Chapter 57 Reporter

boom! boom! boom!

Klein held the revolver he rented from the Kragg Club with one hand, pulled the trigger continuously, and hit the target accurately, the worst being above the eighth ring.

After feeding many rounds of bullets, coupled with the ability to control the body beyond ordinary people after becoming a "clown", his marksmanship is already quite good.

Continue to practice like this for a few months, and I can be called a sharpshooter... Klein opened the revolving wheel in satisfaction, shook out the shell casings, looked sideways at Talim Dumont amidst the clanging sound, and smiled. asked:

"Are you satisfied?"

"Very good." The equestrian teacher Talim took off his black wool coat and light gray sweater, and said in a boxing stance, "Come on, let me know your fighting level, I can tell you frankly, I have been trained as an apprentice knight since I was a child, and I have not been abandoned since then."

As a Extraordinary, if I can't even beat an ordinary man who has only received training, then, then I will stop being a human being! Klein complained, and without taking off the double-breasted frock coat, he put the revolver away, took two steps sideways, and gestured to Talim that he could start.

He originally wanted to hook his fingers to exaggerate the atmosphere, but when he thought of the opponent's strength, he was too lazy to waste his energy.

Talim was a little excited about this, jumped a few times on the spot, stepped forward suddenly, and punched a swinging punch to the right.

Blocking and grabbing with his left hand, Klein lowered his body and turned around, stretched out his right palm, and fell back smoothly.

Plop, Talim flew out and landed on his back——Klein didn't use any force in the end, but just used inertia to throw him away from his body.

"Excellent!" Talim quickly stood up and gave a thumbs up, "As expected of a well-known detective, your marksmanship and fighting skills are very good."

It's just that I defeated a weak chicken like you. How can you tell that I have a high level of fighting? Klein slandered, and asked with a smile:

"Now that I understand, can you tell me what commission your friend wants to do?"

"Hehe, he'll come to the club later, you guys talk about it yourself." Talim rubbed his back with his backhand, "I don't know what the specific commission is, by the way, he is a reporter, the "Daily Observer" Journalist Mike Joseph, presumably wants short-term protection."

"Okay." Klein didn't ask any more questions, and continued to practice the gun, but not just the revolver,

It also includes shotguns, single-shot rifles, and burst rifles, so that you can quickly get started with any firearms around you when you encounter situations in the future.

When it was close to 12 o'clock, he returned to the first floor, entered the cafeteria, and took a grilled chicken and a piece of fried beef short ribs, as well as the club's limited supply of baked lobster with cream cheese today.

After putting these things away, Klein fetched Fenéport paella, fruit salad, oyster consomme soup, and Marquis black tea.

Facing this sumptuous lunch, he couldn't help swallowing, and praised the goddess in his heart.

If he ate outside, the meal would probably cost 3 soli... Klein used the silver knife and fork and spoon alternately, eating very satisfyingly.

When he was about to clear up the food on the table, Talim Dumont led a man in a heavy overcoat and half top hat over.

"Detective Moriarty, this is the friend I was talking about, Mike Joseph, Mike, this is a well-known detective, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty." Talim introduced both sides with a smile.

"Nice to meet you." Mike took off his hat and saluted.

His appearance is close to thirty, his eyebrows are relatively sparse, his skin is quite rough, and his pores are unusually obvious.

However, his facial features are not bad, his blue eyes are especially charming, coupled with two beautiful mustaches, he has a somewhat mature charm.

Klein couldn't help touching the thickened stubble around his lips, stood up and asked him to sit down, and said with a smile:

"Today's baked lobster with cream cheese is not bad, you can try it."

"Okay." Mike Joseph didn't refuse, took the dinner plate, walked around, and took a lot of food.

"He came here in a hurry and hasn't had lunch yet." Talim explained for his friend with a smile, and put a stack of newspapers on the dining table.

"It can be seen." Klein put the knife and fork away, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and drank black tea leisurely.

He was very satisfied with the meal just now.

At this time, Mike Joseph came back with two plates of food, quickly ate a few mouthfuls, stuffed his stomach, and then looked up at Klein:

"Detective Moriarty, have you heard about the recent serial killings?"

"The one that took the internal organs?" Klein's heart moved, and he asked briefly.

Talim next to him nodded and said with emotion:

"Sure enough, every detective is paying attention to this serial murder case."

Mike pulled out one of the newspapers and pushed it to Klein: "This is the latest report."

Klein took a look and found that it was the "Daily Observer" where Mike worked. They wrote on the front page:

"11! Another lady was killed! Severus Field is helpless!"

——The headquarters of the Backlund Police Department is on Sivelas Street at the edge of Queens, so they are also nicknamed "Sivelas Field".

11? The 11th case? Resisting the urge to frown, Klein read down suspiciously, and found that it was the same as the one he encountered. The targets were women, all wearing gorgeous long skirts, and their internal organs were removed by caesarean section.

This is a case with obvious traces of worshiping demons. The Sieveras Field must have been handed over to the Nighthawks, Punishers, or the Mechanic Heart team. Strange and effective Extraordinary means, how come the case has not been solved and the criminals have not been caught? That guy has a wealth of "anti-detection" abilities, destroying the souls of the dead? In other words, the soul of the deceased was taken away together with the internal organs, which belonged to the needs of the devil's ritual? Well, he can definitely interfere with divination... Also, if a Beyonder of the "devil" path doesn't have similar abilities, how would he dare to serially kill people... Klein thoughtfully said to Mike Joseph:

"You want to do a private investigation?"

"Sorry, I can't take over. I can't take over without an invitation from the police. I have to maintain a good relationship with them."

The so-called good relationship is the relationship of inviting me to the police station for tea... Klein complained to himself.

The real reason for his refusal was that being involved in the investigation of this serial murder case would easily encounter official Beyonders, among whom there might be the Nighthawks from the Backlund Diocese of the Church of the Goddess.

"No, it's not an investigation. No, the accurate description is that it's not an investigation to find the murderer. I just want to complete my report." Mike Joseph swallowed the shrimp and explained.

"Report?" Klein put down the white porcelain teacup, clasped his hands, and asked leisurely.

Mike Joseph said:

"If you buy the "Daily Observer" tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, you will see my in-depth report on this serial murder case. The most important part of it is to reveal the commonalities of the victims and remind similar people to pay attention."

"Well, what do they have in common?" Klein asked curiously.

Mike took a sip of coffee and said, "Besides women and wearing brightly colored long skirts, there is another very important thing in common. I did an in-depth investigation on the victim's occupation and found an interesting thing."

"Some of them are maids, some are textile workers, some are tailors, and some are female teachers. On the surface, there is no overlap, but in fact, they have all been street girls."

"Street girl? Female teacher?" Klein asked back in a little astonishment.

In the Loen Kingdom, teachers belonged to the middle class, and the minimum salary was 2 pounds a week, which was enough for a lady to live fairly well, and she didn't need to be a street girl at all.

Mike moved the corner of his mouth and sighed:

"In the past, they may have had a very difficult time before they found a job that could support themselves."

"I did a survey before. In Backlund, among the 15 to 55-year-old women, one-sixth of them are or have been street girls. Oh, this is our country, all foreigners come When you come here, you will feel surprised that there are street girls everywhere in a very conservative country and a bustling metropolis.” (Note 1)

This, this data is a bit exaggerated... If it is true, it can only be said that the reality is more exaggerated than... This damn world... Klein was speechless for a while, thought for a while, and said deliberately:

"One problem is, how did the murderer know that the victim had been a street girl? They didn't have labels on them. You also need to investigate deeply to find out."

"As expected of a great detective, this may be the clue." Mike Joseph replied not surprised.

No, if it is a Beyonder of the "demon" path, then his selection criteria may be the type that seems to have fallen but not completely fallen, and they should have a keen intuition about the fall, maybe they can directly see the corresponding depth Coupled with the trigger point of the colorful long skirt, the target is basically locked... Klein answered himself in his heart, and then asked:

"So, what else do you want to investigate?"

Mike nodded and said:

"In these 11 cases, 10 women used to be street girls, but one was not. She is still a prostitute. Well, she is the youngest, only 16 years old. It seems very strange, very strange, I I want to go to 'Golden Rose', that is, where she, uh, she works, to do an in-depth investigation and see if I can find something."

"I'm worried that the questioning will annoy the people there, so I plan to ask you to protect me for a short time. You don't need to teach them a lesson, just protect me from escaping at the most critical moment."

"If nothing happens, I will pay you 1 pound. If there is a fight, it will be raised to 5 pounds. What is your opinion?"

Klein smiled and said:

"I'll wash my hands before I answer you."

He bowed politely, walked slowly to the bathroom, then tossed a coin, and got an affirmative answer.

Note 1: These are statistics about London at the end of the Victorian era.