Chapter 67 - Step 1

East District, in a corner.

Gene, who was drunk, faced the wall, pulled down his pants, and nourished the moss comfortably.

After he finished solving the problem, someone suddenly patted his shoulder.

Gene couldn't help shivering a few times, quickly lifted his trousers, looked halfway around, and saw a short boy in a canvas coat and peaked cap.

The "boy" raised his head, revealing a soft and delicate face although it was extremely dirty.

"Hugh? Why are you dressed like this?" Gene blurted out in astonishment.

Xio put up his index finger and put it against his lips, signaling for the other party to silence.

Immediately afterwards, she suppressed her throat and said:

"I ask you to answer, keep your voice down."

Intimidated by the majesty, Jin only had the idea of ​​nodding.

"Among those guys that Williams knew, who else died in the past two days?" Xio asked in a deep voice.

Gene recalled carefully for a while with his brain paralyzed by alcohol:

"Gavin! Gavin was found drowned in the Tussock River this morning!"

"He should have fallen last night. This poor guy doesn't know how to swim at all, and he likes to go to the river to enjoy the wind after getting drunk."

Xio's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he asked without thinking:

"Did Gavin accept Williams' commission to find the wanted criminal Lanrus?"

"Of course, we all got this commission from Williams. Anyway, it's not a troublesome thing anyway. We just need to show the portrait to everyone we know and let them notice if there are similar guys. That's it, oh, Williams, he said, and said, if there's a clue, buy me three days of wine and three days of meat! Poor guy, he died in a gas explosion, so, so I am determined not to let the landlord install gas pipes! Uh... this was all a few months ago, and I can only live in cheap hotels now." Gene said ramblingly.

"What area is Gavin in charge of? Did he mention anything to you?" Xio looked sideways, pursed his lips, and then stared at Gene's face and asked.

"he,

He usually goes to the East Balam Shipyard in the dock area. He also met me yesterday evening, saying that he went to the Workers Union Tavern there to spread the news of the search for Lan Wusi and showed the people present. Portrait of Ervus. "Jin hiccupped.

There are many piers in Backlund, most of them are classified into the dock area and named as various "docks".

"What's next? Did Gavin say what he's going to do next?" Xio asked again, frowning in doubt.

"Of course, drink, of course! He's going to have a good drink and then find a place to sleep! Oh, the poor fellow must have been drinking hot enough to try to take a bath in the river, and forget he can't swim, and It's almost winter!" Genn sighed again.

This... Gavin didn't find anything. He just went to the Workers' Union Tavern in the East Balam Dock to distribute the "leaflets" looking for Lanwusi, and he was killed in the end, and Williams was also implicated... The murderer's reaction It can no longer be described as extreme, it is simply a lunatic...

If I were Lanerus, the best and easiest choice would be to change places immediately and avoid searching, unless, unless he was caught in something and couldn't leave for a long time... However, there is no one looking for him. Just me, and many bounty hunters, can he kill Williams, can he kill so many people? If he has the ability, he will go and kill the Sivelas field where the arrest warrant was issued!

Hugh felt as completely incomprehensible as she was of Williams' death.

In the end, she decided to report the problems she encountered to Miss Audrey first, and then went to the Workers' Union Tavern in the East Balam Dock in disguise. She didn't ask, but just observed to see if there were any suspicious people.

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Jorwood District, Rice Police Precinct.

Klein once again squeezed with the thieves and drunks on a long bench with a backrest.

It's really unlucky... I even encountered the police inspection, and I couldn't change the route in time. It's all because of that damned serial killer! While cursing a certain guy, Klein was thinking about how to hide the spells and unexplained herbal powder on his body, so as to avoid the subsequent body search.

He tried to pack these things in black gloves, and then found an opportunity to stuff them into a hidden place in the police station, and retrieve them when he left.

At this moment, his eyes lit up, and he saw Jurgen Cooper, a young lawyer with his hair neatly brushed back and formally dressed as if he was going to a banquet, walked over accompanied by a police officer.

"You can sign and leave." Jurgen said with his usual serious expression.

"That's all right?" Klein asked in surprise.

Jurgen nodded slightly and said:

"Yes, they know you are a well-known detective."

What is the reason? Klein didn't dare to ask any more questions. He immediately got up, followed Jurgen who was wearing a long black woolen dress, signed his name and left the house in a leisurely manner.

The weather was different from the last time he was led out of the police station by the other party. There was no rain at this time, only the red moon and stars were covered by thick clouds and mists, and the streets were fully illuminated by gas street lamps on both sides.

"Thank you so much! I have troubled you again!" Klein took two quick steps and came to Jurgen's side.

Jurgen looked sideways at him with a stern smile and said:

"No thanks, this is my profession."

"Two pounds."

"..." Klein took a serious look at the other party, and said with a smile, "Okay."

His recent wallet was bulging, and he immediately took out two £1 notes.

Jurgen was not polite, took the reward and said:

"If you are willing to establish a formal cooperative relationship, then I will only charge you £1 every time you come to the police station. Of course, this does not include serious cases. You must understand that a large part of the fees I charge will be handed over to the police station. office."

It's as if I'll be invited to the police station for tea often in the future... Bah, they don't give tea at all, not even a glass of water! Before Klein could answer, he heard Lawyer Jurgen add:

"For a private detective, going in and out of the police station is something that happens every once in a while, which is a professional feature."

"Well, I know very well that every private investigator has problems with illegal possession of guns and illegal intrusion into other people's houses."

"You responded very well this time. The police couldn't find enough evidence to prove that you were illegally holding a gun, and the explanation for the gunpowder reaction on your body was quite sufficient. The name of the Kragg Club is enough to convince them, otherwise you might have to go there. Magistrates Court."

"So, you are not a suspect, but a good citizen. A good citizen who picks up a gun and turns it in will not need to be searched again."

Well... But I lost a revolver and the corresponding bullets, several pounds, and legal fees... Klein squeezed out a smile and said:

"I see, Lawyer Jurgen, let's establish a formal cooperative relationship."

Jurgen twitched the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand with a very professional smile, and said:

"Pleasant cooperation."

"I sincerely hope to see you less often at the police station."

It's not up to me to decide... Klein laughed at himself.

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Back at No. 15 Minsk Street, Klein took a hot bath to calm himself down.

But at this moment, he heard phantom pleading voices again, vaguely coming from a woman.

Miss Justice? Do you have any clues about Lanwusi this time? Klein suddenly jumped out of the bathtub, quickly dried his body, put on his clothes, and entered above the gray mist.

Looking at the ever-expanding and shrinking crimson stars, he spread his spirituality and chose to listen:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

"Dear Mister Fool, there is a problem with Lanwusi's investigation..."

For some reason, "Justice" in a white coat told the whole story about the explosion accident on Dharavi Street in the East District and Gavin's slipping and drowning.

As a "Mind Reader" who has already started, she did not add her own guesses, so as not to affect Mister Fool's judgment.

After listening carefully, Klein frowned, feeling that the murderer's overreaction was unimaginable.

This is different from "Vice Admiral Hurricane" Qilingus. As a fraudster, Lanerus found trouble, and it was his professional instinct to move immediately. He had no reason to pursue and kill those who were looking for him.

According to such a standard, 80% of the bounty hunters in the East Zone would have to die, which would cause a sensation and cause the case to be taken over by the Nighthawks, Punishers, or the Mechanical Heart team!

Hmm... The benefits that Lanwusi obtained in the ceremony of praying for the "True Creator" to descend an heir, made him crazy? This is very much in line with the style of the "True Creator"... But the problem is that it is difficult for a lunatic to hide himself, except for potential ones... Klein was lost in thought and didn't rush to respond to Miss Justice.

He had read the newspaper and knew about the explosion accident, so he used dream divination to recall the specific content.

Immediately afterwards, he wrote a new divination statement:

"Clues to the bombing on Dharavi Street."

While meditating, he leaned back in his chair, entered a dream, and saw a three-story gray-blue apartment.

There was a room on the third floor of the apartment that lost its windows, and half of the wall collapsed, full of remnants of the explosion.

The picture quickly shattered, Klein came to his senses, tapped the edge of the long table with his fingers, and said silently to himself:

"The clues are at the crime scene?"

"...The meaning of this revelation may also be that the murderer is still staring at the scene of the crime, trying to solve the person who came to investigate this matter."

"Hmm...he'll have a chance of finding the person who recently put a bounty on Blairus."

"I disguised myself and walked around. I didn't enter the scene of the crime. I walked around to see if I could find the murderer. Even if he wasn't Lanerwusi, he must have a certain connection, so I could find Lanerwusi. S."

"However, he must be hiding very well. How can I find him without attracting his attention?"

In a flash of thought, Klein looked at the all-black eye on the long bronze table, which is the extraordinary characteristic left by "Master of Puppet" Rosago.

In the real world, I can't use this item to manipulate those strange silk threads, because there is spiritual pollution left by the real creator, contact beyond a certain limit will cause irreversible damage, but if it is only used for a short time, find the hidden through the silk thread I can still bear it, just like it was used to confirm whether the bodyguard lady has left or not... Klein narrowed his eyes, took off the pendulum, and made a divination about the danger of this trip.

The answer is yes, but the range of rotation is not large and the speed is not fast.

"It's acceptable..." Klein was silent for a few seconds before returning to the real world.

Then, using the way he summoned himself, he put the all-black eye into an iron cigarette case and brought it back to the bedroom.

After changing his clothes and putting on his beard, Klein, who was fully prepared, came to the full-length mirror and examined himself now.

The faint smell of books has been completely covered by the beard all over the face, and the brown eyes are like ancient pools of water, which seem to be hiding and sealing something.

Compared to the time in Tingen City, Klein almost couldn't recognize himself.

Stretching out his fingers one by one, he clenched his fists tightly again, facing the mirror, he said in a low and hoarse voice:

"Captain, this is the first step to avenge me for you."

Before he finished speaking, he saw himself in the mirror grinning, revealing a bright smile.