In the deep and dark underground building, Klein circled the hall with a lantern in hand, carefully checking if there were any other entrances. Of course, he didn't dare enter the tunnel that led to the innermost room, and the snakes that had regrouped were once again blown away by the biting cold wind.
After receiving an affirmative answer, he took the initiative to retreat to the door and watched with the three zombies as Miss Bodyguard Sharon placed explosives in different spots.
"She looks very professional," Klein sighed softly.
And the three zombies undoubtedly didn't respond to him.
However, there was a reason for this. He had been using his spirituality to shield himself from the negative effects of Aztec's copper whistle. Otherwise, he would have encountered an unusually enthusiastic "agreement."
He originally didn't plan on bringing this ancient and exquisite copper whistle, but considering that he had to be wary of the evil spirits, he had no choice but to sacrifice some spirituality.
Miss Bodyguard, no, Miss Sharon really isn't bragging when she says that she's an explosives expert …
She was originally in this line of work? Or could it be that a certain Sequence in her Beyonder pathway makes her good at such fields? According to the information I read when I was in the Nighthawks, there are roughly Sequence 9 Criminal, Prisoner, Warrior, and Hunter, Sequence 8 Sheriff, and Sequence 7 Weapon Master and Knowledge Keeper. Heh, the latter has a nickname called Detective, and it belongs to the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom … I'm not sure about the rest …
I wonder which pathway Miss Sharon is from. It doesn't look like it. She even showed the ability to command zombies this time …
While Klein was making all sorts of random associations, Sharon completed the setup and lit the fuse.
Lit? Hey, hey, hey! Why didn't you warn me!? Why didn't you warn me!? Only then did Klein snap back to his senses. He jumped in fright and hurriedly left the hall and entered the corridor outside.
The three zombies followed behind him unhurriedly.
"It's safe here." Sharon suddenly appeared beside him.
Klein heaved a sigh of relief and asked, "Will there be any dust coming down from here?"
"Yes." Sharon gave an affirmative answer with one word.
"That's good." As he spoke, Klein took another step back.
The sound of the fuse burning reached his ears, making him a little annoyed.
This emotion was not because he was afraid of the following explosion, but because there was one boot that had yet to touch the ground.
"One," Sharon suddenly said.
"Huh?" Klein didn't understand what he meant.
Rumble!
The earth shook violently, and dust fell from above. Klein's ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything else for a while.
If he wasn't a clown, he would've lost his balance and fallen to the ground.
Cough cough cough! Distracted and unprepared, he coughed. He saw boulders and mud falling rapidly in front of him, blocking the entrance in an instant.
Amidst the remaining tremors, Klein gripped the copper whistle that Mr. Aztec had given him and observed its reaction.
Although he had divined ahead of time that there wouldn't be any danger on this trip, this place involved the human statues of six orthodox deities. Even if it was a revelation he had received above the gray fog, he didn't dare to completely believe it. Furthermore, the interpretation itself could be wrong. Therefore, he cautiously used Aztec's copper whistle to determine if the evil spirit had escaped.
The copper whistle's surface was cold but gentle. It didn't show any abnormal changes. Klein was completely at ease. He looked at the zombies beside him and confirmed one thing from their eyes. He was currently covered in dust.
That's good. It matches the explanation I'm going to give to Mr. Miller Carter later … I didn't waste my effort in changing my clothes … He walked to the entrance and confirmed that it was completely blocked.
Without causing a huge commotion, only the Apprentice pathway and Beyonders like Miss Sharon would be able to enter in the future. She eliminated many potential competitors. It's no wonder it's free … Klein stared at the rocks and soil as he sighed inwardly.
Of course, I can do it too. I have a spiritual body! He smiled as he silently added in his heart, but his expression did not change.
"Done." Klein snapped his fingers exaggeratedly and led the three zombies back to the basement of the house in a hurry. Sharon had disappeared at some point.
In the spacious basement, Miller Carter paced back and forth anxiously, looking at the secret door from time to time.
When he saw Detective Moriarty and his assistants come out, he let out a long sigh of relief and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?
"What happened inside?"
Klein deliberately panted.
"That underground building is too … too old, and it hasn't been repaired for a long time. We were originally driving the snakes away, but our movements were a little too big, and it caused a violent collapse. The whole building collapsed. Luckily, we were close to the door and escaped in time."
"Holy Lord of Storms! That building is that dangerous? "Miller Carter clenched his fist and hit his left chest.
"Yes, there are only a few well-preserved ancient buildings. The rest have collapsed in the long river of history," Klein replied. "I'll take you in to take a look and confirm the situation."
"Is there any more collapses?" Miller asked cautiously.
"No, this side is more sturdy." Klein deliberately patted the dust off his body, coughed twice, and led his employer in. They stopped at the completely blocked entrance, and the walls near the hall had also collapsed. Behind them were rocks and soil.
"You can use this part." He pointed to the corridor area.
Miller was silent for a few seconds before sighing.
"Thankfully, I didn't rashly send people in to explore, and instead found a professional like you. Otherwise, I would have to bear the burden of several lives."
"Alright, this commission ends here. I'll give you the rest of the payment."
As he spoke, Miller Carter had already taken out his wallet and counted it. He was somewhat embarrassed to find that there were only about thirty pounds in cash.
"Fortunately, I still have other money. Otherwise, I'd have to make a trip to the bank," Miller muttered and looked up at Klein. "Do you mind accepting gold coins?"
"No, I don't mind any form of money." Klein smiled.
In the Rouen Kingdom, in addition to large banknotes, the gold pounds could also be gold coins. This was also a guarantee of the face value of the banknotes.
However, in the hundred years since Rosell The Great, the people of the Northern Continent had become more and more accustomed to banknotes. There were even members of parliament who wanted copper pennies to have corresponding banknotes.
In the true sense of the word, gold pounds were rarely circulated in the market. Only some old-fashioned gentlemen would attach a fixed box to the other end of their pocket watch chain, and put some gold coins inside in case of accidents.
This was both a way to feel at ease and a habit.
Miller nodded and took out a shimmering box from a pocket along the golden watch chain on his clothes.
Pa. He opened the box, took out five gold coins, and handed them to the detective in front of him, along with the banknotes he had counted earlier.
Klein didn't avoid anything. After counting, he suddenly flicked a gold coin up and caught it with his open palm.
"Thank you for your generosity." He glanced at the portrait and revealed a sincere smile. Then, he pressed his hand to his chest and bowed to Miller Carter.
Yes, if it were any other detective, even if they blew up the entrance and passageway, they would definitely have nightmares after returning. There would be strange noises in the house, and they would become mentally weak. They would feel like someone was staring at them at all times. This is the corruption of the evil spirit's aura, and it will take a long time for it to disappear. But we're different. Miss Sharon is like a female ghost to begin with. I'll be completely fine once I go above the gray fog. As for those three zombies, they're not even afraid of death, so what's there to be afraid of? Klein lampooned in a good mood, then he bade farewell to Miller Carter and left the house.
When he reached the street, the three living corpses didn't greet him and just walked in the other direction.
Miss Sharon is gone … She really didn't pay the zombies … Klein smiled and raised his arm, waving at the backs of the three zombies.
After that, he went home and changed into normal clothes before heading to the Quelaag Club to practice shooting.
After having dinner as a reward for the successful completion of the mission, Klein took a public carriage back to Minsk Street.
The gloomy and dim environment was illuminated by gas street lamps. With his cane in hand, he strolled leisurely along the street.
Suddenly, he had a bad feeling. It wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either.
What's going on? Klein looked up and saw two police officers leading a police dog over. They seemed to be conducting an interrogation along the way.
Interrogation? An interrogation with a police dog? Is this the impact of the serial murders? The smell of cloves and gooseberries left at the scene, so more police dogs were deployed? Klein couldn't help but silently criticize.
The history of police dogs could be traced back to the time of Rosell, but there were not many of them.
Considering that he had a lot of items on him, and considering the premonition he had just had, Klein decided to take a detour and go from the other side.
But at that moment, the two police officers saw him and signaled for him to stop.
The corner of Klein's mouth twitched as he waited in place with a smile on his face.
"Routine investigation." After approaching, one of the police officers showed his ID.
"Okay …" Before Klein could finish his sentence, the police dog suddenly roared and barked at him.
This, this is the smell of gunpowder on my body? The smell of gunpowder from the afternoon practice? Klein was instantly enlightened. He looked at the vigilant expressions of the two officers and came up with a plan. He smiled and said, "That's right.
"It's like this. I picked up a revolver on the road, along with an armpit holster and bullets. I was about to hand it over to you."
He slowly took out his revolver, raised his hands to his shoulders, and added with a serious smile,
With a serious smile, he added, "Officer, I'm really not illegally holding a gun."
A police officer was on high alert. Another police officer took the pistol and said solemnly,
The other officer took the revolver and said solemnly, "You have to come back with us to the police station."
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