The Evil God of Hogwarts

The first place Lanny went was Frank's office, where he stayed for more than half an hour. Then we went to the Titanic Hotel. At the hotel, he got no useful information.

Before lunch, he went to the scene where the body was found. Then we stayed in an inconspicuous bar until the afternoon.

The information blockade of the police station played a certain role. It is indeed impossible for these new investigators to find useful information in one day.

In the afternoon, Lanny visited some witnesses near the dock, probably trying his luck, but judging from the solemn expression on his face, the result was not good.

These investigators are not like the police, who cannot question witnesses at will unless they can do something good. Lanny's investigation is in trouble. After losing his police friend, many clues cannot be easily obtained.

On the other hand, Kent used his identity to go to an outdoor adventure club in Liverpool. Since he did not have a membership status and did not want to alert the snake, Ribbon chose to stay outside.

This adventure club is called Hunting Earls and focuses on hunting. Kent is not that well-known here. His home stadium is the Cook Club in London, so he doesn't have many connections here.

Generally speaking, if you want to find out the news about a place, ordinary people will read newspapers, and knowledgeable people will go to police stations and newspaper offices, while police and reporters have their own sources of information.

Informants, intelligence dealers, various organizations, etc. can provide necessary information to a certain extent. These bits and pieces of information slowly gather together and may eventually become key clues.

Kent's purpose of coming here is very clear. Gaspar, the founder of the Hunting Earls Club, has many contacts in Liverpool and has contacts with various forces. He can also be regarded as a local snake here.

In an era when the Internet, computers, mobile phones and other objects were not yet popular, information was still in a closed state. However, some people with foresight had already realized the importance of information early, and Gaspar was one of them.

The members of the club are a mixed bag. These people come from all walks of life and can bring a lot of useful information. Gaspar then organizes and summarizes this information and "sends" it to those in need.

It was not easy to meet the founder of the club. Kent almost used all means to meet him.

They met in a separate guest room of the club. Gaspar was an old man in his sixties. He had gray hair but was full of energy, but judging from his appearance, he could not tell that he was that age at all.

"Mr. Kent, I have long admired your name."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Gaspar."

A waiter pulled out a chair for Kent.

Gaspar had a smile on his face, "I didn't expect you to come to this small club like mine."

"You are serious, dear sir. I came here to inquire about something."

The waiter opened a box of cigars and handed it to Kent. The explorer wisely took one, put it under his nose, smelled it and praised: "Oliva's Double Bull? Well, it's really mellow."

"Yes, V series, I like its leather smell."

After the guest tasted the cigar, Gaspar got to the point and asked, "So, what do you want to know about?"

"Before that, I have to ask about the market conditions. How do you charge?"

Feather-like smoke floated in the room, and Gaspar's voice came through the fog, "Either information exchange, or give me enough money."

"It's probably the latter. I haven't been back to England for a long time. I don't have much information to give you."

"Then let's follow tradition."

"There was a case in Liverpool recently, have you heard about it?"

"To be clear, Mr. Kent, it seems to me that there are crimes happening in Liverpool every day."

"Four bodies were found at the packing dock."

"Ah, I understand." The smoke gradually dissipated, and Gaspar stirred the tea in the white porcelain cup with a spoon. "This is expensive, sir, so you have to be prepared."

Kent took out a wad of cash from his arms. Money was not a problem for him. The game points obtained by completing the game could be exchanged for a lot of money. What's more, he also has his own industry in this world. As long as the information is useful, he can afford it no matter how much money he has.

"If that's not enough." He took out his checkbook and put it on the table, "I have this one more."

"Very well, sir. I like to deal with cheerful people. Since you are so generous, I also need to show something. Tell me specifically, what do you want?"

"Those four corpses are all Frank's men. I want to know what happened to them?"

Gaspar waved to the waiter on the side, who quickly brought a thick red book. After searching in the book, the club owner replied: "An American."

"What?"

"They were seen with an American on July 25th. Later, the American left on July 26th."

"American? What does it look like?"

"He looks like a typical American nouveau riche. He is young, in his thirties, has a casual manner, and has little education. In addition, he went to a law firm on July 25th, the one on George Avenue. You should be able to find it.”

Kent knew that even if he continued to ask, Gaspar would not be able to give out more information. In other words, he did not know what happened to Frank and his party.

He handed the wad of money to the waiter and asked a different question: "So, do you know where they last went?"

"I'm afraid, I can't answer your question. You know, Frank, that arrogant detective, he always keeps his whereabouts secret. But I can give you a piece of advice, free of charge."

"Please tell me." Kent blew out the smoke from his mouth.

"Liverpool has as many underground waterways as London. During the slave trade, many slave traders built many smuggling passages underground, and these passages were connected to the waterways. It can be said that the entire underground of Liverpool is another kingdom. .

"But recently, no, it shouldn't be recently. The underground kingdom has not been very peaceful in the past ten years. You have to be careful, Mr. Kent. There are crocodiles in the sewers and it is not an urban legend."

Kent fell into deep thought. He carefully savored the other party's words. After a while, he nodded and said: "Thank you for the reminder, sir. But as you can see, I am an explorer and an excellent hunter." "It is natural for hunters to kill animals."

"Then God bless you, Mr. Hunter."

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