There's danger, neither high nor low...
This meant Madam Sheron was still inside the house, hadn't fled...
Klein paused for a moment, then quickly figured out the reason:
He had used the "summoning" method to transform into a spiritual body in a rather peculiar state to search the safe, searching for the hidden compartment within. He hadn't forced the lock, hadn't triggered any concealed mechanical devices or anything else, so it was perfectly normal for Madam Sheron not to notice that her secret had been discovered. She would only think some thief had broken in to steal, or some private detective had accepted a commission to infiltrate and investigate, but found nothing.
Under these circumstances, it made perfect sense and logic for her to remain unvigilant and stay at home.
Getting rattled at the slightest sign of trouble and reacting excessively wasn't like the Madam Sheron Klein knew — a socialite who could calmly pretend to be scared and pitiful, a member of the Witch Sect who had hidden her Beyonder identity for years.
If telephones had already been invented, Madam Sheron would surely call one of her lovers to act coy, complain about Tingen City's security, and subtly implicate Mrs. Maynard... Klein indulged in a brief fantasy, then told Dunn and Cohen Lee about his divination results and speculations.
"That's the closest inference to reality." Dunn adjusted his semi-high silk top hat, his gray eyes gazing deeply at Madam Sheron's two-story house. "We shouldn't rush in."
"Why?" Cohen Lee, holding sealed artefact "3-0217," reflexively asked.
He was filled with dread over the "Medium's Mirror" in his hands, always afraid the sealed artefact would have some unexpected malfunction.
Dunn pulled on a black glove and glanced at Klein:
"Remember when we tried to capture Triss the 'Instigator'?"
"I do." Klein pondered for a few seconds. "She seemed to sense our approach in advance and reacted in time, managing to escape."
He also remembered that after the fact, when answering the captain's questions, he had proposed the fire-suppression approach — the safest and most reliable method. But it wouldn't work this time, because there were still many innocent servants inside Madam Sheron's house... If they were notified in advance and allowed to evacuate, it would inevitably alert Madam Sheron. And according to Leonard, Triss could turn invisible, so they had to assume Madam Sheron possessed similar Beyonder abilities... Klein's mind raced through many possibilities.
Dunn raised his head and glanced at the crimson moon in the sky:
"Very good, your answer is very good. Your instincts in situations like these are quite sharp."
"We can't approach rashly and alert Madam Sheron. I'll try to drag her into a dream from a distance. If it succeeds, you and Cohen Lee go in and subdue her. Hmm... you can decide for yourselves whether to kill her. If you can't control her, eliminate her. Your own safety is the most important thing."
Captain, whenever a critical moment arrives, your thinking is always so clear! I've been waiting for you to say that! Klein silently praised him.
Over the past two-plus months of working together, through casual conversations with Dunn, Leonard, Flay, and the others, he had roughly figured out the characteristics of each of their Beyonder abilities. Among them, as a "Nightmare," Dunn Smith could freely enter the dreams of every sleeping person throughout Tingen City, whether from home or from within the Blackthorn Security Company.
The specifics of how it was done involved each person's Sequence secrets, so Klein hadn't inquired in detail.
The direct method of dragging someone into a dream had range limitations and usually only appeared in face-to-face confrontations.
But Klein had heard the captain mention that it wasn't necessary to be face-to-face to attempt this Beyonder ability. Within a hundred-meter range, it could still achieve certain effects — it just required time, required a process, and couldn't be completed all at once, much like coaxing a child to sleep.
Right now, Dunn was about to "remotely" drag Madam Sheron into a dream bit by bit, achieving preliminary control, creating the best possible situation for Klein and Cohen Lee.
"Got it." Cohen Lee also quite agreed with the captain's plan.
Without further discussion, Dunn found a spot by the corner of the wall, leaned against it, closed his eyes, clasped his hands tightly, and lowered his head. His black knee-length coat and semi-high silk top hat seemed to merge with the night.
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Inside a luxurious and gorgeous bedroom.
Madam Sheron lay in a comfortable rocking chair, gazing and gazing. Her cheeks flushed a rosy pink, her eyes seemed brimming with tears about to fall, and her expression was hazy, tinged with a strange tenderness.
On the table beside her sat that bone statue, and the thick, snake-like long hair seemed to soften in the warm light and pink-tinged atmosphere.
Gradually, Madam Sheron looked at the full-length mirror less and less frequently. Her head nodded lower and lower, her eyelids drooping uncontrollably.
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As time ticked by second by second, Klein suddenly thought of something: after the captain dragged Madam Sheron into a dream, how would he notify him and Cohen Lee in time?
The moment he left the "Nightmare" state, Madam Sheron would wake up and realize something was happening... Could the captain signal them while dreaming? Klein looked at Cohen Lee, who was pacing back and forth, visibly agitated, and planned to discuss this with him to distract him.
Just then, his mind suddenly went hazy, and he saw a huge crimson moon, saw Captain Dunn Smith in his black knee-length coat beneath the moon, and saw Cohen Lee with a blank, dazed expression, short in stature.
Klein suddenly realized with full clarity that he was dreaming!
The captain dragged me into a dream... So this is how he notifies us... He wanted desperately to facepalm, but could only maintain a bewildered, sleepwalking state and speak foolishly:
"Captain?"
Dunn gave a slight nod:
"Madam Sheron has entered the dream. You can make your move."
After speaking, he emphasized once more:
"Remember, you must be careful enough — don't be reckless... It's better to miss the opportunity than to take risks."
The moment his words fell, everything Klein saw shattered piece by piece, and his vision once again reflected Dunn Smith, leaning against the wall corner, head lowered, fists clenched tight.