Lord of the Mysteries

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Klein didn't touch Zerrell's body, so he stepped back that way.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a sudden sound coming from the distance, and it continued to echo in the empty and clear sewer.

Klein listened for a few seconds and decisively withdrew to the exit along the dirty cement road on either side of the sewage river.

For him, there is absolutely no need to take risks without involving himself.

After climbing off the sewer, Klein re-closed the iron cover and treated it nearby, returning to the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East, changing his clothes and removing the camouflage.

Then, he put on the gold-rimmed glasses, walked to another street, took the rental carriage, and returned to the Jowood area in the quiet and cold at three in the morning, but not Minsk Street.

After that, Klein circled a big circle and confirmed that no one had followed it before he entered his home. He slept until the sky was bright, and the doorbell swayed.

He jerked over and sat up, put on his shirt, buckled his vest, and quickly stepped down to the first floor and opened the door.

Prior to this, the premonition ability of the "Clown" sequence has made him naturally outline the visitor's image in his mind:

The old coat that doesn't fit well, the brown hat of the dome, the tattered bag, the bright red eyes, the delicate face, the quiet temperament, is the big boy Ian who commissioned the task yesterday.

"Good morning, detective Moriarty." Ian greeted, and looked around. "Is there something to gain? Well... I just passed by and asked."

Kline Zheng focused on the following:

"Have."

"..." Ian seemed to be shocked, and couldn't speak for a long time.

After a while, he licked his lips and asked:

"Are you confirming Mr. Zerrell's situation?"

"Yes." Kleinton paused, and he said, "I found Zerel's body."

"The body..." Ian twitched and whispered.

He was not too surprised to see that it was expected that this worst result might occur.

Klein looked quietly and never interrupted.

"Call..." Ian sighed and looked around with a vigilance. "Your efficiency is amazing. Can you take me to see Mr. Zerrell's body?"

"No problem, in fact, I am planning to do this." Klein thought, "I hope you don't mention me when you call the police, just say that you found out, I think you know how to weave the reason."

Ian is no stranger to this. He knows very well that not every detective likes to deal with the police. In fact, in addition to being famous, the big detectives who often provide advice and help to the police department, others are under police. Discrimination, they are rejected, and even extortion.

This is the status quo of the Kingdom of Lun.

"Okay." Ian readily agreed.

Taking into account the need to enter the sewer, Klein replaced a set of ordinary labor class clothing, wearing a top hunting deer hat, took a Hummer lamp.

The two arrived in the Eastern District by public carriage, and in a pair of double or numb or malicious eyes, walked for half an hour to the remote sewer entrance.

"How did you find it?" Ian watched Klein move the lid and climb down. Half surprised and asked curiously.

Klein looked down and replied casually:

“Professional training, which includes many techniques for reasoning, investigation, tracking and cross-examination.”

Ian followed the entry into the sewer and nodded disgustingly:

"...you seem to have received very professional training."

Klein didn't have a positive answer, taking advantage of the already lit lantern, and Ian turned into the winding road to the gloomy corner.

Just close, his eyes glimpsed, because Zerrell's body was much more than last night, with one arm and half rib missing.

This is not what the mouse can do... Klein secretly swears, not reminding Ian.

With the light of the lantern, Ian saw the look of the body.

He slammed down, vomited, and gradually vomited the yellow-green bile. Klein took out the prepared "Crag oil", unscrewed the cork, and bent over to get the port in front of Ian's nose.

Ian Horan took a clever and eased it.

After a dozen seconds, he whispered weakly:

"Thank you……"

He slowly stood up and scrutinized the incomplete corpse several times:

"I can confirm that he is the detective of Zerrell."

“Unfortunately,” Klein responded politely. “I suggest you call the police.”

"Yeah." Ian nodded invisibly and followed the other side back to the ground.

At this time, Klein took a shot:

"My task ends here, what to do afterwards, it is up to you."

Ian was silent for a few seconds:

"I still owe you three things, you can tell me now."

"In fact, I only thought about one for the time being." Kline replied calmly. "I want to know where guns and bullets can be found, and I don't need a full-use weapon."

Ian said almost without thinking:

“The Beckland Bridge area, Tiemen Street, ‘Brave Bar,’, looking for Casper Kanlin, is said to be the 'old man’.”

"Okay, the remaining two things will be said later, I have a hunch, we will meet again." Klein pretended to nod.

Ian glanced at him and kept silent, saying nothing.

The two separated and went to different streets in the Eastern District, and the remote places restored their silence again.

After a while, Klein suddenly turned and returned, then hid in the hidden corner and peered at the entrance to the sewer.

Waiting for two or three minutes, he saw Ian returning quietly and looking around with vigilance.

Klein took back his sight in time, leaning against the wall and listening to the start.

He heard the friction of the iron cover being removed and heard someone climbing down.

Carefully exploring his head, Klein found that Ian had re-entered the sewer.

Is there a clue or an item on the body of Zerel? The fruit of this matter is very deep... he beheaded thoughtfully.

Klein, who had met the curiosity, stopped staying, really left, and planned to go to Casper Kanlining in two days.

............

In the afternoon tea, Viscount Glylint is located in the home of Queens.

The door of the study was closed, and the four people inside were completely separated from the guests who participated in the salon.

"Hugh, Fols, this is what you deserve." Audrey wore a long yellow dress with lace trim, pushing an inflated envelope to the two ladies across the desk.

Hugh wanted to be polite, but her hand grabbed the envelope one step faster and felt the weight of the money.

She had to say sincerely:

"Miss Audrey, thank you for your generosity, your integrity makes you more beautiful."

During the conversation, she had untied the thin lines around the envelope and saw the banknotes inside.

It is a gray-colored banknote with a neat and uniform color. It is thick and exudes a special ink scent, which makes people feel refreshed and scented.

"10 pounds..." Hugh took out a piece and confirmed the denomination. Fols, who seemed to be lazy and careless about money, didn't know when it was coming over.

This, at least... take a look at the thickness and figure out how many sheets there are.

She couldn't help but look at Fols and saw the strangeness in each other's eyes:

This is obviously more than the reward they imagined!

Audrey smiled:

"A total of 800 pounds, you decide how to distribute it yourself."

"That thing has caused you to be in danger. I am sorry about this."

800 pounds... No, no need to apologize... Once again, even if I know the possible consequences, I will accept the commission... Even if it is just a split, plus my savings, it is enough to buy the formula of the "Sheriff" potion. It’s... I’m looking at the banknotes in the envelope in the early hours of the first meter, and I’m sorry to take them all out and count them.

She believes that the generous and generous beauty of Miss Audrey is definitely not a shortfall, but what if the other party is wrong?

Everyone has a mistake! Hugh raised his right hand, paused for a few seconds, and silently let go.

Folth’s mouth couldn’t stop rising, feeling:

"This is more than the total amount I have received so far in the book "Storm Mountain Villa"..."

Should I praise Miss Audrey, or is it the self-deprecating writer's poverty? She added a word silently.

The Viscount of Greenlint sitting on the sofa is also a bit envious, but not Yan Yanxiu and Fols. As a viscount with good financial status, 800 pounds is not a large number.

What he admire is that Audrey is very cool and has no burden at all.

“Cough...” Viscount Glylint cleared his throat. “If you can get the recipe of ‘pharmacist,’ I will give you a lot of money.”

"We tried our best!" Hugh answered without hesitation. Then she looked to Audrey. "We have recently been exposed to people who are suspected of psychological alchemy. The "spectator" potion you want will soon have clues. ”

Hugh, I have already sequenced 8 and are better than you... Audrey laughed and said:

"I am looking forward."

After finishing the business, the four people chatted about the rumors of the extraordinary circle, and under the demonstration role of Audrey, they each looked for the books they wanted to read.

Suddenly, I closed my eyes and saw two hard-skinned books:

"The History of the Aristocrats of the Kingdom of Lun" and "The Heraldry".

At the same time, Fols also found books of his own interest:

"Fossack Empire Geography" and "Traveling the North Continent".

"Respected Viscount Glylint, can I borrow these two books? I will return them soon." Hsu pleaded to the master of the study.

Glylint didn't care too much about it:

"no problem."

Hearing his answer, Folth quickly made a request and was also allowed.

I saw all of Audrey's mouth and micro-hooks, and looked at the side with a slap in the face, looking for a book.

As a qualified and promoted "audience", after many contacts, she has accurately grasped the preferences of Hugh and Fols in some aspects, thereby pre-arranged and unnoticed arrangements.

Let the people who are guided think that it is their own will, which is the embodiment of the audience's ability.

............

In the evening, on the sofa, facing the fireplace, with gas lamps, looking at the history of the aristocrats of the Kingdom of Lun, Fols attended the gathering of writers.

After watching it for a while, Hugh suddenly felt that the hard paper cover was a bit strange, so I carefully checked it again, found the mezzanine, and found an old piece of paper.

The front of the paper is covered with the special symbols created by Russell the Great, and the back is written with a piece of ancient Hermes.

"The ancestors of Viscount Glylint have deciphered some of the special symbols of Russell the Great?"

She struggled to identify the ancient Hermes, silently:

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

"The mysterious ruler above the fog;"

"The king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck."