Chapter 59 Mutual Observation

detective? Colleagues... However, he can assist the police department in handling such a serious case, which means that he is a real well-known detective, at least in the Sivelas field... Well, the serial murder case involves devil worship, shouldn't it be Handed over to Nighthawks, Punisher, or Mechanical Heart? Why hire a private investigator yourself when the police department can just send some help?

Well, the 11 consecutive homicides must have caused a sensation. Severus is under a lot of pressure, and he is unwilling to wait like that?

Klein flashed through many thoughts in an instant, but a smile appeared on the surface:

"OK."

He boarded the carriage hired by Isengard Stanton, and saw a capable brown-haired young man inside.

"This is my assistant." Essinger, with a thin and angular face, introduced, "Please sit down."

He did not close the door of the carriage, nor let the coachman drive the horses forward, to show that he was not malicious.

Klein deliberately sat down awkwardly, and asked a little uneasy:

"Mr. Stanton, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Essinger took out a dark pipe and said, "I want to know what you have gained from tracking Ms. Lopez. What have you heard or discovered?"

"This... I am also a detective, you should know that there is a confidentiality agreement in our line of work." Klein replied with pretentious embarrassment.

"I'm asking you on behalf of Severus, and this has nothing to do with the confidentiality agreement." Essinger stroked the pipe with his thumb, "1 pound, um... how about 2 pounds?"

With the lessons learned from the previous Meursault incident and the fact that there is no need to keep it secret, Klein immediately replied without hesitation:

"Can."

"Okay." Essinger smiled and took out two 1 pound notes from his pocket.

Klein pretended to be recalling, and said frankly: "We only heard one sentence. Ms. Lopez tried to send her subordinates to tell Capin not to send anyone over in the near future."

"Carpin?" Essinger nodded slightly in surprise, "I see."

"You know Capin?" Klein didn't hide his astonishment.

Essinger handed over the banknote and said with a faint smile:

"He's a controversial rich man in Jorwood."

"In Backlund, innocent young girls often disappear in secluded streets, and after a long period of time, they may be accidentally found in various legal or illegal brothels. A lot of rumors point to Kapin, I think he is a criminal leader with bloody hands and dirty body, but because there is not enough evidence, he is still free and has known many big people."

If it's true, this guy deserves to die ten thousand times... Klein nodded and sighed:

"This is Loen, this is Backlund, Mister Stanton, I should take my leave."

"Thank you for your cooperation." Essinger politely half stood up and sent him off. "By the way, your fighting skills are quite good. Maybe we will have opportunities to cooperate in the future. What should I call you?"

"Sherlock Moriarty." Klein answered succinctly, and got off the carriage.

After he boarded the tram that had just arrived, Isengard Stanton asked his assistant to close the door, and told the driver to go to Hillston District.

Looking sideways out of the window, the gray-haired middle-aged gentleman put away his dark pipe, took out a brass ornament from his pocket, and slowly rubbed it in his hand.

The brass ornament was a small open book with a vertical eye in the center.

"The appearance and attire of Mr. Moriarty just now are a little inconsistent. He wears very elegant gold-rimmed glasses, but deliberately grows a beard around his mouth, which looks vulgar and barbaric. This is not in line with normal thinking. Now this In this era, people who are willing to wear gold-rimmed glasses are often very concerned about their own image, an image of knowledge and temperament, maybe, he is deliberately hiding something...Of course, it is also possible that he is a gentleman with a different aesthetic..." Essinger seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be teaching his assistants.

At this moment, Klein in the public carriage leaned his back against the wall and muttered silently:

"There's something wrong with Detective Isengard Stanton. Ever since I opened my Spirit Vision, he has always maintained the blue color of rational thinking and indifference and alienation, the purple color where spirituality dominates, and few other emotional colors emerge. "

"For normal people, unless they are concentrating on studying difficult problems, it is difficult to maintain a similar state for too long. Other emotional colors will inevitably appear. The difference is how long they stay."

"Hmm... Either Detective Essinger Stanton is such a genius who is always observing and reasoning, a guy with extraordinary talents, or, he, is a Extraordinary?"

Divided into upper and lower floors, the railroad carriage carrying more than 40 passengers was heading towards the Backlund Bridge area. Klein gradually withdrew his thoughts, turned his gaze out of the window, and admired the two to three floors across the street. style building.

Occasionally, he could still see five to six-story brown houses, which showed the latest trends in Backlund and the kingdom's most cutting-edge construction technology.

After changing trains once, Klein arrived at Iron Gate Street and got off the carriage opposite the Bar of the Brave.

Because it was not the busiest time of the bar, as soon as he entered, he saw Kaspers sitting at the bar drinking.

The rosacea-nosed old man ordered a glass of Liranki, and squinted his eyes contentedly as he savored the aroma of malt and the burning heat that irritated his throat.

Klein moved closer, knocked on the bar, and asked with a smile:

"Is Maric here?"

At the same time, he put one hand in his pocket and held Azik's copper whistle, shielding its negative effects with spirituality.

But before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a gaze sweep over him, full of scrutiny.

After he finished asking, the gaze moved away again, seeming to look at Kaspers.

The old man with a huge scar on his face opened his eyes and saw that it was Klein, and said angrily:

"He didn't come, and he didn't come yesterday."

It didn't come... Klein immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and no longer wrapped Azik's copper whistle with spirituality.

When I mentioned Maric just now, someone was looking at me... When it became clear that I was asking about Maric's whereabouts, his gaze shifted again... Someone was looking for Maric... Klein held back and looked back Impulse, analyzing the previous abnormality in my heart.

Combined with one of his original doubts, he felt that the question seemed to have a rough answer.

I was very confused last week. Why would a lady bodyguard who should have a Sequence 5 level accept a 1,000 pound three-day protection task? If the nighthawk deacon or the bishop of the diocese can still win the favor of the "sacred object", they can even compete for the seats of the archbishop and senior deacon...

In various secret organizations and intelligence agencies, Sequence 5 also means the identity of the person in charge of the large area or the second or third person in the area. Even if it is a wild and unorganized Extraordinary, a strong person with this strength is enough to establish his own small organization ...

No matter from which point of view, Miss Bodyguard can enjoy the dedication of her subordinates, there is no need to "take the order" personally...

At that time, I thought that the most likely thing was to invite a Sequence 6, a "security officer" who could stand up for a while under the strong men sent by Bakerland and create opportunities for me. Who knew, Miss Bodyguard was terrifyingly strong...

Judging from today's events, Miss Bodyguard and Maric may be similar to me. Their identities are sensitive and they have to hide. Well, their situation may be even worse. Even if there are no high-sequence powerhouses, there must be "sacred objects", or multiple Sequence 5s...

Of course, this is all my guess, maybe because Maric's Extraordinary identity was exposed, he was targeted by the Mechanic Heart team...

With so many thoughts, Klein said regretfully:

"Well, I still want to play cards with him."

Hearing the words that obviously didn't fit the other party's style, Kaspers became alert, and also didn't look around, but said with a smile:

"I will organize a poker game tonight, Texas, do you want to participate?"

"No, I just want to play until dinner now. Hey, I'd better go home honestly." Klein sighed, and left the "Brave Bar" without ordering a drink.

He originally planned to ask Kaspers about other Extraordinary gatherings, but after this situation happened, he cautiously gave up this idea.

In fact, he could go to a relatively closed place such as the card room to communicate with Kaspers about the corresponding issues, but to be on the safe side, he decided to wait until the next time.

Klein was also not in a hurry to go home. Instead, he went to the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East District, and performed a divination above the gray fog to confirm that no one was following him.

After reassuring, he arrived at Minsk Street before it was completely dark, and found that the newspaper box was full of various newspapers he subscribed to.

"I was in a hurry to go out today, so I didn't have time to watch it. In the Kragg Club, I had a good meal after gun practice, took a nap, and was dragged by Talim to play a few tennis games. Heh, my skills are not enough, but my physical fitness can make up for it." …" Klein muttered a few words silently, opened the door and entered the house, and turned the gas valve.

He took those few newspapers, entered the living room, sat down on the sofa, lit the wall lamp, and flipped through them casually.

Klein browsed the "Becklund Morning Post" first, and turned directly to the fifth page. He saw an advertisement, an advertisement for Ernst Firm to purchase goods!

The quotations are flour 7p/l, butter 1 soli/lb, lard 6p/lb, butter 1 soli 3p/lb, Marquise black tea 8 soli/lb...

That is to say, tomorrow night at 8 o'clock there will be a gathering of Extraordinary people in the old place, the door opening signal is 7 heavy knocks, 1 light knock, and the interval is 6 long and 1 short, in order... The following 3 and 8 are meaningless... Klein deciphered the content, leaned back on the sofa, and began to look forward to tomorrow night's party.

He wants to sell some recipes to see if he can buy the corresponding materials or items!

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