Chapter 58 The Golden Rose

19 Hope Road, Jorwood District.

This place is close to the Tussock River that passes through Backlund, and pedestrians can see the slightly muddy but unusually wide water surface through the gaps between the houses.

"Daily Observer" reporter Mike Joseph got out of the carriage, pointed to the three-story gray-blue building in front of him, and looked at Ke who was wearing a black double-breasted frock coat, a half-height silk top hat, and gold-rimmed glasses. Lane said:

"That's Golden Rose, the best legal brothel in the Gabeckland Bridge area of ​​Jorwood District. It opens at three o'clock in the afternoon every day and stays open until two o'clock in the morning."

The best legal brothel in the Jorwood area and the Backlund Bridge area? That is to say, there are two districts that are better than it but not legal? Klein muttered silently, and saw a golden rose on the door of the building, without the so-called signboard.

"This kind of girl shouldn't be considered a street girl?" He responded casually.

"Of course, the grade is higher." Mike led Klein to the front of the building with ease, pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as he entered, Klein smelled a slightly pungent mixed fragrance and heard a soothing but ambiguous melody.

He looked around instinctively, and found that there were thugs in black coats and half top hats standing on both sides of the entrance and in every corner of the hall. As a place of legal operation, these were obviously used to deal with drunks and reckless people.

The golden hall is surrounded by various sofas and chairs, and even a piano, with a dancing place in the center.

At this time, ladies with golden or brown or light yellow or black hair and complicated or simple or gorgeous dresses are sitting in different places. Some of them are mature and charming, some are shy and immature, some are youthful and attractive Some are quite beautiful.

These ladies are enjoying the melody with their chins resting on their hands, laughing and talking to each other, reading newspapers and magazines quietly, or dancing with the men.

Because it was only 3:30 in the afternoon, there were not many customers, only a few of them. At a glance, this place looked more like a formal ball than an interior scene of a brothel.

"If after eight o'clock in the evening, you can see some interesting performances, hehe, if you have a fancy lady, go over and invite her to dance, and ask her price in a beautiful melody. If the two parties can reach an agreement, you You can go to a room on the second or third floor and spend a wonderful time, hey, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can sleep here for a whole night." Mike turned his head left and right, and suddenly lost his previous calmness and Gentleman, get a little flippant.

He walked into the hall with a smile,

Move closer to a young girl who is not very old, at most fifteen or sixteen years old.

This, is this showing nature, or professional performance? Klein was a little dumbfounded, and subconsciously followed behind Mike Joseph.

"The victim, Hibel, was only 16 years old. In theory, girls of the same age are more likely to be friends with her and know more about her." At this time, Mike lowered his voice and explained.

He immediately raised his slightly sparse eyebrows, and said in a normal volume:

"Which lady do you have your eye on?"

"I'm just your bodyguard." Klein responded according to normal logic.

Mike nodded slightly, and suddenly smiled:

"I'm not used to having people watching when I'm doing that kind of thing."

"I'll stay outside the door." Klein understood what Mike meant, and put on a serious and professional posture.

Mike didn't say any more, and came to the young girl, bent down and stretched out his hand, inviting her to dance.

Becoming a prostitute at this age, Backlund is really glamorous and dirty... Hey, there is a middle-aged and elderly gentleman with a good temperament who patronizes here, and his temples are gray... Klein lowered his hands and stood. Standing straight, watching Mike and the young girl wandering in the middle with slow dance steps.

After a few minutes, Mike came back and said to Klein slightly annoyed:

"too expensive."

When the two approached, he added in a low voice:

"The girl knew Xibel, but the boss here, Ms. Lopez, forbade them to communicate with others about this matter, otherwise they would be severely punished. God, when the punishment was mentioned, the poor girl even trembled instinctively. I You can imagine how terrifying that was."

Klein sighed helplessly with sympathy, and asked in a low voice, "So, what are you going to do?"

"I don't want to cause misfortune for those girls, I plan to go directly to Ms. Lopez." Mike patted Klein on the shoulder and said, "Protect me!"

Klein turned his body sideways and solemnly warned:

"If you encounter a dangerous situation, you must listen to me."

"Understood? Listen to me!"

"Okay, okay." Mike raised his hands to his shoulders and nodded frequently.

While speaking, he walked towards the single sofa in the corner, where a lady with a charming face, gorgeous dress and heavy makeup was sitting there.

"If you don't want to choose to give up after dancing and lose face in front of those girls, I suggest you talk to Ms. Lopez first to find out the prices of different girls." Mike raised his voice.

The lady heard the exchange between the two, looked sideways, and slowly got up, smiling:

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, I'm Lopez, do you have a fancy girl?"

"Yes." Mike suddenly looked up and down the other party, chuckled and said, "I appreciate you very much."

I'm also very pleased with you... You act like you're at home in this kind of place... The corners of Klein's mouth twitched.

Lopez's expression was dull for a second, and then he smirked and said:

"I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well today. You should know that women feel uncomfortable every month."

Seeing that there was no way to turn Lopez into the room to communicate, Mike was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly became serious:

"Ms. Lopez, I am a reporter. I want to ask you about Siebel. This is my certificate."

Lopez's face suddenly became gloomy, and he replied impatiently:

"I told the police everything I know, you should go to them!"

"Sibel was a wandering orphan who was adopted by me. That night, she accepted a guest's invitation to spend the night at the other's house, and died on the way back early in the morning."

"Well, please go away! Or invite the ladies to dance."

While speaking, Lopez waved for the two thugs next to him to come over.

Klein took a step, stood in front of Mike Joseph, and protected him to return to the hall. Seeing this, the two thugs drove him away without recklessness.

After walking a few steps, Klein lowered his voice and said:

"She's lying."

"Huh?" Mike tilted his head in astonishment.

"When she speaks, her eyes are wandering, she dare not look directly at you, but she will look at you quietly, which shows that she is lying and watching your reaction. In addition, her standing posture is very defensive. And it seems very anxious." Klein gave an analysis calmly.

Mike opened his mouth and sighed after a few seconds:

"You are indeed a great detective. You can discover these useful details only if you have both keen observation skills and outstanding reasoning skills."

It's just because I opened my Spirit Vision and observed that Lopez's emotional color was wrong... The rest are reasons I found after the fact... Klein smiled and said:

"Thank you for the compliment, we should go."

Mike Joseph looked back at Lopez, and found that she was walking towards the side door of the hall, as if she was going to her own lounge, and the side door was in a corner, and the surrounding area was very deserted, and it was impossible to see what happened there in many places in the hall As for the matter, it is also guarded by two thugs outside.

"Maybe, we should follow Ms. Lopez and observe her reaction afterwards. Maybe the anxiety just now will make her do something..." Mike suddenly looked sideways at Klein and said, "You can quickly deal with those two thugs ?"

"Sir, I'm only responsible for protecting you, and this is illegal." Klein responded with a smile.

"I'll add money! If there is a fight, the total is 5 pounds! If there is a fight when we flee, it will be 10 pounds!" Mike Joseph gritted his teeth.

"Deal!" Klein reached out his hand and shook hands with the other party.

Then, the two circled around, avoided the two thugs before, and quietly came to the side door.

"Guests stop, please leave here." One of the thugs stepped forward and stopped Klein and Mike Joseph.

"I'm sorry, we'll immediately..." Klein bowed down to apologize politely.

At this moment, his right fist came out abruptly, hitting the abdomen of the thug in front of him hard.

The thug instinctively covered his lower abdomen, his body bent into a bow shape, and Klein, who stood upright again, raised his left palm and slashed at the back of the opponent's head.

Snapped!

The thug fell directly to the ground and fainted, while his companion obviously did not expect such a situation to occur, and stared blankly, without having time to react effectively.

Klein immediately slid over, covered his mouth with his right palm, and punched his abdomen with his left fist.

boom!

The thug suddenly bent down, spitting out the undigested food, and Klein withdrew his right hand in time, and struck down with his palm.

At the same time, he supported the opponent with his left hand, allowing the thug to fall to the ground slowly without making a plop.

After looking at each other, Klein turned the handle, pushed open the side door, and dodged in. Mike Joseph buried his body and quickly followed.

Why are you so proficient...you're just a reporter! Klein groaned, and walked lightly but quickly in the corridor with the floor.

Suddenly, they heard Lopez's voice:

"Tell Capin, don't send anyone here anytime soon!"

Capin? give away? Klein looked at Mike beside him, and found that he was also puzzled.

At this time, they heard Lopez's footsteps coming towards the corridor again.

"Go!" Klein pulled Mike, ran towards the entrance without looking back, and ran out.

During this process, he closed the side door and broke the lock, making it impossible for the people inside to come out for a while.

Then, the two of them pretended that nothing happened, walked quickly across the hall, approached the exit, and walked away in the vague voice of anger.

Coming to the street outside, Mike breathed a sigh of relief, and admired sincerely:

"I've been through quite a few similar scenarios, but never once has it been as easy and effortless as it is today."

"Thank you, I gotta go back and find out who Capin was."

While speaking, he took out his wallet, took out a £5 note, and muttered:

"But frankly speaking, your price is really expensive, which is equivalent to most of my weekly salary."

"But you can get reimbursed, can't you?" Klein responded with the corner of his mouth upturned, and then asked worriedly, "Aren't you afraid that Lopez will find your newspaper based on your ID and call the police to arrest you?"

"That's a fake document." Mike Joseph spread his hands familiarly.

"..." Klein could only express his admiration.

After watching Mike get into the car and leave, he walked to the opposite side, waiting for the public carriage, and paying close attention to whether anyone chased him out.

At this moment, a taxi drove slowly and stopped in front of him.

A middle-aged and elderly man in a black coat stepped out of the carriage and nodded to Klein.

His blue eyes were thin and his temples were gray. He was the old gentleman Klein saw in the golden rose.

He is not a customer of Golden Rose... just like us... Klein suddenly had such a realization.

"Hello, I'm Detective Isengard Stanton, who is assisting the police department in handling this case, can we have a chat?" The middle-aged man pointed to the carriageway.

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