Chapter 198

It seems to have Balam blood... The university lecturer... is indeed Mr. Azik, not the same name... Klein basically confirmed that the bounty is Azik, who is suspected to be a descendant of the God of Death, based on the information provided by the old Kohler.

"Then the question is, who or which organization is looking for Mr. Azik?

"The spiritual sect whose ultimate goal is to resurrect the god of death? Like Ince Zangwill who is behind the scenes?

"It's not like the latter. Ince Zangwill has Sealed Artifact 0-08, which allows the target to act according to his own description, and achieve the desired goal through a series of coincidences. He doesn't need to use gang members and bounties at all. The hunter is looking for Mr. Ards...

"Wait, what if this is the arrangement of Sealed Artifact 0-08? Ince Zangwill found himself being targeted by Mr. Azik, but he was not sure of winning the battle, so he used 0-08 to make the arrangement Mr. Ards had a conflict with a certain force, hoping to use indirect means to eliminate the enemy, and this time the reward was issued by that force... Very likely!

"However, we can't rule out the Spiritual Cult. Mr. Azik may have contacted them to some extent for revenge, but the two sides had major differences on matters such as resurrecting the god of death, which eventually led to a break..."

Klein instantly thought of two possible and corresponding reasons.

He picked up the coffee and took a sip, then said to the old Kohler:

"Help me find out who issued this reward task and the specific price. If it's suitable, maybe I'll keep an eye on it."

"No problem." Old Kohler didn't think there was anything wrong with Klein's request.

In a sense, there is no essential difference between a private detective and a bounty hunter. The only difference is in the form of expression. The former can even do trivial things such as catching rape, finding cats and helping people walk their dogs, and prefers reasoning over violence.

After the old Kohler finished talking about other experiences, Klein briefly taught the other party some tricks of clichés and emergency handling plans in individual scenarios according to the tutorials of the Nighthawks.

"It's time for me to go to the pier. Thank you, Detective Moriarty, you let me have a good life again!" Old Kohler picked up the worn-out soft hat on the table, and thanked him sincerely.

In his opinion, Mr. Detective not only provided himself with a well-paid job, but also taught him many useful things. Even if the other party no longer needs informants in the future, these skills are enough for him to survive in the East End, especially After he was getting older and unable to do heavy work.

beautiful life? In my opinion, what you currently have is the most basic life of a person... After watching old Kohler walk out of the cheap cafe, Klein sat there in a daze.

This was the first time he heard his friend's name from someone else after he came to Backlund, and it was also the first time he could possibly grasp Ince Zangwill's whereabouts!

In the past three months, especially after killing Lanwusi, Klein's main goal has always been to digest the potion and improve himself.

Because he is very clear that there is an irreparable gap between himself and Ince Zangwill, who is probably already a high-sequence powerhouse, revenge cannot be rushed, especially the sealed item 0-08 that makes people shudder just thinking about it, It made him even have no idea of ​​approaching and investigating.

The scenes that happened in the Blackthorn Security Company in Tingen City jumped into Klein's mind again, and the pair of shiny leather shoes clearly seemed to be in front of his eyes.

Lifting his head back, and slowly exhaling, Klein took the scarf and hat and walked out of the cheap cafe.

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Hillston District, outside a somewhat old house.

Klein got out of the carriage, pressed his hat, and went straight to the gate.

This is the home of Essinger Stanton.

The great detective wrote to Klein a few days ago, inviting him to come over to discuss a murder case.

Because Klein was busy with the financing of the bicycle project, he euphemistically replied that he was not available recently, and expressed his refusal. Who knew that Isengard Stanton didn't care, saying that the case had entered a dead end.

There won't be any breakthroughs in a short period of time. He is very happy to wait for the visit of Detective Sherlock Moriarty, and is very much looking forward to an exchange of sparks of wisdom.

Klein had no choice but to divination out a suitable date for visiting the other party first, and chose the closest one after the negotiation, that is, this afternoon, and wrote back to finalize the matter with the other party.

Jingle, jingle.

Klein rang the doorbell twice, took a step back and waited.

After more than ten seconds, the door opened with a creak, and the assistant of Detective Essinger smiled and said:

"Good afternoon, Detective Moriarty, Mr. Stanton is waiting for you in the living room. Would you like coffee or black tea?"

The assistant, slim and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looked both refined and professional.

Klein looked up at him and said:

"Let's have black tea, add less lemon slices."

"No problem." The assistant led Klein into the living room, and pointed to the doorway of the living room, "Sorry, our servants are all temporary, and they just rest today, so I can only trouble you to go there by yourself."

Klein nodded slightly, and walked outside the living room on the first floor.

While raising his hand to knock on the door, he suddenly felt something was wrong:

My visit to Mr. Stanton was scheduled a few days in advance. How could it happen that all the temporary servants are resting?

Klein narrowed his eyes, reached out and took out a copper penny.

At this moment, the door of the living room was knocked open and opened a small gap.

In an instant, it seemed that some seal was lifted, and a strong smell of blood came out, and got into Klein's nose.

In his sight, the easy chair in the living room was overturned on the ground, stained with a lot of dark red blood, and a book fell beside it with the cover facing up.

With just a glance, Klein seemed to see the scene of the murder.

Then the name of the book came into his pupils:

"The Legend of Demons in the Sieveras Region"

The devil... Klein was about to make a move when a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the living room, and he quickly pulled the door back.

bang!

Klein saw clearly the complete scene inside the living room:

The charcoal in the fireplace has long been burned, and there is no longer any red appearance;

Coffee tables, sofas, chairs, cabinets and other items were upside down and broken, as if witnessing a fierce battle;

There was a lot of blood on the carpet and walls, accompanied by a large number of burn marks, but no body was found at the scene, not even a stump.

Something happened to Detective Stanton? Klein took a step back abruptly, intending to get out of here first.

But almost at the same time, he felt locked by someone.

There is a person who doesn't know where he is hiding, and is staring at him coldly and mercilessly!

Once he makes a mistake in his response, he will immediately encounter a fatal attack!

What is this suitable for visiting Isengard Stanton? Is there something wrong with my interpretation of the revelation? Klein didn't dare to act rashly.

But he wasn't too nervous and flustered, he had already experienced many battles and "performances", and he knew that the most important thing at this time was to be calm.

Da, da, da, Isengard Stanton's assistant came over with a tray.

A pewter teapot and two white-glazed china cups rest on the tray.

Mr. Assistant froze in place when he saw the scene in the living room.

He looked at Klein, his expression suddenly filled with fear, and he said one word at a time:

"You, kill, Stanton, sir..."

Every time he uttered a word, a piece of flesh fell off his face, dripping with blood.

When he finished speaking, he was torn apart and turned into a broken corpse, just like it has always been, it has always been in this state, but it was just stitched together.

when! Click! The tin pot and the white-glazed porcelain cup fell to the ground at the same time, or rolled or splashed, and the black tea quickly soaked the surrounding area.

Klein didn't move, just watched all this happen because he felt that he was still being watched.

The guy who made it all seemed to be waiting for him to make a move, and then jumped on him from behind and bit his neck off.

After an unknown amount of time, in the silent and weird stalemate, Klein saw the door of Isengard Stanton's house being opened, and a group of policemen in black and white grid uniforms rushed in.

They found the disgusting and terrifying dismembered corpse on the ground, immediately pulled out their revolvers, and pointed at Klein at the door of the living room.

Facing the black muzzles, Klein relaxed.

The speechless stare, as if pointing a gun at the back of his head, disappeared in this instant!

Klein raised his hands and said with a helpless smile:

"Until I see my lawyer, I won't say anything."

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Hisak Bureau, Backlund Police Department.

Klein, who was handcuffed to the water pipe, saw Lawyer Jurgen again.

"I will accompany you to the interrogation." Jurgen's expression was not unusual at all, as if Detective Moriarty should appear here.

Klein sighed and said:

"It's such a tragedy, it's a time when I should be thinking about what to have for dinner instead of chatting with the stern-faced police officer."

What he is most fortunate about today is that due to the pursuit of the Aurora Society and the attention of the high-sequence powerhouses of the Rose School of Thought, he did not carry any Extraordinary items, and his only revolver easily escaped the search under the "magic" performance. .

Entering the interrogation room, without waiting for the police officer to inquire, he recounted the fact that he received a letter from Isengard Stanton and came to discuss a case at an appointment.

"We will go to your home with Lawyer Jurgen to get these letters later. I hope they are still there." The police officer in charge of the interrogation asked instead, "How did you and Detective Essinger Stanton meet?"

Klein replied without hesitation:

"Because of the serial murder case..."

Having said that, he suddenly froze for a moment.

He remembered one thing. He had always suspected that there was an owner behind that devil dog, and he had snorted coldly at the scene where the devil dog was killed.

By the way, the book that Detective Stanton read before the attack was "The Legend of the Devil in the Sieveras Region"... Could it be that the owner of the devil dog launched revenge after a period of dormancy? And Detective Stanton is the one who provided the main clue or idea in the police records and received the reward! Klein quickly had a guess.

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