Lord of the Mysteries

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Eastern District, a corner.

The drunken Jean faces the wall, plucks his pants, and nourishes the moss comfortably.

When he solved the problem, his shoulder was suddenly shot.

Jean couldn't help but hit a few squats, busy carrying his pants, looking around half-turned, and saw a short boy wearing a canvas coat and a cap.

The "boy" raised his head, but revealed a dirty but delicate face.

"Hugh? How did you dress like this?" Jean snorted.

Hugh erected the index finger and reached the front of his lips, indicating that the other party was banned.

Then she pressed the scorpion:

"I asked you to answer, whisper."

By the majesty, Jean had only the idea of ​​nodding.

"Who are the guys that Williams knows, who died in the last two days?" Hugh asked.

Jean remembered a bit of the brain with a paralyzed brain:

"Gaiwen! Gavin was found drowned in the Tassok River this morning!"

"He should have fallen last night. The poor guy doesn't know how to swim at all. He also likes to go to the river to blow up after getting drunk."

Hugh’s gaze became sharp and he asked if he thought:

“Does Gavin accept the commission of Williams and look for the commission of the wanted criminal?”

"Of course, we all got this commission from Williams. Anyway, it is not a troublesome thing anyway. Just look at the portraits to all the people you know, and let them pay attention to whether there are similar guys. Just fine, hey, Williams, he said, also said, if there are clues, please drink three days of wine, eat three days of meat! This poor guy, actually died in the gas explosion, so, so I am determined not to let the landlord install the gas pipeline! Oh... this is a matter of months ago, I can only afford a cheap hotel.” Jean said slyly.

"What area is Gavin responsible for? Does he have anything to mention with you?" Hugh looked at his side and licked his lips, and immediately stared at Jean's face.

"He, he usually went to the vicinity of the East Byron Dock in the Docklands. He also met with me on the evening of the evening. He said that the Workers' Union pub there went to spread the news of finding Llanus and gave it to the people present. I saw the portrait of Llanus.” Jean called a wine cellar.

There are many piers in Beckland, most of which are classified in the quayside and are named as various "docks".

"After?? Gavin has said what he will do afterwards?" Hugh doubts frown, ask again.

"Of course, of course, drinking! He plans to have a good meal, and then find a place to sleep! Hey, this poor guy must have been very hot, want to go to the river for a bath, and forgot that he can't swim, and It’s almost winter!” Jean once again sighed with regret.

This... Gavin didn’t find anything. It’s the “Flyer” that went to the East Union’s Dockyard’s Workers’ Union pub to find Lalhous. The result was killed and implicated in Williams... the murderer’s reaction I can't use it to describe it, it's just a madman...

In exchange for me, Lalhous, the best and simplest option is to change places and avoid search, unless, unless he is caught in something, he can’t leave for a long time...but he’s not looking for him. It’s just me, there are a lot of bounty hunters. Did he kill Williams and kill so many people? He has the ability to kill the West Vilas field that issued the wanted order!

Hugh felt that she could not understand this thing at all, just as she could hardly accept the death of Williams.

In the end, she decided to report the problems encountered to Miss Audrey first, then disguised herself to the Workers Union Tavern in East Byron Dock, not asking, only observing and seeing suspicious people.

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

Jowood District, Les Police Station.

Klein once again huddled with a thief drunk on a bench with a backrest.

It’s unfortunate... I’ve encountered a police check-up, I haven’t been able to change the route in time, and I’m blaming the **** serial killer! Klein cursed a guy while thinking about how to hide his spells and unexplained herbal powders and escape the next search.

He tried to put these things in black gloves, and then found a chance to plug into the hidden place of the police station, and then retrieved when he left.

At this moment, his eyes lit up, he saw his hair tidy and combed, and the young lawyer who appeared to go to the banquet, Jurgen Cooper, came with a police officer.

"You can go and sign a word." Jurgen said with a serious and serious expression.

"So that's it?" Klein wondered.

Jürgen nodded slightly:

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

What is the reason? Klein did not dare to ask, immediately got up, followed by Jurgen wearing a black long dress, not signing out quickly.

The weather was different from the time when he was taken out of the police station by the other party. There was no rain and rain, and only a thick cloud covered the red moon and the stars. The streets were illuminated by gas lamps on both sides.

"Thank you so much! I am bothering you again!" Klein took two steps and came to Jurgen.

Jurgen looked at him with a smile and looked at him:

"No thanks, this is my profession."

"2 pounds."

"..." Klein looked at the other side seriously and smiled. "Okay."

His recent wallet was very drum, and he immediately took out two 1 pound denomination notes.

Jurgen was not polite and took the reward:

"If you are willing to establish a formal partnership, then every time I come to the police station, I only charge 1 pound. Of course, this does not include the serious case. You must understand that the fees I charge must be paid a large part. Office."

I said that I will often be invited to the police station to drink tea in the future... Hey, they don’t give tea at all, not even a cup of water! Klein had not had time to answer, and he heard that Dr. Jurgen added:

"For a private detective, entering and leaving the police station is something that will happen every other time, which is a professional feature."

"Well, I know very well that every private detective has problems with illegal guns and illegal intrusion into other people's homes."

"You have responded very well this time. The police can't find enough evidence to prove that you are illegally holding a gun. The explanation for the gunpowder reaction on your body is quite sufficient. The name of the Craig Club is enough to win them, otherwise you may get a chance. Security court."

"So, you are not a suspect, but a good citizen. A good citizen who has taken the initiative after handing over a gun will not need to be searched."

Ok... but I lost a revolver and the corresponding bullets, a few pounds, and a lawyer's fee... Klein squeezed a smile:

"I understand, lawyer Jurgen, we establish a formal partnership."

Jurgen twitched his mouth and reached out with a very professional smile:

“Happy cooperation.”

"I sincerely hope that I will rarely see you at the police station."

This is not what I can decide... Klein laughed at himself.

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

Back at No. 15 Minsk Street, Klein eased himself by taking a hot bath.

But at this moment, he once again heard the pray of the Unreal cascading, faintly from women.

Miss "Justice"? Is there a clue to this thing about Llanus? Klein suddenly bounced from the bathtub, quickly dried his body and put on his clothes, and it entered the fog.

Looking at the deep red star that is constantly expanding and contracting, he spreads spirituality and chooses to listen:

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

"Mr. Dear Mr. Fool, the investigation of Laurus has a problem..."

I don't know why the "justice" wearing a white coat has already caused the explosion accident in Dalawei Street in the Eastern District and the death of Gavin.

As a "reader" who has already started, she did not add her own guess, so as not to affect the judgment of Mr. Fool.

After listening to it, Klein frowned, feeling the murderer's reaction was too unimaginable.

This is different from the "Hurricane Lieutenant" Qi Linguesi, who, as a fraudster, found that the wind and the grass are moving, and immediately transferring the place is a professional instinct. He has no reason to reversely pursue and kill the person who is looking for him.

According to this standard, the Eastern District's bounty hunter will die 80%, which will cause a sensation, let the case be taken over by the night, the punitive or the mechanical heart squad!

Um... The benefits that Lalhous gained in the ritual of praying for the "real creator" to drop the son, let him go crazy? This is in line with the "real creator" style... The problem is that it is difficult for a madman to hide himself, except for the potential... Klein is thinking, not eager to respond to Miss Justice.

He read the newspaper and knew the explosion, so he recalled the specific content in the way of dream divination.

Then he wrote a new divination statement:

"The clue of the Dalavi Street bombing."

In the meditation, he leaned back in the chair and entered the dream and saw a three-story gray-blue apartment.

On the third floor of the apartment, there was a room that lost the window and smashed half of the wall, covered with blasts.

The picture quickly shattered, and Klein woke up, tapping the edge of the long table with his fingers, silently saying:

"The clue is on the scene of the crime?"

"...this revelation may also mean that the murderer is still staring at the crime scene and wants to solve the person who is going to investigate this matter."

"Well...so he has a chance to find someone who has recently issued a reward for Lanerus."

"I disguised myself and turned around in a circle. I didn't go into the crime scene. I just turned around and saw if I could find the murderer. If he wasn't Lalhus, there must be a certain connection. You can find Langau. Sri Lanka."

"But he must have hidden it. How can I find him without causing him to pay attention?"

With a flash of thought, Klein's gaze looked at the black eye on the bronze long table. This is the extraordinary character left by the "Master of Secrets" Rosago.

In the real world, I can't use this item to manipulate those strange threads, because there is spiritual pollution left by the real creator. More than a certain amount of contact will bring irreversible damage, but if it is only used for a short time, find the hidden through the thread. The person, I can still bear, just like the previous one used to confirm that the bodyguard did not go... Klein blinked and took off the spirit, making a dangerous divination.

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

"Acceptable..." Klein returned to the real world for a few seconds.

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

Klein, who changed his clothes, put on his beard, and prepared himself, came to the front of the mirror and examined himself.

The faint scroll of the book has been completely covered by the beard of the face, and the brown eyes are like the ancient pool of water, which seems to be deep and sealed.

Compared with the meeting in Tingen, Klein could not recognize himself.

Stretching his fingers one by one and clenching his fists tightly, he said to the mirror, low and hoarse:

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

When the voice did not fall, he saw himself in the mirror opening his mouth and revealing a bright smile.