Chapter 165 Have a Good Rest

It was already 12:30 in the afternoon on June 5th. After seeing off Sister Nightingale who came for follow-up consultation, Lynch took a comfortable bath and enjoyed the meal surrounded by three ladies. After Mrs. Maggie's carefully cooked lunch, she and Officer Natalie left the apartment and boarded the taxi.

Goal, Scarecrow Club.

It wasn't that he didn't want to rest for a few more days, but the news brought by the police officer made Lynch a little unable to sit still.

The pile of photos that killed reporter Downey were full of mysteries. They were obviously dangerous, but they seemed to exude a wonderful attraction, making Lynch couldn't help but want to take a closer look.

Lynch also asked Maya about this, but Maya didn't think there was anything wrong with the photo, so she asked Downey to help find someone else to look at it. However, judging by the time, when the photos were taken and viewed, she had already been related to Zul'Glassar and Mordiggian, and had already stepped out of the human category, with no reference value.

It's not curiosity, at least not entirely.

Because these photos are likely to be related to the secrets of the railway project, the next breakthrough in the investigation of the entire railway project may lie in this stack of photos.

Lin Qi did not like to owe favors to others in his past life. He took payments from others and would not even sleep well if he did not complete the commission as soon as possible. So Lynch has been thinking about this matter, and now that he finally found out, he was afraid that it would delay for a long time and add variables, so he dragged his sick leg and hurried to the Scarecrow Club with Officer Natalie.

After all, in the mysterious world, nothing is surprising.

"Mr. Klin asked someone to notify me not long ago. Even if something happens, it won't happen so quickly. Besides, he is an expert in analyzing mysterious documents. He won't..."

"Stop, I understand, don't always say these dangerous words, it's too scary."

Lynch broke out in a cold sweat. He jumped out of the taxi in a panic. When he saw the Scarecrow Club in front of him, he breathed a sigh of relief and tried to walk a few steps without using a cane.

Lynch felt quite relieved to be able to walk normally with his legs again.

Although his legs were thicker and thinner, and he walked with a limp, the long-lost freedom made Lynch excited to run and jump until his legs gave out and his body fell into the arms of Officer Natalie... Stop, stop, stop , don't hold it by the collar, it's going to strangle you.

Being restrained from having bold ideas, Lynch could only walk normally. Well, the recovery was actually very good. Pay attention to rehabilitation these days and he will be back to normal soon.

Long time no see, the Scarecrow Club is still the same. There is no one there at noon. There are only a few familiar faces around the lizard box, including the bearded Cui En who wants to lick his boots. A group of people are studying something unknown, and they keep talking from time to time. The discussion was conducted in whispers, much like the enthusiastic lottery players in their hometown studying the numbers on the wall at the lottery station.

"Hey, Natalie, and that Lynch." The bearded Cui En saw the two of them at a glance, "Didn't you break your leg? Why did you come here to drink so quickly? It couldn't be that you don't want your leg anymore. Let’s indulge in a drink for the last time, hahaha, that’s so like us.”

"I healed so quickly because I was treated by Saint Sister Nightingale, who treated me eight times in a row. You must be envious." Lin Qi looked past this idiot and winked at the beauty in men's clothing at the bar. "Good afternoon, beautiful Lin Qi Da. Give everyone here a glass of beer, I’ll treat you.”

So saying, he laid out nine shillings on the bar.

Although there was not much liquidity left, the money that should be spent still had to be spent. This group of people could go out in the middle of the night to fight with the mountain people to save him, although it was largely because of Officer Natalie's face, and they couldn't help. , but Lynch still kept this favor in mind. "

"Hahaha, you started bragging again. I was blown away by you last time, but I don't believe it this time. What is Mrs. Nightingale's identity? She wouldn't come forward in person even when Duke Wayne was sick. How could you ask her to do it in person? Treatment, eight times in a row, hahahaha, the last time was just a joke, you don’t really think you are Rudolf II, do you? If you can really ask the old lady to treat it in person, have you seen this glass tank lizard, I Just eat the lizards on the spot, one at a time.”

"Extraordinary number, extra number." The bearded Cui En was smiling, and the loud shouts of the newsboy came from outside the window, "His Excellency Saint Nightingale went to Lynch Levy's office in Charles Square, King's District this morning to express his condolences before entrusting The injured detective shows the loving heart of the Lord of suffering.”

The shouts brought an abrupt end to the noise in the bar, and a group of people fell into silence with strange expressions. As the newsboy's voice gradually faded away, their eyes kept wandering between the lizard box and Cui En's face.

"Rudolph II?" Lynch raised his eyebrows towards the lizard tank, his faint voice was particularly clear in the silence.

Cui En's face instantly turned red. He lowered his head and was silent for a moment. Then he suddenly turned around and rushed toward the glass tank where the lizard was.

"Stop it, you lunatics, this is a gambling tool." Linda, a beauty dressed in men's clothing, roared.

"Damn Trin, what do you want to do to these precious lizards? Put it down."

"When you lost yesterday, you were thinking about stewing them. I've seen it a long time ago. Stop it."

Boom, bang, crash.

In an instant, chaos broke out in the bar. Wine glasses and plates were flying all over the air. There were crashing sounds and laughter. Especially, a group of people surrounded the murderer who tried to destroy the gambling equipment and kicked hard. The wailing sound filled the bar with a joyful atmosphere.

"Kelin came up to see you just now. It seems like something happened." In the noise, another bartender dressed in men's clothing avoided a flying wine glass and squatted behind the bar and stuck his head out. "I asked you to go down and see him as soon as you arrive." ”

"Huh? In such a hurry? Have you discovered any important clues?"

Officers Lynch and Natalie, who were about to go over and give him a kick, stopped and looked at each other in surprise. Feeling an inexplicable uneasiness in their hearts, the two of them stopped delaying, said hello to the hunters in the chaos, and hurried underground.

The stairs separated the noise outside far away, and the underground space was still so deep and quiet. However, the heavy door of the archives room was open at this time, revealing the bright space inside.

What's going on? Something really happened.

The two of them paused. Officer Natalie grabbed Lynch's wrist and pulled him behind her. Lynch also tightened his grip on his cane. The two of them approached the archives room quickly, one behind the other.

"Are you here? Come in, I'm in the office."

Klin's voice suddenly sounded. Although the two people on guard were startled, their hearts dropped.

A false alarm, scaring yourself.

Lynch smiled to himself and followed the police officer into Mr. Klin's office.

Mr. Klin was sitting behind the desk wrapped in a robe. His face was pale, mentally exhausted, and his voice was quite weak. He pushed the iron box in front of him and said, "I finally cracked it successfully. I need to take a good rest for a while. I'll give you the stuff. It’s all in there, see for yourselves.”

"Thank you so much."

Lynch and the police officer both breathed a little slower and carefully took the iron box. After struggling to find the clues, it was finally time to unveil the mystery, but the two of them felt like they were afraid to open the lid.

In the words of my hometown, I feel shy when I'm close to my hometown.

After looking at each other, Lin Qi gritted his teeth and suddenly opened the lid of the box.

The moment he saw what was inside the box, Lynch felt his blood vessels contract and the corners of his eyes twitch. There were no photos in the box, only a thick pile of paper dust.

Photo shaped paper ash.

The two of them looked up in shock and looked at Klin behind the desk. They saw him putting a revolver into his mouth with a tired look on his face and smiling at them.

Then the trigger was pulled.

boom.