2 Daffodil Street, in the living room that was dyed with the colors of dusk.
With his back facing the oriel window, Klein said to Frye and Leonard,
I saw a grayish-blue two-story house in my dream. All the windows on the first floor were tightly shut, and the curtains were drawn. The soil within a few meters of it was black and brown. There was not a single blade of grass or flower growing there. It also had a dilapidated and dark garden, just like the kind commonly seen in ghost stories. "
"The only thing that can identify its location is a river not far from it, a rather wide river."
This could be the Tussock River, or it could be the Khoy River. I can only rely on the method of investigation to find it. I hope I can make it in time.
The Tussock River was the largest river in the Kingdom of Rouen. It originated from the Miner Minsk Mountains in the northwest and flowed southeast, passing through Midseashire, Awwa, and other places. It passed through the capital, Baekeland, and entered the sea near Pritz Harbor.
It intersected with Tingen at the southwest corner of the West Borough and the dock area south of the South Borough. The Khoy River originated from Mount York in the north and flowed through the university district on the outskirts of the East Borough before flowing into the Tussock River.
These were the two main rivers around Tingen. The others could only be called small streams and did not have wide water surfaces.
After listening to Klein's explanation, the pale-skinned Frye nodded slightly, agreeing with Klein's opinion.
In the absence of other clues, investigation was the only effective method!
At this moment, Leonard said with a smile,
"Maybe we can narrow down the target's location."
"How do I shrink it?" Klein asked with a frown as he held the silver vine-patterned pocket watch.
Leonard chuckled.
"For this kind of criminal with a plan and purpose, the first target they choose will definitely be far away from the area where the altar is. This is because of the instinct to pursue safety."
"When there aren't many Dying Ones left in other areas, the difficulty of finding them increases. Only then will he consider the area nearby."
"Therefore, we should look through the information again and filter out the areas where the number of deaths was at a normal level at the beginning and has been increasing rapidly in the past few days."
Klein's eyes lit up.
"Excellent reasoning!"
At the same time, he lamented in his heart, "I really don't have the talent to be a detective!"
Frye nodded, picked up the documents on the coffee table, and started reading again.
A few minutes later, he said in a deep voice,
"There is indeed such an area, and there is only one."
"Which district?" Klein blurted out.
Frye passed the thick stack of documents to Leonard beside him and pursed his thin lips.
"Western District."
Is this the West District? Klein clenched his fists and immediately suggested,
"Then let's check the southwest corner of the Western District first. That area isn't that big!"
"I agree." Leonard waved the information in his hand and agreed very easily, as if he wasn't the one who suggested narrowing down the scope.
…
The light two-wheeled carriage slowly moved along the slightly muddy and dirty road. Not far away, there was a wide river dyed with the afterglow of the setting sun.
Klein and Frye looked out from the windows on both sides, inspecting the houses one after another. They focused on the grayish-blue color, which meant that the garden was in ruins. If they could see it, they would pay attention to whether all the curtains on the first floor were drawn.
Leonard sat leisurely in his original spot, leaning against the wall of the carriage as he hummed a local tune.
As the dark scenery flashed by, Klein suddenly caught sight of a grayish-blue two-story building from the corner of his eye.
In front of the building, there was a garden that gave off a gloomy and dilapidated feeling.
"Found it!" Klein said with a suppressed voice.
Before he could finish his sentence, Frye and Leonard squeezed over at the same time and looked into the distance. They were so fast that there was no gap between them.
As the carriage approached the building, the scene of the first floor with the dark curtains drawn appeared before the eyes of the three Nighthawks.
There was no need for divination to confirm it. Klein was certain that this was the building he saw in his dream. This was where the evil altar was!
Be it him, Leonard or Frye, none of them stopped the carriage immediately. They allowed the carriage driver to continue moving forward. They passed by the target and left the target as if they were just passing by.
When they could no longer see the building, Leonard shouted for the carriage driver to stop.
"Klein, take this carriage back to Zouteland Street. Take Captain's place to help." Leonard snapped his fingers and said to his teammate with a smile.
Does he think that I'm a rookie and shouldn't be involved in such a dangerous matter? This guy isn't bad … Klein was taken aback for a moment before he understood what Leonard meant.
Frye nodded in agreement.
"You've just started fighting, and you're in a supporting profession."
"I know. Besides, a person who can cause so many deaths to hold a ritual is definitely not easy to deal with. Only Captain can make things less scary …" Klein took a deep breath and agreed rationally.
Then, he looked at Leonard, then at Frye, and squeezed out a smile.
He forced a smile and said, "Be careful."
"Don't worry, I treasure my life. Before Captain arrives, we will only monitor and not approach." Leonard chuckled.
Frye didn't say a word. He only lifted his suitcase.
Klein was silent for a few seconds before he took out a copper penny.
"I'll do a divination for you."
He silently said, "Things will end well here." As his eyes darkened, he flicked the coin up.
Clang!
The coin flipped up and rolled down, landing firmly on Klein's palm.
Klein opened his eyes and saw that it was the King's portrait facing up. He immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
"This is just a vague symbol. There are other interpretations. The most important thing is always to be careful and prudent," he said to Frye and Leonard in the manner of a Seer.
Leonard had already turned around. When he heard that, he waved his hand as he jumped out of the carriage.
"You're as naggy as my eighty-year-old grandmother …"
Frye nodded solemnly as he carried his suitcase down.
As he watched his two teammates head towards the target building, Klein touched the revolver in his holster and said to the carriage driver, "Zouteland Street."
The carriage driver, who was hired on time, had no objections.
The coachman, who was hired on time, had no objections. He let the horses move again.
…
36 Zouteland Street.
When Klein entered the Blackthorn Security Company, Roshan, Mrs. Orianna, and the rest had already knocked off. The place was abnormally quiet and dark.
Dunn, who was wearing a black trench coat, sat on the sofa in the reception area. He didn't light up the gas lamp, as though he had blended into the dark area.
"Found a clue?" he asked in a deep voice, giving Klein, who was looking for the Captain, a fright.
Klein quickly turned around and looked into Dunn's gray eyes.
"Yes, we …"
He quickly recounted Leonard's "bold guess," his own divination confirmation, and the on-site investigation that followed.
As for Leonard's confidence and the uniqueness he described, they were naturally unimportant.
Dunn would interrupt from time to time. When he was done, he stood up abruptly and walked towards the door.
"I almost forgot. Stay here to prevent any accidents," he exhorted as he was about to go downstairs.
"Alright." Klein nodded solemnly.
At that moment, other than Kenley, who was on duty at Chanis Gate, the other Nighthawks were busy outside.
Dunn Smith walked down a few flights of stairs and suddenly stopped. As he put on his hat, he said to Klein, "Lock the door and follow me over.
Heh, I'm not asking you to participate in the battle. Firstly, it's to get a feel of the atmosphere. Secondly, we might need the help of ritualistic magic during the final search and inspection. Remember, before everything is over, you have to stay at least fifty meters away from us, and you must not approach that building! "
Klein was taken aback for a moment before he nodded vigorously.
"Alright!"
…
The Sun had completely sunk below the horizon, and the surging Tussock River was deep and dark.
Dark clouds covered the crimson moon, making the two-story grayish-blue building look like a monster hiding in the shadows.
The garden in front of the building was extremely quiet. There wasn't a single sound, as though there were no insects or life.
Klein looked at the scene from afar, his palms sweating and his body trembling.
He felt that there were countless terrifying things hiding there, waiting, waiting for a bloody feast.
Under his gaze, Dunn, Leonard, and Frye, who had almost melted into the darkness, carefully approached the target building.
…
In an unlit bedroom on the second floor of the grayish-blue building.
A gentle and sweet young lady with a round face was sitting in front of a dressing table. Under the dim starlight, she was studying "complicated" skin care.
Beside her right hand was a silver mirror. Its surface was so rough that it couldn't reflect a person's figure.
Suddenly, a bloody mark appeared on the surface of the silver mirror.
The gentle and sweet Trissy's expression immediately sank. She stood up, walked to the window, and looked outside in silence.
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