East Borough, in a corner.
The drunk Gene faced the wall, took off his pants, and comfortably nourished the moss.
After he was done with the problem, he suddenly felt someone pat him on the shoulder.
Gene couldn't help but shiver a few times. He quickly pulled up his pants, half-turned, and saw a short boy in a canvas coat and cap.
The "boy" raised his head, revealing a dirty but gentle and exquisite face.
"Xio? Why are you dressed up like this? "Gene blurted out in surprise.
Xio raised her index finger and placed it in front of her lips, gesturing for him to keep quiet.
Then, she suppressed her voice and said, "I'll ask and you answer.
"I ask and you answer. Keep your voice down."
Intimidated by her authority, Gene only had the thought of nodding.
"Among the guys Williams knows, who else died in the past two days?" Xio asked in a deep voice.
Zeon used his alcohol-numbed brain to carefully recall for a while.
"Gavin! Gavin was found drowned in the Tussock River this morning! "
"He probably fell in last night. That poor guy doesn't know how to swim at all. He even likes to go to the river to get some fresh air after he's drunk."
Xio's gaze suddenly turned sharp as she pressed without any hesitation, "What's the matter?
Without thinking, she pressed, "Did Gavin accept Williams's commission to search for the wanted criminal, Lanevus?"
"Of course, we all got this commission from Williams. Anyway, anyway, anyway, it's not a troublesome matter. We just need to show the portrait to everyone we know and let them pay attention to whether there are any similar fellows. That's all. Oh, Williams, he also said, he also said, if there are any clues, he'll treat me to three days of alcohol and three days of meat! That poor guy actually died in a gas explosion. So, so I'm determined not to let the landlord install gas pipes! Ugh … That was a few months ago. I can only afford to stay in a cheap hotel now. "Zeon rambled on.
"What area is Gavin in charge of? Did he mention anything to you? "Xio turned her head to look to the side, pursed her lips, and stared at Gene's face.
"H-he usually goes near the East Balam Dock in the dock area. He even met me yesterday evening. He said that he went to the Workers Alliance Tavern there to spread the news of finding Lanevus. He also showed everyone Lanevus's portrait." Gene burped.
There are many piers in Baekeland, most of which are included in the Quay District and are named "Docks."
"And then? Did Gavin say what he's going to do next? "Xio frowned in puzzlement and asked again.
"Of course, of course it's to drink! He planned to have a good drink and then find a place to sleep! Oh, the poor thing must have had too much to drink and wanted to bathe in the river. He forgot he couldn't swim, and it's almost winter! "Zeon sighed again.
This … Gavin didn't find anything. All he did was go to the Workers Alliance Tavern at the East Balam Dock to distribute "flyers" in search of Lanevus, but he ended up getting killed. He even implicated Williams … The murderer's reaction can no longer be described as extreme. He's practically a lunatic …
If I were Lanevus, the best and simplest choice would be to immediately change locations and avoid the search. Unless … unless he's caught up in something and can't leave for a long time … But I'm not the only one looking for him. There are many bounty hunters as well. Even if he killed Williams, can he kill so many people? If he has the ability, he should wipe out the Sivellaus Yard that issued the wanted notice!
Xio found it completely incomprehensible, just like how she found it difficult to accept Williams's death.
In the end, she decided to first report the problem she had encountered to Miss Audrey. Then, she disguised herself and went to the Workers Alliance Tavern at the East Balam Dock. She didn't ask questions, but only observed to see if there were any suspicious people.
...
Cherwood Borough, Rice Police Station.
Once again, Klein was squeezed together with the thieves and drunkards on a long bench with a back.
How unlucky … I actually encountered a police inspection, and I didn't manage to change my route in time. It's all that damn serial killer's fault! As Klein cursed a certain fellow, he thought about how he could hide the charms and the inexplicable herbal powder on his body to avoid the subsequent body search.
He tried to put these things in a black glove and then find an opportunity to stuff them into a hidden spot in the police station. He would retrieve them when he left.
At that moment, his eyes lit up. He saw the young lawyer, Jurgen Cooper, whose hair was neatly combed back and was dressed formally as if he was attending a banquet, walking over with a police officer.
"You can leave after signing the papers," Jurgen said with his usual serious expression.
"Is that all?" Klein asked in surprise.
Jurgen nodded slightly.
"Yes, they know you're a famous detective."
What kind of reason is that? Klein didn't dare to ask further. He immediately got up and followed Jurgen, who was dressed in a black woolen frock coat. He unhurriedly signed the papers and left.
The weather was different from the last time he was led out of the police station. There was no rain now, only thick clouds obscuring the crimson moon and stars. The streets were illuminated by the gas lamps on both sides.
"Thank you so much! I've troubled you again! "Klein took two quick steps and came to Jurgen's side.
Jurgen turned his head to look at him without a smile.
"You're welcome. This is my profession."
"Two pounds."
"…" Klein sized him up seriously and smiled. "Alright."
His wallet had recently been bulging, so he immediately took out two one-pound notes.
Jurgen didn't stand on ceremony as he accepted the payment.
"If you're willing to establish a formal partnership, I'll only charge one pound every time you come to the police station. Of course, this doesn't include serious cases. You have to understand that a large portion of the fees I collect have to be handed over to the firm."
You make it sound like I'll often be invited to the police station for tea in the future … Pui, they don't give me tea at all, not even a cup of water! Before Klein could answer, he heard Jurgen add, "For a private detective, going in and out of the police station is something that happens every once in a while.
It's a professional trait. "" Yes, I know very well that every private detective has problems with illegal gun possession and trespassing into other people's homes. "
"Well, I'm well aware that every private detective has problems with illegal gun possession and trespassing into other people's homes."
The police couldn't find enough evidence to prove that you were illegally carrying a gun, and the explanation for the gunpowder reaction on your body was quite sufficient. The name of the Quelaag Club was enough to convince them; otherwise, you might have had to go to the magistrate's court. "
"So, you're not a suspect, but a good citizen. A good citizen who voluntarily hands over a gun after picking it up doesn't need to be searched again."
Alright … But I lost a revolver and the corresponding bullets. That's several pounds, and there's also the lawyer's fees … Klein squeezed out a smile and said, "I understand.
"I understand, Lawyer Jurgen. Let's establish a formal partnership."
The corners of Jurgen's mouth twitched as he extended his hand with a very professional smile.
"It's a pleasure working with you."
"I sincerely hope to rarely see you at the police station."
That's not for me to decide … Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh.
…
Back at 15 Minsk Street, Klein used a hot bath to calm himself down.
But at that moment, he once again heard a series of illusory pleas, vaguely coming from a woman.
Miss Justice? Is there a clue about Lanevus this time? Klein suddenly bounced up from the bathtub, quickly dried himself, put on his clothes, and went above the gray fog.
Looking at the constantly expanding and contracting crimson star, he spread out his spirituality and chose to listen.
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era …"
"Honorable Mr. Fool, there's been a problem with the investigation of Lanevus …"
For some reason, Justice, who was wearing a white coat, recounted the explosion on East Borough's Dharavi Street and Gavin's drowning.
As a Telepathist who had already become a beginner, she didn't add her own guesses, so as not to affect Mr. Fool's judgment.
After listening carefully, Klein frowned, feeling that the murderer's reaction was unimaginably extreme.
This was different from Rear Admiral Hurricane Zillinges. As a swindler, Lanevus's professional instinct was to immediately move the moment he noticed any signs of trouble. He had no reason to pursue and kill the person who was looking for him.
According to this standard, eighty percent of the bounty hunters in East Borough would die. That would cause a commotion, and the case would be taken over by the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or the Machinery Hivemind!
Hmm … The benefits Lanevus received from the ritual of praying to the True Creator to descend a descendant made him crazy? This is very much in line with the True Creator's style … But the problem is that it's very difficult for a lunatic to hide himself, except for potential ones … Klein fell into deep thought and wasn't in a hurry to respond to Miss Justice.
He had read the newspapers and knew about the explosion, so he used dream divination to recall the specific details.
Following that, he wrote a new divination statement:
"Clues to the Dharavi Street explosion."
As he recited it, he leaned back in his chair and entered the dream. He saw a three-story grayish-blue apartment.
On the third floor of the apartment, there was a room that had lost its window, and half of the wall had collapsed. It was covered in the remnants of the explosion.
The scene quickly shattered, and Klein woke up. He tapped the edge of the long table with his fingers and muttered silently to himself:
The clue is at the crime scene?
… This revelation might also mean that the murderer is still watching the crime scene and wants to deal with the person who came to investigate this matter.
Hmm … This way, he has a chance of finding the person who recently issued the bounty on Lanevus.
I'll disguise myself and go around. I won't enter the crime scene, but I'll circle the surroundings to see if I can find the murderer. Even if he isn't Lanevus, he must have some sort of connection. I can use this to find Lanevus.
"But he must be hiding very well. How can I find him without attracting his attention?"
As this thought flashed through his mind, Klein looked at the All-Black Eye on the long bronze table. This was the Beyonder characteristic left behind by Nimblewright Master Rosago.
In the real World, I can't use this item to control those strange threads because of the remnant mental corruption of the True Creator. Exceeding a certain level of contact will bring about irreversible damage. But if it's only for a short period of time, I can still bear to use the threads to find the hidden person. It's just like how I used it to confirm if Miss Bodyguard had left … Klein narrowed his eyes, took off the spirit pendulum, and did a divination on the danger of this trip.
The answer was yes, but the rotation wasn't large and the speed wasn't fast.
Acceptable … Klein fell silent for a few seconds before returning to the real World.
Then, he used the method of summoning himself to place the All-Black Eye into an iron cigar case and brought it back to his bedroom.
After changing his clothes and pasting on his beard, Klein, who was fully prepared, stood in front of a dressing mirror and examined himself.
The faint scholarly aura had been completely covered by his beard, and his brown eyes were like ancient pools of water, as if they were concealing and sealing something.
Compared to the time in Tingen City, Klein almost couldn't recognize himself.
He stretched out his fingers one by one and clenched them into fists. Facing the mirror, he said in a low and hoarse voice,
He looked at the mirror and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Captain, this is the first step to revenge for you and me."
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