The cement road was dirty due to the long period of rain, and the gas lamps on both sides, which were as tall as adult men, emitted a bright but misty glow due to the dampness of the glass covers.
A rental carriage drove through the night, and the pedestrians around it were either wearing hats or holding umbrellas.
Klein leaned against the side of the carriage, leisurely admiring the Baekeland streets at night.
At that moment, he suddenly felt the temperature inside the carriage drop significantly, and a cold wind swirled around.
Klein suddenly turned his head and saw Miss Bodyguard, who was dressed in a black Gothic regal dress, sitting opposite him at some point in time.
Her voice was illusory and ethereal.
"That Eye of Wisdom has sensed my presence."
As expected … Klein nodded, unsurprised. "He has several mystical items. Perhaps he relied on them to detect me. I even suspect that there's an organization behind him."
Otherwise, with the power of Eye of Wisdom alone, it was unlikely that he would be able to collect several relatively powerful mystical items even after spending more than thirty years. Previously, Rear Admiral Hurricane Zillinges, as one of the Seven Pirate Admirals, only had one Creeping Hunger. Of course, it was more likely that the latter had high standards and didn't think highly of ordinary mystical items. After all, Creeping Hunger could be all-rounded without any weaknesses.
Yes, it's also a reasonable explanation that Eye of Wisdom is very rich. He organizes so many gatherings, and whenever he finds a suitable mystical item, he buys it at all costs. After more than thirty years, it's not too unbelievable for him to have several collectibles … Sigh, it's as if he has a mine at home or runs a bank … Klein lampooned inwardly.
He didn't specifically mention that he had guessed that Eye of Wisdom was from the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, or the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. He was afraid of exposing the fact that he hadn't just become a Beyonder in front of Miss Bodyguard.
The pale-blonde Miss Bodyguard nodded slightly, as if agreeing with Klein's suspicions.
Suddenly, she frowned and looked out the window opposite her.
"There's a strong smell of blood."
A strong smell of blood … Klein turned his head in puzzlement and looked out the window.
In the thin drizzle, there was a secluded alley.
Near the entrance of the alley, there was a woman in a gorgeous dress.
At this time, a passer-by took a closer look and suddenly let out a scream.
Amidst the screams, the horses were slightly frightened. The coachman quickly tightened the reins, and the carriage slowed down.
With the light from the street lamp, Klein saw that the woman lying on the ground at the entrance of the alley was pale. There was a deep wound on her abdomen, and her internal organs seemed to have been dug out.
The blood on the ground around her was flowing slowly, crimson and thick.
This … As a qualified former Nighthawk, he quickly thought of many cases with similar modus operandi.
These cases were often related to demon worship!
When it came to demon worship, it was difficult to bypass an ancient organization, the Blood Sanctify Cult, which first appeared in the Fourth Epoch!
According to the records, this was a loose alliance formed by worshiping demons. There were several so-called demon families within it, such as the Nois, Andrelade, and Beria families. They did not belong to each other.
They persistently spread the belief in the Devil, causing many murders. The accountant of the Tingen Nighthawks, Mrs. Orianna, was one of the victims, but she was lucky enough to be saved.
Of course, not all similar cases were committed by them. Many people found those things cool and began to imitate the crimes.
"It looks like the Blood Sanctify Cult," Miss Bodyguard whispered as her figure quickly turned transparent and disappeared. Miss Bodyguard whispered as her figure quickly turned transparent and disappeared. She didn't care if Klein understood or not.
At this moment, the carriage had already passed the crime scene. Klein also noticed that there were patrolling policemen rushing over. Hence, he resisted the thought of getting out of the carriage to observe and treated himself as an ordinary citizen passing by.
Hmm, Citizen Mr. Moriarty …
The Blood Sanctify Cult is in control of the Criminal pathway, also known as the Devil pathway. It is said that after Sequence 7, the corresponding Beyonders will gradually demonize, but it will only appear in specific situations …
Sequence 9, Criminal. Has a strong body, keen intuition, and all kinds of criminal abilities, but has not lost their conscience … Sequence 8, known in ancient times as Cold-blooded. Modern names are Broken-Winged Angels. It means that they have lost their conscience and become one with evil desires. Their bodies will become even more inhuman, and they will obtain some of the Devil's spell-like abilities … Sequence 7, Serial Killer. Grasps the knowledge and rituals of devil worship, and likes to use special serial murders to please the Devil …
I don't know what the Sequences after that are …
Knowledge regarding the Blood Sanctify Cult and the Devil pathway flashed through Klein's mind. The drizzle outside seemed to have gotten heavier, and the rain on the car window gathered and slid down. The entire World became quiet and unclear.
Why am I thinking so much? Such matters will definitely be taken over by a Beyonder team. Perhaps it's the Mandated Punishers, or perhaps it's the Nighthawks. There's no need for me to worry. Klein shook his head and laughed as he muttered to himself.
When he returned to 15 Minsk Street, he had already forgotten about the case. First, he went next door and knocked on the Sammers' door. He asked Mrs. Stelyn to tell Mary to come pick up the evidence tomorrow afternoon. Then, he washed up and read the newspapers to learn about the current situation and the various news in Baekeland.
The next day, which was Saturday morning, Klein leisurely had his breakfast and went out to pick up the freshly developed photos. He chose one that allowed him to clearly see Doragu Gale and Erica Taylor's faces, one that best reflected their fiery passion.
After putting the photograph away, he went to the Rice police station before Mrs. Mary came to the door, and successfully got the ten-pound bail money back.
During this process, he even saw the real Sergeant Faxine there, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
After withdrawing the remaining 500 pounds in cash from his account, Klein, who had been busy all morning, finally had nothing to do.
Before preparing lunch, he gave the remaining 600 pounds to Miss Bodyguard in one go, leaving him with a total of 146 pounds, 8 soli, and 5 pence. This was all the assets he had at his disposal.
Apart from Miss Justice, I don't have any debts … Klein relaxed as he fried a steak with a bone and poured some black pepper sauce over it.
Just as he was in a good mood as he savored the medium-well texture, the doorbell suddenly rang, and the tinkling reverberated.
"Mrs. Mary? Isn't it too early? "Klein put down his knife and fork in puzzlement and walked to the door.
He paused for two seconds, and the image of the visitor outside naturally surfaced in his mind.
It was an old-fashioned gentleman wearing a light gray coat, a half top hat, and a black gold-inlaid cane. He had a pair of sharp blue eyes, and his sideburns were speckled with white. His wrinkles were deeply engraved on his face, making his muscles appear droopy.
"May I know who you're looking for?" Klein asked as he opened the door.
The old-fashioned gentleman spoke in a thick Midseashire accent.
"Are you Detective Charlotte Moriarty?"
"Do you have something you'd like to entrust me with?" Klein nodded, made way, and led the old gentleman to the living room.
He hesitated for two seconds before asking, "Would you like coffee or black tea?"
"A cup of hot water, please." The old-fashioned gentleman had already taken off his hat and sat down.
"A cup of hot water, thank you." The old-fashioned gentleman had already taken off his hat and sat down.
Very good, that's simple … Perhaps I should consider hiring an assistant to pour tea and clean the room … Klein's thoughts wandered as he turned to the kitchen to rinse a cup.
After placing the hot water in front of the old gentleman, he walked to the sofa and sat down with his hands clasped together.
"How should I address you?"
"Miller Carter," the old gentleman replied simply.
"Mr. Carter, what would you like to entrust me with?" Klein didn't make any small talk and asked directly.
As he spoke, he secretly activated his Spirit Vision and observed the man opposite him.
This old gentleman's body is still considered healthy, but there's something wrong with the color of the aura around his left leg joint. It's probably arthritis … His emotions are mainly blue for calm thinking, with a hint of anxiety … Klein had come to a general conclusion with just a glance.
Miller Carter picked up a white porcelain cup and stroked its outer layer.
"This is what happened. I bought a house on Williams Street. Heh, I'm from Midseashire, and because of my business, I'll be settling in Baekeland in the future."
Williams Street … Where is it? It hadn't even been a month since he arrived in Baekeland. Klein, who either checked maps or relied on his intuition, tried his best to appear steady and reliable.
Miller Carter glanced at him and continued under Klein's gaze, "That house was said to have belonged to a bankrupt viscount.
"It was said that the house was originally owned by a bankrupt viscount. This happened about twenty to thirty years ago. After a few hands, it was finally bought by me."
"I planned on doing some modern renovations, but I discovered a hidden door in the basement that leads to a large underground building. I considered that it might not be safe inside, so I temporarily stopped construction and didn't allow the workers and servants to rashly explore. I hope that you can help me confirm the situation inside the underground building."
Underground building … Ancient ruins? Secret treasure? Klein thought for a moment.
"Why didn't you call the police?"
"The police can mobilize hundreds of times more resources than a private detective like me. The results of the exploration will definitely be better and more guaranteed."
Miller Carter rubbed the spot between his eyes.
"I don't want too many people to know about this, especially the government."
"If I confirm that there's no danger inside the underground building, I plan on making it part of the entire house and repurposing it."
"I know that this is a high risk for you. I'm willing to pay 50 pounds for it, but you can't hire more than three assistants. After the matter is settled, I can even compensate you according to the specific circumstances."
50 pounds. That's a very high price … If I were an ordinary detective, this would be equivalent to two or three months of my income … He's new to Baekeland and doesn't know any other detectives. He can only hire people from the newspapers, so he came to me … Klein deliberated for a few seconds.
"Let me think about it."
He suddenly revealed an apologetic smile and pointed behind him, saying, "I'm going to the bathroom."
Miller Carter nodded indiscernibly and drank a mouthful of hot water.
After entering the bathroom and closing the wooden door, Klein looked into the mirror and took out a half penny.
Since Miss Bodyguard was around, he couldn't go above the gray fog to confirm it, so he could only rely on his own divination skills.
"I should accept this commission."
…
Klein silently repeated it seven times and flicked out the copper coin. His eyes turned deep as he watched it tumble down.
Pa!
The coin fell into his palm, the head of the King facing up in affirmation.
Klein nodded slightly and whispered to the air,
"What about your intuition?"
Miss Bodyguard's figure quickly appeared in the mirror, and she replied expressionlessly,
"There's some danger, but it's not serious."
Very good … Klein put away the coins, washed his hands, turned around, and walked out of the bathroom into the living room.
He looked at Miller Carter and smiled.
"I'll accept this commission."
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