Mystery: The arrival of the new Black Emperor

After getting up, Hobert first wrote a letter to the masked man Byron. According to the previous agreement, the content of this letter only contained the phrase "The goods have arrived."

After affixing the stamps and sealing with wax, Hobert went downstairs with the letter.

After Forsi stopped working as an apprentice, he didn't get up early either. He was obviously planning to sleep in.

Hobert didn't bother them. He toasted two pieces of bread for himself, spread some jam on them and ate breakfast alone.

After breakfast, he began to prepare for this morning's mission. He first broke off another "Wood of Order" from the "Land of Disorder", made it very small, and put it in his pocket for later use.

Then Hobert took the pipe he picked up from Heyman's hiding place, put on his windbreaker, picked up his cane and the wooden box containing the "Hurricane Ax", took a taxi to send the letter first, and then came to Luo as agreed. Outside the exhibition hall of the Serge Memorial Exhibition.

Mr. Ke had just arrived, and Hobert asked him to get in the car and asked the driver to wait on the street.

The taxi was charged by the hour, and the coachman wished they could chat in the carriage for a while longer.

Hobert handed the wooden box to Klein: "'Hurricane Axe', the seller originally asked for 580 pounds, but I counter-offered to 510 pounds.

"You can pay me in cash now, or wait until the mission is over and deduct it from your income."

Hobert did not ask for an arbitrary price. This "Hurricane Ax" was indeed worth 580 pounds, but he only gave Hobert a considerable discount.

"I'll give you cash now." Klein said. For him, this transaction was also a good deal. It was equivalent to buying a Sequence 7 master material for 510 pounds.

One of the two people counted the cash, the other checked the "Hurricane Ax", and the transaction was quickly completed.

Of course, it was inconvenient to find someone with the "Hurricane Ax", so Klein temporarily stored the "Hurricane Ax" in the Cragg Club.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning when the two people officially started looking for Hyman.

Hobert took out the pipe and briefly told the origin of the pipe. Finally, he asked: "Before looking for someone, you can do some divination to see if the owner of the pipe is still in Backlund?"

If not, this task would be troublesome.

Klein nodded, closed his eyes and began to divine. After more than ten seconds, he opened his eyes and looked at the crystal pendant hanging on his wrist.

The pendant was spinning clockwise. "The owner of the pipe is still in Backlund." Klein said, and then he began to use his divination staff to divination and give directions to the coachman.

Hobert couldn't help but sigh in his heart, how convenient it is for fortune tellers to find people!

It would be too troublesome if he was asked to do this commission himself!

The carriage traveled through most of Backlund and arrived at the factory area.

The coachman was the happiest. Unexpectedly, he took on a big job at noon and spent the whole morning in billing.

Towards noon, the carriage circled an enamel factory, indicating that Heyman was in this enamel factory.

Hobert got out of the car and paid the fare. After the carriage left, he said with a smile: "The fare is our common cost. When the task is completed, half of the fare will be deducted from your income."

Klein was obviously taken aback: "You, didn't I hear that lawyers, especially well-known lawyers, earn quite a lot of money?"

"The news you heard is correct, but I don't know why. After I saw you, I always wanted to settle these little accounts."

Klein muttered: "I'm not the 'God of Accounting,' so why do I calculate so clearly?"

But he ultimately refused to pay the other half of the fare.

The two of them first found a coffee shop for a simple meal, and then Hobert used the ID issued to him by the police to ask the local police station and the industrial and commercial department to check the details of the enamel factory.

But Hobert was still a little worried, so he went to a bar near the enamel factory to ask for information.

Based on the information from all parties, Hobert and Klein believed that this should be an ordinary factory. Heyman might be hiding among the workers, or there might be a secret room in the factory.

After all, the factory is so big that it would be hard to notice that there is an extra room.

It wasn't until after dark that the two men who had been investigating all afternoon came to the entrance of the enamel factory.

Hobert took out two masks made of "order crystals" and gave one to Klein: "It has the effect of anti-divination."

Klein glanced at the mask and asked, "How to get in?"

There are so many workers in the factory, so we can't break in, right? Besides, when they wear masks, they are more likely to attract attention.

"Just go in." Hobert put on the mask and walked in front.

Klein was stunned for a moment before he realized that Hobert was a non-staff member of the "Nighthawk Squad" and had relevant documents from the police department.

It's great to have an official status, Klein couldn't help but sigh, while recalling the time when he also had an official status.

But what he didn't expect was that Hobert didn't show his ID and just went in like that.

Several doormen seemed to know Hobert very well. They greeted him with a smile and even handed Hobert cigarettes.

Klein didn't believe anything that Hobert knew about them, but he suddenly thought that the information he had seen before said that "lawyers" were good at twisting their minds, but he didn't expect that they could be used in this way.

In fact, Hobert uses the power of the "Psychic Spoon" to hypnotize everyone he meets: I am the manager of this factory.

Regardless of whether they knew him or not, everyone had to be polite when they saw him, and they completely ignored the black mask on Hobert's face.

Klein continued to use the divination staff to divination to find people, and Hobert followed behind and took a look at the workshop illuminated by gas lights.

Although it is still the age of steam, some processes in the workshop have been mechanized.

For example, in the plastic step, the worker took a piece of Hobert's metal and placed it on a grinding groove.

The sound of "chichi" coming from the steam was endless, and the huge machine pressed down, and a basin was formed.

Of course, the edges of the basin still need to be repaired manually.

The next step is to apply the enamel. The worker holds the repaired metal basin with tools and rolls it in a pool filled with enamel, and a Tibetan porcelain basin is formed.

One corner of the large workshop is already filled with enamel basins to dry, while in another workshop, workers are grinding the dried enamel basins with a grinder.

The dust in the grinding workshop was flying like a layer of white mist. Hobert felt some respiratory discomfort even when he was so far away. The workers were walking and working in the dust without any protective gear.

Dangdangdang~

Suddenly a dull bell rang in the factory, signaling the end of get off work, and workers poured out of the workshop like a tide.

Holbert and Klein hid aside, paying close attention to the crowd to prevent Heyman from slipping away.

Ten minutes later, all the workers were gone, and the machine was deflating with a hissing sound.

The surrounding factories were about to get off work at about the same time, and the noisy production sounds soon disappeared.

Klein continued to divine while Heyman was still in the factory.

He led the way, turned a corner, and came to the side of the workshop. His cane stood motionless on the flat ground.

Hobert and Klein were both stunned, and then they both looked at the ground.

"Manager, what are you doing here?" a voice asked.

Looking towards the direction of the sound, in a corner of the factory, under a not-so-bright gas lamp, there was a large piece of scrapped equipment. There were two people dressed as workers standing guard next to the equipment with their arms folded.

Hobert saw them just now, so he continued to use the "psychological spoon" to hypnotize them and make them think that he was their manager.

Hobert smiled: "I heard that the grass at the base of the wall here needs to be pulled out. I'll come over and take a look."

"Don't worry about it, just go back!" said one of the workers dressed as a human being.

"Okay, okay." Hobert said with a smile.

There is definitely something wrong with those two workers! How dare you be so rude to the manager!

Heyman is probably hiding underground, and the entrance should be around the abandoned equipment.

Hobert continued to use the "psychological spoon" to hypnotize the two workers over there, but the content of the hypnosis changed: ignore the abnormalities in front of him.

After the two people put on their masks, Hobert slowly pulled out the knife and inserted the scabbard directly above Heyman's head: "Order!"

Klein was slightly startled when he saw the Tang Dao in Hobert's hand. He always thought it looked familiar, but he didn't have much research on cold weapons and didn't know much about Tang Dao.