Detective? He's in the same line of work … However, for him to be able to assist the police department in handling such a serious case, it means that he's a truly famous detective. At the very least, he's very famous within Sivellaus Yard … Uh, shouldn't the serial murders be handed over to the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or the Machinery Hivemind? The police department could just send out some assistants. Why would they need to hire a private detective?
Hmm, the 11 consecutive murders must have caused a sensation, and the Sivellaus Market was under a lot of pressure. Did they not want to wait in torment?
Many thoughts flashed through Klein 'mind in an instant, but a smile appeared on his face.
"Alright."
He boarded the carriage hired by Eichinger Stanton and saw a capable, brown-haired young man inside.
"This is my assistant." Eichinger, whose face was thin and angular, introduced. "Please sit."
He did not close the door of the carriage, nor did he let the coachman drive the horses forward, to show that he did not mean any harm.
Klein deliberately sat down awkwardly and asked uneasily,
"Mr. Stanton, what would you like to talk to me about?"
Eichinger took out a dark-colored pipe and said, "I want to know what you learned from following Ms. Lopez. What did you hear or discover?"
"This … I'm also a detective. You should know that we have a confidentiality agreement in this line of work," Klein replied, pretending to be troubled.
"I'm asking you on behalf of Sivellaus Yard. This has nothing to do with the confidentiality agreement." Eichinger rubbed his pipe with his thumb. "One pound, um … how about two pounds?"
With the lesson from the previous Meursault incident, coupled with the fact that there was no need to keep it a secret, Klein immediately replied without hesitation,
"Sure."
"Alright." Eichinger smiled and took out two one-pound notes from his pocket.
Klein pretended to recall and calmly said, "We only heard one sentence. Ma 'am Lopez tried to send a subordinate to tell Capim not to send anyone over for the time being."
"Capim?" Eichinger nodded in realization. "I see."
"You know Capim?" Klein didn't hide his surprise.
Eichinger handed the bill over and said with a faint smile,
"He's a controversial tycoon in Cherwood Borough."
"In Backlund, naive girls often go missing on secluded streets, and after a long period of time, they might be accidentally found in various legal or illegal brothels. A large number of rumors point to Capim, saying that he's a criminal leader whose hands are covered in blood and filth. But as there isn't enough evidence, he's still free to this day, and he knows quite a few important figures."
If it's true, this guy should die ten thousand times … Klein nodded and sighed.
"This is Rouen. This is Baekeland. Mr. Stanton, it's time for me to leave."
"Thank you for your cooperation." Eichinger stood up politely to see him off. "By the way, your combat skills are quite outstanding. Perhaps we will have the opportunity to work together in the future. How should I address you?"
"Sherlock Moriarty," Klein answered concisely and got out of the carriage.
After he boarded the public carriage that had just arrived, Eichinger Stanton got his assistant to close the door and instructed the coachman to go to Hillston Borough.
Turning his head to look out the window, this middle-aged gentleman with white sideburns put away his dark pipe and took out a brass accessory from his pocket. He held it in his hand and slowly rubbed it.
The brass accessory was a pocket-sized open book with a vertical eye in the middle.
He wears very refined gold-rimmed glasses, but he deliberately keeps a beard around his mouth, making him look vulgar and barbaric. This doesn't match the normal way of thinking. In this day and age, people who are willing to wear gold-rimmed glasses tend to care about their image, the image of knowledge and elegance. Perhaps, he's deliberately hiding something … Of course, it's also possible that he's a gentleman with an unusual sense of beauty … "Eichinger seemed to be muttering to himself, but at the same time, he seemed to be teaching his assistant.
At that moment, on the public carriage, Klein leaned against the wall and muttered silently, There's something wrong with that Detective Eichinger Stanton.
There's something wrong with that Detective Isengard Stanton. Ever since I activated my Spirit Vision, he's been maintaining the blue color of rational thought and indifference and the purple color of spirituality. There are very few other emotional colors that appear.
For a normal person, unless they're focused on researching a difficult problem, it's very difficult to maintain such a state for too long. There will definitely be other emotional colors, and the only difference is how long they stay.
Hmm … Either Detective Eichinger Stanton is such a genius at observation and deduction, or he's a Beyonder?
The public carriage was split into two levels, and it carried more than forty passengers as it headed towards the Baekeland Bridge area. Klein gradually reined in his thoughts and cast his gaze out the window, admiring the two to three-story buildings across the street.
Occasionally, he would see brown houses of five to six storeys high, a sign of the latest trends in Baekeland and the most advanced construction technology in the kingdom.
After changing carriages, Klein arrived at Iron Gate Street and got off the carriage opposite The Brave.
Because it wasn't the busiest time in the bar, he saw Kaspars sitting at the bar and drinking as soon as he walked in.
The old man with a brandy nose asked for a glass of Lanti Proof. He savored the fragrance of the malt and the burning sensation that stimulated his throat. He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.
Klein leaned over, knocked on the bar counter, and asked with a smile,
"Is Marić here?"
At the same time, he put one hand in his pocket and held onto Aztec's copper whistle, using his spirituality to shield its negative effects.
But before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a gaze sweeping over him, filled with a scrutinizing feeling.
After he finished asking, his gaze moved away and seemed to be looking at Kaspars.
The old man with a huge scar on his face opened his eyes and saw that it was Klein.
He said unhappily, "He didn't come. He didn't come yesterday either."
Didn't come … Klein immediately heaved a sigh of relief and stopped using his spirituality to envelop Aztec's copper whistle.
When I mentioned Marić just now, someone was looking at me … When I heard that I was asking about Marić's whereabouts, the gaze shifted again … Someone is looking for Marić … Klein resisted the urge to look back and analyzed the abnormality in his mind.
Combined with a question he had, he felt that he had a rough answer to the question.
I was puzzled last week. Why would Miss Bodyguard, who should be at Sequence 5, take on a three-day protection mission that costs 1,000 pounds? It's not that the price is too low, but that someone of her level is already considered a powerhouse. In the Church of the Goddess, she's enough to serve as a Nighthawk deacon or a diocese bishop. If she can also obtain the favor of a Holy Artifact, she can even compete for the seats of an archbishop or a high-ranking deacon …
In the various secret organizations and intelligence agencies, Sequence 5 also means the person in charge of a large area or the second or third person in that area. Even if she's a wild and unorganized Beyonder, a powerhouse with such strength is enough to establish a small organization of their own …
No matter how you look at it, Miss Bodyguard can enjoy the dedication of her subordinates. There's no need for her to "take on" the mission herself …
Back then, I thought that the most likely scenario was to hire a Sequence 6 Beyonder, a "security guard" who could hold out for a while against the powerhouses sent by Bakerland and create an opportunity for me. Who knew that Miss Bodyguard would be so terrifyingly strong …
From what happened today, Miss Bodyguard and Marić might be in the same situation as me. Their identities are sensitive, and they have to hide. Yes, their situation might even be worse. They have to constantly worry about being pursued … Man, to be able to pursue Miss Bodyguard, even if that organization doesn't have a High-Sequence Beyonder, they definitely have a Holy Artifact or multiple Sequence 5s …
Of course, this is just my guess. Perhaps it's because Marić's identity as a Beyonder has been exposed and he's been targeted by the Machinery Hivemind …
Amidst his thoughts, Klein said regretfully, "Is that so?
"Is that so? I still want to play cards with him."
Hearing these words that clearly didn't match the other party's style, Kaspars became alert. He didn't observe his surroundings either.
Instead, he chuckled and said, "I'll be organizing a card game tonight. Texas, do you want to join?"
"No, I just want to play until dinner. Sigh, I'd better go home." Klein sighed and left The Brave without even ordering a drink.
He had originally planned on asking Kaspars about the other Beyonder gatherings, but after this situation, he cautiously gave up on the idea.
In fact, he could have gone to a relatively enclosed place like the card room to discuss the corresponding issues with Kaspars, but to be safe, he decided to wait until next time.
Klein wasn't in a hurry to go home either. Instead, he went to the one-bedroom apartment he rented in East Borough and did a divination above the gray fog to confirm that no one was following him.
After relaxing, he arrived at Minsk Street before it was completely dark and found that the newspaper box was filled with the various newspapers he had subscribed to.
I was in a hurry to go out today, so I didn't have the time to read it. At the Quelaag Club, I had a good meal after practicing my marksmanship, took a nap, and was dragged by Talim to play a few games of tennis. Heh, my skills aren't good enough, but my physique can make up for it … Klein muttered silently, opened the door, entered the house, and turned on the gas valve.
He took the newspapers, entered the living room, sat on the sofa, lit the wall lamp, and casually flipped through them.
The first thing Klein browsed was the Baekeland Morning Post, and he flipped to the fifth page. He saw an advertisement — an advertisement for the Ernst Firm's purchase of goods!
The prices are 7 pence/liter of flour, 1 soli/pound of butter, 6 pence/pound of lard, 1 soli/pound of cream, 8 soli/pound of marquis black tea …
In other words, there will be a Beyonder gathering at the same place at eight o 'clock tomorrow night. The secret code to open the door is to knock seven times hard and one time light. The interval is six long and one short, in sequence … The 3 and 8 at the end are meaningless … Klein deciphered the content, leaned back on the sofa, and began to look forward to tomorrow night's gathering.
He wanted to sell a portion of the formula to see if he could buy the corresponding ingredients or items!
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