Chapter 97 Air Pollution Investigation Committee

Sir Des Shaw? Mr. Hibbert Hall? I don’t know who it is… Klein pretended that he had no doubts, and said half-jokingly:

"I hope they can bring blue sky and sunshine to Backlund."

"Yes, although it is everyone's freedom to burn something in their own fireplace, it is a right granted by law, but the blue sky and sunshine are more desirable things." Luke Summer, director of the Soot Emissions Reduction Association The members echoed and sighed, pointing to the rented carriageway, "It's time for us to pass, Mary urgently needs some help."

Starling Summer added, pretending to be reserved:

"Maybe there will be members of parliament coming to the banquet, from the Backlund region, or from the kingdom."

"You can imagine the grandeur of this banquet." Klein complimented him politely, and watched the Sammers get in the car and leave.

Just as he turned around and was about to go to the mailbox at the end of the street, a postman in a dark green uniform arrived in a carriage and delivered a letter to the letter box at his door.

my letter? Klein took out a bunch of keys, and casually chose the one with a simple shape and almost brass color.

Click!

The "Master Key" easily opened the mailbox.

From now on, you can only take this key with you when you go out... Klein muttered, and took out the newspaper he subscribed to and the letter just now.

This letter is from Isengard Stanton.

He also looked through the old unsolved serial murder cases yesterday, picked out the most suspicious ones, and preliminarily confirmed the current situation of the corresponding suspects through the police department, so he wrote to Klein and Kaslana Wait for private detectives who are interested in this direction to share their gains.

This happened to include the two incidents that Klein focused on.

The well-known detective sees the same thing... I just wrote the letter for nothing... Klein made fun of himself and returned to the living room.

According to Essinger's description, many people were investigated in the case of the random killing of late returnees, but the suspect was never identified. After many years, it is very difficult and almost hopeless to find clues again.

Among the four suspects in another case, one was a teenager, and his mother was also a victim.

A prostitute, single, and only one child, he was abused by his mother, withdrawn and vicious, he was the first suspect of the police, but less than half a year after that case, he was seriously injured in a gang fire in the East District , died in the surgical operating room of Charity Hospital.

His body was burned to ashes and buried in the cemetery under the witness.

In this way, it is impossible for him to be connected with the current serial murder case.

If there is no cremation, I will definitely dig the grave to confirm... Klein, who cheated the corpse, seriously considered the possibility of the other party cheating the corpse.

The remaining three suspects, one has moved many times in the past few years, the police have lost control of his situation and need more time to track down, one has gone through bankruptcy and entered the East District from the North District, and the other has remained the same , still running a grocery store on that street.

Klein took out another piece of letter paper, first described the corresponding situation, and then asked the recipient to secretly observe the two suspects with specific addresses. He emphasized emphatically:

"The serial killers are cruel, vicious, and aggressive. Please be careful not to get too close to them and observe them as if you were just an ordinary neighbor."

"The information I need is their recent mental state, for example, whether they are irritable, whether they like to lock themselves in the room, rarely communicate with others, whether they have beaten others."

This is also the information he got from the "sun". After each killing, the "demon" will eat the internal organs of the victim according to the requirements of the ceremony, and will always be in a state of bloodthirsty and mania, wanting to hurt others, until the new The victim appeared.

After emphasizing once again that he must pay attention to his own safety, Klein folded the letter, stuffed it into a new envelope, and pasted a black stamp on the surface.

Then, he wrote down the name of the recipient:

"Detective Stuart."

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Queens, in the luxury villa of Earl Hall's family.

Susie was lying in the corner of the study, looking around boredly.

Earl Hall, with a bulging stomach, took a puff of his pipe and said to the eldest son in front of him:

"Hibert, do you know why I must let you join the Air Pollution Investigation Committee?"

Hibbert Hall replied thoughtfully:

"Do you hope to influence the formulation of relevant laws and policies?"

"No, although I am the second largest shareholder of the Conston Coal and Steel Complex, I don't care too much about this issue. I have been urging them to make corresponding adjustments. Controlling air pollution is the trend of the future. For this , I have no doubt."

"Hibert, although our family has a fixed seat in the House of Lords, you will become a member of the House of Lords sooner or later, but apart from the speaker and other people with special status, why do some nobles have more influence when they are members of the House of Lords?"

Hibbert thought for a while and said:

"Nobility, wealth, business status, and connections within the government and the military?"

"This is only part of it. In addition, there is also the ability to handle affairs. People will always trust similar people who have rich experience and have participated in many things. If you want to make a difference in the political arena in the future, in addition to inheriting seats, you have to try your best. Participate in various affairs, show corresponding ability, gradually become active in the sight of members of parliament and ministers, let them gradually feel that you are trustworthy, this is your own influence."

"Hibert, take a look at the Republic of Intis and the current situation of their nobles, and you should understand that with the passage of time and the development of society, the privileges on the surface will be weakened, and the titles will become more and more The less important it is, it’s just an honorary title, your status in the business field and your own influence are the things you should pay attention to.” Earl Hall explained in detail.

"What if you encounter something you are not good at?" Heber pondered.

"Then pretend you can handle it. Don't worry about wasting money, build a professional team, listen to their opinions, and make a decision. Everyone has many areas that are not good at, only money is omnipotent." Hall The Count nodded.

Hibbert replied in a daze:

"I see, Dad."

At this time, Susie next to her yawned boredly.

When everything was over, it slipped into Audrey's studio, repeated everything it heard, and finally muttered:

"I have no idea what they're talking about..."

After listening thoughtfully, Audrey smiled slightly and said:

"It's a good thing you don't have to smell those pungent smells."

"Really?" Susie asked back half understanding.

Audrey didn't answer it, but thought of another thing instead.

She had planned to quietly draw MPs' attention to the dire conditions in the East End, the Factory District and the Docklands, but during the last two social gatherings, she found that she could not find the opportunity.

Those nobles, those councilors, and those senior government employees would never talk about similar topics, and they couldn't guide them even if they wanted to!

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On Monday afternoon, Klein leisurely returned to No. 15 Minsk Street from the Kragg Club.

Because Stuart hasn't given the results of the preliminary investigation yet, and he can't find anyone who can be trained as a pharmacist for the time being, so he has nothing to do yesterday and today, so he simply went to the Kragg Club to practice guns, read books, and , Cengfan.

In the process, he met many members of the club.

This is where the future business will come from... Klein said with emotion, and took four steps backwards, entering above the gray mist.

He made various preparations step by step. First, he manifested the dummy "World" and became familiar with the manipulation skills of "All Black Eyes". Then he sent a message to "Sun" that the Tarot meeting was about to start.

After finishing all this, Klein waited for three o'clock to come, and then reached out to touch the crimson stars corresponding to each member—after establishing a solid connection, the "magician" also had his own illusory star.

Fors Wall found an excuse to concentrate on creating, and sent Xio off. At this moment, her eyes were in a trance, and she saw the gray mist gushing out in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, she found herself on top of the mysterious and deep gray mist, in that majestic and majestic palace. In front of her was an ancient mottled bronze table, surrounded by lines of fog that were hard to see. figure.

Figures? One after another figure! Is this the party member Mister Fool mentioned? Fors watched all this cautiously, and felt that the members who could participate in this kind of secret gathering were very, very powerful Beyonders.

Except me... she thought guiltily and fearfully.

However, looking at it from another angle, my Sequence 9 can join, and the other members may not necessarily be very powerful. The requirement for this gathering is obviously not strength, but to establish contact with Mr. "Fool" for some reason... Forsi Quickly negated the previous judgment and relaxed a little.

At the same time, Audrey "Justice" also discovered that there was a newcomer in today's party.

Is it a woman... Hugh, or Fors? Passed the test? Or someone else? Audrey almost forgot to say hello to Mr. Fool, and just wanted to carefully observe the characteristics of the new members.

No matter how blurred the opponent's figure is, you can still see the hair color and outline, and hear the accent and idiomatic expressions!

Hmm... I also have to pay attention, Mr. "The Hanged Man" first confirmed that I am a nobleman from my special pronunciation of some words and my habit of using certain special words... Audrey stood up , lifted the hem of his skirt, and said to Klein at the top of the long bronze table:

"Good afternoon, Mister Fool."

After the greeting, she didn't hide her curiosity, glanced at the new members in the same row as her, and asked with a smile:

"Who is this?"