimmed atmosphere that dominated the room. Cain sat in this setting, not eager to leave. He gazed at the sleeping Dr. Allen, quietly analyzing the sequences of images he had seen in his recent dream: "Wil. Onsight ultimately held the 'Wheel of Fate' card, and in this dream, every element carries symbolic significance—each representing an insight received from his own stellar spirit body. Therefore, Wil. Onsight's matter is fundamentally tied to 'fate.' Moreover, there is that likely emblematic silver-white giant serpent, symbolizing the 'Mercury Serpent.' This child may thus be connected to a high-tier powerhouse or an enigmatic sealed artifact along the 'Monster' path. What is the nature of his crisis—specifically, the 'Mercury Serpent's' desire for him, or its pursuit of the enigmatic sealed artifact he is involved with?" "But the 'Mercury Serpent' is a Sequence 1—someone of the very highest rank, nearly divine. The very name speaks of His exalted status. It's impossible for Him to be defeated by a mere child like Will. Amon, who still doesn't even know whether he's a Sequence 1, 2, or 3, managed to nearly penetrate the Gray Mist with just a single duplicate. This situation seems far from simple—it must conceal a profound secret." With this thought, Caine had already decided to retreat. "This sounds extremely dangerous, and those Tarot cards might not be anything special—more likely, it's Will. Amon himself. Dr. Allen has overcome his nightmares and is now free from the issue. I have no reason to get involved in this matter. To step in and actively engage, to challenge the status quo, would be nearly suicide. Yes, that's exactly what I must do!" Caine supported the surface of the dressing table with his right hand, gloved in black, and slowly rose to his feet. After just having entered the dream state, he was certain that Dr. Allen's nightmare originated from revelations received by his stellar essence directly from the spiritual realm—revelations deliberately crafted and provided by a high-level, high-ranking entity—and that the thousand-paper cranes served merely as positional markers. According to a chapter in The Book of Secrets, Caine could attempt to use the crane to locate Dr. Allen's stellar essence drifting through the spiritual realm, observing the origins of these revelations from the shadows. However, he had already decided not to become involved. He gently moved his body, carrying the last lingering curiosity, and pulled out Dr. Allen’s leather wallet, then extracted the thousand-paper crane. He placed the crane atop the tip of his staff, holding both the crane and the staff firmly, then deepened his gaze, murmuring softly: “Where is Wil. Onsight now?” After repeating the incantation seven times, a gentle breeze suddenly began to swirl within the room, carrying a coolness that felt like a breeze brushing the soul. Klein loosened his right hand. The staff first stood steadily, then tilted downward, pointing diagonally toward the bed. "There..." Klein furrowed his brow, shifted his position, and repeated the divination, successfully receiving the response. The intersection point of the two divination readings was Dr. Allen! Wil. O'Conneill's position overlapped with Dr. Allen's—this was quite interesting. Klein chuckled softly, then paused, startled. His curiosity surged to a peak. Though he didn't intend to become involved, he wanted to understand why the positions overlapped. Hmm... He quickly formed a new idea: take the thousand cranes and perform the divination over the gray mist—there, the mist would serve as a buffer, preventing any mishaps. Since it would be inconvenient to conduct his own summoning ritual in Dr. Allen's bedroom, he decided to bring the thousand cranes home first. For this, he had actually been well-prepared—he hadn't initially been certain about the seriousness of the matter when he arrived. He had merely hoped to visit Will. Aonsedt and see if he could secure the tarot cards. Therefore, he had already prepared a spare crane, intending to replace the genuine one so he could conduct various divinations, and only swap it back once the issue was resolved. Upon thinking it through, he pulled out the pre-folded crane from his pocket. He had folded it specifically on the gray mist, anticipating that Dr. Allen might suddenly decide to hand over Will. Aonsedt’s belongings to the Church of the Night Goddess, which would expose his forgery. Indeed, thorough and detailed foresight made things significantly simpler—Claire praised himself mentally. With the thin moonlight, he carefully compared his own crane with Will. Aonsedt’s crane, looking for any noticeable differences. And upon doing so, Claire fell silent instantly. His craftsmanship wasn't even up to that of a child... After all, they were all crane paper birds, hardly distinguishable—my one was perhaps a bit rougher. As long as Alan hadn't closely examined the original, he'd never notice it had been swapped. Klein murmured a few silent words to himself, then drew out a coin and performed a final divination. Once he received a clear affirmation, he placed his own crane paper bird into Alan's wallet, returning it to its original spot, and then tidied up the scene before leaving No. 3 Berningham Road with Willy O'Connell's crane paper bird. Using the "staff divination" method, Klein smoothly returned home. While soaking in the bath, he summoned the crane paper bird and the "universal key" to the gray mist. Sitting alone in the quiet palace, he picked up the crane paper bird and examined it carefully for several seconds—nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Then, Caine materialized a sheet of paper and pen, writing down the same divinatory phrase as before: "Where is Wil. Anderston now?" This time, he employed the method of "dream divination," and was pleasantly surprised to see vivid images unfold within that hazy, fragmented world: It was a dark room, Wil. Anderston—broad-shouldered and with dark, intense eyes—was leaning on a chair, propped up on a desk by the window, gazing out at the landscape beyond. In each hand, he held a stack of Tarot cards, and beside him stood a pile of wooden blocks that had been arranged to form a continuous loop of a serpent. The scene outside the window was equally dark, with only a faint sound of flowing water reaching the ears. The dream ended silently, and Caine opened his eyes, gently tapping the edge of the bronze long table with his fingers, murmuring to himself: "Is the serpent with its tail touching its head indeed the 'Mercury Serpent'?" The serpent of fate—mercury—... "The sound of flowing water outside the window indicates that Willy. Aunseit is currently situated close to the Tassok River?" "Previously, I sensed his position overlapping with Dr. Allen's, but that reading was disrupted by forces of destiny?" With the divination glimpsed through the gray mist yielding only such insights, Caine ceased to be troubled by curiosity, made a tentative interpretation, and decided to return the thousand cranes the following evening, taking the opportunity to guide Dr. Allen to inform the bishop at the Church of the Night Goddess of this matter. Such matters still require the formal military structure to handle... Caine chuckled softly and returned to the real world. After a leisurely bath, he remained undisturbed, settling into bed. After an indeterminate length of time, Caine suddenly became aware, clearly and rationally, that he was dreaming—dreaming of flipping through *The Book of Secrets* in the living room. This... this familiar sensation... He instinctively adopted a look of bewilderment, turning his head toward the door. The door creaked open, and a figure in a gray coat stepped inside. He was in his thirties, with a slender face, a broad forehead, and deep blue eyes that seemed particularly wise. Not the队长...克莱恩 suddenly chuckled to himself, exhaled silently, and, without a word, transformed the book in his hands from *The Secret Book* into a magazine titled *Women's Aesthetic*. As he flipped through the magazine, he casually greeted the visitor. The man in the gray windbreaker removed his hat and sat across from him, asking in a relaxed tone, "Did Allen come by this morning?" Indeed, a night watcher—someone from the 'Nightmare' division...克莱恩 held back the urge to sigh, smiled and replied, "Yes." He now understood why the night watcher had suddenly appeared in his dreams. The 'Nightmare' before him was likely the captain of a night watcher team, in charge of the Will.昂赛汀 case, though still without any breakthroughs. Under these circumstances, it was likely that Dr. Alan and Detective Sherlock Moriarty had already been informed of William Ainsworth's whereabouts by last night or this morning. At the same time, they observed that Dr. Alan, having just finished breakfast, had hurried over to visit Detective Sherlock Moriarty on Minster Street. By professional instinct, a night's sleep was the most natural and expected development, whereas Dr. Alan's sleep patterns were more delicate—any sudden sleep might risk disrupting the trail—and thus, Detective Moriarty was undoubtedly the first and most logical choice. "What has happened to him?" asked the night watch team leader casually. Klein answered truthfully: "He had a terrible nightmare..." Klein described the scene—the black tower, the silver serpent, the layers of protection surrounding Will. Aonsetin—then concluded, "Before having this nightmare, Allen had visited the child at Will. Aonsetin's house, concerned about his recovery and troubled by a series of unfortunate events. Unfortunately, the family had already moved out. However, Allen remembered that the child had given him a paper crane folded by himself and wished him well. 'It's likely these two incidents triggered this nightmare,' he said. The man in the gray suit expressed surprise. "A paper crane?" "Yes," Klein nodded gently. "The child had given it to Allen before being discharged, and Allen had simply placed it in a drawer in his office. He had forgotten about it until last night." "Now I understand. Thank you for the explanation." The night-watch team leader stood up and bowed politely to his chest. Suddenly, the dream shimmered like ripples on water, and he vanished directly into the room. Standing where he had sat, Caine calmly began to speculate about what would happen next: the night-watch team might go to Dr. Allen tonight for dream examinations and collect the thousand-paper cranes—thus raising the question: Caine had folded that particular crane, the authentic one resting above the gray mist. Well, no matter which crane they used, they wouldn't be able to predict the outcome—whether they brought it back or not would make no difference. Caine murmured this to himself. Gathering his thoughts, he remained seated, neither eager to leave the dream nor immediately aware of his surroundings, gazing into space for a long time.