Chapter 270 Hardman Photo Studio

In the morning, south of Phoenix Road, east of Fire Steel Road, Cosper Street.

This is how it is read in Catesian, but in fact, it still has something to do with "fire".

"Kospa" means "spark" and "Mars" in Catesian language.

However, it doesn't matter.

Yago, who turned into Erdance with the help of a janitor's mask, glanced at the north-south street. Compared with the cleanliness of the new business district, it looked very messy.

No, it should be said, not bad.

He still vaguely remembered the "trophy" of his shoes while performing patrol duties on the west bank of the Gray Crystal River.

Six or seven cigarette butts, minced meat that looked like a pie, toothpicks, chewed tobacco, scraps of paper.

Although it can't be said to be clean here, at least it can be seen that it is usually cleaned up, which is better than over there.

Thanks to the Church of Steam propaganda?

Compared with the certain cross church in his memory in the previous life, which took the lead in killing cats and causing rats to flood, the church in this world, no, should be strictly limited to the steam church, and the image is still relatively positive.

progress, technology, science, whatever

If the attribute of the church is removed, then it will be an advanced scientific and technological organization.

Of course, he didn't come here as a street sanitation inspector.

Turning his head slightly, Yago glanced at several signs beside the door, and fixed his gaze on one of them.

"The top floor of Hardman's photo studio."

Raising his head, Yago's eyes moved to the top floor of the four-story building.

A slightly strange phenomenon is that the buildings near the Church of Steam, or near the factories, that is, the southeast side of Diroud City, are generally taller than other areas.

reason? Yago didn't study it, and he didn't intend to.

Without pausing, he walked directly into this four-story old building with a mixture of Gothic and Roman styles.

After walking up to the fourth floor along the stairs similar to the apartment, Yago entered the Hardman photo studio.

A big boy in an old overcoat that didn't fit well and a brown peaked cap received him:

"Hello, sir! Do you need a photo inside or outside the museum?"

"Do you still need employees here?" Before the handsome boy could finish speaking, he interrupted bluntly.

The big boy was a little stunned, and after a while, he responded:

"Sir, I have not heard that Mr. Hardman has hired employees"

Without waiting for Yago to respond, he continued:

"I'm going to ask Mr. Hardman, please wait a moment."

After the very polite boy finished speaking, he bowed to him, then turned and ran to another room.

Listening to the shout of "Mr. Hardman" that was gradually going away, Yago turned his eyes around boredly.

The decoration is quite ordinary, nothing special, just on the wall behind the counter where the big boy is, there are many photos for display.

Some of them are photos of people, and there are also many photos of architectural landscapes.

However, at this moment, he was a little surprised to find something.

In the photo displayed on the wall, there is a building that he is familiar with.

Old Fast House.

What a coincidence.

However, before he could study it carefully, the sound of footsteps gradually approached along with the sound of conversation.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a heavy wool coat and a half-height black top hat. No, it was just that his hair volume was worrying. He should only be in his thirties or forties.

Glancing at the other party's bald forehead under the half-height black top hat that wasn't wearing right, Yago thought to himself.

"Hi sir, thank you for coming, but I have no intention of recruiting employees"

After that Mr. Hardman put on a straight hat, he spoke with a rather top-hat attitude.

At this time, the polite big boy seemed to remember something, glanced at the brass clock on the wall, and walked out of the photo studio.

And when he was walking down the second floor of the stairs, a young man wearing a deer cap walked up to him. When he passed the big boy, he put his arms around his shoulder:

"Hey, little York, where are you going?"

"Mr. Charrick! Hello!" The big boy was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly said, "It's already ten o'clock, I'm going to buy breakfast for Mr. Hardman."

Mr. Hardman always had breakfast around ten o'clock.

"However, what are you here for?" York seemed to think of something, "Have you not found a job yet? Mr. Hardman won't be recruiting again. Although Mr. Hardman is very gentle, his requirements are also very strict." , no one could convince him."

"I know, little York."

The young man named Charik smiled helplessly: "You don't need to find an opportunity to show off that you have passed Mr. Hardman's request."

After finishing speaking, he patted the other party's peaked cap angrily, raised his chest and said:

"I'm a detective now!"

"Detective? The one without a commission?"

The big boy York blinked his eyes, his handsome face matched with his slightly spoiled words, making him look a bit dark-bellied.

"Indeed, due to the popularity of detective novels, many detective agencies have appeared recently, but I can assure you! Our Black Butterfly Agency is qualified!"

The young man named Charik seemed to be immune to the disguised face of the big boy in front of him.

However, he didn't say much, and went straight to the point:

"Is Mr. Hardman there? I have something to ask of him."

"Yes, he's talking to a gentleman looking for work."

After swallowing the words "Black Butterfly is such a good name, but maybe you need a skirt", the big boy York shrugged:

"Obviously, it will be over soon. You can go straight up. I'll go buy breakfast for Mr. Hardman first."

After finishing speaking, he trotted down the stairs and gradually disappeared from the young man's sight.

The young man didn't think much about it, straightened his deerstalker hat, and walked up to the fourth floor.

As soon as he entered the photo studio, he heard laughter:

"Work hard next, Adams, I am short of people like you."

Charik was taken aback for a moment, and after confirming that the words came from the demanding Mr. Hardman, he couldn't help but stare.

But then, he heard a sentence:

"If I can't be a forensic doctor, my experience can only be used in helping the dead make up."

Forensic? Make up for the dead?

It is not uncommon to apply make-up to the deceased. Many photo studios have this kind of business, including Hardman's photo studio.

It's just that this work is usually done by Hardman himself.

Although a little surprised, Charik didn't think there was anything wrong.

After thinking about it, he stepped forward and greeted Mr. Hardman with a smile on his face:

"Mr. Hardman, I have something to do."

What a coincidence.

Yago, who helped carry Mr. Hardman with the wooden box, looked at the young man beside him with some sighs.

"Black Butterfly Office."

He really didn't expect to meet an employee of the Black Butterfly firm.

Unexpectedly, on the first day he formally acted as an embalmer, he would meet an employee of Black Butterfly.

After the other party noticed his gaze, he just smiled dryly and said:

"Mr. Adams, it may be more...difficult to arrange the bodies of this murder case."